Scp 003 Novels & Stories

Who exactly was the subject? Alice sat in a small café far from the city center. Her laptop was open in front of her, while the cup of coffee she had ordered was already beginning to grow cold. She opened the photograph again. "S-00... Initial Observation," Alice said. Her fingers tapped lightly against the table. "Who are you?" Alice asked. Her phone suddenly vibrated. A message from an unknown number appeared. [If you are looking for S-00, don’t ask the Black or Cole families.]

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

I froze, then stepped back, mumbling an apology. "I'm sorry, I must be in the wrong place." As I turned to leave, a voice stopped me. "You're... You're Selena Hudson, right?" The man approached with a friendly smile and continued, "I'm Liam Rogers, Wren's brother. She made me promise to look after you." I did a double-take. That could not be Liam, the once chubby big brother who tagged along with Wren and I on candy runs. He had become towering and strikingly handsome, almost unrecognizable.

Z-03 Realizes the Truth Z-03 stood still. Too still. As if computing something impossible. Elias noticed first. “Z-03? What is it?” Z-03’s lights flickered like failing stars. “This is not possible…” Alexander turned toward it. “What isn’t?” Z-03 stared at him long and hard. Then it spoke words that changed everything: “You are synchronizing with Z-02.” Alexander blinked. “…what?” Z-03 continued: “Your glow… Your pulse… Your energy pattern… They match hers.”

Mounted deep inside the bottom compartment, hidden beneath the black foam lining, was a small digital screen that had just flickered to life. A bright red progress bar was moving across the glass screen, accompanied by tiny white text that read: AUTOMATIC DATA TRANSFER: 99%... Luke froze, his smile vanishing instantly. "What is that?" "It's a wireless satellite uplink," Subject Zero-Three rasped, his eyes widening in sudden horror. "The case wasn't just carrying the locket... it was reading the biological memory chip inside the locket and uploading the raw data directly to an offshore server!" Noah reached into the box to tear out the battery cables, but before his fingers could touch the wi

The siren echoed through the underground tunnel. Loud. Relentless. Terrifying. WOOOOOOO… WOOOOOOO… WOOOOOOO… Nobody moved. Nobody spoke either. Because something about that sound felt wrong. Very wrong. Elliot stared at his tablet. Then looked again. Then looked a third time. “No.” Victor immediately turned. “What now?” Elliot looked pale. Really pale. “The facility is activating Protocol Zero.” He said.

The slate clattered to the floor. Chaewon's hands went numb. "Protocol Zero," she whispered. "What the hell is Protocol Zero?" Han's fingers flew across his keyboard, pulling up fragments of corrupted data. "I don't know yet, but—wait." His face went pale. "Oh God." "What?" Jian pushed himself upright, ignoring the blood seeping through fresh bandages. "There's a third genetic match," Han said slowly. "Not Euna. Not Haeun. Another one. Fully matured. Active since forty-eight hours ago."

The display went completely black, replacing her secure desktop with a single, glowing red terminal prompt. Sophia’s heart hammered against her ribs. She didn't move toward the desk. She remained standing by the cabinet, her muscles instantly tensing into high alert. The terminal prompt began to type out text automatically, line by line, in a cold, mechanical cadence. SYSTEM OVERRIDE: AUTHORIZATION LEVEL ZERO RECIPIENT: SOPHIA LANG SENDER: UNKNOWN / GHOST PROTOCOL The text paused for two agonizing seconds, the cursor blinking violently in the dim room. Then, a new line appeared:

A line of text was scrolling across the black surface, glowing in a familiar, sickly green. "Calibration Complete. Subject 01 and 02 have reached Phase 3: Mutual Obsession. Deploying the Harvester." I looked at Jinyan, but he wasn't looking at the tablet. He was looking at the front door. The door didn't open. It didn't break. It simply turned into light. And standing in the center of our kitchen, bathed in a glow that was neither sapphire nor emerald, was a woman who looked exactly like my mother—but her skin was made of the same silver as Jinyan’s scars.

Caroline was right as well, Zhairo wouldn't like it if something bad happened to Zhanaia and he would surely kill me. Francis came and handed me a bottle of cold water. I sighed in relief as it was what exactly I needed. Without wasting any second, I opened the water bottle and gulped its content in one drink. I saw Zhairo giving me deadly glares as she hugged Heartly who was on her side, I avoided his eyes as I couldn't look at him straight, my shame was eating me up.