Scp-229 Novels & Stories

“They’re waiting.” Lucian studied the cars too. Then, unexpectedly, he exhaled. “They weren’t supposed to move yet.” Rowan caught that immediately. “You didn’t order this?” Lucian’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “No.” That meant only one thing. Victor was accelerating. Sebastian’s voice suddenly came through Rowan’s earpiece. “They’ve activated secondary containment. This isn’t a retrieval anymore.” Rowan’s tone dropped. “Define containment.” “Digital wipe. Identity transfer. She disappears tonight.”

Its movements were fluid, too precise, too deliberate—something engineered, like Damian himself. I froze. Damian tensed beside me. My stomach twisted into knots. The figure raised a hand, and in a voice both mechanical and eerily calm, it said: “Subject D.V. has reached Phase Two. Containment override: neutralize or extract.” I screamed, clutching Damian as the walls shifted faster, the floor splitting beneath us. Sparks danced through the air, arcs of electricity crackling dangerously close. We had seconds. Seconds.

Beside me, Silas was screaming. It was a raw, primal sound that tore through my heart. He was being held down by "Audit-Claws"—jagged, silver needles of light that were stitching themselves into his skin. He wasn't a program anymore; he couldn't "glitch" away. He was a human man, and the needles were drawing real, crimson blood. "**SUBJECT 02: DEPRECIATED ASSET,**" the Chief Adjuster’s voice boomed, a sound like a thousand filing cabinets slamming shut. "**INITIATING: RECOVERY OF BIOLOGICAL MATERIALS.**"

curses escaped her mouth as if they were too scared to stay even just for a second in there. In the meantime, a translucent figure of a what seemed to be a person was sitting and chilling inside a control room, its feet resting on top of the table whilst its hand draped over its side while the other hand holding sheets of paper while occasionally glancing at numerous rooms holding creatures, like beast, spirits, humans etc. The translucent figure shook as it listened to the colorful words spat by a woman who was flinging her hands in the air like a mad man.

Matthew replied, "Every information network in the facility can only be accessed by local channels here!" They finally reached a section of pods with a Label Y. They both looked up and saw the subject Y-23T2 still unconscious within. The same dark skin human-looking fiend who caused major chaos some days ago, laying on the other side of the barrier. Matthew dabbed on his watch. Several panels of information manifested in front of him, all with Yaksha's information on it. He also clicked on the button beside the pod until a woman's figure manifested in front of them. Her features and movement were too mechanical to be a human's.

alarm, I asked him to switch it off. We could run a little bit late for a change, I thought. But then I heard Neo shout “WHAT! YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME! HOW THE HELL DID SHE DO THAT!?” He must be talking about that crazy sister of his. What in God’s name did she do now? I dragged myself out of bed and went to join him. The look on his face was a mix of shock, anger, and disappointment. Neo told the person he was speaking to that he would be there soon and cut the call. He then told me that she was gone! “She escaped? What kind of people work in that damn station!?” I vented out angrily. He told me that he would have to inform his parents and if I could let Bella and Gabriel know. I phoned

Doesn't have time to think about what he's doing. He has one more thing to collect and he is already stepping though the portal to get it. --- The other demon in the safe haven back away from Jonathan as he walks through them in search of his last victim; the last 'ingredient' to Type cure. He finds the elderly man speaking amongst the little ones. Jonathan orders the children to go and they flee from them like scattering butterflies.

No goodbye. Just shadows. --- Back at the safe house, I gave the note to Mira. She read it, and went pale. “What is it?” I asked. “She’s right,” Mira said. “We missed something. There’s a second system.” “Where?” “In the old medical wing. Sector 9. Abandoned for years.” “Then we go,” I said. “No,” Mira said. “*You* go. I have to stay here and cover you.” I hesitated. “Alright. But if I’m not back—”

My legs felt like lead, so heavy I could barely move them without my knees buckling. “What have you done?!” I yelled. Henri snickered. “Whatever you are will be over today. Then we will chain you and bury you militia style for our Unit Nine.” Unit Nine. My eyes widened as memories flashed through my mind. Level Nine, the hidden facility, the experiments…. “Captain?” I whispered. Captain Reev answered from the phone. “You’ve got something there, Henri. Keep him calm.” I forced a weak laugh even though my body was shutting down. “Where did you get the tranq from, Captain? Tell me.”

Names began to scroll. Personality Templates: • MIA – Conflict Mediator • REX – Executive Strategist • LENA – Emotional Core Support • GRAY – Security Compliance Elias stiffened. “GRAY?” Charlotte zoomed in. A Ward-series clone. Active. Suddenly, Shade’s voice hit the channel. Urgent. “We have movement. You’ve got heat signatures shifting back to corridor C-9. Someone’s staying behind.” Elias froze. “Who?” “Looks like an admin override user.”