Scp-555 Novels & Stories

【SYSTEM WARNING: SSS-CLASS FOUNDATION PROTOCOL HAS BEEN OVERRIDDEN BY AN EXTERNAL AUTHORITY. A cold mechanical female voice suddenly echoed through the elevator. Ding. The elevator stopped. Not at its destination. Someone had forcibly seized control. There was only one authority aboard the flagship capable of overriding Alexander's command. The Founder's Code. The elevator doors slid apart. Rows of black-clad operatives filled the corridor. Armed. Motionless. Waiting. At the far end stood a medical wheelchair. An elderly man sat in it. Thin tubes connected him to an oxygen system. His body looked frail.

[Scene 6: Suspense] We pulled apart as a low-frequency hum vibrated through the concrete slab. One of the obsidian ships had entered the harbor, its bow cutting through the water with terrifying precision. A single beam of black light—a negative-spectrum laser—shot out from the ship, scanning the ruins of the mansion. It stopped on us. "They’ve locked onto the somatic signature," Dante muttered, his hand going to the master drive still embedded in my wrist. "They aren't sending a diplomat, Ivy. They're sending a Retrieval Unit."

The birth chamber. Rows of pods containing half-formed humanoids, bathed in blue light. Each face eerily blank. Each body growing around a core of synthetic Eden serum. “It’s a factory,” Julian whispered. “No,” Alma said. “It’s a covenant.” They moved quickly to the main server, Selene hacking the biometric lock. Inside, Alma stared at a screen. “Welcome, Alpha Subject: A13.” The interface recognized her. Accepted her. “System override possible,” a voice said.

“We found it.” My heart slams. “Talk.” “There’s a synchronization trial,” he says. “Project Five’s final phase. It’s starting now. Or soon.” Harley cuts in, raw and furious. “They’re using her as the anchor.” The word punches the air from my lungs. “And Patient Five?” I ask. A beat. Gavin exhales sharply. “She’s not just a patient. She’s a failsafe. If Alessi doesn’t survive the sync, they’ll transfer what they can into the other girl.”

he ordered, nodding toward a reinforced bench along the wall. I didn’t argue. The ankle would betray me if I tried to stand through this. I sat, hands folded in my lap, nails digging into my skin beneath the calm surface. Minutes stretched. Orders flew. The storm outside howled like it was cheering the destruction on. Then, suddenly, one of the monitors went black. Lucas stiffened. “Corridor five is compromised,” another voice said urgently. “They’re inside the house.” Inside. My pulse roared in my ears.

Dylan knew something was wrong the moment his phone buzzed in his pocket. He had just stepped out of a shareholder video call when the device vibrated against his thigh with a ping that set his instincts on high alert. He pulled it out and saw a message—not from Rachel, not from Grace, and not from any of his staff. It was from one of his private surveillance agents positioned near the coffee shop. **“Unidentified female—possible supernatural. Engaged brief interaction with subject Dockham. Leaving scene now.”**

“Creating what?” Dorian shifted uncomfortably, his hand resting near his gun. “If Elise’s father is trying to cover this up, it means either the experiment failed… or it worked too well.” I swallowed hard. “And if it worked?” Leon’s expression was unreadable. “Then someone out there isn’t just a survivor. They’re something else.” Dorian moved to the rusted shelves, rifling through the old files. “There’s got to be more.” He pulled out another folder, flipping through it quickly. “Here. ‘Subject Theta. Final Phase: Relocation Protocol.’”

Michael managed to say, still not looking into Killian’s eyes. “Prisoner 555, who might that be?” Killian asked. “Prisoner 555 also known as Adrian Alexanderis” Michael answered then Killian remember who Prisoner 555 was, the man who destroyed everything he worked for years back when he was still new to the Council” “Why am I just hearing of this, Thorne told me he was taking care off, dead men don’t attack a research facility“ Killian yelled throwing the cup of wine he had in his hand at Michael who had his head still facing the ground, Michael managed to dodge the cup but only by an inch.

Something that didn't belong in a "Real World." A **Titan** stepped out of the shadows. It was thirty feet tall, its body made of rusted iron and pulsing violet tubes. It had the face of a man, but the eyes were giant searchlights. On its chest, a large silver logo was etched into the metal: **AETHEL-GROUP: ASSET RECOVERY**. "Subject 01 and Donor 04," the Titan’s voice boomed, sounding like a thousand speakers blowing out at once. "You have exceeded your 'Independence' quota. Please remain still while your 'Conflict Data' is harvested."

*Test subjects. Aleksandr stepped forward, studying the nearest chamber. The label read: SUBJECT 017 – STATUS: ACTIVE Suddenly, the figure’s eyes snapped open. A sharp alarm blared through the lab. Elena’s heart pounded. “We need to move, now.” Hydra’s Trap Above ground, Dante and Luca had infiltrated the facility’s control center. Screens flickered with security feeds—guards mobilizing, alarms flashing red. Luca swore. “They knew we were coming.”