Scp-004 Novels & Stories

"The Fourth Prime... he’s in the basement. Under the servers. He’s... he’s the ticking." Tick. Tick. Tick. A low-frequency vibration began to shake the tower. Not a tectonic groan, but a mechanical countdown. [SOURCE IDENTIFIED: THE CHRONOS PRIME] [STATUS: AWAKENED] [DIRECTIVE: ERASE THE FUTURE] The Fourth Prime wasn't a predator of flesh. It was a predator of consequence. "Kael!" I roared at the speakers. "Seal the basement!" “The... seal... is... broken... Aria...” Kael’s ghost-voice erupted, a desperate scream of structural failure. “The... 14-B... contract... was... the... timer... and... the... clock... just... hit... zero...”

The Spire’s core was just ahead, a pulsating, white-gold heart that radiated a frequency so powerful it made my teeth rattle in my skull. I reached the maintenance hatch—a circular plate of reinforced obsidian. It was locked with a biometric seal. "Vessel 002 detected," a cold, feminine voice echoed in the pipe. "Identity: Zora Vane. Status: Rogue. Biological purge initiated." The liquid around me began to boil.

The machine was screaming at him to reset, but the memory was anchored to his core. "I... I can't," he choked out, his voice returning to the resonance and tone of the boy she once knew. ​Up in the command room, the Architect’s monitors flared red. Intruder detected. Subject 44 exhibiting non-linear behavioral response. Biological distress markers at maximum. ​"The intruder is at the terminal," the system announced to the room. "Clara is alive." ​I realized my mistake the moment the signal ended. The frequency had been traced. As I scrambled to shut down the transmitter, the monitors in my basement erupted with alarms.

On the top floor of ValeCorp, Elena Marsh’s clearance badge blinked once. Then failed. Security arrived four minutes later. She didn’t resist. Because she knew: The system didn’t belong to her anymore. It had remembered its true heir. The file was locked beneath six levels of redacted security. Even now even with root access it hesitated before opening. But she didn’t. She tapped the command key. The screen flickered. And there he was. Elias M. Ghost classification: 004. Erased: 5.09.21 Status: “Presumed Terminated – No Confirmation.”

Just snow and shadows and silence. Perfect for ghosts. Luca started setting perimeter charges. Nico handled comms and power. Matteo dragged a table into the main room and dropped the drive on it. “You sure about this?” he asked me. “No,” I said. “But it’s time.” We sat together as the drive powered on, screen flickering blue. A countdown appeared: 47:56:21 And then beneath it, in blood-red letters: SUBJECT 01 – PROTOTYPE RESONANCE EVENT TRIGGERED

Broken glass on the floor, files all wet with the water that has drained from a very large aquarium-like object that must have once been so big, it fit a full-grown human. Dr West was running like a crazy person from one end to the other, trying to find something which seemed important to him. "What are you waiting for you idiot? Sound the alarm! Subject 40 is gone!" He said breathing heavily whilst raising his arms in panic. Subject 40 was the lady that is being kept by the wolves I thought to myself, grinning at the thought that I was once again in luck. Chaos is what I need to bring Dr Write out of his office and closer to the exit door where I would easily force him to follow me.

No orders — just motion. “Where did you find that tag?” Evelyn asked. Rhea sat beside her, the firelight flickering across her scarred cheek. “I didn’t,” she said. “You did. That’s why we came.” Evelyn frowned. “What are you talking about?” “You screamed. Three days ago, from somewhere near Hollowmere. Like your bones remembered something your mind doesn’t. That kind of scream carries.” She looked over at Evelyn, steady and unblinking. “We’ve been tracking the ones they called ‘control-class.’ You were E-113. S-019 was the one they couldn’t contain.”

The rear door, unable to fully close in the rush, swung wildly with the vehicle's violent acceleration. Avery launched herself forward. Like a mother driven mad, she threw herself onto the rear step of the speeding van. Physical pain seemed to have been severed entirely by maternal instinct. Her ten fingers dug into the narrow gap of the door, barely half an inch wide. Inside the cargo hold, a scar-faced man hunched over the communicator grabbed his radio. "—Yes, Mr. D. The direct derivative sample of Subject 047 has been secured. No damage to the specimen." *047.*

The scent of antiseptic burned my nose. A hospital. I turned and froze. A glass window stretched before me, wide and gleaming. Beyond it— A chair. Restraints. Monitors. Tubes. And me. Strapped to the chair. Pale. Still. A line of stitches running across my scalp. I stepped closer, horror flooding my chest. “What is this?” I whispered. The glass flickered, flashing words in red: "Project Confessor: Subject 01 — Giovanni Moretti" Date: 2002.

"What do you mean by that? You pretend you don't know us? Oh, or did you have amnesia after the accident?" "Remember this carefully!" another said. "We are masters of dorm two and loyal supporters of B4. Who was it that you swore at? Immediately correct your words, loser!" "Well, he's right. It doesn't matter if you are the brightest student in this school; if you insult Hunter Abraham and the other members of B4, then you will have to face us!" "B4!" Jonea grinned. "True to their name—BEASTS Four, the four of them are monsters!"