A Beginning in Mourning: The Rake(IC)

[Shadyrya]

017 looked at the grotesque creation of the Rake's. In a low, smooth, seductive voice, 017 managed to speak. *cough* " You are..*cough* the one called the*cough* Rake? Excuse the cough, I'm new*cough* to this speaking thing. Anyway, I'll kill these humans. But watch out for the men who watch. Watch out for the SCP Corporation." 017 waited patiently.

[Utceforp]

"It's growing flesh again. Give it another bath and make sure to monitor it better this time."

SCP-682 was in his chamber, pacing. Although much of his muscle and bone was destroyed, he still managed to walk. He heard the distinct hiss signalling the release of the acid that they used to contain him, but he was ready this time. When the tiny holes in his chamber opened to release the acid, his mouth opened, revealing a cannon-like tongue. He launched a sticky material at the holes, coating them. It wouldn't last for long, the acid would eventually burn through, but it gave him time. He rammed himself into the side of his container, while it didn't visibly dent, he could tell he had done a small amount of damage. He concentrated, allowing a bone structure to slowly streatch, break and grow over the skin of his forehead, resembling the forehead structure of a triceratops. He rammed again and again, severing a few muscles and arteries that were still healing. Nonetheless, he kept ramming. Through the metal walls that confined him, SCP-682 could here movement and the clicking of weapons. His little stunt with the acid had caused quite a commotion, but they were afraid of sending men into his container, fearing less that their lackeys would lose their lives, and more that he would escape through whatever space they opened. He tore at the side of the container, and just as the metal seemed to split apart, the acid burnt through the last layer of material and began to pour into the room again, burning the feet of SCP-682. He stumbled and fell, but just before succumbing to the acid, his shoulder area began to bulge with hundreds of tumour-esque raised scabs. They burst open, revealing an enormous swarm of arachnid limbs, carrying him above the acid, despit his partially destroyed and limp lower limbs. He began widening the gap he had created, and burst through. A long corridor stretched out before him, with three armed humans wearing the distinct uniforms of "class-Ds", expendable humans that they threw at SCPs to essentially see what happened. He cringed at the sight of the abominations standing before him. He hated everything about them. Their unnaturally flat pink snouts, they way they seemed to work as one, scurrying to do a single purpose. He even hated the screams they made when they died, high pitched and constant, warning the other members of their collective that a hostile had entered their icy-cold metal hive. But, despite his nausea, he had a plan. As they shot at him, chunks of flesh flew off his body, falling to the ground. Despite this, and the constant pain, SCP-682 managed to manipulate himself again. He let the bullets sink into his skin, waiting for the wounds to knit themselves together. He used his muscles to move the bullets to one place in his body, preparing himself. His mouth opened, revealing a long prehensile tongue, covered in pulsating holes. He roared, unloading all the bullets they had used against him into the flesh of the humans. They all screamed their horrifying screams, their blood pooling around them as they slowly died from their own weapons. As SCP-682 moved over them, circular mouths with razor teeth opened all over his body. they shot out their one tongues, similar to the one he used to kill the class-Ds, but without the bullet holes. They wrapped around the corpses, dissolving them and bringing them back into the invincible reptile, causing him to grow larger. He converted the humans into flesh bone and muscle for his damaged limbs and a thin pink tail of fat blood and muscle wrapped in skin. He did not know what kind of humans he would encounter in the next part of his escape, but he knew he would need to be versatile and fast. He burst open the weaker door that stood in his way, surprisingly noticing he was out in the open. A tree branch hit him in the face, breaking off and impaling itself in his skin. SCP-682's flesh grew around it, but he did not expell it, as he was more preoccupied with where he was and what he had to do. He was obviously on a train, but that didn't concern him. What did concern him was a class-D, one who feared him more than he fearedthem, and had disobeyed the order to engage him was standing in the open-air car. He ran at the sight of him. Good. This prey was smart. SCP-682 followed the D-class, stopping only to break down the blast door that the D-class had closed in front of him. He heard various alarms sound, but he ignored them. He crawled on to the ceiling, following the scent of the D-class. The delay caused by the blast doors had allowed the D-class to escape, but SCP-682 would find his prey. He climbed through the maze of metal corridors, stopping only to raise himself up on his hind legs and regain the scent. Eventually, he heard the D-class running through the hallways. In his excitement, he let out a primal sound, somewhere between a growl and a hiss. the D-class heard him and continued running. SCP-682 followed him, tailing him from afar until he could tell his prey had stopped. He turned the corner and saw the S-class pressed up against the wall. The skin near SCP-682's jaws bubbled and expanded, splitting open to reveal fully formed human arms, grasping and clawing as if they wanted to escape the body of their master. the D-class was backed up against the wall, panting. Clouded by fear, it took his brain a few moments to realize he could grab the gun at his hip. He fired off a few shots at the slowly approaching SCP-682, although most of them missed, one managed to sever one of the tusk-like arms that had grown around his head. SCP-682 wanted the humans to see fear, which was why he was taking his time to approach. It wasn't that he enjoyed their fear, or that he fed off of it, he just felt that if he saw them scream and struggle, they would seem more... palatable. He crawled up the D-class, feeling his heart beat faster as SCP-682's face met his. The other arm, resembling that of a human except for its lack of skin, suddenly lashed out like a cobra, covering the face of the screaming D-class. He pulled the human into his mouth, swallowing hungrily. He dissolved the D-class quickly, converting both him and the now-useless arm into more muscle and flesh, repairing his broken body and growing slightly larger. He was about to follow the scent of another group of D-classes, which he could tell were hurrying towards him, but paused. He heard, in his mind, a scream. It was a primal scream, calling the creatures of the darkness towards it. SCP-682 was being summoned, and he was happy to oblige the one who called him. Breaking through the wall of the train, the enormous lizard-man disappeared into the forest, towards the sound of the scream.

[Shadyrya]

017 waited for his reply.


*OOC* Bump.

[Soviet Ruk-Tsan]

The Slender Man disposed of the corpses, taking care to leave the phone with a short video of him gently, and then walked through a dark street. He picked a house at random and appeared inside. He walked through the halls and came to a door marked Billy. He entered the room and saw a small boy sleeping. He woke the boy, and the boy stared at him with a mixture of fear and curiosity. The Slender Man put a finger to where his mouth would have been. He waved and dissapeared.

[Mosasauria]

017 looked at the grotesque creation of the Rake's. In a low, smooth, seductive voice, 017 managed to speak. *cough* " You are..*cough* the one called the*cough* Rake? Excuse the cough, I'm new*cough* to this speaking thing. Anyway, I'll kill these humans. But watch out for the men who watch. Watch out for the SCP Corporation." 017 waited patiently.

It looked to the shadowy figure that suddenly appeared near it.
"Yes, I am the Rake. And I am the one who has been watching. Always watching."

[Shadyrya]

"I prefer killing to watching. *cough* Usually it's a sweeter, more intense fear they have than the long lasting, milder fear when you watch."