Scp 070 Novels & Stories

When I woke up, I stretched lazily before the comments appeared in my vision again: [Whoa, talk about bloody! There's nothing scarier than human nature in the apocalypse!] [Yeah, it really magnifies the darkness of humanity…] [To think he could even do that to his own parents… what an animal!] [What a selfish scum! He could do anything for a mouthful of food!] I turned on the surveillance and saw Charles and his parents fighting each other, bloodied and bruised, all over a single pack of instant noodles. "You old hag! Why are you fighting me for this food when you've got cancer?"

Protocol 7 is reaching its Apex. DeWitt smiled—a cold, thin expression devoid of warmth. The Proxy has arrived. Her emotional compromise had made her predictable. She was walking directly into his execution chamber. He adjusted his plan: secure the Key, neutralize the Asset, and wait patiently for Proxy-917 to break quarantine and present herself for capture.

Ariana Vale. Mason Hale. The image glitched. And over it, text began to type itself across the screen. SUBJECT A: SUCCESSFUL INTEGRATION. SUBJECT B: DORMANT PROTOCOL ACTIVE. Ariana’s heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears. “What does that mean?” she asked. No one answered. The video shifted again. This time it wasn’t a hospital. It was concrete. Steel walls. A circular chamber underground. Facility Seven.

I snatched it from him and tore the seal off. The number ‘seven’ was drawn with a pencil. A small hand written note below it. “Don't forget the deal. No harm should be done to anyone,” I squeezed the paper and tossed it. Seven seemed too far away though it was about three hours away. “Tell the wolves to be ready. We match at my command,” ********* PENELOPE'S POV

He hit the mat hard, his vision swimming with grey spots. "Get up. You’re a Sun-Omega. Act like it." "F**k your titles," Samuel wheezed, rolling onto his side. He pushed himself up, his muscles screaming. The lab files from the night before were still burned into his brain. Subject 07. A manufactured miracle. "I’m a lab rat in a silk robe, Nathan. We both know it."

The rogue clone jumped into the driver’s seat, tires screaming as she tore out of the blackened circle of the bungalow. As they hurtled through the rain-slicked streets of the city, the clone reached into her vest and pulled out a small, encrypted tablet. She tossed it into Maya’s lap. "My name is Seven," the clone said. "Or at least, that’s what’s etched into my bone marrow. There were twelve of us in the Delta batch. I’m the only one left who hasn't had a total neural reset."

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

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I smirked while looking at it. Ha, SSA is really scary. Who'd have guessed they'd have these treasures in here? I believe they are unaware, but I am aware of their existence, and I will do my best to make them mine. I shouldn’t waste this opportunity and I must take them on my side. SSA don’t value them, but I know their worth.