Scp-254 Novels & Stories

"EMMET ISLINGTON, FORMER HEAD SCIENTIFIC DIRECTOR AT A MILLITARY RESEARCH FACILITY SIMILAR TO THIS ONE, KEPT EXTENSIVE RECORDS THAT WERE HIDDEN AWAY WITHIN HIS OFFICE, AND ENCRYPTED. THE DISCOVERY OF THE DOCUMENTS AND THE EVENTUAL DECRPYTION LATER PROVIDED VALUABLE INFORMATION OF THE INDIVIDUAL KNOWN AS 'RED_TWO', AN INDIVIDUAL THAT WE BECAME AWARE OF AND ALLOWED TO CONTRIBUTE HIS EFFORTS ONTO THE TIME TRAVEL PROJECT AND THEN ALLOW TO KILL ONE OF OUR OWN TO ESCAPE US." "NOTES CEASE TO EXIST ON WHAT WOULD HAPPEN AFTER THIS INCIDENT, AND WE TOOK HIM INTO CONFINEMENT, FULLY ANTICIPATING HIS DEATH TO EXTRACT THE INFORMATION ACCUMULATED WITHIN HIS BRAIN AFTER HIS BODY HAD FAILED ON SITE. THAT IS

“Then maybe you’ll fall with them.” He turned and walked out of the room. I stood frozen, the silence roaring in my ears. But I didn’t leave. I waited until his footsteps faded, then I moved. I went straight to his private filing cabinet. The one he always said was “off-limits.” I found a key tucked inside his bottom drawer, typical arrogance. The cabinet creaked open. Inside were folders, names, project codes. One caught my eye: "S.F. Protocol 52, Identity Simulation Unit."

Nya asks, she's getting impatient. The intercom chimes again with another announcement; “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SPEAKING. THE PROVIDENCE PEACEKEEPERS HAVE IDENTIFIED THE FUGITIVE AND HIS ACCOMPLICE. THEY APPEAR TO BE OMEN; A MALE LYCAN DRESSED IN RED SWIM TRUNKS AND A FEMALE VAMPIRE DRESSED IN A GREEN BIKINI BOTTOM WITH A ROBE ON. PLEASE YOU ARE ADVISED TO KEEP YOUR DISTANCE FROM THEM, THEY ARE EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. REPORT ANY SIGHTINGS TO THE STAFF OR TO THE PEACEKEEPERS. THANK YOU.”

he answered. Dumfounded, "What do you mean?" "Like us, they also survived and managed to get hold of powerful traits. Like Noel!" he answered. "Are you sure?" asked Gloyd who now changed back into his human form. "Yes!" he exclaimed. "I was given to the turtle monster by the one from the void. They even called me subject 42. And I don't even know what that is." He explained. Alex hearing this information, he could not stop himself from being curious and ask for something more, "What about subject 42? What about it?" Alex said.

Each one filled with a liquid the color of bone. And inside... I stepped closer. My blood turned cold. Faces. Not just any faces. Mine. Younger. Older. Modified. Broken. Each one labeled: Subject A01 Subject A02 Subject A07 - Prime And beneath it, the words: Cloning Viable. Transfer Pending. The tanks began to hiss. One by one, the seals started to disengage. — —Sophia’s POV The outer corridor was colder than I expected. My boots slid across black ice as I moved, fast, careful not to jostle Irene.

Subject designated for Memory Protocol 7 and civilian integration due to psychological instability concerns and Incident 17-B. *NOTE: Subject's genetic modifications remain active and transmissible to offspring. Monitoring to continue indefinitely. Re-acquisition may be necessary in future containment scenarios.* They didn't care if I had love or kids they wanted weapons. "Incident 17-B," I repeated aloud, searching the document for references to what this might have been. Several pages later, I found it, a heavily redacted entry with only fragments visible:

“Another Vale. Someone we don’t know about.” Two Hours Later, Underground Archive, Safe House Selene worked fast, decrypting one file after another. The room glowed with green code and red alarms. “This is it,” she whispered. “Evelyn kept logs, scans, documents, AI-linked health reports.” Julian leaned in. “What are we looking at?” Selene tapped twice, and a medical record appeared. Subject: Valeria Vale Status: Female. Age: 21. Location: Classified. Project: CHIMERA.

Before I could answer, Luca’s eyes slipped shut again, monitors steady but low. A nurse hurried in. “He needs to rest.” Adrian stared at him for a long moment—then turned away. Something had shifted inside him. Something irrevocable. *** Hartman Tower — Sublevel War Room (Return) Damien displayed the recovered fragment from Margaret’s second log. Only a single sentence was intact: “If Victor activates Ash… the child will bind to the imprint closest to Evelyn.” I whispered, “Closest to me?” Elias frowned. “Why Evelyn?”

The stairs are narrow, the metal grating cold under my boots. Twenty feet. Thirty. The light from the viewing room fades to a gray square above us. Gabriel is right behind me. I feel his presence, hear the steady rhythm of his breathing. Forty feet. The stairs end. We are in a corridor. Concrete. Reinforced. At the end sits a steel door with another biometric scanner. Above it, etched into the metal: THE BLACK SWAN REGISTRY — 1988-2026 AUTHORIZED ACCESS: PATRICK BENNETT / ISLA BENNETT

That was answer enough. Fourth twist. She brought up the ledger mirror, ready for anything—except what she saw. A new entry flickered across the screen. Timestamp: after the heist. Subject Status: CONFIRMED ACTIVE. Bloodline: WHITE WOLF — PRIME VARIANT. Containment Probability: DECLINING.