Scp-285 Novels & Stories

The white-yellow ceiling lights suddenly turned red, making me feel uncomfortable in the stall. "ALERT! PLEASE STAY WHERE YOU ARE. AN EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN IS TAKING PLACE. SUBJECT MM2077 HAS ESCAPED FROM HIS CELL."

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.

A thin red line was moving across it. “That’s not a security alarm.” Marcus stared. “It’s a containment failure.” Victor’s face changed. “She’s getting out.” My blood went cold. “Who?” Victor looked directly at me. “The First Serael.” The corridor shook violently. A deep sound came from beneath the floor. Like something ancient had just awakened. Marcus stepped backward. “We have to leave.” Lucien pulled me toward the exit. “Then let’s move.” We reached the archive room. Marcus slammed his hand against the wall.

One of the surviving Directorate agents approached Evelyn hurriedly, splashing through the puddles. “Ma'am,” the agent barked, breathless. Evelyn turned sharply. “What is it?” “We’ve successfully recovered the live surveillance playback from Facility Two before the feed cut out.” Every muscle in Gabriel’s body visibly coiled, reverting instantly to a combat-ready stance. The agent hesitated, looking unnerved, before whispering, “You need to see this.” The agent handed over a rugged, military-grade tablet. Evelyn studied the screen, and within seconds, the remaining color drained from her face. Ava exchanged a tense, alarmed look with Luca. Neither of them liked the expression on the Director

The baby was calm again, glowing faintly. “He… stopped them,” she whispered. Adrian stared at the rows of fallen bodies. “No. He absorbed them.” Kira’s face paled. “What does that make him?” Before Adrian could answer, the central terminal flickered, revealing a single message written in cold white text: > ARCHIVE: ACCESS GRANTED. --- They followed the light deeper into the tunnels until they reached a massive chamber—a domed vault filled with water and cables. In its center stood a pillar of glass and metal, pulsing gently. Inside floated a lattice of data streams, like frozen lightning.

Berlin Safehouse – Control Room Evelyn stood over the bodies with clenched fists. Matteo’s voice buzzed in her ear. “She got in?” “She was let in,” Evelyn growled. “Someone on the inside looped the cameras and disabled the secondary locks.” “Casualties?” “Three dead. Two unconscious. Ana survived.” That name hit Matteo like a punch. “Ana Moreno?” “Yeah,” Evelyn said. “And here’s the kicker—Subject 08 didn’t touch her.”

Her hands trembled as she stopped on a document marked: “Transfer Request — Bailey [Redacted] Original Facility: Kensington Biological Research” Beneath that, handwritten: “Subject authorized by L.S. Turner. Emergency override protocol. Must not be awakened until memory sequence clears.” Bailey stepped back from the desk, stunned. L.S. Turner. Lyla. She whispered the name aloud—and the lights above her flickered. Then everything went dark.

I turned the tablet toward him. On the screen was a photo of a glass incubator. Inside, a tiny, translucent shape was floating in amber fluid. PROJECT HARBINGER: SUBJECT 02. STATUS: VIABLE. "She has another one?" Richard’s voice was a whisper of pure horror. "She has a lab in the city," I said. "And Richard... according to the timestamps, Subject 02 is due to wake up tonight." The ground beneath the estate began to rumble. A low, vibrating sound—not a wolf, but a machine.

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.”

Agnes whispered under her breath, her heart hammering in her chest. A sudden, blood-red file unlocked at the top of the queue: > **CLASSIFIED RECORD: OPERATION NIGHTFALL** > AUTHORIZATION: ARCHON MALAKOR / GRAND WOLF ASSEMBLY > EXECUTOR: MORRIGAN VANCE (STEP-MOTHER) > ORDER DETAILS: TOTAL INCINERATION / ASSET SEIZURE > Agnes’s breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes scanned the decrypted blueprint attached to the file—a highly complex, ancient Relic schematic stamped with her late mother’s personal crest: **The Apex Relic.**