Scp 099 Novels & Stories

"Failure is not an option." I swallowed hard. "I understand." The look of Daniel fell and then came back to my face. Marcus was pointing to the middle of the room. "Strip." My breath caught. I stood still and the order sank into my ears and paralyzed me. This was it. There was no turning back now.

Soon, everyone knew that a woman named Esther Wilder was about to marry Leon. ... Tristan saw the video of Leon proposing to Esther. It was the middle of the night. The house without Esther seemed empty and lifeless. He couldn't fall asleep. The truth was, it had been a long time since he'd had a good night's rest. That night, as he scrolled through his phone, he saw the whole internet buzzing over a proposal video. The moment he clicked on it, his blood ran cold. The thumbnail was Esther's radiant smile. It had been so long since he last saw her smile like that.

Scar locked the door turning to Cindy who was a crying mess on the floor,her dress rumpled,tears ruining her face,which is now streaked with mascara. “Let me go this minute” She ordered her voice shaking. “Yes I will,it's all in your hands,let's try this” Scar said softly, turning on the tap she watched the bathtub fill up slowly. She grabbed Cindy by the hair again, pushing her head in the water. Cindy thrashed uselessly,it was fruitless Scar's grip was firm. “Let's play a game,rules very simple,I ask you a question,you tell me the truth I let you go,if you don't you learn to breathe under water”

This place is pretty much an SCP Ikea, there's no end tomorrow unless I want there to be and if someone goes too far they can get stuck in another dimension. Jourton: (Jourton having seen a portal open in the closet he walks into it only to find himself standing on a cliff that appears to be overlooking some sort of military camp. Their emblem a Trident with the symbol of Ophiuchus spiraling down the shaft) Rokalees! I have to run! (Starting to turn around Jourton come face to face with the barrel of a laser pistol) Boomstick! Always a boomstick! [End Scene]

The next morning, the second I opened my front door, he was still standing in the same spot, completely unmoved. "Can I help you?" I asked, my voice flat. Alessio's Adam's apple bobbed. He took one step forward and then caught himself, stopping like he was afraid of startling me. His hands hung at his sides, visibly shaking. "Chiara… I finally found you," he rasped. "I've been searching for a long time. I had people looking everywhere until I finally tracked you down here—"

Natalina's POV I went to the hospital the next day. Ignoring the doctor, Giannino Porcu's polite pleasantries, I went straight to the point and announced, "I want an abortion. Please schedule the surgery for me." Giannino froze. "But the baby is very healthy this time. You've spent so long trying to have a baby. Wasn't your goal just to have a child of your own?" Hearing Giannino's words, I couldn't help placing a hand over my stomach.

Sleek, dark, winged with red scanner lights that cut through the mist like eyes. Romeo cursed under his breath. "They found us faster than i thought". Jessica's breath trembled. "How?" Romeo glanced back at her. "Because Helix never stops watching". The lead drone spoke in a metalic snarl: "IDENTIFIED: SUBJECTS 06 AND 09. RECAPTURE PROTOCOL ENGAGED". Jessica froze. Aurora started to cry softly. Romeo stepped in front of them both. "Over my dead body".

I gave a soft, bitter laugh and slowly slipped our documents back into my pocket. “This makes ninety-nine.” “What?” “This is the ninety-ninth time we’ve tried to get our marriage registered.” I turned toward the subway entrance. “And the ninety-ninth time you’ve left me hanging because of him.” I heard her heels stop on the pavement, then suddenly start running after me. “The first time, you bailed on our trip because he was on the night shift and scared of the dark. You took a red-eye flight just to be with him. “The second time, we were practically at the door of the courthouse. You heard he fainted from overwork and left me standing in the snow alone for an entire day.”

It was weathered, the edges curled, but a single mark made my chest tighten. A red circle drawn over a jagged valley. The place I had been found. I recognized it instantly, even if I didn’t know how. There, in smudged lettering: Dead Wolf’s Drop. And just next to it, etched in lighter ink, barely visible, was something stranger. A boundary. A shimmering arc sketched faintly, labeled simply: Forcefield Rupture, Apollo pack. I traced it with my thumb, a sharp memory flickering in my mind.

--- Extraction – 0355 hours Sophia met Rafael at the emergency exit as the facility’s alarms blared. “You okay?” she shouted. “Better now,” he said, clutching the drive. “We have what we need. It’s over.” They ran as the mountain rumbled behind them. Snow fell from trees. Flames erupted from hidden vents. Explosions tore through the domes. Sanctum 9 collapsed. Rafael and Sophia, bloodied and breathless, stood on the cliffside as the last of Lazarus died in fire. She turned to him, tears streaking her soot-covered cheeks. “You came back.”