- Heads up this will be a more romance heavy story compared to my more 'sexually driven' stories lol -
You are SCP-8812 -aka- Cthulian Child or The Heir to Madness
Over a decade ago a ritual was preformed, twelve men and the hostess called up the p...
Meanwhile down blow 8812 was staring down 106 who smiled back, like the bell in a boxing match when the floor rumbled the two took that as the moment to clash.
Y/n had his head grabbed and face smashed into the wall, the old man dragging his forehead down to the floor leaving a bloody smear. Y/n mouth filled with the taste of copper and the warmth of blood running from his nose like a faucet.
He lifted Y/n up by his hair but he jumps up instead as Y/n drove his knee into the stomach area then shoved the old man into the wall his head colliding with a wet thud.
The old man opens another portal and grapples with Y/n trying to throw him inside. Y/n slips on a pool of 106 slime and nearly falls in but catches himself only to receive a swift heel in the ribs that creates a cracking, three broken ribs with that one.
He then stomps on the Y/n face resulting in a large splatter of blood and a warped nose. The old man went for a second stomp but a black writhing entity grabbed the old man's leg and pushed him aside.
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From Y/n back where the Kraken tattoo originated from came 5 black tendrils that slowly moved like they lived separately of his own mind.
Y/N: I don't know what's happening... But it's my turn...
The old man hand had no time tp respond in anyway as a tendril wrapped around each arm with bone crushing strength and two other tendrils wrapped around his throat.
Y/n restricted 106 and began using the SCP as a punching bag delivering a mess of punches but they weren't showing any effect.
The old man breaks one hand free and clutches the skin that guarded those broken ribs and twists.
Y/n howls in pain weakening his grip, the old man breaks free fully and head butts his opponent in the face.
Y/n snarls and responds biting into 106's face ripping the black fleshy mass of a nose off his face and spits out.
The two break apart, 106 clutching its missing nose spot on his face. Y/n locks eyes with 106 and releases that same howl he did with Telly, 1913-1.
106 clutches its head in pain unaware Y/n just tackled him into his own portal to the pocket dimension. . . . . . Then the bell dinged, from the elevator Amelia walked out holding a 10mm handgun she had swiped before coming back.
- - - [ Previously ] - - -
Molly: That's suicide!
Amelia: Molly! Tone it down.
The two returned to hushed chatter as they bunker behind a medical station where Lawrence was getting checked out for his heart problem.
Molly: Sorry but are you seriously going down there?!
Amelia: Molly I witnessed 8812 preform a spacial anomaly that altered anatomical reality-
Molly: Exactly! This is what the entire foundation was concerned about.
