Scp-040 Novels & Stories

A deep, distorted voice, completely different from Evelyn's or Victor's, spoke softly through the speaker into the silent room: "Sarah Reed has been relocated to the master facility, Subject Zero," the voice said calmly. "If you wish to see your mother alive again, bring the red vial to Pier 42 before sunrise. And come alone." The speaker went dead. Noah stood frozen in the middle of the quiet hospital room, holding the cold red vial in his trembling hand, looking down at his mother's empty, unmade bed.

He just hadn't let himself say it yet. "Confirmed it," Tucker said, tone clipped, sliding the papers across the wood. "Fourth name. Documented disappearance, classification scrubbed same as the others, no transfer paperwork on file anywhere in the system." He tapped the top sheet twice, hard enough to make the point without saying it. "Same week your new fish came through intake."

"Don't attack. Just... find them." As they closed their eyes, the room seemed to bend. Shadows stretched, and for a fleeting second, I saw a ghostly image projected onto the glass wall: a man in a white lab coat, sitting in a dark basement, hunched over a bank of monitors. He was typing a command labeled Extraction Protocol: 0400. My blood turned to ice. They weren't waiting for the morning. They were planning to move in four hours.

The voice”her own voice, yet stripped of all warmth”had drifted from the darkness, but the source remained hidden behind the wall of canisters. She moved the light forward. In the canister nearest to her, a young woman slept”or was suspended”in a clear, viscous fluid. Her features were identical to Cattleya’s, down to the small, crescent-shaped birthmark on the left collarbone. The tag bolted to the base of the glass read: Subject: 402 - Termination Protocol: Failed. "I’m not¦ I’m not a copy," Cattleya whispered, her voice cracking. The sound was swallowed by the vast, oppressive silence of the vault.

that was deleting the universe. The Call of the Others "Elara... I’m picking up a transmission," Julian’s voice flickered into her mind, sharper than ever. "It’s not coming from the Ring. It’s coming from the other Shells." A holographic display bloomed in the center of the Spire. Dozens of icons flickered to life. Shell 402-Beta (The Scorched): High-heat signatures, feline-predator silhouettes. Shell 99-Zeta (The Abyssal): Aquatic shifters, bioluminescent energy grids.

I moved toward the nearest compartment. The panel opened immediately when I touched it. Inside rested a stack of thin folders. Real paper. Not digital storage. Paper. The sight felt strangely shocking. Everything inside Sublevel Zero revolved around technology. This did not. I removed the first folder carefully. The cover contained no name. Only a designation. SUBJECT 04. My pulse quickened. I opened it. Most pages had deteriorated. Others were partially erased. Yet enough remained to read. Psychological evaluations. Behavioral observations.

CHAPTER 49 *WARNING – THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER HAVE SOME VIOLENT AND SENSITIVE CONTENT AND IS NOT SUITABLE FOR SENSITIVE, AND UNDER THE AGE OF 18 YEARS READERS. READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED GABRIEL Alex, Neo, and I split up as we reached the house. We went hunting for our targets whose uniforms we could take. When I caught sight of mine, I moved in silence and only when I stood close behind him did I speak in a whispered voice, “Hello there, your shift ends now, time for you to take a nap” I put my hands around his neck and pressed the pressure points till he was unconscious. I quickly stripped him of his uniform and put it on. I dragged his limp body and placed him out of sight. Our men were

I crouched at the first stair, studying the symbols carved along the edges. Interlocking circles. Stars. Four marks placed evenly around a central point. My wolf stirred. "Home." I frowned. "Huh?" “This isn’t a temple of the Hollow Mother.” I said quietly. “No,” Calder answered from behind me. “It was likely taken.” “But why?” “She wanted to be worshipped.” Jaxon said simply. That tracked disturbingly well. He had a point. Simple truths most of the times were the correct ones. I leaned closer. The cut in my palm had slowed but not fully closed. One sharp sting later, a fresh bead of blood welled at the edge of the wound. Before I could wipe it away a single drop fell and struck the first sta

“Where are you?” “On the stairs!” I pushed the heavy door open with more effort than necessary. “Xavier, she’s not just fighting. She’s… calling something. And that something is not from this world. And whatever she is doing… this place is going to collapse on our heads.” “Get out of the building.” His voice was no longer calm. It was command. Raw Alpha. I took the steps two at a time, heart pounding as the air grew colder with every floor I descended.

Emily was doomed. She was aware of the fact with a quiet acceptance, and surprisingly enough, it left her with no fear. The man who'd grabbed her when she managed to get into the room with Amber was named Brian. He was the one she'd followed here, to her place of doom.