Scp-109 Novels & Stories

Just snow and shadows and silence. Perfect for ghosts. Luca started setting perimeter charges. Nico handled comms and power. Matteo dragged a table into the main room and dropped the drive on it. “You sure about this?” he asked me. “No,” I said. “But it’s time.” We sat together as the drive powered on, screen flickering blue. A countdown appeared: 47:56:21 And then beneath it, in blood-red letters: SUBJECT 01 – PROTOTYPE RESONANCE EVENT TRIGGERED

Damien turned to Elara. “They became ghosts.” Splice zoomed in on one particular file: Subject Echo-9. A redacted profile appeared—gender listed as female, age unknown, location: Garden Metro. But what froze the room was the image embedded in the file. A child’s drawing. Crude. Childlike. But undeniably powerful. A small girl holding hands with a woman in a white lab coat—presumably her mother. The girl had a red scarf around her neck, and a name written in crooked handwriting on the bottom of the drawing:

At least that's what I was told. I was only supposed to sneak in, and take a picture of a few notes from the Encyclopedia of Medical Imaging Keisha had stumbled upon while cleaning the library. She didn't want to sneak it out, so she dressed me in her uniform, handed me cleaning supplies, and sent me in. If there's only one door, how did someone end up on the other side of the shelf? "I saw you moving minutes ago, and suddenly, you're a statue?" the voice says again. "You'll have to move eventually when security gets here."

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.

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.”

He looked like a boy hiding in a library. "Chapter 3," Lyra whispered to herself as she stepped out into the amber hallway. She reached up and tapped her collar. "Status report. Subject 0 experienced a Grade 4 neural collapse. The Leo fragment is fully conscious but repressed. Initiate 'Soothing Frequency' in the penthouse speakers. We need him functional for tomorrow." Acknowledged, the interface pulsed. Adjusting environmental anchors. Lyra, your own heart rate is 125. You are compromised.

The floor opened beneath our feet. “Seraphina!” Lucien grabbed my waist and pulled me backward just as a section of concrete collapsed into darkness. A deafening roar rose from beneath the estate. Then the lights came back on. Every screen flashed red. FINAL PROTOCOL INITIATED. SUBJECT 001 — FULL AWAKENING SUBJECT 000 — LOCATED SUBJECT 002 — LOYALTY TEST REQUIRED I stared at the last line. “Loyalty test?”

The machine suddenly scanned her palm again. IDENTITY CONFIRMED. Then another line appeared. SUBJECT: EVE-01. Celeste's blood ran cold. “No.” Marcus looked at the screen. His face changed. “Eve-01…” Lucien's expression hardened. “What does that mean?” Marcus slowly shook his head. “I don't know.” “You're lying.” “I swear I don't.” A violent metallic sound echoed through the corridor. CLANG. The glass room containing Celeste's father began to change. The walls surrounding him became transparent, revealing dozens of tubes and mechanical arms hidden inside the structure.

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

Both hands were agile tinkering with the iPad. "Done!" He said with a grin. It seems that David has been hacking the CCTV in the mansion since earlier, losing the few seconds right when he walked out of the reading room to Sisca's bedroom. Sisca looked at David questioningly. "You better get out of my bedroom now, Mr. That annoying Dave. " Sisca grumbled again. Pushing David's broad chest out of her bedroom.