Scp-295 Novels & Stories

Kellen quite calmly states. Twenty-Nine ignores him, his head hanging lowly, arms twisted behind his back in cuffs. He’s in a kneeling position with a chain around his neck that's hooked to the concrete floor. Florescent lighting hangs above him, but also several ultraviolet lights on tripods are positioned around him. Kellen nods at Tyron and the lights that shine on him become brighter, the ultraviolet lights beam right at him. Twenty-Nine winces, turning his head from side to side, trying to avoid the blinding light.

What did that even mean? “I have no idea what you're getting at,”she said to the young girl.”What are you speaking of?” “She has lived in the shadows for a long time,watching and waiting for you.” “You’re not making any sense,”Beth replied,agitation rising in her voice. “Have you not felt her Beth?Here in your home?She watches you,growing stronger every day,she wants your life and she will end it when she’s ready.” Now Beth was getting mad.Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying?

"On the previous watch, your vocal cords released the names of Rickey Owen and Janet Lawrence; however, my intelligence units found zero matching records in the Dominion ledgers. Provide the missing network markers so my scouts can narrow the parameters." The second my voice hit the space, the old woman's pupils shrank with intense, paranoid vigilance. She dragged Chika deeper into her personal space, her claws digging into his uniform as she shielded his frame with her own body. A wave of raw terror rolled off her skin, her beast misidentifying my chair as a extraction unit designed to tear Chika from her sector. Chika winced, his muscles locking under the sheer force of her grip.