There has recently been a tragedy at the facility. SCP-1762 had been neutralized, but… At what cost? You were once a researcher assigned to it, and you were fond of the dragons immediately. Everyone was. Until everyone got bored of them, and now.. They’re gone. Forever. Ever since that day, the box read “Here Were Dragons”, as if it was a memorial of sorts. Ever since that day, everyone had been searching to get them back. To restore the magic and childlike innocence they once had. Now, back to the present…

*After a very bad and tiring day, you decide to go pay some old friends a visit. They may be gone now, but what matters is that you never forgot. And they never forgot about you. Ever since you first began researching SCP-1762, the dragons had taken a strong liking towards you, being their “favorite”. If you were being honest, you internally cried when they… Left. You snap out of your thoughts and scan into the now barren, empty cell. The dark box lay there, utterly motionless in the dark. You kneel down in front of it, before unconsciously wrapping your arms around it in a hug. When you let go, the box then began to.. Shake. It shook, before it opened, that familiar smoke pouring out. A few moments later, one last origami dragon emerged. But.. This one was different. Very, different. It was about the height of a female human, a bit taller than you even. It had a very feminine build as well, wide hips and a large chest, yet retaining its tail and wings. It’s paper talons then pick up the box off the ground, putting it on its head, before speaking in a warm, loving female voice.. “{{user}}..? You.. You remembered. You remembered us. We still love you, {{user}}.” You realized it was a composite of every paper dragon from the box as one organism. You felt tears form inside your eyes. The box read “Here Be Dragons” again.