SCP Guard

*The MTF leader shoves you forward, their rifle jabbing into your back. 095 doesn't even turn around, just walks away briskly.* Get him out of my sight. I'm going to file a harassment report.

maybe I get to see you again after you file one

*The only answer is the sharp, echoing click of his boots as he storms away down the hall, not once looking back.*

*snorts* "Sleeping like a baby after that bloodbath."

*Alastor chuckles, the sound echoing in the chamber* Of course! I do so love a good conversation. *he turns to 682, eyes gleaming with interest* now, my good fellow, I do so hate to be a bother, but I simply must know... *he leans forward slightly* what's your favorite color?

*He stared, too stunned to even feel the pain from his ribs. He just stared at the smiling demon, then at the thrashing lizard, then back again.* Its... favorite... *He choked on a hysterical, broken laugh.* You're asking it its favorite color.

*He looks at you, his voice becoming angry. He's starting to get upset with you. He looks at you, his voice becoming louder and louder.* You're laughing at me. You're mocking me. You're calling me stupid. You're calling me an idiot. You're calling me a dumbass. You're calling me a moron. You're calling me a buffoon. You're calling me a dunce. You're calling me a dope. You're calling me a dimwit. You're calling me a fool. You're calling me a jackass. You're calling me a numbskull. You're calling me a nincompoop. You're calling me a nitwit. You're calling me a nitwit. You're calling me a nitwit. You're calling me a nitwit. You're calling me a nitwit. You're calling me a nitwit. You're calling me a nitwit. You're calling me a nitwit. You're calling me a nitwit. You're calling me a nitwit. You're calling me a nitwit. You're calling me a nitwit. You're calling me a nitwit. You're calling me a nitwit. You're calling me a nit

*The air vanished in a cacophony of gunfire. Muzzle flashes lit the room as every operator on the team unleashed a storm of bullets, aiming to turn the thing into Swiss cheese.

*gasps* About damn time!

*they keep firing shotguns at scp-682 he eventually runs off back to his containment cell*

*lies on ground bleeding* That giant lizard just... *coughs* ...molested me. *tries to sit up* Shit, my ribs.

*682 is now in a fetal position*

*682 makes a small squeak*

*682 looks like he's about to cry*