Scp-090 Novels & Stories

My legs felt like lead, so heavy I could barely move them without my knees buckling. “What have you done?!” I yelled. Henri snickered. “Whatever you are will be over today. Then we will chain you and bury you militia style for our Unit Nine.” Unit Nine. My eyes widened as memories flashed through my mind. Level Nine, the hidden facility, the experiments…. “Captain?” I whispered. Captain Reev answered from the phone. “You’ve got something there, Henri. Keep him calm.” I forced a weak laugh even though my body was shutting down. “Where did you get the tranq from, Captain? Tell me.”

I had bought a very specific piece of intelligence from a corrupt Council Clerk before the storm hit. "There is no need to draw your weapons, Officer," I said, my voice smooth, cold, and entirely level. I didn't step back. Instead, I leaned slightly forward, locking my eyes onto the lead guard’s identification badge. Commander Zack. "The machine didn't fail," I whispered, keeping my tone low enough that only a werewolf’s enhanced hearing could catch it over the wind. "The identity bound to Mask 99 is under an absolute proxy seal by the Northern High Vault. If you force a hard reset on that console, the biometric lock will flag this entire sector as a security breach. And I don't think your c

After remembering for the eighth time that I am the real heiress to the wealthy Fletcher family, my brothers are about to hypnotize me again for the ninth time. My three older brothers, Dustin, Dominic, and Derek Fletcher, make me draw lots to decide the role that I'm going to have to assume after I'm hypnotized. The three lots are labeled "fake heiress", "the maid's daughter", and "the impoverished student the family is sponsoring". "Draw one." I don't move a muscle. Dustin's face turns grim first. "If you still want to continue living in the Fletcher household, Autumn, then stop trying to steal Daphne's identity away from her!" Dominic frowns and says impatiently, "Can't you be more

Her smooth, rounded body relaxed into me with no opposition. "This ends tonight," I said. And for an instant, I did. *** Meanwhile… Emmaline Shaw – Private Server Room, Underground Facility The emergency messages streamed across her screens in waves of cascading red. ALERT: UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS DETECTED PROTOCOL FAILURE - CODE X900 ASSET TRACE: INITIATED She looked at the cascade of information streaming in—Eric's scan had touched off an irreversible chain reaction. "Shut it down!" she exclaimed. "But ma'am—"

Confident. Leonard didn’t lower the gun. "You have five seconds to tell me who you are before I splatter your brains on the marble." She slowly unzipped the front of her jacket and pulled out a sleek ID card. She tossed it toward him. It skidded to a halt near his feet. Leonard kept his gun trained on her as he knelt to pick it up. He read it. CAMILA ROTH. INTERNAL INTELLIGENCE. SECTION 9.

They were past that. This wasn’t a debate. It was a countdown. Inside the Geneva vault, the girl opened a folder labeled: SUBJECT 09 – DEV NOTES – G.HART PERSONAL It wasn’t technical. It was a journal. Gabriel’s voice in typed form. Cold. Distant. Obsessive. “The others lacked polish. Ava had strength but not obedience. Rowen had will but no balance. Subject 09 is different. She does not rebel. She adapts. She is not Ava’s rival.

A woman stepped out. Tall. Dark coat. Gloves. Sharp eyes behind thin glasses. No uniform. No badge. But everyone felt authority radiating from her. Lena’s heart stuttered. Alexander’s jaw clenched. Elias stiffened. Jay flinched. Z-04’s lights flickered. “Recognized. Affiliated with Kass Laboratories. Designation: Internal Control Operative.” The woman adjusted her glasses calmly as she took them all in. Her gaze stopped on Z-03.

Then the light turned green, and the door slid open with a hiss. Inside was a small, sterile room filled with monitors still humming faintly on backup power. A single terminal blinked with an open message. WELCOME BACK, SUBJECT E-01. Isabella’s breath caught. “It recognizes me…” She approached the terminal and hesitated before typing: ACCESS FILES. The screen responded: AUTHORIZED. DISPLAYING PERSONAL RECORD. Alexander came closer. Together they read: > SUBJECT: ECHELON-01 Genetic model optimized for memory transfer and adaptive cognition. Host origin: Classified.

They were protectors of each other, with Lola taking the role of the elder sister for both of them. It was them against the whole world. But then things had took a drastic turn. At the age of 10, Seraphina, was asked to come to the punishment room, to which she did but the next thing she saw had made her freeze in her steps, sucking all the air and blood out of her system. There, on the wall, were the girls tied with a boy beside them---Valerie, Lola and him, bathed in their own blood. "S-Sera--" Valerie muttered out in agony, only to be whipped roughly on her front. "Don't utter her name. She is Code 009 for you," Retainer hissed from beside her and brought the whip towards her body again.

I stopped in front of the first one. A girl. No older than ten. My eyes. But softer. Unaware. Unbroken. Lucien whispered, “Can they be saved?” “I don’t know.” “Will they be like you?” “No,” I said. “They’ll be better.” We found the control room buried deep below. Monitors blinked. Life signs stable. Neural connections active. And in the center—an AI construct shaped like a woman. My mother’s voice. The Architect. “If you’re seeing this, IV-9, then you made the wrong choice.”