Scp-445 Novels & Stories

The voice”her own voice, yet stripped of all warmth”had drifted from the darkness, but the source remained hidden behind the wall of canisters. She moved the light forward. In the canister nearest to her, a young woman slept”or was suspended”in a clear, viscous fluid. Her features were identical to Cattleya’s, down to the small, crescent-shaped birthmark on the left collarbone. The tag bolted to the base of the glass read: Subject: 402 - Termination Protocol: Failed. "I’m not¦ I’m not a copy," Cattleya whispered, her voice cracking. The sound was swallowed by the vast, oppressive silence of the vault.

scrolled by in an endless, tragic loop. Subject 04: Cognitive Collapse at 42%. Subject 09: Neural Hemorrhage at 58%. Subject 14: Personality Dissolution at 71%. "He was trying to build a god," Elena said, her voice trembling. "He didn't care how many girls he broke to do it." She walked toward a heavy, pressurized door at the end of the hall marked COLD STORAGE. Before Alexander could warn her, she pressed her palm to the scanner. The door hissed open, revealing a chamber filled with hundreds of floor-to-ceiling glass tubes.

Agnes whispered under her breath, her heart hammering in her chest. A sudden, blood-red file unlocked at the top of the queue: > **CLASSIFIED RECORD: OPERATION NIGHTFALL** > AUTHORIZATION: ARCHON MALAKOR / GRAND WOLF ASSEMBLY > EXECUTOR: MORRIGAN VANCE (STEP-MOTHER) > ORDER DETAILS: TOTAL INCINERATION / ASSET SEIZURE > Agnes’s breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes scanned the decrypted blueprint attached to the file—a highly complex, ancient Relic schematic stamped with her late mother’s personal crest: **The Apex Relic.**

I've walked past it a thousand times without ever paying attention, and I vaguely thought it must be a broom closet or a storage place. I'm surprised to see him use a series of codes on a digital dial to get the door to unlock. We enter a hallway with a succession of doors. Each time, Elio enters new codes or uses a different key. We end up going under the floor to find ourselves in front of the last door. As he opens the door, my whole being freezes in front of what I see. The room is entirely white from floor to ceiling, from the furniture to the linens. There are no windows, and the light is purely artificial.

“How about that one. D3M04/A4G31. It looks like the codes I saw on the other files.” Rowan opens the file and gasps. We don’t even notice that our noses are almost touching the screen as we read through the file. D3M04 10RD- Captured date 03/16/1999 - Present Subject showing signs of aggression after being separated from the mate. Due to genetic abilities, the subject is a viable donor for the life endurance of interspecies permutation. D3M04’S mate, A4G31, although a viable donor, is expendable. However, D3M04 10RD has proven himself to be unmanageable because of his superior abilities. Therefore, an arrangement has been made with D3M04 10RD that as long as he remains cooperative, A4G31 sh

Her hands trembled as she stopped on a document marked: “Transfer Request — Bailey [Redacted] Original Facility: Kensington Biological Research” Beneath that, handwritten: “Subject authorized by L.S. Turner. Emergency override protocol. Must not be awakened until memory sequence clears.” Bailey stepped back from the desk, stunned. L.S. Turner. Lyla. She whispered the name aloud—and the lights above her flickered. Then everything went dark.

"It's not up to you. You've already walked right into my hands." Her eyes narrow. "What do you mean?" I put the coin in the middle of the table, where I've already drawn the necessary symbols in white chalk. "The ghoul is in another dimension, and I need the coin to open the portal to get to him, but I also need a sacrifice in order to do that." Evelina's eyes widen in horror. "A sacrifice? You can't be serious." "I am," I say, my voice cold and calculating. "And you're going to be that sacrifice."

Sophia’s hand trembled against the console. “It’s teaching us to breathe together.” The lights dimmed — then steadied, bright and even. The computers displayed a single phrase, scrolled in dozens of languages: WE BEGIN. Raven stared. “It’s making contact publicly.” Sophia swallowed. “No. It’s introducing itself.” --- Geneva — Detention Level 4 Sørensen sat against the cold concrete wall of his cell, listening. Even here, buried beneath layers of reinforced steel, the hum persisted. It wasn’t oppressive. It was almost kind.

“What the hell—” Alexander turned his gaze toward me again. “You see, Elara? Even he doesn’t understand what you’ve become.” I stepped between them instinctively. “Don’t touch him.” “I don’t need to,” Alexander said. “He’ll come around. They always do.” “Who’s they?” Damien demanded. But Alexander didn’t answer. His attention shifted suddenly to the ceiling as a low alarm began to sound—deep, pulsing, urgent. “Containment breach,” the robotic voice announced over the intercom. “Sector Four lockdown disengaged.”

Like a nightlight in a child's bedroom. CORRECTION PROTOCOL, the Auditor said, its voice sharp. ITS EQUATION-SPECTACLES FOCUSED ON THE GLOWING SPHERE. THE FOURTH DEFECT IS GENERATING UNAUTHORIZED ENERGY OUTPUT. THIS CONSTITUTES A CATEGORY SEVEN IRREGULARITY. CORRECTION IS REQUIRED. "What kind of correction?" Katherine demanded through the comms. SUPPRESSION. RETURN THE ENTITY TO ITS DORMANT STATE. SEAL ALL ACCESS POINTS. RESTORE THE ORIGINAL CONTAINMENT PARAMETERS.