Scp-417 Novels & Stories

Dragging the wires back, Lucien traced them through the crawlspace to a secured hatch. > Dr. Marte: “Server cluster hidden in the wall someone can watch every camera, speak with Halo, even blackmail or control functions.” Sera’s nails dug into her palm. > Sera: “Let’s shut it down.” She reached for the cluster’s main panel but lettering on the metal cover caught her eye: PROPERTY OF CALDER FINEST. > Sera (soft): “This wasn’t illegal. It was built for command.” Lucien took her hand.

The Penthouse. Takeshi Nakamura sat in a lotus position, floating slightly above the floor on a magnetic field. He didn't look old. In fact, he didn't look entirely human. His skin was smooth, synthetic polymer. His eyes were camera lenses, glowing red. He was connected to the city by a thousand cables plugging into his spine. [ ALERT: ANOMALY DETECTED IN SECTOR 4 (SANYA). ] [ PROBABILITY OF STERLING PRESENCE: 85%. ]

His eyes were empty. I walked past the second cell. Empty, except for a chair in the center of the room with leather straps. I checked the clipboards hanging next to each door. Subject 892. Reconditioning Complete. Subject 411. In Process. I walked faster, my breath misting in the cold air. Then I saw it. Room 404. The clipboard was older than the others. The paper was yellowed. Subject: Elena Thorne. Status: Permanent Resident. Notes: Memory wipe successful (1998). Personality graft stable. Do not engage in discussions of the past.

Files so buried, even instructors pretended they didn’t exist. And that’s when I found it. Not under “Eli Arden.” But under Elias Caelum. The file was half-corrupted, parts of the text blacked out. But what remained made my pulse stutter. Subject Type: Classified (Biological Category: Suppressed Variant) Status: Missing, presumed dead. Age: 19 Former Affiliation: Haven District 7 Experimental Cohort. Classification Clearance: OMEGA [DATA REDACTED] I stopped breathing. Omega.

Names began to scroll. Personality Templates: • MIA – Conflict Mediator • REX – Executive Strategist • LENA – Emotional Core Support • GRAY – Security Compliance Elias stiffened. “GRAY?” Charlotte zoomed in. A Ward-series clone. Active. Suddenly, Shade’s voice hit the channel. Urgent. “We have movement. You’ve got heat signatures shifting back to corridor C-9. Someone’s staying behind.” Elias froze. “Who?” “Looks like an admin override user.”

I feel and hear footsteps moving but I don't follow them, I'm drowning inside a large aquarium that closed the alarm leaving me here. - Yellow alert and code red in effect (...) Attention, fire in chamber 4. Attention, fire in chamber 4. (...) Contain the experiments. As a sign of resistance, kill, preserve the body to the maximum. (...) Attention, fire in chamber 4. (...) The tenths must be brought in safely. (...) Attention, fire in chamber 4. - A distorted voice repeated in the speaker.

Chemical conditioning. Then she found something that made her stop breathing. A handwritten note clipped to her file. Subject Twelve shows promise but maintains emotional attachments. Specifically to Subject Four. Recommend separation to complete conditioning. Below that, another note in different handwriting. Subject Four terminated. Subject Twelve's conditioning resumed. "Subject Four," Celeste whispered. "Who was Subject Four?" Her brother took the file. Searched through it. Found the roster. Ran his finger down the list. "Here. Subject Four. Enrolled age seven." He went quiet. "Real name: James Veritas."

Outside, the birds fell silent. A figure stood in our garden, between the rosemary and the struggling carrots. It was neither male nor female, clad in a robe of shifting, neutral grey. Its face was pleasant but forgettable, and it held a slate of smooth, dark stone in one hand. In the other, a stylus of white light hovered, ready to take notes. “Designates: Sze and Kairi,” it said. Its voice was calm, measured, and utterly devoid of inflection. “I am Assessor Seven. I am here to evaluate Incident Report 4492-Alpha and the ongoing status of your localized anomaly.”

“What does it show?” Damian pressed play. The footage began. The camera angle showed a sterile research room filled with monitors and equipment. Two doctors stood near a glass observation chamber. The timestamp glowed in the corner of the screen. Five years ago. One of the doctors spoke into a recorder. “Trial log recording. Project Aurora. Subject verification beginning.” The second doctor glanced at a tablet. “Subject identification: S-V-017.” Evelyn felt her chest tighten. Silas. The doctor continued.

And in the center—a chair that looked exactly like the one where I had first scattered across probability. Subject Seven emerged from the shadows. Behind him, Dr. Sarah Chen. Behind her, David in his wheelchair. All of them here. All of them waiting. "We have four hours," Subject Seven said without preamble. "Four hours before first consciousness seed completes integration. Four hours before the entity establishes new anchor. Four hours to destroy X-One, X-Two, and X-Three before they ensure their master survives." "How?" I demanded. "They're distributed across seventeen locations. They exist in quantum space. They—"