Scp 020 Novels & Stories

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.

“You need to see this. Now.” I turn back to the main display as video feeds from Alaska fill the wall. The collapsed facility site is no longer quiet. Rubble shifts. Ice cracks. The ground pulses with unnatural light. Theo stands in the wreckage. Fully formed now. Scarred but whole. Silver eyes burning with cold intent. And he is not alone. Scottie stands beside him. Alive. Regenerating. The sight hits me harder than any blade ever could. Between them, held carefully as if it is sacred, floats something impossible.

“Run Or become the weapon.” Aurora grabbed Lila. “We’re not running.” She turned to the pods there were lots of them, each of them labeled with a date and a name in her mother’s handwriting, spidery and precise. Subject 001: Failure – 1998 Subject 002: Unstable – 2001 Subject 003: Aurora – 2003

“Rather than being called a room, this is more like a home. Core Disciples are truly privileged.” After defeating Hai Jian, Xiao Long went to the Disciple Hall to renew his Identity Token. In addition to renewing the Identity Token, Xiao Long also got 50 Spirit Stones and a gold-plated uniform which was the Core Disciple's uniform. With this, Xiao Long officially became the 80th Seat Core Disciple of the Myriad Flame Sect.

We understand each other, and that’s enough, When my eyes spot an unopened email in my inbox, I click it open and scan its contents. The message and its attached files are surprising enough that I pick up my laptop and walk over to Scarlett’s bed. I smile when she fakes a just awoken daze and I stretch out the laptop to her. She looks a tad bit cross at how I hold a device of this caliber so carelessly, but she accepts it all the same and her eyes scan through the contents. She screams.

Suddenly a pale blue light was seen from the furthest corner of the pool, just next to the washrooms. "No, not again," Sam cried. It seemed like he had seen a ghost. He was shaking. Sam and I seemed to be moving normally but those around us were all in slow motion. "What do you mean not again, Sam," I yelled at him. "This is what happened before they took me the other day. Everything stopped moving and something came out of a blue light. Please don't let them take me again, please." I had never seen Sam that frightened before. He often got angry but never frightened. I pulled him out of the pool and told him to run as I stared at the blue light to see what was to come out of it. Sam was well

not here. "Scarlette.. I need you to-" Matthew stopped when he saw me and my desk. Oh! It's still attach.. Stupid me. I unplugged my USB quickly and ran to- shit! I tripped on the cable. "Unbelievable.." Matthew said and I ran outside.. "Mr. Preffin.. here.. the file name is.. S0004" "S what?" "S Zero Zero Zero Four." I spelled and he nodded. He walked away and my eyes widen. I ran back to my office.

She saved the entry. Then closed the terminal. For good. The sun rose gently over the Geneva skyline, painting Sophie’s windows gold. There were no alarms. No urgent texts. No scandals. Just the crisp, quiet hum of peace. For the first time in years, Sophie didn’t wake up to a headline about herself. She brewed her coffee slowly, barefoot, letting the ground cool her skin. Her phone buzzed once. Rachel. “Check the global civic feed. Something’s happening. Vault 2.0.”

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.

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