Scp-565 Novels & Stories

“Miller was walking me out, cutting the tour short. Just as we passed a heavily reinforced steel door, it happened. A researcher burst out of a side hall — sweating, breathless — and shouted, ‘It worked! It worked!’ He was looking straight at Dr. Torres.” Emily’s eyes narrowed, recalling the moment. “I instinctively turned toward where he came from… and that’s when I saw it. The door had just started to slide shut, but I caught a glimpse of something etched at the top — faint, like it wasn’t meant to be seen. ‘LVL-VI.’” She looked between Alex and Charles. “There were no indicators, no warning signs, no security panels on the outside. Completely hidden. If not for that scream, I wouldn’t hav

Horror. “Which one are you?” Both answered: “Your father.” She began crying. Exactly the disaster. Elena looked toward the suitcase. “Nora!” No answer. Claire shouted: “Stop the attachments!” Nothing. Then Window stepped forward. She closed her eyes. Her voice changed. Not possessed. Remembering. “I know the command.” Claire stared. “What command?” “One of my six sources knew Domain Zero protocol.” “Window, you don't have to—” “I know.”

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.

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.

“Trying to control something that doesn’t want to be controlled.” Adrian stared at him for a long moment. “That makes two of you.” That night, Evelyn couldn’t sleep. The mark pulsed too steadily, like a metronome counting toward something inevitable. She opened the folder again, tracing the name R. Draven with her finger. Below it, a half-faded note: Subject exhibited secondary resonance. Suggest containment before phase two. Her phone buzzed. Unknown Number: Containment failed before. It will again. Her fingers tightened. Who are you? she typed.

The stillness before an unseen storm. “This place gives me the creeps,” Lucien muttered from the front, fingers twitching over his tablet. “Signal interference is unnatural. Even EMP scramblers don’t block this much.” “They’re jamming it from the inside,” Kira said. “Whatever’s in there, they don’t want anyone getting out.” Tariq checked his explosives pack. “Or maybe they’re keeping something in.” The crawler came to a halt at the edge of a rocky plateau, where a steel hatch lay buried in ice and stone—barely visible beneath decades of frost. The entrance to Site 6.

Dark Soldiers’ Base – Holding Room Elliot stood before the bank of monitors in the control room, his reflection a grim mask in the glass. On the screens, six young men lay on simple cots in a sterile white room, each with a dull metallic bracelet clamped around one wrist. “We’re missing one,” Elliot said, his voice low. Amy stood beside him, her tablet in hand. “Yes, sir. The seventh signature. It’s… erratic. Fades in and out. The profile fits the historical parameters for the entity code-named ‘Shadowalker.’ How do we find him?”

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.

The hallway leading into the penthouse was empty, but the smart-locks on every door in the living room began to cycle rapidly, clicking open and closed in a rhythmic, terrifying pattern. "It’s not just watching us," Pim whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs. "It’s coming for us." The lights in the room flickered, then dimmed to a blood-red emergency hue. The large holographic display on the wall surged to life, showing not a stock graph or a news feed, but a live feed of the penthouse’s own surveillance cameras. Pim saw herself and Chalida standing by the island, framed by the camera. The image shifted. It zoomed in on Pim’s hands, then on the tablet, then on the glass in Chalida’s

The audio continued to play, the static clearing to reveal an older, archived recording —a conversation dated exactly six months ago, the very night I escaped the Thorne Tower. Voice of Victoria Vance: The transfer is complete, Zero. The Level 5 security bypass codes for the Thorne penthouse have been uploaded to your server. Disable the cameras for ninety seconds. Let the girl out, make sure she thinks she’s escaping on her own, and feed her the data on my syndicate. We need her to turn into a weapon that destroys Malakai from the inside. Voice of Zero: Understood, Ms. Vance. The asset will be extracted tonight.