Scp-265 Novels & Stories

Vardan growled, gesturing toward the console. Sora plugged the black drive into the terminal. The screens flared to life, scrolling through thousands of files. Images of dissections, chemical formulas, and video logs of screaming test subjects filled the monitors. Sora’s eyes locked onto one file dated twenty years ago. It was a video of a younger Dante Valente. He was holding a baby in his arms—a baby with silver-tinted eyes. "Project Spica," the voice on the recording said. It was his father’s voice, but it lacked any trace of the warmth Sora remembered. "The first viable hibrida. The vessel for the pure Beastman essence."

No orders — just motion. “Where did you find that tag?” Evelyn asked. Rhea sat beside her, the firelight flickering across her scarred cheek. “I didn’t,” she said. “You did. That’s why we came.” Evelyn frowned. “What are you talking about?” “You screamed. Three days ago, from somewhere near Hollowmere. Like your bones remembered something your mind doesn’t. That kind of scream carries.” She looked over at Evelyn, steady and unblinking. “We’ve been tracking the ones they called ‘control-class.’ You were E-113. S-019 was the one they couldn’t contain.”

My Alpha command left no room for discussion, that duty guard hastily clicked some buttons on his laptop and turned its screen towards me. “Here it is, Alpha. Please forgive me. It’s my first and last mistake. It will never happen again.” But I wasn’t paying any attention to his blabbering, as my eyes were fixed on the details of Helena’s stay here. “Helena Hensley. Death cell number four.” There wasn’t any record of her shifting, and this was the official start of my panic attack. “Show me the CCTV footage of the last twenty-four hours.” My next command perplexed that clueless idiot, his eyes popped out while processing this sudden order.

They were trapped—not by their mother, but by the very thing they had spent their lives trying to master. "We have to get out of here," Pim said, lunging for the service elevator. "It's dead!" Chalida shouted, hammering the buttons. "Everything's dead!" The screens in the room suddenly went dark, and the lights dimmed to a flickering, ghostly blue. A voice—mechanical, synthesized, yet strangely familiar—echoed through the penthouse speakers. "Target identified," the voice said. "Phase two: Elimination." Pim looked at the countdown on her phone. 00:00:01. The lights went out completely.

The obsidian mirrors of its eyes didn't reflect the room; they reflected a streaming scroll of violet code. [ANALYZING_THREAT_PATTERN...] [TARGET: ALPHA_01] [WEAKNESS_IDENTIFIED: EMOTIONAL_LATENCY] "He can't hear you, Xander!" I screamed, my fingers flying through a translucent, golden HUD that was flickering with red warning signs. "The Maintainers haven't just possessed him; they’ve moved his consciousness into a Deep-Storage Partition. Everything he is—his loyalty, his memories—it’s all in Read-Only Mode. He’s being piloted by a combat-script that has ten thousand years of predator-data behind it!"

“You have no proof of that.” “I have the one thing you never understood about humans,” Zara said. “We document everything. Every threat. Every payment. Every name you gave Lena. Every order you sent to the men who followed me. It is already with Adaeze. She is watching this feed right now through the security cameras I turned on when I pulled the alarm.” Victor’s eyes flicked to the ceiling. A small red light blinked on the nearest camera. Damien moved then. Fast and final. He crossed the space in two strides and drove his claws into Victor’s wrist. The detonator clattered to the wet floor. Marcus kicked it away. Victor screamed once. The sound cut off when Damien’s other hand closed around

I collapsed. Alpha Daniel was the first to move. He pulled his coat off and threw it over me, crouching low to hide my exposed neck. “No one looks,” he growled at the nurses. “Anyone who does—gets out.” My vision blurred, but I caught a glimpse of Alpha Joe’s face. White. Empty. Horrified. “She’s… she’s emitting a second scent.” “What?” someone gasped. Alpha Daniel yanked my collar aside. There it was. A second power frequency.

Surgical in their cruelty. “I’m Dr. Armand Vale. You’ll remember me soon enough. You’re part of something much larger than yourself, Sophia. We just need you to… remember.” Sophia’s pulse quickened. “What the hell are you talking about?” He raised a syringe, filled with a clear, glowing liquid. “Let’s begin.” Scene Shift — Alex’s Penthouse Back in the city, Alex stared at the decrypted files while medics tended to his bruised arm. A redacted video had just come into focus.

"I don't know you and you don't know me, but I hope that you can help me. It's not about me but the man who has been imprisoned in Madrigal mansion for twenty-eight years already. I don't know if I will succeed in rescuing him because I'm sure the criminal who hid him there will surely hunt me for the failure I made in the job he has given me. Here are the front door entrance combinations: *0926# and *6104#. The study where he has hidden him is *6104#. There's a table inside the study, and inside the right drawer is the button to open the secret passage to the underground, where the man is. The light switch is also in the drawer. It will move on the right so you have to stand a little far af

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.'"