Scp-992 Novels & Stories

Somewhere high above, Maddox bellowed: "Security breach in Sublevel Nine. Contain the asset." Asset. That was all she was to them but to me, she was everything. The final door required biometric access. I grasped the guard I'd released a second ago and pressed his palm on the reader. The lock closed. It was colder in here and darker. Monitors lined all four walls, with images of brains and heat maps. She lay on a metal table now—bound down, wires on her temples and an IV delivering who-knew-what into her veins.

Third-Person POV Antonio couldn't shake the feeling that something felt wrong. He hadn't dreamed of Natalina in ages, but tonight, he dreamed of the look in her eyes during their last fight. It wasn't a look of hatred or resentment. All she had done was calmly stare at him, as if she was looking at a ledger that was written off. That calmness unsettled him. He picked up his phone to call her, but two notifications caught his eye. The first was an alert from the Ragusa Famiglia's intelligence network with the headline reading, "The Corradini Famiglia is set to seal a marriage alliance with a Famiglia in Nipalino."

Sweat rolled down his face as panic consumed him. “You have five seconds before I lose my patience,” I said coldly. “I swear…” “Four.” “Please listen…” “Three.” “She’s in Sector Nine!” he blurted out desperately. Silence filled the room. My jaw tightened. Sector Nine. Even I knew about that place. An underground holding facility used for high-risk detainees. People sent there usually disappeared. “Who ordered her transfer?” The director hesitated. Jasper pushed the gun harder against his head. “Talk.”

"Priority Alpha. Direct from the Celestial Spire." I took the datapad from him. The screen glowed with the Lugal’s seal—the crescent moon eating the sun. COMMANDER ASHFANG. DEPLOY IMMEDIATELY TO SECTOR 99. BONE WASTES. INVESTIGATE SEISMIC ANOMALIES. SECURE THE SOURCE. "Sector 99," I rumbled. Staring at the coordinates. "That is the Dead Zone. Nothing lives there. Even the Rogues avoid it." "The Onyx Guard isn't avoiding it," Wolfy pointed out. He zoomed in on the map. Zip. "Satellite telemetry shows the heavy battalions moving into position here and here. They are setting up a perimeter."

Confident. Leonard didn’t lower the gun. "You have five seconds to tell me who you are before I splatter your brains on the marble." She slowly unzipped the front of her jacket and pulled out a sleek ID card. She tossed it toward him. It skidded to a halt near his feet. Leonard kept his gun trained on her as he knelt to pick it up. He read it. CAMILA ROTH. INTERNAL INTELLIGENCE. SECTION 9.

“He’s… progressing.” “Emotionally?” “Detached. Like he was born knowing how to betray people.” “Perfect.” __PRESENT — VESPER RUINS__ “He’s C-9,” Eve said softly. “He just doesn’t remember.” Chaewon’s stomach turned. “No.” Eve’s voice softened. “You were always meant to find each other. Test each other. Destroy each other.” “Stop—” Chaewon yelled. “Because that’s what the protocol was for. Not creation. Not inheritance.”

"That's impossible." Malik fast-forward. More video. More test results. The girl—my replica, but not me—is injected with something; her body spasms. The screams echo from the tinny speakers. "Subject R-9," Pandora reads. "Test batch: Greyborn." Roman gasps sharply. "She was trying to clone you." No…" I breathe. "Not clone, but to recreate." The video cuts once more—this time, to Sierra in a dark room, taping.

He had traded his blood-stained trench coat for a clean, matte-black tactical jacket, but the M-99 Archangel sniper rifle remained slung across his back—a permanent fixture of the man he had become. He looked through the frosted glass of the nearest pod. Inside lay a woman, impossibly pale, a network of intravenous tubes feeding synthetic nutrients into her atrophied veins. A thick, silver neural-link cable was clamped to the base of her skull, trapping her consciousness in the digital purgatory of the Quarantine Zone. "How many in this wing alone?" Ren asked, his voice low.

Names began to scroll. Personality Templates: • MIA – Conflict Mediator • REX – Executive Strategist • LENA – Emotional Core Support • GRAY – Security Compliance Elias stiffened. “GRAY?” Charlotte zoomed in. A Ward-series clone. Active. Suddenly, Shade’s voice hit the channel. Urgent. “We have movement. You’ve got heat signatures shifting back to corridor C-9. Someone’s staying behind.” Elias froze. “Who?” “Looks like an admin override user.”

The Spire’s core was just ahead, a pulsating, white-gold heart that radiated a frequency so powerful it made my teeth rattle in my skull. I reached the maintenance hatch—a circular plate of reinforced obsidian. It was locked with a biometric seal. "Vessel 002 detected," a cold, feminine voice echoed in the pipe. "Identity: Zora Vane. Status: Rogue. Biological purge initiated." The liquid around me began to boil.