Scp-766 Novels & Stories

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?”

"That's what the AI called me." "But this is dated 1950," Marcus said. "You weren't born." "Exactly," Jack stood up, clutching the file. The mystery of his lineage just got deeper, and darker. "I wasn't born. But someone else was." "Jack," Ben’s voice crackled over the comms. "We have a problem. A big one. Sensors just picked up movement in Sector 7." "Rats?" "No," Ben said. "Ghosts. Thermal signatures that don't exist. They're moving fast. And they're heading straight for the Command Center."

I was gone into the dark . Behind me, Liam's voice broke. "Kaia! Don't do this! Please!" But it was too late. The part of me that could answer him was already gone. Far away, miles underground, in a room lit by monitors and white lights, a red warning blinked on the screen: SUBJECT 07: OPERATIVE. PHASE ONE BREACH CONFIRMED. CONTAINMENT FAILED. RECOVERY PROTOCOL CONNECTED. Dr. Elena Voss put down her cold coffee and stared at the flashing alert.

Mara raised the view. “Is that it?” Eva didn't answer. Instead, she saw the ceiling. Everybody heard it. Steps. Up. Several. Slow down. Hard. Not the bald man. Not water. People. Then a voice from the bunker's loudspeaker. Old. Distorted. Male. “Station North at Marea headquarters. The subject has separated the bond. Protocol 7 activate. Secure target person.’ Eva's got a big deal. She whispered: “Oh no.” Mara got up.

His eyes roll back, unfocused, as his body shakes uncontrollably. "Hey! What the hell is happening?" I shouted, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him. "Talk to me!” In the corner of the room, a small red light blinks on a security camera. My colleagues and seniors were watching and listening to the interaction through the cameras and speakers in the room. I heard their urgent voices crackle over the hidden speaker. "He's been compromised!" one of them yells. "Someone has given him poison. Step back right now.” I stepped back, horrified, as the convulsions grew more intense. His body was jerking against the ropes, and the fumes continued to pour out, thickening in the air. His skin turns a g

"The Arbiter should have caught this. The AI was programmed to detect any unauthorized physical or digital intrusion within seconds. Why didn't the alarm trigger at the source the moment the magnetic clamp made contact?" "Because," Elena whispered, her hands trembling slightly as she pulled up the access log, "the parasitic device is using a signature that the Arbiter recognizes as 'Authorized'. It’s using a Vance-Vanderwall executive override code. A code that was supposed to have been purged during the merger. A code that shouldn't exist anymore."

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.

His expression is calm, almost disappointed, like I've confirmed something he expected. "Subject Seven," he says, consulting a tablet. "I thought you might be the first to attempt to escape during a security breach. Your psychological profile indicated elevated resourcefulness and risk tolerance." Subject Seven. Not even my name anymore, just a number in his research. "Let me go," I say, trying to project more confidence than I feel. "You have no right to hold me here." "On the contrary, I have every right. And unfortunately, your escape attempt demonstrates exactly why high-security containment is necessary for dimensionally affected individuals."

He would slam his hand on a table and stomp his feet. He gave the command and Manchi walked up the her and pulled the duct tape from her mouth so hardly that it caused some bruises. "Who the fuck is 7665? You must know him. Who is he? He demands your release!" Colton screamed in anger. Beatrix was surprised. She didn't know what that number meant. Like, who would best a figure as name. "I searched I don't know. Never heard of that code before." Beatrix pleased. "Liar." Colton walked up to her and slapped her soundly with his strong palm.

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.”