Scp-971 Novels & Stories

“Stronger this time.” Leon hesitated. “Stronger?” “She’s starting to become aware. It’s too soon.” I stared at her sleeping form. “I need something that makes it foggy. Something that fucks with the timeline. Short-term.” Silence on the other end. Then: “There’s a new compound they’ve been testing. N-93. Neurological scrambler. Messes up memory formation at the source. Should I send for it?” “Is it safe? Has it been tested?” I asked. Although it doesn’t matter. She doesn’t matter.

I feel like I will never escape from the cage I spent so many years of my childhood in. The dream of my first time in the laboratory haunts my mind, a constant reminder that I am the Dark Alpha’s pet, Experiment 399. I subconsciously ran my fingers down the back of my leg, feeling the permanent engraved scar of 399, and then felt the scar over my lower abdomen. Closing my eyes, I let out a whimpered sigh. The buzzing of my phone breaks into my thoughts and I see its Benji calling. I swipe it open, and press the speaker before resting it on top of the small stool I keep near the side of the tub. “Hello?”

*Test subjects. Aleksandr stepped forward, studying the nearest chamber. The label read: SUBJECT 017 – STATUS: ACTIVE Suddenly, the figure’s eyes snapped open. A sharp alarm blared through the lab. Elena’s heart pounded. “We need to move, now.” Hydra’s Trap Above ground, Dante and Luca had infiltrated the facility’s control center. Screens flickered with security feeds—guards mobilizing, alarms flashing red. Luca swore. “They knew we were coming.”

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.

There, at the far end of the lab, was another row of cryogenic pods, these larger, more advanced, more guarded. Above them, a sign, REBIRTH PROTOCOL AUTHORIZED CHAMBERS Olivia walked down the row. Chamber 1: Jessica Rivers; STATUS: TRANSFORMATION ACTIVE Chamber 2: Mira Hale; STATUS: DORMANT Chamber 3: Sabine R; STATUS: DORMANT Chamber 4: Arielle V; STATUS: DORMANT She reached the last one. The biggest chamber. Lights flickered around it. The computer screen beside it glowed brighter than the others.

Something escaped from that tank and killed him. Harper picked up the clipboard from the skeleton's hand. The last entry was scribbled in shaky handwriting: Subject 001 has breached containment. Protocol failed. May God forgive us. - A.S. "Subject 001?" Harper read aloud. A noise came from the darkness at the back of the lab. Scrape. Scrape. Like claws on metal. The three of them went dead silent. They weren't alone. "Louis," Sebastian unholstered his gun, his hand steady despite the shock. "You said the lab was abandoned."

The stranger’s voice roared now. You will destabilize global systems. You will cause economic shock. You will create casualties. Isabella’s eyes filled but did not spill. Then let humanity decide how to recover. Not you. Ninety nine percent. Her thumb hovered over. The chamber vibrated violently. The synchronization bar froze at ninety nine. Waiting for completion. Or interruption. Alexander whispered. Choose. Isabella pressed confirm. The chamber exploded with white light. Every screen shattered into static. The synchronization bar disappeared. Emergency reset initiated.

He wore a uniform of the Prime Architects—a suit that seemed to be made of shifting liquid silver. "I am Overseer 09," the man said. "And you are correct, Subject 01. The girl is the anchor. She is the 'Undo' command. As long as she exists in this sector, the Intersection is considered an 'unstable build.' At the end of the 24-hour cycle, the system will automatically roll back to the last stable state." "The last stable state..." I felt the blood drain from my face. "You mean the 'Real World.' The world where she’s dead and we’re in a coma."

Then another. "It’s not the Mother," Malakai whispered. His knuckles turned white. "Then who is it?" The terminal doors at the far end of the station creaked open. A man in a clean, white lab coat stepped through. He wasn't a wolf. He wasn't a hybrid. He was holding a remote detonator. "Subject 7B," the man said. His voice was projected through the station’s PA system. "The test period is over. Please step away from the civilian and return to your containment unit."

that was deleting the universe. The Call of the Others "Elara... I’m picking up a transmission," Julian’s voice flickered into her mind, sharper than ever. "It’s not coming from the Ring. It’s coming from the other Shells." A holographic display bloomed in the center of the Spire. Dozens of icons flickered to life. Shell 402-Beta (The Scorched): High-heat signatures, feline-predator silhouettes. Shell 99-Zeta (The Abyssal): Aquatic shifters, bioluminescent energy grids.