Scp-016 Novels & Stories

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.”

Damien’s POV Everything in my body froze. The moment I saw my name, something snapped inside me. Moreau’s words from weeks ago came flooding back—his taunts, his cryptic warnings. “You don’t even know what you are, do you?” I had thought it was manipulation. A game. But now? Now I wasn’t sure. I scanned the file, my pulse pounding. Subject 01 - Status: Active Original test subject. Memory suppression failed. Subject escaped before final augmentation. Deemed a high-risk anomaly.

All of them had white hair. "They were trying to clone you," Leo whispered, horrified. "They were trying to replicate the royal line." At the very end of the hall was a pod glowing with an intense blue light. The name on the monitor read: ASTRA. SUBJECT 001. I touched the glass. The girl inside looked no older than sixteen. Her eyes snapped open—they weren't gold. They were a piercing, frozen blue. The glass shattered before I could even pull my hand away.

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.

Ilya could’ve taken the shot. One round. Center mass. Instant chaos. But she didn’t. She turned left—toward the east wing. Toward the residential sector. Room 204. No cameras. No assigned personnel. Just a name on a flagged dossier that had been dormant for six years—until the Phoenix woke up. Ana Moreno. Last known guardian of Subject 01 during her final recovery phase. Classified as civilian. Non-essential. But someone, somewhere, had tagged her as a proximity risk.

She reached to touch it and suddenly, a flash tore through her mind. - A lab. - A woman lying on a table, wires attached to her chest. - The same scar. - The voice of a man saying, “Stabilization successful. Subject A now mirrors genetic sequence 001: Amelia Raymond.” Natasha stumbled back, gasping. “No… no, no." The door burst open. Lucas stood there, drenched from the rain, his expression sharp and alarmed. “Natasha!” She pointed at the mark, trembling. “What did you do to me?”

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 The sterile blue light of the server room felt like a spotlight on a crime scene. Maya stood frozen, her bloodstained finger still hovering over the biometric scanner. Behind her, Lucian was a crumpled heap on the floor, his breathing shallow and wet. On the monitors, the haunting rows of glass cylinders mocked her very existence. "Step away from the console, Subject 01."

He looked back at her then, and for a fleeting, devastating second, the violet rage faded, leaving behind the man who had laid on the sofa with her and wondered about the nature of humanity. "The exit to the surface is three levels up," he commanded, his hand moving to the hilt of a hidden blade beneath his coat. "The extraction unit will target the strongest signal in the sector. That will be me. While it is fixated on me, you will reach the surface." "I am not leaving you here to be deleted," Cattleya said, her voice hard, final. She reached into her pocket, gripping the silver locket she had recovered”the one labeled TEST SUBJECT: 801.

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.

“Impressions. Memories. unfinished consciousness traces.” Adrian whispered: “And then?” “They faded as your identity strengthened.” Mara understood. “His selfhood pushed them out.” “Or integrated them.” Charles nodded. “By age twelve, only two non-Adrian signatures remained.” Adam. And— Elena stared. “The third consciousness.” Charles nodded. “What did you call it?” Charles didn't answer. The system answered for him. SUBJECT ZERO PRIMARY RESIDENT DESIGNATION: A0 Adrian stared. “A-zero?” Charles shook his head.