Scp-336 Novels & Stories

“Except for the puking part, not that you didn’t but luckily enough we got you a bowl to puke on but aside that, the rest are true. He even carried you up to your room and tucked you in last night. You don’t remember any of it?” “No, I don’t and I do not believe you. Mariano would never had carried me to my room let alone tuck me in last night. Stop being delusional.” I continued with my morning porridge. She’s just trying to tease me, there’s absolutely no way that the monster would actually care about me. After all, I’m just a collateral to him at least that’s what he said. “You are the one being deluded Cassandra. I just wish somehow the universe will prove to you that I am right this tim

Detroit said, not looking back, “continue observation on Subject Eight. Begin Phase Three when I authorize it. And make sure the neural restraints are reinforced. I don’t want a repeat of last month.” “Yes, sir,” the doctor said quickly, already typing on her pad. Silver would like to know Mia’s fate, but she knew better than poking her nose into everything. She hated people who don't mind their business either. They moved on from the chamber, their reflections gliding across the mirrored glass as they walked deeper into the heart of the facility. The deeper they went, the quieter it became…until even their footsteps was swallowed by the silence. They reached another door at the end of the c

"We're not leaving them." "Two minutes," Hammond announced. "The drones are armed with lethal ammunition. Programmed to eliminate all unauthorized personnel on this level. That includes you." Jessica ran to the observation chambers. Started opening them manually. "Help me! Get them out!" The team moved. Opening chambers. Extracting subjects. Twenty-three people in various states of consciousness. Some could walk. Some needed to be carried. "One minute." They hauled subjects toward the exit. Up the corridor. Toward the stairwell that would take them back to Level Three.

logic beneath the sanitization. A voice echoed from the white walls—the same harmonious, terrifying chord from before. "Alpha-Regent Silas Blackwood. You are identified as a Primary Contaminant. Your rejection of the Sovereign unit created the initial entropy. You are a chaotic variable that cannot exist in the Second Phase. Please remain still for decommissioning."

𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗖𝗘: VANCE_PRIME. 𝗢𝗕𝗝𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘: RE-CONSOLIDATE CONSCIOUSNESS. 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: BIOLOGICAL COLLATERAL ESTIMATED AT 98%.

That wasn’t synthetic. Neither was mine. A soft tone interrupted the silence. New notification. Not from the apartment. From my tablet. I crossed the room slowly and picked it up. The screen displayed a single classified document. PROJECT ORPHEUS Behavioral Synchronization Trial – Phase III Primary Objective: Emotional Dependency Pairing for Executive Stabilization My blood went cold. Below it— Subject A: Reid, Shawn Subject B: Agreste, Catriona Status: Convergence Successful Shawn went utterly still behind me.

"I say yes… I choose you… I choose us." Adrian's entire body tenses, the mark on his neck flares brighter, the bond between us becomes visible for just a moment. A thread of gold connecting us. Then the bunker's alarm system changes, not alarms anymore but a broadcast. Someone's voice echoing through the entire paranormal system. "This is Dominic Voss, Council of Elders. Effective immediately, a new paranormal government is being established and the human known as Bella Marchant is declared a paranormal threat. Apprehend or eliminate on sight."

“I’ll take it.” Then we moved. The world narrowed to muscle memory. We slipped through the shadows like ghosts, bypassing cameras, disabling locks, keeping our heartbeats steady. The facility was colder inside—stark concrete and fluorescent lights humming like bees in a jar. Elia’s voice came softly through the comm in my ear. “Sublevel three. East corridor. Third door on your left. That’s where she is.” To be continued...

"CPD, vacate the floor. This isn't a hostage situation anymore. It’s a containment." The police didn't argue. They had seen the news from San Francisco. They stepped back as Xander, Lucien, Marrow, and Evangeline took the door. "Evangeline, status?" Xander asked. Evangeline raised a handheld "Aether-Scanner" - a device she had calibrated to detect the specific neural-interference patterns of non-corporeal entities. "The host is a twenty-four-year-old male. His brainwaves are being suppressed by a high-frequency parasitic entity from the Lower Aetheric Plane. If we don't extract it in the next ten minutes, the thermal load will liquefy his gray matter."

Avery stared directly into his grey irises, attempting to extract a single watt of human resonance from the tyrant before her. Yet those pupils held no guilt—only an unyielding, absolute certainty. "That constitutes my own department's liability." She violently broke his grip, driving her fist back into his chest. "Speak! Where is she?" 杰西卡靠在走廊墙上，双臂抱胸，饶有兴味地看着。 "Kessler, how much longer does your network intend to execute this theater? Her biological source was extracted from the sector three years ago under your direct authorization. Even my department lacks the coordinates of her current cell. You treat every asset on this board as a disposable piece—"