Scp-266 Novels & Stories

The figure inside was impossible to identify. Its face had long since deteriorated beneath the cloudy preservation fluid. Only a faded laboratory uniform remained. Across the chest was a stitched name. DR. ELIAS ROWE William whispered, "So he never escaped..." --- Daniel continued surveying the room. "There are no signs of forced evacuation." "No struggle." "No bodies." "It looks as if everyone simply..." "...disappeared." The silence that followed was heavier than before. --- Camelia inserted one of her encrypted drives into the nearest terminal. "I want a complete archive."

I murmured, my voice shaking. “This is an absolute physical reality, Alpha Parker,” Dr. Harris stated, a genuine smile breaking across his weathered features. “The pup’s primary vitals have demonstrated a massive elevation following the introduction of this anonymous canister, meaning our house can fully anticipate his system navigating the night watch in absolute peace.” The sheer relief drove hot tears from my eyes. “My office requires the exact identity of the predator who provided this volume so we can dispatch a proper tribute. Do your records isolate the specific donor, Ethan?”

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!"

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.”

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.”

“Yeah so a bunch of big shots heard about our rescue mission we hauled in last week” “Well if screwing over a gang of gene scavs isn’t supposed to get Dome 26 talking I don’t know what would” “So who are the big shots then” she asked, her mouth full of toothpaste and dissolved booze. “East 26D Netrunners, their top fixer. Carlson Wade” “Shit”

After our engagement, the six of us friends agreed to take one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my friend Anders Greer suggested we play a "24-Hour Couple Swap." Anyone who drew matching symbols had to act like a couple for the next twenty-four hours. Whoever drew a blank card could only take pictures and carry everyone's bags. In the first round, I drew a blank. My fiancee, Brielle Rice, and Anders both drew moons. They held hands while watching the sunrise, while I followed behind carrying three people's bags. In the second round, I drew another blank. They both drew roses. Their penalty was to hug for one minute. Everyone crowded around, cheering them on, while I sto

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.”

Vanessa nonetheless shouting in my ear. “I decrypted the very last part of the Oblivion report. Anita—you want to pay attention to this.” I reached the center module, slamming the airlock close at the back of us. “Talk to me.” Vanessa’s voice became shaking. “This isn’t an alien. It’s now no longer a god. It’s something worse.” Rachel exhaled sharply. “How do you get worse than that?!” Vanessa continued. “It’s a failsafe.” I blinked. “Come again?”

Delta Commander replied. “The portals closed abruptly, which means that the invasion was interrupted.” Xena said. “Unfortunately, there is a lot we do not know.” Delta Commander replied. A nervous murmur took over the briefing room. I knew that I was not going to find answers here. “Can we see the bodies of the creatures, if there are any?” I asked. “We need to know what we are dealing with.” Delta Commander looked irritated but did not address me directly. “As a matter of fact, I have used the initiative to call on Dr. Strahovsky. She is the Head Medical Researcher of Diagnostic Engineering Neurobiology. DEN.” Delta Commander said.