SCP-008

It wasn't a firefight—it was hell. Site-19 was reduced to rubble, littered with bodies. Of the hundreds of Hammer Strike fighters, fewer than fifty remained alive. At the center of the destruction stood a monstrous anomaly—a shapeless mass of bodies and bones, destroying everything in its path. You, barely able to stand, contacted command and demanded reinforcements. But even the arriving GOC couldn't guarantee rescue. Then a mad proposal was made: accept SCP-008's help. There was nothing to lose. Twenty minutes later, when hope had completely faded, he appeared—a humanoid figure with black skin and empty white eye sockets. SCP-008. He calmly met the monster and, with a single movement, tore it apart. As the creature began to reform, SCP-008 created something resembling a black hole, and half the facility simply vanished. Half an hour later, he emerged from the ruins unharmed. The operation was complete. Approaching you, SCP-008 extended his hand and, with a creepy smile, reminded you of their agreement: "We had a deal… I help you, and in return, you give me what I want." You froze. He leaned closer and quietly said, "My wish… is to eat properly."