Scp-297 Novels & Stories

Partially hidden. But visible. Marcus stared first. “No way.” Ronan’s eyes narrowed. Elias never moved. The numbers looked damaged. Still unmistakable. 2 Pause. 1 Pause. Final curve. Barely there. 7 The room went silent. Marcus looked at Elias. “You were right.” He did not answer. His eyes stayed fixed on the wall. Same number. Same corridor. Same ghost. Room 217B. Hospital. Second supply. Second possibility. Now hidden beneath ROOM TWO.

Its synthetic voice growled low, distorted. Nora screamed as it advanced, grabbing her by the wrist. Sparks flared where it touched her, like electricity burning through air. Lola scrambled to the console, slamming her hand down on the manual override. One of the monitors flashed red” EMERGENCY CONTAINMENT: ENGAGED.” The floor beneath them shuddered. Metal doors slammed down between the aisles, sealing compartments of the lab. The figure twisted its head toward the noise just before one of the barriers dropped between it and the others.

“Run Or become the weapon.” Aurora grabbed Lila. “We’re not running.” She turned to the pods there were lots of them, each of them labeled with a date and a name in her mother’s handwriting, spidery and precise. Subject 001: Failure – 1998 Subject 002: Unstable – 2001 Subject 003: Aurora – 2003

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.

"Check the safe behind Voss's portrait. It's... it's all there." Jeff's jaw tightened. "Trap." I was already moving. The portrait hung crookedly near the DNA sequencer—a younger Voss smirking beside a bassinet. The safe behind it opened with Nolan's keycode. Inside lay a single vial of blood and a leather-bound journal. The label on the vial read: Original Source - Daniela Perez. The journal fell open to a dog-eared page: *"The child resists the modifications. Her cellular structure rejects the enhancements. We must terminate and begin again with Subject D-29."*

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.

My throat tightened as I clicked a video file labeled: Prototype 7. The footage flickered to life. Maria sat behind a sleek desk, her expression calm and deliberate. “The subject Scarlett Maria Devereux exhibits strong adaptive instincts, emotional volatility, and high persuasion thresholds. Predicted outcome: ideal candidate for control transfer.” Control transfer. I scrolled to the next document a contract signed under Damien Cole’s name, dated before Maria’s death. Subject assigned: Scarlett M. Devereux. Objective: integrate emotional dependency and ensure asset compliance. I couldn’t breathe.

“So that wasn’t random. It’s a faction.” Adrian opened the black file. Inside were only two items: A handwritten memo. And a photo. Elara stepped closer—and the world dropped out beneath her. The photo was of a lab. Her mother stood in the center. Younger. Wearing the same badge from the sealed envelope. Standing beside a terminal labeled: SUBLEVEL 2 — CONTROL NODE And next to her— Elara’s breath hitched. A man stood partly turned away. His face blurred by movement. But his silhouette was unmistakable.

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."

of a love that refused to be "Standardized." The lights in the laboratory flickered. A low-frequency hum, identical to the one in the Gallery’s Control Room, vibrated through the silver fluid. "Warning: Narrative Integrity Compromised," the digital chime announced. Dr. Sterling frowned, tapping her tablet frantically. "The Alpha's vitals are spiking! He’s 'Dirtying' the stream! Shut down the extraction!" But the "Ghost in the Server" was already active.