Romans & histoires Scp

" I walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I felt a slight throb in my hand, but my mind was already moving to the next move. My phone was smashed on the patio, and a decoy laptop was currently melting Mark’s server. I headed to my room, reaching into a hidden compartment in the headboard for my *real* device. I needed to see if **7th_Perfection** had seen the fireworks. As I logged in, a message popped up immediately. **[7th_Perfection]:** *The Vance server just went dark. Beautiful work, Fox. I hope the 'Princess' didn't get too wet during the delivery.*

They were trying to Move us to a Remote Server where we would be under the permanent control of the Maintainers. "They're not killing us," I gasped, my hands shaking as I saw the "Upload" progress bar appear on my HUD. "They're Backing us up. And once the backup is complete... they’ll 'Delete' the local copy. They’ll delete the world." [MIGRATION_PROGRESS: 99.99%] [SYSTEM_FATAL_ERROR: CONNECTION_RESET_BY_PEER]

With a deep breath, I take my half empty tumbler and the rest of the bottle of scotch and head to my bedroom where there will be even more memories of Julia. I am haunted by a person who is perfectly alive and well, and it is worse than the ghosts of a thousand dead people. As I lay down and close my eyes, I have to wonder what I will do if she doesn’t contact me tomorrow. I’m not sure, but I know I can’t go on like this much longer. It’s killing me, slowly but surely.

Caleb Davenport wants to see me naked. Caleb Davenport actually saw me naked and wants a second look. The memory of his scream and stare earlier makes heat pool between my thighs. Fucking idiot. I scold myself. “Stop messing with me,” I warn, because that’s exactly what he is doing. Messing with me, that’s his favourite pastime whenever I’m in his sights.

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I slam my fingers against the keyboard, executing the manual root override command. The monitors flash bright white for a single second, followed by the immediate, blessed silence of the data stream cutting off. The progress bars freeze entirely. The data transfer is dead. For three long, agonizing seconds, nobody breathes. The only sound in the room is the faint hum of Liz's cooling fans. Then, my laptop screen lights up with a bright, crisp green notification. CONNECTION TERMINATED. TRACE COMPLETED: HOSTILE IP SIGNATURE PERMANENTLY LOGGED [LOCATION IDENTIFIED: SERAPHINA_LAPTOP_REMOTELINK].

“Port 6889. That’s where the data stream splits off. If Hale was sending something hidden, it’s buried there.” Adrien’s eyes flicked to him, admiration blending with exhaustion. “You caught that faster than I did.” Ryan allowed himself a small grin. “Guess I’m learning from the best.” Adrien didn’t answer, but his mouth curved slightly. Then, just as the code broke open, a new window flooded the screen a hidden folder. /ScepterArchive_01/ Adrien’s breath stilled. “That’s one of Viktor’s old operations. The ones he buried after” He stopped himself. The memories weren’t worth finishing.

she murmured, turning her monitor toward them. Lines of code pulsed in pale green, crawling like ants across the screen. USER ID: UNKNOWN 00. ACCESS TIME: 03:07 UTC – during the reset. Command: Mirror Copy Initiated. Sophia’s stomach knotted. “A mirror copy of what?” Clara’s voice cracked. “Of everything.” What followed felt like chasing ghosts through a labyrinth of servers with each trace colder, more obscure, more deliberately hidden than the last. The trail leapt continents, burrowed beneath encrypted firewalls, and finally ended in a place Sophia knew far too well: Lagos.

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Me and the vamp had only met once, well before this situation, and that was the day the war really began. See, my father and every other elder in my pack believe that the war started whenever vamps and werewolves were made; that we were just naturally opposed being that we are opposites. The vamps are slaves to the sun and us wolves are slaves to the moon. Anyways younger and more intelligent souls, like me, believe that we lived in a sort of mutual hatred before the situation of the vampire queen.