Scp-786 Novels & Stories

“They erased every trace of his existence. Every file. Every photo. But not this. This was buried, not deleted.” The screen in front of her flickered, then steadied. A video began to play. Her breath caught. It was a man with dark hair streaked with silver and eyes unmistakably hers. Laugh lines, strong jaw, that familiar crease between his brows when he frowned. A voice spoke over the footage, clinical and cold. “Subject: Dr. Marcus Harper. Former Chief Systems Architect, Crescent Initiative. Status: Terminated. Protocol: Specter Override failed. Subject not recovered.”

His hair was snow-white, his features impossibly sharp, and his eyes—shining through the high-definition display—were a bright, glowing, unnatural violet. "Good evening, city," the man's voice echoed from every street speaker, smooth, cultured, and chillingly familiar. "This is Richard Kelvin. A security breach has occurred tonight at one of my corporate residential sectors. A dangerous fugitive and his accomplice have stolen high-value asset blueprints." The screen shifted. Vivian’s breath hitched in her throat, a cold spike of absolute horror piercing her chest. Displayed in massive, crystal-clear definition across every screen in the entire city were two high-resolution facial scans.

" My stomach sank as a stone. The fire wall of the Archive flared up all of a sudden. We all turned about and looked at it. One symbol floated in the air….red, keen and throbbing like a wound. Wolf eye. Tyra swore to herself. They already are spying on us. The voice was distorted and was echoing in the room. Robotic and strata. Two or more persons talking simultaneously. The presence of subject seven has been detected. Integrity of code has been lost. Starting of reset scan. My heart hammered on my throat. "Is that the Council?" I asked. "Only their voice feed," Tyra grumbled. They have not got soldiers out yet. However, they will. Again the voice: Secondary unit Echo 7: in the field. Confli

Elias lifted his head— and saw Kass typing rapidly at a console. “What are you doing?!” Alexander shouted. Kass smiled coldly. “Ending this chapter.” She pressed the final key. A deep alarm shook the chamber. CONTAINMENT PROTOCOL: SELF-PURGE INITIATED. Alexander’s eyes widened. “Oh no. NO—NO—LENA, GET UP—WE HAVE TO MOVE—” Sable’s voice crackled over the intercom from somewhere above. “Alex! Elias! The entire level is about to detonate! They’re purging Sub-Level Seven!”

I said venom lacing my every word as I got off the bed stepping closer to her causing her eye's to widen. "Don't be intimidated, she is only a child" the demons voice rang out or at least that's what I think he is. Turning my head over I look at him "but I'm quiet excited to keep her around" he said smirking his dark eyes staring into my blue grey one's. "Well, is she up?" another voice came as the door opened "oh, looks like she is" looking over I see another woman but this one was wearing a deep red. Her killer cheekbones looked as if they were almost engraved in her face "Im Vera" she said reaching her hand out to me.

The voice was no longer filtered through speakers. It came from the dark at the far end of the service corridor, low and steady, carrying the same distorted resonance as the core itself. “Subject 47. Resonator. You have entered the primary imprint corridor. Further resistance is inefficient. Present yourselves for final registration.” Kael stopped so abruptly I nearly walked into his back. His hand stayed locked around mine. Through the bond the failsafe surged in open recognition of the voice, black flooding the edges of his amber eyes and holding there with more force than it had shown since the dais.

"Listen. Most of the maids and house staff in Lot 27 are genetically engineered humans. Or worse—robots with human flesh. You can't even take a picture of them without them fishing you out instantly." He rose from the throne, signaling the end of the meeting. "You have the intelligence. The aphrodisiac seller is key. She's at the centre of our intrusion or…MTP’s intrusion” He shrugged with a cynical smile on his face. “Whether she's a slut or a mistress, do as you please best with the information you have. I must excuse myself for dinner." He arose and galloped out of the room, leaving Qye alone. The Specter’s aide, Vorak Brandon, entered the room almost immediately, moving with unnerving st

"The 'Holding' protocol has expired. Repossessing raw materials." "Raw materials?" I yelled, the Red Blood surging back to life. I felt the violet spark Silas had left in me ignite, creating a strange, swirling energy that felt like a storm in my veins. "We aren't materials! We’re the ones who survived your 'Graveyard'!" The Null turned its green lens toward me. "Subject 01-A. Identified as: **High-Value Bio-Mass**. Synthesis of Red Blood detected. Recovery of the 'Prime Frequency' is mandatory."

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."

Her eyes were cold, diamond-blue mirrors. She looked exactly like the Grace Sterling on the billboards. But she was holding a heavy, black-iron scepter that pulsed with a rhythmic, blue light. "The Ninety-Day Clause is officially over," the woman said. Her voice was a perfect, high-fidelity replica of my own. She pointed the scepter at Ethan. "Unit 7," she commanded. "Initialize the Scorched Earth Protocol. Eliminate the corrupted hardware." Ethan stood up. He didn't look at me. He didn't look at the baby.