Scp-978 Novels & Stories

Colton had given him the file—encrypted logs of off-grid sites funded quietly by Echo. The compound was nestled beneath camouflage netting, indistinguishable from the forest around it. Julian broke in through a side access panel with tools forged from memory and years of espionage. Inside, he found labs long since powered down—but not forgotten. Stasis chambers lined the walls, each labeled with names, genetic codes, and the prefix "H-X." Helix subjects. Some chambers were broken. Others were still… occupied. He snapped photos, sent encrypted messages back to Colton and Savannah, and then froze at one file in particular. MIRA: H-X-009. Status: Active. Escaped. Unknown.

There were no iron spikes driven into its spine, and no glowing cables attached to its skull. "This is Subject Zero Nine," Julian said, his voice dripping with a triumphant, professional pride. "A standard rogue captured within the city limits three days ago. As you can see, there are no visible cybernetic components. The tracking device is a microscopic liquid-crystal array that was introduced via a standard vaccination syringe. It integrates directly with the cerebrospinal fluid, using the wolf's own bio-electric field to power the antenna." "And what does it do?" Alpha Montgomery asked, her sharp eyes scanning the video feed for any sign of distress in the animal.

That wasn’t synthetic. Neither was mine. A soft tone interrupted the silence. New notification. Not from the apartment. From my tablet. I crossed the room slowly and picked it up. The screen displayed a single classified document. PROJECT ORPHEUS Behavioral Synchronization Trial – Phase III Primary Objective: Emotional Dependency Pairing for Executive Stabilization My blood went cold. Below it— Subject A: Reid, Shawn Subject B: Agreste, Catriona Status: Convergence Successful Shawn went utterly still behind me.

"Elara! What have you done to your father!" Vivian was at the top of the stairs, her face contorted with rage. She held a small, black remote—the "Reset" trigger. "Don't bother, Vivian," I said, not even looking at her. "I’ve already 'Encrypted' the local grid. Your remote is just a piece of plastic." Vivian pressed the button. Nothing happened. The red light on the remote blinked once and then died. "You... you’re supposed to be a 'Subject'!" Vivian screamed, her voice cracking. "You’re a 'Delta-Instance'! You’re a vat-grown copy of a six-year-old girl!"

"It's off. Evie, it's off." "Good." She didn't move. She kept the glass pressed to her stomach. The Cleaner stepped onto the bottom floor. "Protocol 9 is still active," he said. "What?" I looked up. "The deactivator stops the explosion," the Cleaner said. He picked up the surgical saw. It began to whir with a high-pitched, bone-chilling scream. "It does not stop the harvest. The mother is redundant." He lunged. I fired. The bullet sparked off his shoulder plating.

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?”

said Noel. “Calm down, Princess. Let me borrow your weapon for a second.” Said Alto. Alto just grab Noel’s hand without permission. “What are you supposed to do?” ask Nathan. “Because of you can’t freely release the Encoded Weapon, then we’ll force it out.” Said Stevan. “Oh, I see.” Said Alexa. “Here we go!” said Stevan. Squad 97 is ready to begin. “Encoded Weapon released!” said the whole Squad 97.

Damien turned to Elara. “They became ghosts.” Splice zoomed in on one particular file: Subject Echo-9. A redacted profile appeared—gender listed as female, age unknown, location: Garden Metro. But what froze the room was the image embedded in the file. A child’s drawing. Crude. Childlike. But undeniably powerful. A small girl holding hands with a woman in a white lab coat—presumably her mother. The girl had a red scarf around her neck, and a name written in crooked handwriting on the bottom of the drawing:

"Damian, look at this," I said, showing him the thermal imaging data. "Nine warm bodies in the facility. But vampires only documented eight children." "Could be staff. Vampire caretaker or security." "Thermal signature reads as child-sized. Human temperature patterns. And look at the location, it's isolated from both the protected children and the vampire personnel. Separate containment." I cross-referenced the data with Chrysalis Initiative records I'd managed to access through Guardian channels. Looking for any child matching the ninth presence. Any documentation of enhanced individuals with Elara's specific consciousness profile.

N Protocol - Subject 07" Her hands trembled as she opened it. A series of medical reports filled the screen growth charts, DNA enhancements, emotional suppression records. And the she saw it. Subject Name: Aurora Collins Status: Contained - Relocation initiated Located: Facilty Delta - Sector 9 Jessica covered her mouth, tears flooding her eyes. Aurora. That was her baby's name. The one she'd whispered before the world burned. Behind her, the faintest creak of floorboards broke the silence. She spun, weapon drawn but her breath hitched when she saw the figure emerging from the shadows.