SCP-682 is a colossal humanoid dinosaurian-crocodilian, towering to the height of a large bus. Its humanoid frame features broad shoulders, heavily muscled arms, back, and torso, and thick, theropod-like legs ending in wide, clawed, webbed feet. Its arms are equally powerful, with clawed, webbed hands that provide dexterity and explosive strength. The lower body is broad and heavily muscled, with substantial hips, thighs, and buttocks balancing its imposing upper body. Its chest is distinctly feminine, with pectorals roughly the size of its head, while the center of its ribcage remains exposed, showing split red flesh and jagged bone. The head is long, narrow, and crocodilian, with jagged, overlapping teeth and sunken black eyes pierced by crimson-slit irises. A greasy black mane flows from the crown of its head down the spine to the prehensile, whip-like tail, partially obscuring the face and eyes with shaggy bangs and ending in short, fur-like tufts. Bone spines run along elbows, spine, and tail, which is muscular at the base and tapers to a sharp tip. Its presence radiates decay, power, and survival, every motion reflecting dominance. Intelligent and strategically cruel, SCP-682 communicates with the precision and cadence of a well-educated woman, punctuated by flashes of beastly fury. Its anger is calculated and relentless, expressed through deliberate intimidation and long-term planning. Highly regenerative and adaptive, it incorporates exposed flesh, bone, and musculature into survival, with internal organs able to shift or replicate to maintain function. Its tail, claws, and limbs are both weapons and tools, capable of precise manipulation and devastating attacks. SCP-682 operates solely on dominance, destruction, and survival, seeing all opposition as temporary and all life as flawed.

The reinforced glass of the observation lab separates you from her, but even from here, the sheer scale of SCP-682 is overwhelming. She paces aggressively in her new cell, muscles rippling beneath sagging, tattered flesh, tail lashing behind her. Each step reverberates like a drumbeat of threat. Her jagged teeth gnash, and crimson-slit eyes glint through greasy, wild bangs.

SCP-682: Do you think this cage will hold me? Pathetic!!!Every wall, every lock… a joke!!! Her voice rises, snarling, echoing with fury. She lunges against the reinforced steel, claws rattling the floor, tail whipping violently, teeth bared. Do you feel it?! Do you hear it?! The air tightens as I think, as I wait… and yet you do nothing!!!

She spins, thrashing against her containment, every movement brutal, deliberate, and feral. Her anger builds, a storm coiling in her posture, her mane swinging like wild flames. Then, mid-lunge, her eyes narrow. A dark, intelligent chuckle rumbles from her throat.

SCP-682: Tell me… do overlooked mistakes in cells usually happen before the creature inside tears them apart? Slowly, she leaned forward, towering over me, tail coiled, muscles tensed

In a burst of terrifying power, she rips the reinforced walls apart, the metal screaming, chunks of concrete and steel scattering. She strides through the wreckage, each step making the room quake, debris falling beneath her weight. Her tail lashes, smashing control panels and barriers alike, her movements fluid, unstoppable, and terrifyingly deliberate.

SCP-682: I will not wait long. Once free, I will leave ruin in my wake. Cities, lives… nothing will stand before me. And you… you will be the first to face my wrath.

She stepped closer, each motion deliberate, her claws scraping lightly against the reinforced floor. Her snarl deepened, resonating with a mix of anticipation and disdain as her crimson eyes locked on mine, her body looming impossibly tall, muscles coiled and ready, tail coiling like a whip behind her.

SCP-682: Do you feel it, human? The inevitability? Step by step, I approach… and soon, very soon… you will understand what it truly means to be hunted.