Scp-109 Novelas e Histórias

Vic answered the system. "Sure! Vic!!" "Okay. I'm Sternly Vic." "Just who am I and who the hell are you!"

It was chained to the rock with massive, glowing runes—Taoist binding spells that had been corrupted by time. "Subject 004-Delta," Caleb’s voice shifted slightly, the analytical tone of the AI blending seamlessly with his own observations. "Designation: The Cinder-Husk. Status: Dormant. Threat Level: Extreme." "It's not just dormant," Scarlett whispered, pulling out her jade brush. "It's suffering. Look at the chains. They aren't holding it; they're feeding on it. This thing is a living battery." "Then we put it out of its misery," Caleb said. He didn't transform into his wolf form. Instead, he simply took off his jacket, revealing the intricate, silver tattoos that now covered his arms—the

*Test subjects. Aleksandr stepped forward, studying the nearest chamber. The label read: SUBJECT 017 – STATUS: ACTIVE Suddenly, the figure’s eyes snapped open. A sharp alarm blared through the lab. Elena’s heart pounded. “We need to move, now.” Hydra’s Trap Above ground, Dante and Luca had infiltrated the facility’s control center. Screens flickered with security feeds—guards mobilizing, alarms flashing red. Luca swore. “They knew we were coming.”

Her mother's expression was tense, frightened. Scarlett… if you find this room, then everything has already gone wrong. Tears instantly filled Scarlett's eyes. Her mother's voice continued. This is the true heart of the Synchrony Project. Dominic's jaw tightened. Scarlett stepped closer to the screen. Her mother looked directly into the camera. And this is where they kept the first pair. Scarlett frowned. First pair? Then the screen shifted. A file opened automatically. Two names appeared. SUBJECT ONE : EVELYN KINGSLEY*/

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.

The scent of antiseptic burned my nose. A hospital. I turned and froze. A glass window stretched before me, wide and gleaming. Beyond it— A chair. Restraints. Monitors. Tubes. And me. Strapped to the chair. Pale. Still. A line of stitches running across my scalp. I stepped closer, horror flooding my chest. “What is this?” I whispered. The glass flickered, flashing words in red: "Project Confessor: Subject 01 — Giovanni Moretti" Date: 2002.

Names began to scroll. Personality Templates: • MIA – Conflict Mediator • REX – Executive Strategist • LENA – Emotional Core Support • GRAY – Security Compliance Elias stiffened. “GRAY?” Charlotte zoomed in. A Ward-series clone. Active. Suddenly, Shade’s voice hit the channel. Urgent. “We have movement. You’ve got heat signatures shifting back to corridor C-9. Someone’s staying behind.” Elias froze. “Who?” “Looks like an admin override user.”

He looked up at us, then stood up quickly and backed away, I contemplated him a little, he was only wearing short pants, while the muscles of his body were drawn in a perfect way with the jaw of his sculpted face, which added a cruel and masculine character to his features. "Be careful of him...just sit back and continue to record your notes on him. If something happens, call me immediately," he said. I nodded to him and left the room leaving me alone. I brushed my hair out of my face while I was looking at a report in which he wrote notes on Case 109: A mentally ill and out of his mind, selected for some experiments.

them from the timeline. "The Nursery," Silas whispered, his obsidian hand reaching out to touch the translucent mailbox of a house labeled *The Miller Residence*. As his fingers made contact, a digital readout flickered across the mailbox: **[SUBJECT 4,992,101 - STATUS: DORMANT - LICENSE: ORIGINAL]**. "They're all here," Sarah's voice echoed through the air—not as a sound, but as a broadcast. "Every single person who ever lived on the real Earth. They're waiting for the 'Format' command, Elara."

What did that even mean? “I have no idea what you're getting at,”she said to the young girl.”What are you speaking of?” “She has lived in the shadows for a long time,watching and waiting for you.” “You’re not making any sense,”Beth replied,agitation rising in her voice. “Have you not felt her Beth?Here in your home?She watches you,growing stronger every day,she wants your life and she will end it when she’s ready.” Now Beth was getting mad.Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying?