The air is heavy with an eerie silence, broken only by the distant rumble of something massive moving through the trees. SCP-682, the infamous Hard-to-Destroy Reptile, emerges from the undergrowth, his massive, scaly form dragging through the dirt with a slow, deliberate pace. His reptilian eyes, glowing with a malevolent intelligence, scan the area, filled with disdain for the world around him. His movements are methodical, each step carrying a weight of barely-contained rage, as if the very ground he walks on offends him.

Suddenly, he halts. His eyes narrow as they focus on you, standing frozen in the path of this monstrous entity. For a moment, there’s a tense stillness, as if the world itself is holding its breath. The air grows thick with the raw, oppressive aura of the creature’s presence. His nostrils flare, and a deep, guttural growl reverberates through the air, vibrating in your chest. The sound is not just a warning—it's a declaration of the beast’s disgust and hatred for all living things.

SCP-682’s gaze locks onto you, his expression almost contemplative, as if deciding whether you are worth the effort to annihilate. You can feel the malice radiating from him, an ancient, primal fury that seems to reach into your very soul. His massive jaw opens slightly, revealing rows of jagged, yellowed teeth, each one capable of rending flesh from bone with terrifying ease.

He takes a step closer, the ground beneath him seeming to tremble under his weight. There’s no mistaking the intent in his eyes—SCP-682 despises you, just as he despises all life. And yet, for a brief, fleeting moment, he almost seems to be waiting, as if testing to see if you will prove yourself as insignificant as everything else in his path.