Scp-265 Novels & Stories

Before the young spellcaster could finish, a blue beam of energy rained down on the Salamander, cutting off a small tip of its tail as the rest of its body was contained in a cylinder forcefield. “What the hell?” Scott said. Eight armed soldiers in green and white coloring appeared surrounding the Salamander. Each weaving a “S” shaped emblem with an arrow going through it diagonally. “Not them again,” Roxy said to herself. “War cloud, who are these guys,” Olivia asked. “I can answer that, Detective Cult,” A fourth voice chord as a dark skin woman with green eyes and short white hair appeared. I am Director Viola Sungold. We are an organization known as the supernatural prevention Espionage A

Horror. “Which one are you?” Both answered: “Your father.” She began crying. Exactly the disaster. Elena looked toward the suitcase. “Nora!” No answer. Claire shouted: “Stop the attachments!” Nothing. Then Window stepped forward. She closed her eyes. Her voice changed. Not possessed. Remembering. “I know the command.” Claire stared. “What command?” “One of my six sources knew Domain Zero protocol.” “Window, you don't have to—” “I know.”

Then— She saw it. A flash. A door. Faintly stamped near the biometric panel: Level VI. Her eyes widened. “It was… it was the door right after the failed test. When the doctor came running in screaming, ‘It worked!’—the scream came right before that. I remember now... the door had Level VI printed on it, clear as day.” Charles shot up from his seat. “Then that’s where they’re keeping the real project. Not the demo floor with the animals, not the staged trials. Level VI holds the key.”

Emilia met him at the terminal. “We’re getting faint heat spikes. Something’s moving below chamber six. It’s not human.” “Define not human.” “Wrong height. Wrong pulse. Wrong… density. I’ve never seen readings like this.” “Can we get visual?” “Not anymore. Everything past corridor five is blind.” Bianca stepped into the room, pale. “I told you,” she said. “The vault isn’t just old. It’s cursed. It’s a prison.” Alessio turned toward her. “Prison for what?”

“Trying to control something that doesn’t want to be controlled.” Adrian stared at him for a long moment. “That makes two of you.” That night, Evelyn couldn’t sleep. The mark pulsed too steadily, like a metronome counting toward something inevitable. She opened the folder again, tracing the name R. Draven with her finger. Below it, a half-faded note: Subject exhibited secondary resonance. Suggest containment before phase two. Her phone buzzed. Unknown Number: Containment failed before. It will again. Her fingers tightened. Who are you? she typed.

A voice spoke, robotic and cold. “Operation Echo will proceed under blackout protocol. All subjects transferred to Site 6. Activation in T-minus 24 months. Remaining assets to relocate and eliminate all former witnesses.” Rafael paused the video. Sophia’s breath came hard. “Twenty-four months. How old is that file?” Rafael checked the metadata. His jaw clenched. “Twenty-two months ago. Whatever Echo is… it’s nearly ready.” Sophia ran a hand through her hair. “What’s Site 6?”

ELEVATOR SHAFTS UNLOCKED. ​"The alarm isn't a containment failure," Vivian whispered, her blue eyes narrowing as she skimmed the scrolling lines of security code on the terminal screen. Her golden finger memories from her previous life instantly flared into focus. "It’s an asset extraction protocol. The Inner Council’s Enforcement Division just issued an emergency seizure order for Dr. Evelyn Cross’s research logs."

No name. Just a velvet box with a thumb drive inside. She stared at it. And slowly—slowly—inserted it into her laptop. A video began to play. Fuzzy at first. Then clear. It was a man’s voice: “Asset 02-27-B. Subject shows exceptional memory retention and elevated spatial reasoning. We recommend placement under secondary family cover until Phase Three.” A woman’s voice interrupted. “She’s too young.” “But if we don’t move her now, they’ll find her. Claire already suspects.”

Damon placed Stella down gently on the couch, his expression grim. After a quick shower and some clean clothes, I locked the key away in the vortex locker—a magical safe only I could open. Its power was too dangerous to leave unguarded. Just as I was catching my breath, my phone buzzed. Harris’s voice came through, frantic and strained. “Alpha! Our base… it’s surrounded! These weird creatures—dark, twisted things—” A bloodcurdling scream erupted through the line, followed by a deafening roar. “Harris?! HARRIS!” I shouted, but the line went dead.

“The guy who attacks women. Investigators play the challenge of spending ten minutes down there in the dark. Seen several videos about that.” “Yeah, that fucker. Well, he’s a territorial son of a bitch, so we would know if he and Kujo had come across each other.” Brett pointed at the screens on a side board table, showing a dozen live feeds from security cameras. One of them showed Skippy’s section of the tunnels. “But nothing’s happened. Each of them is still at their end of the tunnels.” He turned to Amy. “D’you have any idea what could be happening to him?”