The Shy Guy Scp Novels & Stories

🌱🌱SCOTT🌱🌱 "Ahhhhhhhhhhh" I yelled as I open the knot of the door, luckily Mom and Dad weren't at home, I clutch my head in pains as I headed towards my room, few hours earlier, I felt a banging pain in my head and had to leave Liam behind, a voice kept speaking to me, I felt something or someone trying to take over my body, I felt my brains twisting against itself and I yelled in pain

Scott's embarrassment was overshadowed by the urgent need to disable the bomb. Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed, his body shaking with desperation. He tried to steady his hands, but they trembled uncontrollably. “I still haven’t gotten a girlfriend,” Scott whispered between his tears. “She is supposed to give me an answer tomorrow.” I couldn't even cry or scream, I just shut my eyes and looked into heaven. This is it, I'm coming to you, Lord, although it's early, please welcome me with open arms. Since I’ve suffered enough on earth, I'm definitely not going to hell. Time of death: 25/9/2025

In particular, I pay extra attention to a pack member named Shane. Listening to his thoughts, I'm careful to not draw attention to myself. He is a member of the security squad and it would make sense that he knows every twist and turn we make because they have intimate knowledge of it all so they can protect us. Perhaps we are going to have to remedy that quickly if we are to secure everything and get down to the bottom of this.

*Content warning* This chapter contains sensitive content (abuse/assault) that some may find triggering or upsetting. It's not graphic, but I advise you to skip this chapter or read it at your own risk. “I’m going to ask you one more time.” Detective Scott sighs tiredly. “Where is Shayla Hoult?” I watch behind the glass as Sophie rolls her eyes and shrugs her shoulder.

he smirked, his lips curling upward. The next day, Shawn was busy in his office, focused, his eyes fixed on the papers in front of him. He was still engrossed in his work and didn't bother to know who walked in. Sly stood by the door, smirking at Shawn, his expression turning triumphant, his eyes sparkling with amusement. His men were safeguarding outside the office, their faces serious, their eyes scanning the surroundings. "Hello, old-time friend," Sly said, his voice smooth and charming, and Shawn made a pause, slowly raising his head to him. Shawn's face neutral, his eyes calm. "No time, no see," he said, and Shawn stared at Sly, his expression turning wary.

“Shuan , I thought you had to go to work , how come you are lying in my room , without my permission , for the record , I do not like it and I would really appreciate it if you take your time and come in here without telling me . Shuan stood up from the bed abruptly, making me jerk back in fear . I didn’t know why he had to stand that way , but shuan , it wasn’t just it . “I thought you missed me and I thought that I was someone you valued and you want to see , but it seems like I was wrong and I was the one who got it all wrong here , after all you have met a young guy who is as hot as me and now you want to change me huh ?”

Malik knocks on a rusted door five times, then again in some pattern I don't even care to understand. A grille opens. Eyes. Cautious. Bloodshot. Then it opens completely. "Damn," the man mutters. "You bringin' ghosts now?" "Where's Scythe?" Malik growls. "At the back. Feeding rats." We went in. The place reeks of oil and secrets. There are crates against the walls, some marked, some not. I hear the crackle of a radio, the soft whine of old tech systems booting up. Scythe is a thin man with a face that has been cut in half and an attitude that has tripled. His smile is a dying neon sign when he turns to me.

The second of the slim guys was a bit different; he had a shaved head and weird tattoo patterns on his right arm with a dark look. Something about the smaller two unsettled me; they looked fierce and dangerous. More dangerous-looking than the big guys. The air was mixed with scents that seemed both normal and abnormal. I suspected that the abnormal scents came from the slim guys. “If we're right about the map," the big bald-headed guy said. “She should be around these areas. SD reported seeing her around these areas countless times." A map? Who's SD? Has this SD been watching me?

"There." A coffee shop was a block away. They made it to the corner and peered in all four directions. The area was older, with established homes and neighborhoods. Exactly the kind of area where Scott could slip in and hide. He was normal looking, as though he belonged. "Okay, you aren't going to like this," Ghost said. "What?"

In the dimly lit street, Shawn's silhouette emerged, casting an enigmatic shadow. Curiosity sparked in Skylar's eyes as he spotted Shawn, a familiar figure in the late-night darkness. Approaching him, Skylar inquired, "Shawn, what brings you out here at this hour?" The night air carried a nervous energy as Shawn, avoiding eye contact, confessed, "I just wanted to go for a walk, but it turned into a long jog." The silence hung in the air, filled with unspoken questions. Skylar, torn between the urgency of the call and the intrigue of Shawn's late-night presence, nodded in apparent acceptance. Meanwhile, Shawn's gaze darted around, anxiety evident in his restless movements.