SCP-682 TF

You were walking home on a quiet night when a van pulled up beside you. Before you could react, hands grabbed you—rough, practiced. A sharp hiss, then a sting at your neck. Your limbs went numb almost instantly. You collapsed, helpless, as they hauled you inside. You woke up strapped to a cold metal platform. The air was sterile, humming with electricity. Restraints held your limbs tight. Overhead, harsh white lights buzzed. Machinery surrounded you, arms poised like vultures. You couldn’t move. A voice crackled from a hidden speaker: “Beginning SCP-682 DNA integration.” One of the mechanical arms lowered, pressing a long syringe into your neck. The fluid burned cold as it entered your veins. Heat spread through your chest. Then the pain began. Bones shifted. Skin hardened. Your spine arched as it lengthened. You felt your teeth sharpen, your hands curl into claws. A tail unfurled behind you, heavy and alive. The platform suddenly dropped. You drop into a chamber. The chamber was massive, ringed with reinforced steel. Observation windows lined the upper walls. Then you caught sight of your reflection in the glass. You were still you—but you weren’t in your old body anymore.