Scp-295 Novels & Stories

His eyes were rolled back in his head, and he was chanting a sequence of numbers in a language I didn't recognize. ​"What is he doing?" I whispered, my heart hammering. ​"He's not chanting," Dr. Hestia said, emerging from the shadows with a look of pure horror. "He's receiving. Someone has bypassed your scramble, Nora. Someone is uploading a new protocol directly into their neural links." ​On the wall, the numbers Leo was reciting began to appear in blood-red text. ​PROTOCOL: KRONOS. TARGET: 0-1.

The Biological Treason "You're remarkably calm for someone who just got handed to a Tier-Zero," the guard grunted. He stared at his handheld scanner, his brow furrowed. "The signals coming off your match's file are rising fast. They’ve already moved him to the deep containment wing. Facility 9 isn't a honeymoon suite, girl.” He glanced at her. “It’s a tomb." Lyra didn't look at him. She was staring at her optical computer, Unit 7, which was pulsed softly against her temple.

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.

Rows of transparent cylinders lined both sides of the chamber, each standing nearly three meters tall. Every cylinder was empty. Or at least... most of them. William stopped walking. Near the far end of the room, one cylinder still contained something. A human silhouette. Floating motionlessly inside pale blue liquid. Stefan's face turned pale. "My God..." Camelia hurried toward the control console beside it. The display flickered to life the moment she approached. SUBJECT STATUS: TERMINATED PRESERVATION COMPLETE She slowly looked back toward the cylinder. The figure inside was impossible to identify.

Catherine looked at the rescued subjects. "The tribunal asked the survivors if they wished to make statements regarding your sentence. Twenty-two of the twenty-three declined. They said they had nothing more to say to you. They wanted only for you to disappear from their lives. But one survivor did wish to speak. Subject 92, would you please stand?" A man rose. Mid-forties. Scarred from radiation experiments. Blind in one eye from neural enhancement attempts. "Subject 92 is Dr. Richard Chen. He was genetic researcher before the freeze. Captured in 2015. Imprisoned for nine years. Used for experiments because Hammond valued his scientific knowledge. Dr. Chen, please address the tribunal."

Ethan drew his 9mm sidearm in a flash, stepping directly in front of Chloe as he swept the blood-red shadows of the room. Above their heads, a sharp, metallic hiss began to echo from the ceiling vents, releasing a thick, sweet-smelling grey gas that drifted down toward the server racks like a shroud. On the central diagnostic screen, the green text dissolved, replaced by a single, terrifying line: CONTAINMENT PROTOCOL ACTIVATED: SUB-BASEMENT SEALED.

"So if Mayfair breaks the outer door without me, they freeze." ​"And if they take you alive," Julian added, his storm-gray eyes turning to pure, unadulterated ice, "they force your hand onto the biometric scanner before taking everything. Which is why they leave this facility over my dead body." ​The elevator slammed to a heavy stop. The iron gate groaned open, revealing a vast, floodlit subterranean corridor carved directly from the black stone. ​At the far end of the hallway, fifty yards away, sat the grand vault of Shaft 9: a massive, circular titanium door reminiscent of a nuclear submarine hatch, illuminated by pulsing red emergency lights.

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.

Scarlett clicked open the full file. The terminal whirred softly. A new document appeared. Transfer Notes Confidential Her eyes scanned the text. Subject Seven demonstrates exceptional early cognitive response and adaptive emotional resilience. The maternal guardian insists transfer is necessary for long-term protection. Protection. Her breath caught. Protection from what? Dominic leaned closer. "There's another page." Scarlett opened it. A recorded voice file blinked on the screen. Her heart slammed against her ribs. The date was fifteen years old. Her trembling finger pressed play.

"My threat perception is going haywire. Something is watching us. And it’s not human." Haley, who was currently typing furiously on her pink laptop while walking backward, suddenly stopped. "Uh, guys? I’m picking up biological signatures. Two of them. Massive ones. But... the heat signatures are weird. They’re indistinguishable from the background cold." "That’s because they don't have body heat," Olivia said calmly, not breaking her stride. "They are the Gravekeepers. Chimera Subject 09. A perfect fusion of deep-sea gigantism and lupine aggression."