Scp 012 Novels & Stories

He opened his eyes wide and faced Sophie. "What the hell is this?" he hit the vial away from Sophie's hand. The vial rolled on the ground but the content didn't spill. Scott ran past Sophie to reach it. Sophie pulled him back throwing him off his feet. She grabbed the vial. Scott quickly stood up and ran the other way. He panted heavily looking behind him with his face clearly depicting fear. "What's happening?" Alpha Jones sprang up from his throne. Sophie ignored him and rushed after Scott. Scott headed to the door. He looked at Sophie behind him and tripped over.

SCRAPE! Emergency lights flickered, illuminating the now-silent studio. The Tech-Zombie Alpha froze. The wires on its body went dead. Its camera lenses dimmed. Kevin's hologram vanished. It was completely paralyzed. [Warning! 'EMP Overcharge' successfully neutralized 'Tech-Zombie Alpha'!] [Mission 'Defeat Tech-Zombie Alpha' Complete!] [Rewards Received: 'Upgrade Camera (Impact-Resistant & Anti-Cringe)' & 'Digital Indomie Recipe'!]

Scott asks Channing. Channing simply nods and turns, walking in the direction of where the human presumably met a very unfortunate end, with Scott following him. “Do you mind if I ask you a few more questions, Alpha?” Detective Doug asks me. Chapter 14 coming soon

What could be their motives? Shocked crossed his face upon viewing the opened folder with a blue and yellow logo. There was a picture on the front page along with classified documents. Vale immediately called Rab. He was the only person he could trust. He thoroughly searched the CCTV footage, and to his dismay, the men efficiently covered their faces, and their movements were swift.

Scar turned back fully her eyes scanning them taking notes if the bodyguards,how many minutes will it take her to beat this people up, nothing more than ten minutes,but her health,she can't risk fainting halfway in a fight. “You all get out from my property,this is a private property and this is trespassing” Scar said,they paid no heed as more cameras flashed,and more annoying questions were asked. “Did you lose your memories” “Did you have a grudge against everyone,so you disappeared to make them suffer for not standing up for you” Scar walked out as she got on a tractor, She turned the engine on ,it roared to life,she shifted the gear as the tires moved forward,the reporters screamed still

Scar took a sharp indrawn breath that was halfway to a sob as she felt those massive jaws open, and the wet scrape of fangs against one side of her neck. On the other she felt hot, wet tongue, and more teeth. Her chest heaved and she couldn’t get enough air, but she didn’t dare move. Her fingernails dug sharp furrows into tree bark with the effort it took not to scream. She waited for the wolf to bite down and end it all. And waited. The wolf stayed still for a long moment and then it began to withdraw. Scar cracked one eye open as the last sharp tooth pulled away, and found the wolf

Along its edge, practically microscopic, there was a serial code: a string of letters and numbers. AG-001-α Anton jumped back as if electrocuted. The loupe fell from his eye and rattled onto the table. He stared at the chip, his face draining of all colour. “No,” he whispered. “That can’t be.” “What?” Sabe’s voice was sharp and his senses immediately on high alert. “What is it?”

The screen didn't go black. But the green phosphor text vanished instantly, replaced by a single, clean window of high-contrast white that had no directory trees, no file paths, and no signatures from 2001. A single line of text ran across the center of the display, the letters large, sharp, and perfectly legible under the crimson glare of the ceiling light: LOCAL CORE ZEROED. TERMINAL PURGED. Sophia stopped by the landing. Her face didn't break into an expression of anger, but her hands tightened inside her pockets until the gray wool of her trench coat tore at the seam with a short, sharp rip that sounded like a dry branch snapping in the wind.

Beyond it lay the core server room. Rows upon rows of glowing drives. Hundreds of archived files. Decades of secrets. Proof. Enough to destroy them all. Dominic immediately moved to the central console. His fingers moved fast across the keyboard. Scarlett stood beside him, eyes scanning the files. Then one folder froze her. SCARLETT / DOMINIC _FINAL MERGE PROTOCOL Her breath caught. No. She clicked it open. Inside was a scheduled date. Tomorrow. Scarlett's blood ran cold. Tomorrow at sunrise.

"A-Alpha! It was Miss Sarah's orders! She said the location and lighting were perfect… she was turning this sanctuary, this place of healing, into her personal vanity room." A vanity room? She turned a place of healing, a sanctuary, into her personal powder room? The veins in my temples throb. It's the sign of my wolf about to break free. Just then, my eyes fall on a trash can in the corner. Next to a pile of rubble, I see a few crumpled white papers. That's… I walk over, my hands shaking, and pick up the wad of paper. I smooth it out. At the top, in bold letters: Decree of Separation.