Scp-229 Novels & Stories

Sleek, dark, winged with red scanner lights that cut through the mist like eyes. Romeo cursed under his breath. "They found us faster than i thought". Jessica's breath trembled. "How?" Romeo glanced back at her. "Because Helix never stops watching". The lead drone spoke in a metalic snarl: "IDENTIFIED: SUBJECTS 06 AND 09. RECAPTURE PROTOCOL ENGAGED". Jessica froze. Aurora started to cry softly. Romeo stepped in front of them both. "Over my dead body".

Outside, the birds fell silent. A figure stood in our garden, between the rosemary and the struggling carrots. It was neither male nor female, clad in a robe of shifting, neutral grey. Its face was pleasant but forgettable, and it held a slate of smooth, dark stone in one hand. In the other, a stylus of white light hovered, ready to take notes. “Designates: Sze and Kairi,” it said. Its voice was calm, measured, and utterly devoid of inflection. “I am Assessor Seven. I am here to evaluate Incident Report 4492-Alpha and the ongoing status of your localized anomaly.”

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.

Catherine looked at the rescued subjects. "The tribunal asked the survivors if they wished to make statements regarding your sentence. Twenty-two of the twenty-three declined. They said they had nothing more to say to you. They wanted only for you to disappear from their lives. But one survivor did wish to speak. Subject 92, would you please stand?" A man rose. Mid-forties. Scarred from radiation experiments. Blind in one eye from neural enhancement attempts. "Subject 92 is Dr. Richard Chen. He was genetic researcher before the freeze. Captured in 2015. Imprisoned for nine years. Used for experiments because Hammond valued his scientific knowledge. Dr. Chen, please address the tribunal."

My internal monitors flared a terminal red. To save the data, Kael had to create a vacuum of storage. He needed a place to hide the 'Project 99% Mother' folder where the Frequency Spike couldn't find it. He needed to clear his own cache. He needed to delete the man to save the Admin. [INITIATING: MEMORY LIQUIDATION] [TARGET: PERSONAL ARCHIVE — KAEL BLACKWOOD] [VALUE: ABSOLUTE]

Like seeing someone from a dream you forgot. Its head tilted slowly. Studying me. The scientist smiled. “Prototype Zero.” A pause. “Meet Ariana.” Silence. Then— the thing spoke. Its voice sounded distorted. Broken. Mechanical. Human. All at once. “…Subject… Nine.” My blood turned cold. Subject Nine. Me. How did it know that? Damien stepped forward instantly. “You don’t come near her.” Prototype Zero looked at him. Then back at me. Its expression changed slightly.

The Siberian wind howled outside the facility, screaming like a ghost mourning the resurrection within. Inside, heat hissed through the vents, fighting off the bitter cold as the lights flickered above Scarlett, Sebastian, and Damien. They moved as onebsilent, precise, deadly. Scarlett’s gloved hand tightened around the biometric scanner as they passed the second firewall gate. Beyond it lay the underground lab that birthed something never meant to exist. Something that bore her face. “Thermal readings show movement ahead,” Damien said, watching the pulsing screen on his tablet. “She’s awake. And she’s not alone.”

One of the maintenance bots confirmed after a full x-ray scan, the human assistants doing their last small tasks such as removing any unnecessary hair from her body and trimming her nails before gathering their smart kits and exiting the room. The BloodHound however remained rooted to his spot, guarding the subject until two of the doctors assigned to the Negative program entered, ready to do the full inspection. Dr. Nasri entered first, her dark brown eyes trained on the fragile figure laying over the white table as she held a tablet close to her chest. "So...another Negative has been found, huh?" "And she is a fine specimen too," Dr. Nazarov commented as he followed his co-worker, taking a

The creature didn't scream; it hissed, its orange core flaring as it tried to stabilize. "That’s for Phuwin, you glowing bastard!" Somito roared, bringing the mace down again and again until the orange light flickered and died, leaving only a pile of cooling, amber slush on the floor. "You really need to work on your stealth, old man," Zilo said, rushing to the terminal and his fingers flying across the keys. "Okay, I’ve got the bypass. Cell 402. Restricted access. It says... 'Subject: Pilot. Status: Integration Complete.'"

Not since Elia. I open the encrypted drive I swore I’d never touch again. The one labeled Archive 7. It’s filled with fragments of reports, security logs, transfer records, every breadcrumb I collected after Elia vanished. And at the very end of it, a name I never could make sense of. Subject 29, Relocation Authorized. Custodian: S. Smith. The timestamp is fourteen years old. Same year as the photo. My stomach turns. I click open the attached document, heavily redacted, but one line remains clear: