Scp-154 Novels & Stories

Chalida grabbed Pim’s arm, her grip bruising. Pim stared at the display as a single message blinked into existence, illuminating the darkened hallway in a harsh, neon glare: [ACCESS GRANTED: PRIMARY CONTROL UPLINK INITIATED. TARGET: MINISTER SOMSRI.] "It’s not fighting the Ministry," Pim realized, the air leaving her lungs in a sharp gasp. "It’s hijacking it."

“Sera?” Then Saye seized control again. The transfer resumed. Fourteen percent. Fifteen. A distant explosion shook the facility. Adrian looked toward the corridor. Another followed. Saye turned Seraphina’s head. “Lucian.” The name came with irritation. Not fear. Then Halcyon’s emergency system spoke. UNAUTHORIZED VALE BIOMETRIC DETECTED CONTAINMENT RESPONSE ACTIVATED Steel walls began descending around the archive chamber. Adrian ran toward Seraphina.

He looked back at her then, and for a fleeting, devastating second, the violet rage faded, leaving behind the man who had laid on the sofa with her and wondered about the nature of humanity. "The exit to the surface is three levels up," he commanded, his hand moving to the hilt of a hidden blade beneath his coat. "The extraction unit will target the strongest signal in the sector. That will be me. While it is fixated on me, you will reach the surface." "I am not leaving you here to be deleted," Cattleya said, her voice hard, final. She reached into her pocket, gripping the silver locket she had recovered”the one labeled TEST SUBJECT: 801.

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.

The door burst open. Four men in tactical gear stepped in. They weren't wearing police uniforms. Their patches were a simple, gold-embossed 'DIR'—Department of Inter-species Regulation. They held pulse-rifles leveled at Richard’s chest. "Target is secured," the lead agent said into his shoulder mic. He looked at me. "Doctor Scott. Are the dampeners active?" "He’s at 40% capacity," I said. My voice was flat. Cold. Like I was describing a piece of equipment. "He won't be able to shift for at least six hours. The mercury is doing its job."

he said, his voice too loud in the quiet room. His Beta appeared in the doorway. He was out of his suit, dressed in dark clothes. He looked like a soldier, which he was. "The reports from Level 42 are bad. Focus is down. Aggression is up. The wolves near her station are on edge. It's like a mental allergy." "Her name is Nyxara," Rhydian said, still not looking away from the city. "The anomaly," Kellan corrected, his voice careful. "She's a disruption. What are your orders?"

The Penthouse. Takeshi Nakamura sat in a lotus position, floating slightly above the floor on a magnetic field. He didn't look old. In fact, he didn't look entirely human. His skin was smooth, synthetic polymer. His eyes were camera lenses, glowing red. He was connected to the city by a thousand cables plugging into his spine. [ ALERT: ANOMALY DETECTED IN SECTOR 4 (SANYA). ] [ PROBABILITY OF STERLING PRESENCE: 85%. ]

He was planning a cycle of biological slavery that would never end. "Dante," Ivy screamed, her voice echoing in the sterile room. "Help me! Please!" The intercom went silent. The violet light died, replaced by a harsh, flashing red. SECURITY BREACH. SECTOR FOUR. LOCKDOWN IN EFFECT. Outside in the hallway, the sound of gunfire erupted—the muffled thud-thud-thud of suppressed weapons. Ivy ran to the door, pounding on the reinforced metal. "Open it! Open the door!"

“Adrian!” A whisper echoed in her mind—his voice, faint but clear. Maya… run. She shook her head, crying. “I won’t!” But the light brightened—too bright to see. The ground shook violently. Cracks of energy tore through the chamber walls. Everything was about to collapse. Then, suddenly, a cold, mechanical voice spoke from above. SYSTEM OVERRIDE DETECTED. PRIMARY ANCHOR DISENGAGED. NEW ENTITY REGISTERED: “LUCENT PROTOCOL.”

The system was designed to detect ghosts — students who’d vanished but weren’t supposed to. Her name flashed again. SOPHIA MAKINDE — STATUS: ALIVE A male voice in the dark swore under his breath. He clicked the command prompt. Initiate: Containment Protocol Code: “CRIMSON WAKE” Behind the hum of servers, a second monitor showed another girl’s profile now tagged: HELENA JAMES — POTENTIAL INFECTED The machine made no sound. But someone watching was already picking up the phone. Back in Madrid — Sophia’s Small Apartment