Scp-090 Novels & Stories

Charles was still stubbornly trapped in his delusions, and he screamed, "Just wait a little more! I have to be right, my superpower lets me see the future!" Having lost her trust in him, Iris shook her hand out of his grip and ran straight out the door. However, the weather outside had already become -94°F, and there was no more electricity and water, much less any transportation, so she had no choice but to return to the Dennings. Sipping another warm cup of milk tea, I activated my generator. Because of the weather, the surveillance footage was cut out more often than not, but I could tell what was going on at their place through the comments in real time.

Colton had given him the file—encrypted logs of off-grid sites funded quietly by Echo. The compound was nestled beneath camouflage netting, indistinguishable from the forest around it. Julian broke in through a side access panel with tools forged from memory and years of espionage. Inside, he found labs long since powered down—but not forgotten. Stasis chambers lined the walls, each labeled with names, genetic codes, and the prefix "H-X." Helix subjects. Some chambers were broken. Others were still… occupied. He snapped photos, sent encrypted messages back to Colton and Savannah, and then froze at one file in particular. MIRA: H-X-009. Status: Active. Escaped. Unknown.

Something escaped from that tank and killed him. Harper picked up the clipboard from the skeleton's hand. The last entry was scribbled in shaky handwriting: Subject 001 has breached containment. Protocol failed. May God forgive us. - A.S. "Subject 001?" Harper read aloud. A noise came from the darkness at the back of the lab. Scrape. Scrape. Like claws on metal. The three of them went dead silent. They weren't alone. "Louis," Sebastian unholstered his gun, his hand steady despite the shock. "You said the lab was abandoned."

His eyes were rolled back in his head, and he was chanting a sequence of numbers in a language I didn't recognize. ​"What is he doing?" I whispered, my heart hammering. ​"He's not chanting," Dr. Hestia said, emerging from the shadows with a look of pure horror. "He's receiving. Someone has bypassed your scramble, Nora. Someone is uploading a new protocol directly into their neural links." ​On the wall, the numbers Leo was reciting began to appear in blood-red text. ​PROTOCOL: KRONOS. TARGET: 0-1.

he bowed and left. I fixed the ear pod, colour drained from my face immediately the screen lit up, A whimpering Cassie was tied to a chair, blindfolded, with a gun pointing directly at her forehead. “Scroll up doll” a cold voice spoke from the pods, my heart sank deeper into my chest, tears poked my eyes. I pushed it back, with a swipe I scrolled, my heart began racing widely, it was the matron, a red dot was pointed straight at her forehead, a sniper.

Its rose symbol glowed softly in her palm. The core pulsed violently. A holographic figure materialized in front of her, a younger woman, beautiful and cold, eerily familiar. Not Evelyn. Not her mother. One of the founders. The first architect. The woman’s voice was smooth as glass. “Subject G01 identified.” Scarlett’s heart slammed against her ribs. The hologram smiled. “Welcome home.” No. She slammed the pendant into the slot. The lab screamed. Light detonated. Every screen shattered into blinding white static.

No command. No demand that she calm down. Just: What do you need? Elena looked at him for a second too long. Then she turned away first. “I need to know who E-09 is.” Luca exhaled quietly, grateful for a direction. “I’ve been cross-referencing the archive tags with the St. Gabriel donor records. E-09’s file was hidden under a rehabilitation identity.” He tapped the screen. “The problem is that the personal data was scrubbed. No name, no age, no current address.”

His grip was firm, steady, and entirely grounding, trying to pull me back from the dark edge of my rising fury. “Kael,” Lucien murmured low in his chest. “Read the log from twenty years ago, Julian,” I said, my silver-ringed eyes fixed on the terminal screen mounted beside the tank. Julian stepped up to the panel, plugging his bypass tool into the ancient interface. The blue screen flickered to life, displaying a handwritten medical log signed by a rogue High Conservatory geneticist named Dr. Aris. “Subject 109 has achieved full cellular stabilization,” Julian read aloud, his rough voice tight. “The Pure Omega strain has successfully bonded with the host marrow. Inquisitor Vane has ordered i

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.

Even Draven’s smile vanished. The old woman walked toward us, slow and careful. Tears filled her eyes. I stepped back. “W-What’s wrong?” She didn’t answer. When she was only a few feet away, she dropped to her knees. I froze. “W-What are you doing?” Her forehead nearly touched the stone. The courtyard went dead silent. I looked at Kai. His jaw was clenched. At Draven. For the first time, he wasn’t smiling. The old woman lifted her head. Her lips trembled as she whispered, “The Bride of the Ninth Life has returned.”