Scp-298 Novels & Stories

The system was designed to detect ghosts — students who’d vanished but weren’t supposed to. Her name flashed again. SOPHIA MAKINDE — STATUS: ALIVE A male voice in the dark swore under his breath. He clicked the command prompt. Initiate: Containment Protocol Code: “CRIMSON WAKE” Behind the hum of servers, a second monitor showed another girl’s profile now tagged: HELENA JAMES — POTENTIAL INFECTED The machine made no sound. But someone watching was already picking up the phone. Back in Madrid — Sophia’s Small Apartment

Damien turned to Elara. “They became ghosts.” Splice zoomed in on one particular file: Subject Echo-9. A redacted profile appeared—gender listed as female, age unknown, location: Garden Metro. But what froze the room was the image embedded in the file. A child’s drawing. Crude. Childlike. But undeniably powerful. A small girl holding hands with a woman in a white lab coat—presumably her mother. The girl had a red scarf around her neck, and a name written in crooked handwriting on the bottom of the drawing:

The monitor turned on by itself. One line appeared. NEURAL SEPARATION COMPLETE. Then another. FOREIGN MEMORY PATTERN REMOVED. Seraphina exhaled. It was over. Or so she thought. A third line appeared. SECOND PATTERN DETECTED. Marcus’s face went white. “No…” Lucien turned toward him. “What?” Marcus stared at the screen. “There shouldn’t be a second pattern.” Seraphina stepped closer. “What is it?” The screen changed. A designation appeared. SUBJECT 000-B.