Scp-006 Novels & Stories

force yourself to speak. I’m Bethany and that’s my sister Kaiya” As she spoke I wondered how long they had been here and as though reading my mind, Bethany said sadly, my sister and I were kidnapped on our way home from school about three or four months ago, not really sure, I lost count of the days. Master said that he is preparing us for some big annual auction, and if we behave, then he will make sure that Kaiya and I will not be separated.” DAMN THAT B**TARD TO HELL! HOW COULD HE PUT THESE PRECIOUS GIRLS THROUGH THIS? I’M GOING TO KILL HIM!!! I was screaming internally, but I was physically useless. Every bit of my body was aching. My head felt worse. Kaiya knelt down, and she had a syr

The heat was unbearable, the stale air thick with dust. "You are one minute away," Cyber informed me. “There is one more turn before the vault.” “Easy for you to say,” I grumbled under my breath. “Try crawling through five inches of dirt and sweat, then get back to me.” The vibration of my bracelet confirmed I was close. I reached the final turn and spotted the metallic tile Cyber had mentioned. The adhesive wallpaper concealed the opening, but I quickly peeled it back, revealing the screws holding the tile in place. “Agent 64, I am going to disable the cameras in the room for three minutes. Deactivate the locks of the vault and Grab the diamonds,” Cyber said.

Its rose symbol glowed softly in her palm. The core pulsed violently. A holographic figure materialized in front of her, a younger woman, beautiful and cold, eerily familiar. Not Evelyn. Not her mother. One of the founders. The first architect. The woman’s voice was smooth as glass. “Subject G01 identified.” Scarlett’s heart slammed against her ribs. The hologram smiled. “Welcome home.” No. She slammed the pendant into the slot. The lab screamed. Light detonated. Every screen shattered into blinding white static.

It had no eyes, no mouth, but its presence was a suffocating weight that made the air itself feel like it was drowning. "The biomass is defective," the Herald’s voice vibrated directly against their teeth, skipping their eardrums entirely. "Subject 001, your integration with the foreign Anomaly has corrupted your base code. You will be disassembled. Your Pack will be vaporized. The Ark will be reclaimed." "I’m getting really tired of these guys calling me a 'Subject'," Caleb growled.

But her heart wasn’t. And until she knew who D.M. really was, she couldn’t afford to believe any of it. Morning – Ava’s Lab Serena walked in with purpose, her jaw tight. She tossed the tablet onto the table. “Who is Candidate Omega_006?” she demanded. Ava blinked, then tapped quickly. “That’s you.” “And the handler?” Ava paused. “Where did you get this?” “Last data packet from Zurich. It was buried deep.” Ava typed again. A file surfaced. Handler: D.M. No expansion. No name.

The Auditor stayed behind, trying to fool the sensors. June sat in the shadows and opened the locket. No picture inside, only a scrap of paper with a single name. She didn’t recognize it. Subject 001: The Original Baker. June looked at her mother. Sarah stared at the name, face stricken with fear. “Mom?” June whispered. “Who is Subject 001?” Sarah didn’t answer. She just kept staring at June’s stomach, then at the waterfall. At last, she whispered, “June, the computer world didn’t begin thirty years ago. It started with your grandmother. And the woman we saw in the office... she was not just a CEO."

When the doors opened, it felt like opening the mouth of something dead. The lab swallowed them whole. Cold metal corridors. Empty rooms. The hum of generators still barely alive, like the place had been waiting. Cassian moved fast. Dahlia followed, eyes hard. Anais gripped Maris’s hand tightly. They reached a control room. Dust covered the desk, but the monitors flickered when Cassian powered them on. Old feeds. Files. And then—on the center screen—a name blinked alive. SUBJECT 0-A Anais stared.

Something escaped from that tank and killed him. Harper picked up the clipboard from the skeleton's hand. The last entry was scribbled in shaky handwriting: Subject 001 has breached containment. Protocol failed. May God forgive us. - A.S. "Subject 001?" Harper read aloud. A noise came from the darkness at the back of the lab. Scrape. Scrape. Like claws on metal. The three of them went dead silent. They weren't alone. "Louis," Sebastian unholstered his gun, his hand steady despite the shock. "You said the lab was abandoned."

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.

Everyone were in the state of puzzled and curious, when the heard that Sasu were clearing his throat. Naturally as this were going on, no one were stopping and stand still, they all still have their own personal duty, and the massacre of the Yulga Family still continues, despite the comical incidents that were happening right at the moment. “This Sasu, Secret Service Agent, Head of the Presidential Security Personnel, Agent Number, 001…Requesting Direct communication line with Aeternum Person of Interest, Code Name…Dragon 01…”.(Sasu)