Scp-555 Novels & Stories

“Dorm 09… officially offline.” But just as relief started to settle in, a faint hum began again deeper, almost subterranean. Nora froze. “Wait. Do you hear that?” Adam frowned. “What now?” Lola’s eyes snapped open again only this time, they weren’t blue. They were dark. Endless. And from the cracked remains of the core, a single voice whispered: “Phase Five: Global Activation.” The lights flickered.

The rest of the messages seemed to be about menial stuff, and I exited out of it, scrolling through the rest of the messages and information. I'm finally able to read the notes that two of the employees that take part in the Testing in Main City, reading through the strange abbreviations and terms I don't understand. Through context, I'm able to see that it was in fact Celia that they're observing, subject #C555. She's going through all the tests with flying colors. I freeze as I read the next paragraph. "...subject #C555 has been tested to terminate rogue Senator Shayla Connors. Subject has passed and is confirmed for leveling up."

"Alex I am feeling very frightened here. Everybody had gone out to watch a horror movie playing at a nearby theater and I am alone. Could you please come home instead of the driver to pick me? "Why did you stay alone in the house? With the evil blooming over you, Amara you thought you could stay at home? And you did not feel it important to consult me before you take your decision?" Alex blew a pique on Amara. For a few moments there was a pin drop silence on the other side making Amara more pensive in her present condition and after she felt like an age of waiting he finally replied. "I will be right back." And the next second the line went dead. A girl hardly around the age of ten dressed

The obsidian mirrors of its eyes didn't reflect the room; they reflected a streaming scroll of violet code. [ANALYZING_THREAT_PATTERN...] [TARGET: ALPHA_01] [WEAKNESS_IDENTIFIED: EMOTIONAL_LATENCY] "He can't hear you, Xander!" I screamed, my fingers flying through a translucent, golden HUD that was flickering with red warning signs. "The Maintainers haven't just possessed him; they’ve moved his consciousness into a Deep-Storage Partition. Everything he is—his loyalty, his memories—it’s all in Read-Only Mode. He’s being piloted by a combat-script that has ten thousand years of predator-data behind it!"

Lena screamed: “HELP! SOMEBODY—HELP ME!” Kass lifted the syringe again. “The prototype must adapt quickly. Your blood will complete the stabilization.” Lena’s breath hitched. She was going to die here. Or worse— be used to birth monsters like this thing in front of her. “No—please—STOP!” The prototype lunged. Lena braced— And then— The entire room shook. Lights flickered. An alarm blared overhead. INTRUDERS ON SUB-LEVEL SEVEN. INTRUDERS ON SUB-LEVEL SEVEN.

I opened the next document, another fragment, this one tagged Incident Report, RDM-47B. It contained only a few sentences: “During containment, subject displayed uncontrollable electromagnetic discharge. Room temperature dropped by 15 degrees within seconds. When conscious, subject described recurring visions of a burning field and a girl made of gold. Council observer recommends continued sedation until resonance levels stabilise.” I felt the blood drain from my face. The “burning field,” the “girl made of gold.” Rain. That was Rain. I exhaled slowly, steadying myself. The laptop hummed quietly, a low electronic heartbeat in the silence.

“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.

Wet, heavy, steaming in the cold light of the chamber. It wasn’t a mimic. It wasn’t a reflection. It was a predator. “Zone Five is compromised,” Sophie said, her voice low, tight. “Something’s still active. Something new.” Julian and Charlotte were already moving. Zone Five was two levels below, accessible only by a descending junction core. Elias glanced at the readings and cursed. “There’s no network footprint. It’s off grid.” Robert leaned forward, squinting at the display. “It was sealed in a secondary vault — hidden even from the mimic cluster.”

What did that even mean? “I have no idea what you're getting at,”she said to the young girl.”What are you speaking of?” “She has lived in the shadows for a long time,watching and waiting for you.” “You’re not making any sense,”Beth replied,agitation rising in her voice. “Have you not felt her Beth?Here in your home?She watches you,growing stronger every day,she wants your life and she will end it when she’s ready.” Now Beth was getting mad.Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying?

Five years of humiliation and five years of being less than a person… Had I even been like a human to them? “You two! Check that side!” Voices echoed from the yard. They were closing in. I snapped back to myself and tore down the mountain path as fast as my legs would carry me. Back in the city, I flagged down the first cab I could find and went straight home, to the place Melissa and I once called home. My steps froze when I pushed open the study door, it was filled with monitors, all displaying live feeds of the estate. Every room, every path, and even the stable that I’d slept in for five years, were displaying right in the middle of the screen.