Scp-366 Novels & Stories

Citadel — Level Six Alexander and Elias burst out of the stairwell onto Level Six — and were met with silence. Not normal silence. Dead silence. Alexander tightened his grip on his knife. “This level… feels wrong.” Elias scanned the corridor — his eyes glowing faint amber, the faint bond tugging him downward. “She’s close. One level below.” Sable ran a quick scan with her wrist device. “Hold up, hold up — something’s not right. Level Six is usually swarming with guards.” Alexander exhaled sharply. “So where are they?” A voice answered from above.

I opened the folder. Inside were incident reports from other universities. Students with "extraordinary abilities" who'd lost control. Photographs of destruction, entire buildings collapsed, burn patterns that didn't match any known accelerant, people frozen solid in the middle of summer. And at the center of it all, casualty reports. Hundreds of deaths attributed to "supernatural awakenings." "Oh my God," Miguel breathed, reading over my shoulder. The final document was a psychological evaluation of Maya Cross, dated three weeks ago. The conclusion made my blood run cold:

I scanned the room, trying to find the speaker, but whoever it was had already vanished into the sea of faces. "Shawn," I said, voice calm, "I'll send the bond-severance agreement to your Alpha Bureau. Make sure you sign it as soon." I'd said "bond-severance" 365 times before. But it was the first time I mentioned an actual agreement. Shawn straightened, startled, the cigar between his fingers dropping soundlessly to the floor. I ignored it. Instead, I crouched down, unstrapped my boots, and placed them carefully at the feet of the human girl.

The flickering monochrome green text on the pre-war monitor seemed to bleed into the stagnant darkness of the subterranean corridor. ​WARNING: ARMORED ISOLATION VAULT 03 HAS COMMENCED AUTOMATED EMERGENCY PURGE PROTOCOLS. TIME REMAINING: 34 MINUTES, 12 SECONDS.

"The neural inhibitor collar responds to attempts at supernatural ability usage with increasingly severe pain. The third attempt usually causes temporary paralysis. The fifth can cause permanent brain damage." The lights dimmed slightly, and I could finally see my surroundings. The room was massive, sterile, all white walls and gleaming equipment that looked like it belonged in a hospital and a torture chamber simultaneously. Monitors beeped softly, displaying readouts I couldn't understand. Dr. Cassandra Vex stepped into view, holding a tablet. She wore a white lab coat over dark clothing, her blonde hair pulled back in a severe bun. Up close, I could see the lines around her eyes, the hard

However, considering the circumstances, this mission is continuing to make me break more and more standard operating procedures. A few minutes later, as we pull onto Interstate 40, I get a response from Zeke. “Vic = Stephanie Webber. 21 female. Found in room 669, by housekeeper, 45 minutes ago. No T.O.D. estimate yet.” “Captain Hammer’s nipples,” I curse. “We’ve been on this assignment barely a week, and Nick’s already running circles around us.” “You’re just upset he’s killing people, and you aren’t,” Mary Sue replies.

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

No orders — just motion. “Where did you find that tag?” Evelyn asked. Rhea sat beside her, the firelight flickering across her scarred cheek. “I didn’t,” she said. “You did. That’s why we came.” Evelyn frowned. “What are you talking about?” “You screamed. Three days ago, from somewhere near Hollowmere. Like your bones remembered something your mind doesn’t. That kind of scream carries.” She looked over at Evelyn, steady and unblinking. “We’ve been tracking the ones they called ‘control-class.’ You were E-113. S-019 was the one they couldn’t contain.”

"Tell me how to shut the port down from the outside. Is there a manual override code?" "There is no override code left," I reply, my voice breaking on a dry sob as I look up into his dark, terrified eyes. "When we wiped the regional relay, the system didn't just delete my records. It flagged my biological markers as a secondary host for Phase Three." Liam freezes, the breath catching in his throat. "Phase Three? What the hell is Phase Three, Aiden? You never mentioned Phase Three."

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.