Scp-336 Novels & Stories

Unknown: Continuity requires commitment. Cassius’ voice lowered. “He’s inside.” “No,” I said. “He’s already moved.” Arden turned to me. “You don’t think I—” “I think someone used you,” I replied. “For what?” “To see who panics.” Cassius’ tablet chimed. “Safehouse Three just went dark,” he said. “External breach?” I asked. “No.” “Then what?” “Internal override.” Arden’s face was drained of color. “That’s my code too.”

But as I moved, Evan's head snapped toward my position with uncanny accuracy. "There," he said, pointing almost exactly where I stood. "Right there, father. She's right there." "I don't see anything," Emma said, but her thoughts were uncertain now. A click- What if he's right? What if she really is here somehow? "Activate the containment protocols," Richard ordered, pulling out his phone. "If Evan's correct, if there really is someone with supernatural abilities in this room, we'll flush them out." I heard alarms begin to sound throughout the facility, heard the guards outside mobilizing, heard Richard giving orders to lock down the entire building. And I made a split-second decision.

With just one glance, she recognized the three beastmen. Everyone else also noticed them and showed signs of wariness. However, before the three could get close, the coffin suddenly erupted with a loud shout. "Help! Mother, save me quickly! I can't breathe!" Everyone fell silent for a moment, then began screaming in unison, "The corpse is moving!" Knowing the truth, Mother's face turned pale instantly. She lunged forward and threw open the coffin lid. Victoria, wearing funeral clothes and looking disheveled, crawled out in embarrassment.

Countdown: T-minus thirty-one seconds. The female voice from the ceiling was calm, almost kind. “Termination protocol engaged. Subject Elias Hart-Resonance, Iteration Nine. Thirty seconds to neural cascade shutdown.” The replica, Nine, was on his knees in the server room doorway, fingers clawing at the back of his own neck like he could rip the kill switch out with his bare hands. Mara stood frozen between the two men who wore the same face. One perfect.

Status: Active. Subject B (The Mind): Olivia [Redacted]. Status: Active. Subject C (The Shadow): [DATA CORRUPTED]. Status: ESCAPED. "Subject C?" Jack whispered. "There was a third one?" Catherine looked at the screen, her face pale. "Escaped? When?" The log scrolled to the bottom. Location of Subject C: Unknown. Warning: Subject C carries the instability marker. Do not engage. Jack tried to stand up, but his legs failed him. The victory of restarting the power felt hollow. They had just turned the lights on, only to reveal that there was another monster in the room with them. Or rather, out there in the dark.

Her conscience sensed something dangerous about to happen. Everybody in the house had gone to watch a movie in the theatre. Alexander had gone to meet his friends. Amara was alone in the enormous palace. She stared at Princess Veronica's picture. "Is the monster still buried in the sepulchre? It is too long a time....three hundred years. Does he still stay there without using his evil powers? He shouldn't ever come out. But what if he does?" Amara mutters her anxious words standing before the princes's picture.

She tried to scream through the thick gag across her mouth, pointing frantically at the ceiling above her. A mechanical voice echoed through the metal chamber: “Protocol Omega initiation in thirty minutes. Primary purge sequence activated. Secondary containment doors locking now.” A massive, six-inch-thick steel blast door began to slide down from the ceiling behind us, threatening to seal us inside the lower level forever. “Marcus, hold that door!” Damien yelled. Marcus wedged a heavy titanium breacher rod beneath the descending door. The steel door slammed down onto the rod with a sickening crunch of grinding metal, stalling three feet off the deck.

The hum died, the screens flickered, and then, a single, deep red pulse illuminated the entire shack. [Detection: Breach in Progress.] [Identity Verification: Pim Thana-apiwat & Chalida Thana-apiwat.] [Status: Hostiles Identified. Security Protocol Initiated.] "They’re onto us," Arnon screamed, his face draining of color. "How? We haven't even used the shunt yet!"

Like he already knew. Then Adrian’s mother continued softly. “The project wasn’t trying to create enhanced subjects.” Silence followed. “It was trying to create perfect ones.” No one moved. No one breathed. Then Elliot slowly turned the tablet around. Security footage. Multiple camera feeds. Hallways. Laboratories. Containment sectors. And walking through every corridor, were people. Human looking. But wrong. Their movements were too synchronized. Too perfect. Too identical. Like copies. Like puppets. Like nightmares. Amara felt cold all over.

His jaw was split wide open, the silver data-ports beneath his zinc teeth spitting a thin stream of blue lubricant as his three-layered blue quartz lens spun wildly inside its socket, trying to lock its tracking solution through the dense, white sulfur smoke. "Target identified as variant #3," the enforcer's chest-mounted speaker grille rattled, his voice carrying that flat, synthetic Lagos-grit cadence that made my teeth grind. "Initialize terminal containment. The High Queen has authorized total extraction of the baseline marrow. The structural integrity of the male asset is irrelevant." "Try extracting this, you corporate bastard," I hissed.