Scp-969 Novels & Stories

"The biological sensors are picking up a 'Culling Frequency' from the triangular ship. The creature is trying to detach itself from the peak. It wants to flee back into the dark!" ​"Hold it together, Harl!" I roared, my hands fusing with the central trunk of the Grove. ​I felt the mercury in my blood accelerate, the violet lattice pulsing with a new, intrusive stream of data. A window popped up on my internal HUD, a file I hadn't seen in a lifetime. It was a digital copy of my own medical residency papers from the university, annotated in a clinical, multifaceted script. ​Subject 09-Elara. Potential: High. Resistance to Conformity: Critical.

Notes scribbled in code still clung to clipboards tossed across the floor. “What were they doing here?” Mason whispered. Evelyn opened a drawer, fingers trembling. Photos. Notes. Logs. She stopped at a page marked Case Subject 9A. Age 16. Male. Transfer from “Hollow Branch.” Subject showed signs of high aggression post-serum. Terminated. “These weren’t criminals,” Evelyn said, voice low. “They were kids. Street kids. Runaways. Easy to disappear.” She didn’t say it out loud, but they all knew what she was thinking:

Mina pressed a button, and the six red dots turned green. She put the tablet down, saluted Stella Grace respectfully, and reported expressionlessly, "I'm number 1666 from the special-forces military. Our leader ordered me to protect you and listen to your instructions. The room has been placed under surveillance. Everything is recorder and taped. Do you need to remove them right away?" "Oh, re... remove them then." Stella stammered, taken back. Stella's cell phone rang. When she saw that it was Jasper's call, she answered immediately.

They moved in silence. The deeper they went, the colder the air became, full of copper and mold. Asher stopped short. "Did you hear something?" A whisper. Far away. Mechanical. "Cameras," Damien growled. "They know we're here." He pulled a jammer from his backpack, turned it on. The lights flashed once—then went dark. --- Facility Delta-9 did not show on any map. It should not have existed. But when they reached the sublevel designated 'E6-C,' there was a secured door waiting. Scanner pad. Retina lock.

Avery stared directly into his grey irises, attempting to extract a single watt of human resonance from the tyrant before her. Yet those pupils held no guilt—only an unyielding, absolute certainty. "That constitutes my own department's liability." She violently broke his grip, driving her fist back into his chest. "Speak! Where is she?" 杰西卡靠在走廊墙上，双臂抱胸，饶有兴味地看着。 "Kessler, how much longer does your network intend to execute this theater? Her biological source was extracted from the sector three years ago under your direct authorization. Even my department lacks the coordinates of her current cell. You treat every asset on this board as a disposable piece—"