Scp 173 Novels & Stories

My throat tightened as I clicked a video file labeled: Prototype 7. The footage flickered to life. Maria sat behind a sleek desk, her expression calm and deliberate. “The subject Scarlett Maria Devereux exhibits strong adaptive instincts, emotional volatility, and high persuasion thresholds. Predicted outcome: ideal candidate for control transfer.” Control transfer. I scrolled to the next document a contract signed under Damien Cole’s name, dated before Maria’s death. Subject assigned: Scarlett M. Devereux. Objective: integrate emotional dependency and ensure asset compliance. I couldn’t breathe.

The doctor hesitated. "Before removal." Romnick's eyes narrowed. "How far?" "Toward your spinal cord." The room went still. Alex took a sample scanner from his case. The shard reacted immediately. A faint blue light pulsed beneath its surface. Then the command center screens activated. Every display showed the same message. SUBJECT R-17: ADAPTATION INCOMPLETE. Romnick gripped the arms of his chair. The shard pulsed again. A second message appeared. RECOVERY REQUIRED. Cinthye drew her weapon.

lift left in the building. "Damian, hold the lobby," Ethan commanded. "Aria, stay close. If the 'Script' tries to 'Re-Index' your heartbeat, we use the 'Zero-Point' scramblers. We don't talk to it. We don't listen to it. We just find the server and we 'De-materialize' the memory."

Something escaped from that tank and killed him. Harper picked up the clipboard from the skeleton's hand. The last entry was scribbled in shaky handwriting: Subject 001 has breached containment. Protocol failed. May God forgive us. - A.S. "Subject 001?" Harper read aloud. A noise came from the darkness at the back of the lab. Scrape. Scrape. Like claws on metal. The three of them went dead silent. They weren't alone. "Louis," Sebastian unholstered his gun, his hand steady despite the shock. "You said the lab was abandoned."

The thumping sounds could be heard as Summer danced carefree. “You have a visitor” Lis announced. “Who is that” Summer asked. “Domnic the doctor, should I let him in” “Yeah let him in” She walked over to the door and ushered him in. “Where is Scar” He asked, looking anxious and worried. “Upstairs” Summer answered, “What's up,you look tensed” She said as she settled on a couch. “Oh here comes the queen” Scar walked down a frown on her face,as she answered a phone call.

"State the completely classified vocal passcode." Hot, incredibly thick tears of absolute defeat streamed continuously down his dirt-caked cheeks. "Ascension... Protocol... Omega... Seven... Nine... Absolute," Aryan choked out pathetically. "Excellent," Kiara whispered lethally. She elegantly picked up the highly advanced biometric retinal scanner. "Now, forcefully open your entirely pathetic, heavily bloodshot eyes."

Caleb looked toward Seraphina. “That’s why the archive says the real Lucien is still here.” The room fell silent. Seraphina stepped closer. “Where is he?” Caleb didn’t answer immediately. Then the archive displayed one final record. SURVIVOR 17 IDENTITY: LUCIEN VIRELLI LOCATION: ARCHIVE LEVEL SEVEN Seraphina stared. The man beside her suddenly grabbed his head. He stumbled backward. “Lucien?” He gasped. Images flashed across his eyes.

Lina: “Mikhail doesn't want you to know the truth.” She pointed toward the floor. Fresh footprints marked the dusty ground. Lina: “He wants you to reach a specific place.” Adam stepped closer. Something small lay on the floor. He picked it up. An old identification card. It read: M. MIKHAILOV And beneath the name: NOVA SECURITY DIVISION Adam turned the card over. There was an address on the back: “Old Station — Landing Site 13.” He raised his head. Adam: “Landing Site 13...”