Scp-766 Novels & Stories

The other was a tall man with the permanent scowl of someone who'd once been a bureaucrat and now had to carry a gun. The woman introduced herself as Marta Sánchez, formerly Control Acquisition Division. The man, DeWitt, didn’t give a first name. Marta pulled a tarp off a metal cart. What lay beneath looked like a human brain, roughly basketball-sized, mounted on a mess of tentacles and chitinous limbs. It had no eyes, but ridges across its central mass pulsed faintly, as if registering light. "Meet the enemy," Marta said. "This is a dead one. We think. Don’t poke it."

She didn’t flinch—just spoke flatly. “Samuel. Don’t hover.” “Not hovering,” he muttered, spinning a screwdriver between his fingers. “Just... observing the sorceress at work.” Miriam rolled her eyes, pushing up her glasses. “You’re making the air tense.” He smirked faintly but stayed anyway. She found the file she was looking for. Timestamp: 9:47 p.m. Hallway 6A. Right at the entrance to House Six’s dorms. She slowed the footage. The grainy black-and-white flickered across her screen. David Huntsman, Adonis, and several of their lackeys moved with military-like coordination—silent, focused.

Once the intruder was close, Shawn opened a glass box attached to the wall and pressed a red button. Chloroform was quickly released into the living room through hidden pipes. This was to ensure that the intruder got weak or unconscious once he got to the living room. At this time though, Queen was in the living room, heading toward the door that led to the attic. She suddenly began to feel weak and dizzy. She looked around, trying to figure out what was going on. At this point, the door leading to the attic was opened. She turned to face the intruder but fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

he said. "Yuck, that's disgusting!" Both Allen and Kim exclaimed. "Just kidding assholes. Gotta go." he said and they all end the video chat. 'Just wait 'till I have you, Primo Aziel Hughes' he thought as a creepy smirk slowly painted on his face. Outside the office, Primo was breathing hard while running on the hallway, trying to run away from that guy. He had his suit fixed already and this agency is so huge he can't find his way out.

Elena shouted, but the line went to a terrifying, rhythmic static. Gaia, the newly humanized Sixth Sister, stood tall, her eyes reflecting the deep indigo of the ocean depths. "The Seventh is the Composite Mind. Silas didn't want to rule the world; he wanted to become the world. He mapped the neuro-signatures of every Northwood employee, every Syndicate member, and every person who ever downloaded a Northwood-integrated app. The 'Seventh' is the sum of their obedience." Alexander stared at the screen. Across the globe, from the streets of Lagos to the penthouses of London, people were stopping in their tracks. They weren't fighting. They weren't screaming. They were simply turning toward the

I murmured, my voice shaking. “This is an absolute physical reality, Alpha Parker,” Dr. Harris stated, a genuine smile breaking across his weathered features. “The pup’s primary vitals have demonstrated a massive elevation following the introduction of this anonymous canister, meaning our house can fully anticipate his system navigating the night watch in absolute peace.” The sheer relief drove hot tears from my eyes. “My office requires the exact identity of the predator who provided this volume so we can dispatch a proper tribute. Do your records isolate the specific donor, Ethan?”

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?

Eleanor was completely stripped of her mind, but as her trembling hand slipped off the armrest, an automated dead-man's switch hidden beneath the desk abruptly clicked upward. The entire command center bathed in a flashing, apocalyptic red light. "Sovereign protocol compromised," a sterile, automated female voice announced over the facility's intercom. "Initiating purge. Releasing Subject Zero from Sub-Level Containment." From the shadows of the far corridor, the heavy, agonizing scrape of metal chains dragging against the tile floor began to echo closer.

"I thought we were going to be the ones walking out of this. You always were the optimist, Pim. That’s why you’re the one who usually ends up bleeding." "I'm the one who ends up living," Pim snapped, lunging toward the server’s primary cooling vent. "Focus on the bypass. Now!" The doors to the study groaned as a heavy hydraulic ram slammed against the frame. Outside, the muffled, robotic voice of a team leader echoed through the corridor, devoid of human inflection. "Target acquisition confirmed. Initiate breach. Eliminate assets. Protocol 7-Beta in effect." "Protocol 7-Beta," Chalida hissed, her eyes widening. "That’s a scorched-earth directive. They aren't even going to try to capture us f

I say quietly. His gaze flicks to me. “So you know her name.” I don’t answer, I don’t have to. The man gestures toward a table littered with old terminals. “They said the fire killed everyone inside but I saw the extraction logs. I was ordered to shut down external feeds, thats how I know the fire wasn’t an accident.” My heartbeat slows. “Go on.” “They initiated something called Protocol 7A. It wasn’t evacuation, it was extraction. One subject removed under high security clearance. Name: Elia.”