Scp-035 Novels & Stories

His hair was snow-white, his features impossibly sharp, and his eyes—shining through the high-definition display—were a bright, glowing, unnatural violet. "Good evening, city," the man's voice echoed from every street speaker, smooth, cultured, and chillingly familiar. "This is Richard Kelvin. A security breach has occurred tonight at one of my corporate residential sectors. A dangerous fugitive and his accomplice have stolen high-value asset blueprints." The screen shifted. Vivian’s breath hitched in her throat, a cold spike of absolute horror piercing her chest. Displayed in massive, crystal-clear definition across every screen in the entire city were two high-resolution facial scans.

I smiled. "Adrian, I think we're getting close." He looked at the horizon. "Close to what?" "Close to the truth." --- We reached the facility on the fifteenth day. It was massive. Imposing. Guarded by monsters. And in the center, a figure. A woman. Tall. Pale. Cold. She turned as we entered. "Scarlett Vale. I've been expecting you." I stared at her. "Who are you?" "My name is Dr. Elena Vasquez. I was the one who sent the signal."

“They weren’t entirely wrong.” Before anyone could respond, the mansion lights flickered. Once. Twice. Then every screen in the house came to life at the same time. Televisions. Tablets. Security monitors. Even the laptop. Every display showed the same image. A black background. A silver wolf. Then a distorted voice echoed through the mansion. “Return Subject Three… or the Devereaux girl dies first.” Elena felt the blood drain from her face. Subject Three. She slowly turned toward Daniel.

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.

" I agreed.We were already moving toward the door when my phone went.Not Adrian's this time. Mine. A number I didn't recognise.I answered."Captain Scar." A man's voice. Unfamiliar. Carrying the specific quality of someone who was frightened and trying not to sound it."Who is this?" I asked."My name is Brent." He said. "Soal. I think you know who I am."I stopped walking."Yes." I said carefully. "I know who you are.""I know what Elora has been building." He said. "I know where the tertiary facility is." His voice dropped. "And I know that she's going to come for me the moment she realises Edgar let me go." A pause. "I want to make a deal."I looked at Adrian.He was already looking at me."Tell m

Containment. --- Lucas opened the second drive. Files filled the screen. Old. Encrypted. Partially corrupted. But readable. One document appeared at the top. ARK / PHASE ZERO Below it: OBJECTIVE: MODEL CROSS-SYSTEM RECOGNITION WITHOUT CENTRAL COMMAND. Lucas stared at the sentence. “That's it.” I read the next line. PRIMARY CONSTRAINT: HUMAN OBSERVERS MUST REMAIN OUTSIDE THE MODEL. I felt my stomach drop. “Outside.” Lucas nodded.

They were fast—unnaturally fast. “Signal sent,” Nomo whispered as the tablet chimed. He looked up just as the first creature lunged from the shadows, its jaw unhinging to reveal rows of needle-like silver teeth. He raised his sword, the silver blade humming with his own desperate energy. “Sofia... I hope you’re watching.” (SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) “The signal is coming from the basement levels of Warehouse 14,” Phuwin said, his fingers flying across the keys. “I’m trying to override their security, but someone is counter-coding me in real-time. It’s Klaus. He’s been waiting for us to trip this wire.”

Status: Active. Subject B (The Mind): Olivia [Redacted]. Status: Active. Subject C (The Shadow): [DATA CORRUPTED]. Status: ESCAPED. "Subject C?" Jack whispered. "There was a third one?" Catherine looked at the screen, her face pale. "Escaped? When?" The log scrolled to the bottom. Location of Subject C: Unknown. Warning: Subject C carries the instability marker. Do not engage. Jack tried to stand up, but his legs failed him. The victory of restarting the power felt hollow. They had just turned the lights on, only to reveal that there was another monster in the room with them. Or rather, out there in the dark.

With just one glance, she recognized the three beastmen. Everyone else also noticed them and showed signs of wariness. However, before the three could get close, the coffin suddenly erupted with a loud shout. "Help! Mother, save me quickly! I can't breathe!" Everyone fell silent for a moment, then began screaming in unison, "The corpse is moving!" Knowing the truth, Mother's face turned pale instantly. She lunged forward and threw open the coffin lid. Victoria, wearing funeral clothes and looking disheveled, crawled out in embarrassment.

His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, neither of us moves. The voice on the other end of the line speaks. "Ken, are you okay?" Ken, short for Kendrick? My hands turn clammy. My head spins. He doesn't break eye contact. After what feels like forever, he responds. "Yes, I am. Call me when you get back." He ends the call. I collapse onto the floor, my veil slipping loose around my neck. Kendrick. The scar. The wheelchair. Kendrick Harrold is alive.