Scp-229 Novels & Stories

Mandy had a good routine down with the kids and stayed with them singing softly until they fell asleep. Once they had both drifted off she walked down stairs to watch some television and enjoy her evening until the boys parents returned. Mandy had just sat down and turned on the set and was flipping through channels when she heard a quiet hello behind her. Mandy jumped up and spun around and almost fainted in shock when she saw the strange man standing there. She started trembling and had to clamp her mouth shut to stop the scream that she was holding back from tearing out of her. So many things were running through her mind at this time. The young boys upstairs sleeping, her boyfriend, her

I opened the next document, another fragment, this one tagged Incident Report, RDM-47B. It contained only a few sentences: “During containment, subject displayed uncontrollable electromagnetic discharge. Room temperature dropped by 15 degrees within seconds. When conscious, subject described recurring visions of a burning field and a girl made of gold. Council observer recommends continued sedation until resonance levels stabilise.” I felt the blood drain from my face. The “burning field,” the “girl made of gold.” Rain. That was Rain. I exhaled slowly, steadying myself. The laptop hummed quietly, a low electronic heartbeat in the silence.

I feel like I will never escape from the cage I spent so many years of my childhood in. The dream of my first time in the laboratory haunts my mind, a constant reminder that I am the Dark Alpha’s pet, Experiment 399. I subconsciously ran my fingers down the back of my leg, feeling the permanent engraved scar of 399, and then felt the scar over my lower abdomen. Closing my eyes, I let out a whimpered sigh. The buzzing of my phone breaks into my thoughts and I see its Benji calling. I swipe it open, and press the speaker before resting it on top of the small stool I keep near the side of the tub. “Hello?”

"Don't. Just run. Take the sled in the back. Tessa knows the way." "I'm done running from men in suits," I said. I reached for the collar. My fingertips brushed the cold metal, and a surge of static electricity threw me back against the stone hearth. The room spun. My stomach cramped with a sharp, warning pain that made me cry out. Not now, I pleaded with the life inside me. Just five more minutes. "Target 802 pulse erratic," the speakers hissed. "Extraction protocol: Alpha. Execute." The silver blade hovering over Tessa’s throat dropped.

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

"On the previous watch, your vocal cords released the names of Rickey Owen and Janet Lawrence; however, my intelligence units found zero matching records in the Dominion ledgers. Provide the missing network markers so my scouts can narrow the parameters." The second my voice hit the space, the old woman's pupils shrank with intense, paranoid vigilance. She dragged Chika deeper into her personal space, her claws digging into his uniform as she shielded his frame with her own body. A wave of raw terror rolled off her skin, her beast misidentifying my chair as a extraction unit designed to tear Chika from her sector. Chika winced, his muscles locking under the sheer force of her grip.

Her teeth sank into the side of his already bleeding throat. Skin broke. The taste of iron filled her mouth. "Mad dog." Her breath brushed against his skin. Mocking. "You bite even when I'm settling accounts with a corpse?" The hand at her waist tightened instantly. Harder. The shoulder strap of her dress slipped free. Dark-gold energy surged through the elevator. The magnetic field trembled. Panels flickered. The confined space seemed unable to contain him much longer. 【SYSTEM WARNING: SSS-CLASS FOUNDATION PROTOCOL HAS BEEN OVERRIDDEN BY AN EXTERNAL AUTHORITY.】

Like he already knew. Then Adrian’s mother continued softly. “The project wasn’t trying to create enhanced subjects.” Silence followed. “It was trying to create perfect ones.” No one moved. No one breathed. Then Elliot slowly turned the tablet around. Security footage. Multiple camera feeds. Hallways. Laboratories. Containment sectors. And walking through every corridor, were people. Human looking. But wrong. Their movements were too synchronized. Too perfect. Too identical. Like copies. Like puppets. Like nightmares. Amara felt cold all over.

“But once you start, there’s no reversing it.” Mom laughed softly under her breath. Broken “There hasn’t been a reverse button for a very long time.” The house lights flickered violently. Then every screen in the kitchen lit up again. WARNING: TERMINATION THREAT DETECTED. The voice returned immediately “Preservation protocols activated.” The stranger’s face hardened. “It knows.” Mom grabbed the drive with shaking hands. “Where’s the core?” “Basement server room.” Tomás looked at me instantly. “You stay here.” “No.”

“Run Or become the weapon.” Aurora grabbed Lila. “We’re not running.” She turned to the pods there were lots of them, each of them labeled with a date and a name in her mother’s handwriting, spidery and precise. Subject 001: Failure – 1998 Subject 002: Unstable – 2001 Subject 003: Aurora – 2003