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Pokémon cómo SCP #5- Zeraora

 ITEM # SCP-80,007


CLASIFICACIÓN DEL OBJETO: PELIGROSO


PROCEDIMIENTOS ESPECIALES DE CONTENCIÓN: SCP-80,007 debe ser contenido en una celda estándar para contención de humanoides, pero con el añadido de estar aislado contra corriente eléctrica.


DESCRIPCIÓN: SCP-80,007 es un tigre humanoide de 1.9 metros de altura, cuenta con una inteligencia comparable con la de un primate, aunque ligeramente más avanzada, teniendo la capacidad de entender el lenguaje humano. La conducta de SCP-80,007 es increíblemente agresiva y explosiva, la menor provocación causará su ira, es en ese momento en el que SCP-80,007 activará su mecanismo de defensa natural literalmente disparando poderosas cargas eléctricas desde las almohadillas de sus patas delanteras, estas descargas alcanzan los 90.000 millones de julios, siendo capaces de freir instantáneamente a cualquier ser que SCP-80,007 considere una amenaza. Aunque el poder de fuego de SCP-80,007 no es su única fortaleza, este ser también cuenta con una increíble fuerza, siendo capaz de levantar hasta 400 veces su propio peso, y saltar (hacia adelante) 9 veces su altura y caer sin recibir ningún daño.

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