Scp-163 Novels & Stories

His jaw was split wide open, the silver data-ports beneath his zinc teeth spitting a thin stream of blue lubricant as his three-layered blue quartz lens spun wildly inside its socket, trying to lock its tracking solution through the dense, white sulfur smoke. "Target identified as variant #3," the enforcer's chest-mounted speaker grille rattled, his voice carrying that flat, synthetic Lagos-grit cadence that made my teeth grind. "Initialize terminal containment. The High Queen has authorized total extraction of the baseline marrow. The structural integrity of the male asset is irrelevant." "Try extracting this, you corporate bastard," I hissed.

No orders — just motion. “Where did you find that tag?” Evelyn asked. Rhea sat beside her, the firelight flickering across her scarred cheek. “I didn’t,” she said. “You did. That’s why we came.” Evelyn frowned. “What are you talking about?” “You screamed. Three days ago, from somewhere near Hollowmere. Like your bones remembered something your mind doesn’t. That kind of scream carries.” She looked over at Evelyn, steady and unblinking. “We’ve been tracking the ones they called ‘control-class.’ You were E-113. S-019 was the one they couldn’t contain.”

She didn’t flinch—just spoke flatly. “Samuel. Don’t hover.” “Not hovering,” he muttered, spinning a screwdriver between his fingers. “Just... observing the sorceress at work.” Miriam rolled her eyes, pushing up her glasses. “You’re making the air tense.” He smirked faintly but stayed anyway. She found the file she was looking for. Timestamp: 9:47 p.m. Hallway 6A. Right at the entrance to House Six’s dorms. She slowed the footage. The grainy black-and-white flickered across her screen. David Huntsman, Adonis, and several of their lackeys moved with military-like coordination—silent, focused.

{For the past 28 days, Francine has been communicating with a man named Jayrus Trocio a.k.a. Julius Tenorio a.k.a. Susan Landicho. Jayrus Trocio is a 34-year-old psychotherapist who also dabbles in photography. But through my Internet sleuthing, I’ve discovered that Jayrus Trocio is in fact the notorious “Boogeyman” that is wanted by the police. He’s an elusive kidnapper and sex-trafficker.}