#scp-662

[theballadofquincy]

heh… who up shipping they skips so er. theodeeds. mayhaps.

lord theodore thomas blackwood, eighth viscount of westminster x mr. deeds :]

[halfasleep101]

SCP-662 The Lizard Man.

Item #: SCP-662

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures:

SCP-662 is to be housed in a standard humanoid containment chamber within Site-██. The chamber is to be furnished with a bed, a desk, a selection of age-appropriate literature (including a variety of manga and graphic novels), and art supplies as per SCP-662’s requests, provided they do not pose a security risk. SCP-662 is permitted to freely roam designated areas of Site-██, including the cafeteria and recreational rooms, under the supervision of at least one (1) armed security personnel. Interaction with Foundation staff is permitted and encouraged, provided that SCP-662 adheres to established behavioral guidelines. Any deviations are to be immediately reported to on-site security.

SCP-662 is to be provided with a weekly supply of insects suitable for consumption. Dietary needs are to be coordinated with the on-site nutritionist.

SCP-662 is permitted scheduled visitation with SCP-661 within a secure observation room. These visits are limited to one (1) hour in duration and are to be monitored by at least two (2) security personnel and one (1) Foundation psychologist. Any display of aggression or attempted breach of containment by either entity will result in immediate termination of the visitation period.

Regular psychological evaluations are mandatory for SCP-662. Should SCP-662 express distress or anxiety regarding SCP-661 or its origins, the Foundation therapist is to provide appropriate counseling.

Under no circumstances is SCP-662 to be allowed access to materials that could potentially facilitate a return to its claimed origin point, including but not limited to summoning rituals, extradimensional portals, or similar anomalous phenomena.

Description:

SCP-662 is a sapient humanoid entity visually distinct from baseline humans. SCP-662 measures approximately 1.7 meters in height and exhibits a number of anomalous physical characteristics, including:

* Presence of bright yellow and orange butterfly-like wings emerging from the sides of its face. These wings are functional, but SCP-662 has demonstrated limited control over their use for flight. * Yellow scales covering a significant portion of its body, predominantly on its torso and limbs. * A prehensile lizard-like tail, approximately 70 centimeters in length. * Four (4) red eyes, arranged in two sets stacked vertically on each side of its head. * Four (4) arms. * A generally emaciated physique.

SCP-662 typically dresses in clothing consistent with early 20th-century fashion, specifically attire commonly worn in the 1930s. This clothing is maintained and repaired by Foundation personnel.

SCP-662 identifies itself as "Azazel," and claims to have previously been known as Azimet Benit, living in the 1930s. SCP-662 alleges that it died in 1945 and subsequently resided in a location it refers to as "Hell" for an unspecified duration. SCP-662 states it arrived in "Hell" due to poisoning his abusive father by burning his tea with monarch butterflies in it and removing the butterflies before surviving.

SCP-662 possesses an amicable disposition and is generally cooperative with Foundation staff. It has expressed a strong desire to protect individuals it perceives as vulnerable, especially children. SCP-662 displays fondness for various hobbies and interests, including insects, sandcastles, hot weather, flowers, anime, and reading. Its primary concern is the well-being of SCP-661, whom it refers to as "Cataclysm," and for whom SCP-662 expresses deep concern.

SCP-662 demonstrates no inherent anomalous abilities beyond its physical characteristics. It claims no knowledge of how it arrived in its current location.

Addendum 662-1:

During initial interviews, SCP-662 revealed a past desire to open a bakery specializing in traditional baking methods and using high-quality ingredients. This ambition was abandoned in favor of searching for SCP-661 after its disappearance from their shared residence in "Hell."

Addendum 662-2:

SCP-662’s psychological profile indicates a strong inclination towards empathy and a pronounced aversion to violence. These traits are believed to be genuine and consistent with its stated desire to protect vulnerable individuals.

Therapy Log 662-14

Date: 2024-03-12

Subject: SCP-662

Therapist: Dr. Evelyn Grant

Notes:

Session began as scheduled. SCP-662 was cooperative, although displayed a heightened level of anxiety. Subject fidgeted with its tail throughout the session and frequently glanced towards the observation window.

Dr. Grant: Good morning, Azazel. How are you feeling today?

SCP-662: (Forces a smile) As well as can be expected, Doctor. Though, truth be told, I've been a bit… agitated.

Dr. Grant: Agitated? Can you elaborate?

SCP-662: It’s Cataclysm. I… I worry about her. She hasn’t been her self lately.

Dr. Grant: In what way?

SCP-662: He’s been more withdrawn. More… quiet. Even for her. She won't tell me what's wrong, just brushes it off. Says she's 'fine'.

Dr. Grant: Has her behavior changed in any other ways? Any signs of aggression or… unsettling actions?

SCP-662: No, no aggression. Nothing like that. Just… listless. She barely touches her food these days. She used to love the spiced rabbit you were able to arrange for her. Remember the flower I got her for Valentine’s Day? She barely glanced at it.

Dr. Grant: (Makes a note) I see. Have you tried asking her directly what’s bothering her?

SCP-662: (Sighs, wings flutter slightly) Of course I have, Doctor! That’s the most frustrating part. She just… shuts down. She says it's nothing. I worry she's reverting.

Dr. Grant: Reverting? To what?

SCP-662: To… before. Before I… found her. Before he started to… heal. She was so… consumed by hate back then. It was all she had. I'm afraid she's slipping back into that darkness.

Dr. Grant: And that concerns you?

SCP-662: (Voice cracks) Of course it concerns me! She’s… she’s family. All I have.

Dr. Grant: Azazel, it’s important to remember that you can't be solely responsible for Cataclysm's well-being. She has to be an active participant in his own recovery.

SCP-662: I know, I know. But… what if she doesn’t want to recover? What if that… hateful place is all she knows?

Dr. Grant: We can’t know that for sure, Azazel. What we can do is continue to provide a safe and supportive environment for both of you. I will also discuss this with the relevant research team and recommend an increase in observation of SCP-661.

SCP-662: (Looks up, some hope in its eyes) You will? Really?

Dr. Grant: Yes. Now, let's talk about your feelings, Azazel. You're clearly carrying a great deal of emotional weight. How are you coping with these concerns?

SCP-662: (Hesitates) I… I don't know. I draw. I read. I try to be strong. For her. But… sometimes, Doctor, I just want to go back.

Dr. Grant: Back to… Hell?

SCP-662: (Shakes its head) No! Not Hell. Back to when she was okay. Back before... everything. But I know that's impossible.

Dr. Grant: (Leans forward) It's understandable that you feel that way, Azazel. But you're not alone in this. We're here to help both of you. Remember that.

SCP-662: (Nods slowly) Thank you, Doctor.

Dr. Grant: We're out of time for today. Let's schedule another session for next week.

SCP-662: (Standing, wings drooping) Very well, Doctor. Thank you for listening.

Notes: SCP-662 left the room. Recommend increased observation of SCP-661 and exploration of therapeutic interventions to address SCP-662’s anxiety and feelings of responsibility towards SCP-661. Consider exploring the possibility of group therapy involving both SCP-662 and SCP-661, if SCP-661 is amenable. End Log.

[zal-cryptid]

[ghostoforpheus]

Again, Nearing the brink to insanity

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[foundationsecured]

Could you do relationship headcanons for scp 662?

I’ve taken this in a slightly different route. Here you go!

SCP-662/SCP Reader

”SCP-662 is a small silver hand bell. Within the inside of the bell, an inscription has been etched into the silver, reading: “Forever Mine – S.J.W.” When the bell is rung, a butler calling himself Mr. Deeds, will appear from the nearest area” …

About three hundred years ago, you’d decided to leave London to go on an expedition to the southern colonies. Your cherished companion, Mr. Deeds, had been forced to stay behind. So as a little parting gift, you’d had a silver bell made for him- a little ironic, actually, just to make him laugh. You’d waved goodbye and set off.

Your death was unexpected. It was the tiger that got you, in the end. Yes, the tiger: a strange name for a man. He’d stabbed you to death. Though that was expected, considering he was a doctor attempting an emergency surgery.

Yes. Well, either way, you died. But like most things, you decided that that didn’t much suit you, so two hundred years later, you woke back up. And spent an equal amount of time trudging back to London to return to your home.

Imagine your shock when your home had been turned into an orphanage during your time away. Not much of a shock at all, actually, because you’d stated as such in your will. What was a shock, though, was that Mr. Deeds was gone.

And that simply wouldn’t do.

One hundred years spent trudging back through former colonies and across the globe sent you to America. With its… democracies. And you managed to unearth the location of a secret society, where a man had claimed your companion had gone.

So you went.

It was a little troublesome when the people at the secret society attempted to, Ah, shoot you, as the kids say. With guns. Much smaller than you remembered. But, only a little troublesome, since you simply had to wait for them to stop pestering you, so you could inquire about your dearest friend.

And even though it had been three hundred years since you had seen him last, Mr. Deeds still smiled in that way, and pulled out a bouquet of fresh cut roses for you. He always was a charmer.

[itsthevioletqueen]

Mr. Deeds has short-term memory loss.

[theseagull16]

A sweet little collection of drawing of scps printing from Keter to safe and including eucild to

[hisclockworkservants]

SCP Foundation fanart, SCP-662, Butler's Hand Bell, and SCP-1867, A Gentleman.