Scp-786 Novels & Stories

“Then it’s war.” “No,” I said, standing. “War was last month. This is demolition.” As I left, Elsa followed. But not for Damon. She slipped me a note in the corridor. “He’s hiding something in the Mirage Vault. Room 76.” I didn’t ask how she knew. I went. Room 76 was locked by a biometric scan. But Damon wasn’t the only one with access. I’d lifted his key card weeks ago. Inside the documents were, flash drives and Cash. But one file stopped me. That was my mother’s medical report. The real one, not the version I’d seen last year.

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."

“They didn’t destroy the prototypes. They stored them.” “And fed on them,” a new voice said behind them. Evryn spun. Someone had joined them on the lift. A tall, pale figure in a technician’s coat, eyes glowing with a dull amber light. But it wasn’t human. Not anymore. “I’m Iteration 07. They left me awake,” it said. Evryn narrowed her eyes. “Why?” “Because I remembered too much,” 07 said quietly. “And now, so will you.” Suddenly, the lift jerked to a stop. The platform doors slid open, revealing a spherical chamber filled with floating data glyphs, all spiraling around a monolithic core. It pulsed slowly, like a sleeping heart.

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.

“Come out and show yourselves! Follow the sound of my voice! Any spirit or entity that’s here with us now! You can use our energy if you need iy! Use my energy! Manifest yourself!” “That’s when you hitchhiked the ride, right?” “Yes.” The image froze on him like that, open arms and daring smirk. “That, there, was the worst mistake of my life,” said Brandon’s voiceover. They cut to Amy’s interview, a stark contrast from the dark basement to the Manor garden under the sun. In her smiling, educational way, she gave a succinct description of what scavengers are, and explained that Brandon’s invitation for entities to use his energy had compelled one to attach itself to him.

alarm, I asked him to switch it off. We could run a little bit late for a change, I thought. But then I heard Neo shout “WHAT! YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME! HOW THE HELL DID SHE DO THAT!?” He must be talking about that crazy sister of his. What in God’s name did she do now? I dragged myself out of bed and went to join him. The look on his face was a mix of shock, anger, and disappointment. Neo told the person he was speaking to that he would be there soon and cut the call. He then told me that she was gone! “She escaped? What kind of people work in that damn station!?” I vented out angrily. He told me that he would have to inform his parents and if I could let Bella and Gabriel know. I phoned

Then a voice echoed through the tunnel. Artificial. Emotionless. Broadcast through hidden speakers. "Subject Six identified." Aruna froze. "Subject Seven identified." Orion's expression hardened. "Former Director Evelyn Cross identified." Evelyn closed her eyes. "Former Director Lucien Vale identified." Silence. Then— "Priority retrieval authorized." The voice disappeared. Nobody breathed. Marco looked around. "Retrieval?" A pause. "I don't think I like that word." Orion answered calmly. "You shouldn't."

"Unknown. They've been hidden for forty years. But if they're attacking Eva, they must be close. Must be monitoring the medical facility. Must be—" The power died. Emergency lighting activated. The medical equipment switched to backup power but the monitoring systems went offline completely. Someone was inside the facility. Subject Seven phase-shifted immediately. Moved through the building searching for the intruder. Found nothing. No quantum signatures. No physical presence. No indication anyone had breached security. But in the medical bay, standing beside my convulsing body, was a woman I had never seen before. Mid-sixties. Sharp features. Eyes that held intelligence too vast for human n

She’d decided in the gym that she would get proof from the source. Now, in the quiet, another part of her replayed older scenes: the back room of a cheap club, drugged air in her lungs, someone’s hand on the back of her neck, shoving her forward. Papers she hadn’t been allowed to read. A pinprick at her finger. A number replacing her name. “SIREN‑7,” a voice had said. “Asset acquired.” The first time she’d heard the name “Mother,” it had been a whisper in a steel corridor. Half fear, half worship.

"State the completely classified vocal passcode." Hot, incredibly thick tears of absolute defeat streamed continuously down his dirt-caked cheeks. "Ascension... Protocol... Omega... Seven... Nine... Absolute," Aryan choked out pathetically. "Excellent," Kiara whispered lethally. She elegantly picked up the highly advanced biometric retinal scanner. "Now, forcefully open your entirely pathetic, heavily bloodshot eyes."