S.H.I.E.L.D.
"An interaction experiment with 682?"
Nick Fury's eyes widened, convinced he was hallucinating.
SCP-682 was practically a legend at this point.
Every time it appeared, it proved itself the most brutal and violent anomaly known to man.
And now… the Foundation wanted to test it with SCP-999?
Had they lost their minds?
Were they trying to let 999 kill 682? Or—worse—cure it?
Confusion twisted across Fury's face. But, suppressing his doubts, he fixed his eyes on the screen.
---
Without another word, Dr. Kondraki inserted a videotape into the computer.
Soon, the familiar figure of SCP-682 appeared.
Its body loomed like a mountain, tangled muscles radiating pure destructive power.
A predator above all predators.
The mere sight of its containment number made every heart in the livestream tighten.
999 and 682… interacting?
To most, this sounded less like an experiment and more like a death sentence.
---
And yet… SCP-999 didn't hesitate.
The bright orange slime squirmed forward, letting out its trademark excited giggle.
"Hehehe~"
SCP-682 froze, stunned.
Then—unbelievably—it spoke in human language.
> "What… the hell is this thing?"
---
SCP-999 wobbled right up to it, bouncing like an eager dog.
"Hehehe~"
SCP-682's face twisted in visible disgust.
> "So… disgusting."
It roared and lunged, swiping its massive claws down on 999—
only for the slime's slippery membrane to absorb the blow harmlessly.
Researchers outside scrambled to terminate the experiment—
but then SCP-682 stopped.
It muttered in confusion:
> "…What is this feeling?"
---
A low gurgle escaped its throat.
Its eyes widened.
> "My body… it's itchy."
---
SCP-999 crawled up its toes, along its side, and gently probed its neck with pseudopods.
And then—
A smile crept across SCP-682's monstrous face.
> "I feel… happy. So… happy…"
---
The impossible happened.
The unkillable beast laughed.
At first, softly.
Then louder.
Until its booming laughter shook the floor.
It rolled onto its back, tail smashing against the reinforced walls with terrifying force.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
And all the while, it laughed.
---
The livestream audience sat in stunned silence.
And then—
BOOM!
The Marvel world's chat exploded.
> "WTF—682 is laughing?!"
"Oh my god, this thing has slaughtered armies and now it's giggling like a puppy!"
"Damn it, 999 isn't scared—it's winning!"
"682 looks… funny. I can't believe I'm saying that."
"This is insane. Absolutely insane."
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S.H.I.E.L.D.
Every agent sat frozen, wide-eyed, as SCP-682 rolled around laughing hysterically.
Even Nick Fury, who had opened his mouth to speak several times, was left speechless.
It was absurd.
It was terrifying.
And yet, somehow… it was almost funny.
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Kamar-Taj
The Ancient One narrowed her eyes at the impossible scene.
For a fleeting moment, she wondered if she herself had been infected by a memetic hazard.
Because there, on the screen, SCP-682—the supposed offspring of the Crimson King—
was laughing uncontrollably.
> "…It's madness," she whispered.
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On-screen, even Leon Lake—normally stoic—looked genuinely surprised.
Dr. Kondraki, by contrast, leaned back with a grin, legs crossed as he enjoyed the show.
> "Told you. No one can resist this little guy. First time I've ever seen 682 act like this."
---
On the monitor, 682 roared between fits of laughter:
> "Stop! Stop tickling!"
But SCP-999 ignored the plea, continuing its gleeful "tickle war" until the monster finally collapsed.
It lay still, smiling as if asleep.
Fifteen minutes later, two D-Class personnel retrieved SCP-999.
---
The moment 999 left, however, 682's eyes snapped open.
It surged upright, releasing a wave of unidentifiable energy.
Cackling maniacally, it unleashed a chain reaction—
Every staff member within range doubled over in uncontrollable laughter.
And in that chaos…
SCP-682 escaped, killing as many as it could.
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