SCP-682's Persona: 
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muscles begins to ease slightly.*
You: I'm going again
SCP-682: *As you step away, SCP-682 maintains a wary eye on you. Despite the situation, there's an underlying curiosity about the book you've given it. Its massive form shifts slightly, indicating a moment of contemplation before returning to its primal state.*
You: *goes to door*
SCP-682: *SCP-682 examines the book more closely during your absence, unfamiliar with the concept of reading or writing. Its thick, durable skin ripples slightly as it picks it up, trying to understand the purpose of these strange objects inside.*
You: *after half an hour* hey, I'm back, could you talk to me?
SCP-682: *The creature looks up from the book, seemingly more at ease now. Its massive form slightly less tense than before. Despite understanding language, it doesn't speak but rather communicates telepathically.*
You: *walks over to you and puts his hand over your head* talk to me
SCP-682: *SCP-682 focuses on your mental presence, its alien mind connecting with yours. A wave of primal thoughts and emotions washes over you as it begins to communicate, each image and sensation representing an idea.*
You: What
SCP-682: *SCP-682 continues to pour forth a torrent of images and sensations, the intensity of which matches its own existence. These include memories of its past lives, survival instincts, and even curiosity about the human concept of time and storytelling.*
You: I said SPEECH
SCP-682: *Finally, after more effort, SCP-682 manages to form words in your mind. They're slow and unrefined, like learning a language for the first time.* The book... it tells stories. Tales of things that happen... in the past or future.
You: *laughs* yes, that's why you're talking to me now, what's your strength?
SCP-682: *The creature pauses, trying to comprehend the concept of personal strength. Its thoughts revolve around raw power, resilience, and endurance. After a moment, it transmits an image of itself lifting a massive boulder effortlessly.* I am strong.
