The Ability of SCP-682

An important matter had been settled, and Zhang Jue was in a good mood. He only had to wait three more days before he could see the contents of the video. He lay in bed, pondering some of the sights he might see.

For example, the video was empty, and nothing had been recorded, or perhaps Dr. Li was lying, and it was actually him who had pushed himself. But that is still speculation. Three days later, all the answers will be known.

Zhang Jue was just about to close his eyes when he suddenly felt a heart-breaking pain strike through his body. His whole body was in pain as if every bone was about to crack. Cold sweat continued to seep from his forehead, feeling great pain. But he kept his teeth clenched and did not make a sound.

After ten minutes, the pain gradually disappeared. Zhang Jue slowly got up and sat on the bed, panting heavily. This was not the first time he had experienced such a condition. Ever since he had returned to Site-14 from the Foundation's headquarters, he had discovered that he had this problem.

This made him very puzzled. Because he had Shirley's self-healing ability, he hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time. At first, he thought he had contracted something like a virus but soon found that it was not.

This was probably the aftermath of meeting with SCP-682. He was making a deal with SCP-682 and riding on it. One was because he wanted to grab something, and the second was because he wanted to touch SCP-682.

This is something that even SCP-682 did not think about it. He can get the ability of certain SCP through contact. After coming to this conclusion, SCP-682 has been on top of Zhang Jue's "must contact" list.

This must be an unbelievable ability, and with it, he can be immortal. The moment he entered Site-19 and saw SCP-682, Zhang Jue couldn't wait to hug it and kiss it twice.

However, things didn't go as smoothly as he had imagined. He did touch SCP-682 and even rode on it, but coming into contact with SCP-682 was different from the feeling all the previous SCP.

Generally speaking, if he succeeded in acquiring the abilities of a particular SCP, a special feeling of physical pleasure would arise, presumably as a result of an adrenaline surge.

Whereas when he comes into contact with items whose abilities he cannot acquire, such as SCP-343 (God) and SCP-701-1 (The Hanged King), he doesn't feel anything. Presumably, because they're beyond what he can comprehend.

On the other hand, SCP-682 is different from anything he met. At the moment of contact, he seemed to be pricked by something, and it hurt like being stabbed, and there was no feeling of physical pleasure.

For a moment, Zhang Jue thought he couldn't obtain SCP-682's abilities, but the pain that flared up from time to time told him that it wasn't that simple. With each onset of pain, he could clearly feel that his body was changing.

If he had to use something to describe it, he was probably like a block of iron. The blacksmith keeps burning the iron red, hammering it, burning it red, hammering it again, and after getting rid of all the impurities, it can be forged into a great sword.

The cycle of pain is getting weaker and weaker. At first, it only occurred once a day at night, then once every three days, and recently it took a week to occur.

If this keep continues, I don't know what my body will eventually become, but it definitely won't be bad.

Zhang Jue began to look forward to it. But this time, the pain had also given him a wake-up call. The matter of recovering the video had been handed over to Simmons, so what he should do now was something else. To check SCP-682 termination attempt records.

According to SCP-682, he had seen the white fog in Zhang Jue's dream during a termination experiment. SCP-682 termination attempt was a lot. Even in his own world, Zhang Jue hadn't been able to read them all, and besides, the process in this world was different from the SCP he knew so well.

He decided to read it again nevertheless. However, there were many experiments that shattered people's senses and turned Zhang Jue's perception of the Foundation upside down.

He realized that the Foundation did have not only researchers with strict attitudes but also brainwashed people. In this world, there are always some idiots who use their existence to tell you that the place you live is not a paradise.

For example, this article in particular.

Experiment 1: An ordinary human child

Termination attempt record: The child began to scream and cry when SCP-682 was introduced into the cell. The subject was immediately and messily devoured by SCP-682.

Notes: Okay, so that didn't work so well. Maybe the fact that the kid was crying made 682 perceive it as hostile intent… -Guest Researcher Dr. W

Experiment 2: A normal human child using drugs to suppress their emotions

Termination attempt record: The child stood and smiled, giggling at SCP-682 with no sign of fear. SCP-682 devoured the subject messily.

Notes: Hmmm… maybe we can try that again. I'm sure somewhere out there there's a kid who'll make friends with it like SCP-053 did… -Guest Researcher Dr. W

Experiment 3: Guest Researcher Dr. W

Subject screamed in terror and pounded on the door to the test facility, begging to be let out. SCP-682 devoured it messily three minutes after being introduced.

Notes: Fucking sadistic asshole. I've got no sympathy for that moron whatsoever. Introducing children to this fucking monster? What the hell… -Assistant Director Clef

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Zhang Jue turned off his computer, thinking he should go and relax. It was hard for him to stay calm when he always saw records like this. He tried to find Simmons again. After that night's ridiculous action with Zhang Jue, Simmons had returned to normal and stopped fighting with himself.

After the work, he still worked diligently in the lab. The door was left open, so Zhang Jue knocked symbolically twice and walked in.

Seeing that it was Zhang Jue, Simmons said, "Advisor Zhang, what can I do for you?"

Zhang Jue waved his hand, "I'm just bored and decided to take a walk. You do your experiment. Just don't mind me."

Simmons nodded and continued to fiddle with his test tubes. On the other hand, Zhang Jue was rudely scurrying around in other people's labs. Like Yang Xue, Simmons was a workaholic and slept in his office when it was too late, so many of his daily supplies were on a separate table.

Zhang Jue saw a photo. Simmons and another black friend were hooked up in the photo, very close. This was not an easy thing for Simmons, who had some slight social difficulties. Zhang Jue couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and then he felt that the black man looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. For a moment, he couldn't remember it.

When Simmons finished his experiment, he saw Zhang Jue staring at the photo, so he called out, "Advisor Zhang?"

Zhang Jue turned around and pointed to the person in the photo, "Is this your friend?"

Simmons nodded, "What's wrong with him?"

Zhang Jue frowned slightly, "I think I've seen him somewhere before."

"No way. How could you have seen him?" Simmons laughed, "His name is Will Smith. He's a friend I met when I was studying in Mei. I shared a room with him back then...."

Simmons began to recall his past, yet Zhang Jue had completely lost track of the words that followed him.

"What did you say? What was his name?" Seeing Zhang Jue's strange expression, Simmons felt a little strange.

"His name is Smith." Simmons repeated, "Will Smith."