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You’re staring into the grinning face of 
the inhuman flight attendant. Her eyes  

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too large and far apart, her teeth too 
sharp and too numerous. Her skin shiny  

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and wet. Fishlike. She holds the glistening 
chrome can and peels off the lid. Inside,  

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thick, knotted worms wriggle 
together. Your in-flight snack.

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Hungry?

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Less than an hour earlier, the researcher 
sits in his office at SCP Foundation Site-3A,  

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eyes excitedly glued to the monitor on his 
desk. On it, he can see a live video feed,  

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being streamed directly from the camera pinned to 
the collar of D-Class 1442. Through this remote  

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viewing setup, the researcher will be able to view 
the first manned testing of a recently acquired  

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anomaly- one so new that the official file is 
still actively being written. As a relatively  

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new researcher at the organization, this is his 
chance to make his mark on Foundation history.

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The anomaly is a plane, an entire plane retrieved 
from the Pacific Ocean and brought to a hangar  

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at the Site. Like many items recovered by the 
Foundation, it seems perfectly normal at first  

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glance. In fact, it almost seems...too 
normal. After crashing into the ocean,  

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the aircraft should be visibly damaged, but there 
is nothing wrong with it. Not so much as a scratch  

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on the exterior. The interior is pristine, and the 
mechanical parts are all perfectly operational.

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So, the higher-ups approved a series of tests to 
determine what exactly is so strange about this  

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plane. The best way to do that is to see it in 
action. Multiple D-Class have been placed inside,  

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scattered in various seats throughout the cabin. 
In the cockpit, the only Agent at Site-3A with  

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a pilot's license, Agent Kulkarni, prepares 
for takeoff. He sends a quick message to the  

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researcher at the monitor, letting him know that 
all systems are operational and ready to go. It's  

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time for this mysterious plane to take to the 
skies, and the researcher has a front row seat.

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The takeoff goes smoothly, with no 
notable anomalous activity. At this point,  

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it just feels like watching a 
first-person simulation of a  

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typical airplane experience. Then, as 
the plane reaches cruising altitude,  

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the intercom crackles to life, and a 
chipper voice makes an announcement.

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"Hello, everyone, and welcome 
to your flight with Kingfisher  

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Airlines! I'll be your pilot. Now 
that we've successfully taken off,  

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make sure to keep your seat belts unbuckled. 
Make our jobs a little easier, eh?"

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The researcher's brow furrows at the sound. 
That is not Agent Kulkarni's voice. Who is that  

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talking? He sends a message to Agent Kulkarni, 
but gets no response. Right, of course. He's  

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too busy flying the plane. The Researcher 
jots down a note on his clipboard, recording  

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the first instance of anomalous activity on the 
plane. Then, he returns his gaze to the monitor.

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He can see on the video feed that D-1442 has 
unbuckled their seatbelt in accordance with  

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the announcement's instructions. None of the 
D-Class appear to react to the announcement,  

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aside from taking off their seatbelts. As D-1442's 
camera pans down to the floor of the cabin,  

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the Researcher begins furiously scribbling 
notes once more. There is water running  

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through the aisles of the plane, soaking 
the carpeted floor. The Researcher squints,  

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noting dots of green throughout the water. 
Mold? No...seaweed. He's certain of it.

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The water trickles under D-1442's seat, 
soaking their shoes, and the researcher  

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waits for a reaction...but it never comes. 
It's as if the D-Class hasn't noticed the  

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apparent sea water spilling into the plane. The 
camera pans around the plane, and much to the  

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researcher's surprise and frustration, none 
of the other D-Class are reacting either. He  

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scribbles down some more notes; this must 
be part of the plane's anomalous nature.

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Those inside don't notice that anything unusual is 
happening, even though it is. But why sea water?

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He underlines the question several times for 
emphasis, but no answer reveals itself. At least,  

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not yet. He has to admit, it's a bit unsettling 
to see a plane full of D-Class acting as if they  

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are on a perfectly ordinary trip on a perfectly 
ordinary plane, as saltwater pools in their shoes,  

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seeping into their socks. Look at the seaweed 
floating through the waves of water, the  

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researcher can almost smell it, the briny sting of 
salt in his nose. He wonders what it might mean,  

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and shudders as his imagination runs wild. 
Perhaps the plane drowns its passengers...No,  

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there's no use getting ahead of himself. 
Better to just wait and see what happens next.

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It doesn't take long for the next dramatic 
development to unfold on the monitor. The  

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camera shakes violently, as the plane apparently 
experiences some turbulence. As if reading his  

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mind, D-1442 makes a comment about the 
turbulence, turning the camera toward the  

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window. Just like the water, D-1442 cannot see 
anything unusual outside. But on his monitor,  

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sitting in his office, the Researcher can see 
the truth- even if he doesn't understand what  

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it means yet. There is something caught on the 
wing of the plane, that much he knows for sure.

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He squints, leaning forward until his nose is 
almost touching the screen. What is that...?  

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The plane rocks again, and the wing is yanked 
upward a bit by what he can now see is some  

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kind of wire. He can't see where it ends, it 
just extends up into the sky until it vanishes  

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from view. And then D-1442 is turning 
the camera away from the window again,  

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and the Researcher can no longer 
inspect the wire tangled on the wing.

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The camera is now trained on the aisle again, 
where two figures are trudging through the sopping  

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wet carpet, wheeling a wobbly cart. As they move 
down the aisle and closer to the camera, the  

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Researcher manages to get a better look at them. 
A man and a woman, neither of whom look familiar  

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to him, both dressed in matching blue uniforms. 
On their blazers, they each wear a pin in the  

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shape of a fish and a hook. Atop their heads, blue 
hats are pinned in place. Though there is nothing  

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immediately off about their appearances, their 
very presence is of concern to the Researcher.  

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There were no flight attendants placed on board- 
why would there be? This goes beyond sea water and  

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strange wires on the wings, now there are brand 
new humanoids anomalously appearing aboard the  

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plane, wobbling down the aisle with a cart full 
of drinks. No, not drinks. Cans, of some kind.

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As the flight attendants walk, the Researcher 
takes note of their unusual gaits. They move  

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with awkward, arrhythmic, plodding steps, 
like a newborn deer learning to walk for  

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the very first time. For a baby animal, it's 
endearing. For two supposedly adult humans who  

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have appeared as if from nowhere, wheeling 
their cart of mysterious cans...it sends a  

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shiver down the Researcher's spine. As the 
female flight attendant approaches D-1442,  

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shiny metal can in hand, the camera 
captures a glimpse of her face up close.

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Her eyebrows are drawn on too high, giving her 
a wide-eyed, shock appearance. No, it isn't just  

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the eyebrows. Her eyes themselves are a bit 
too wide. Her mouth is stretched in a broad,  

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red-lipsticked grin showing just a few too many 
teeth for the Researcher to feel at ease. As she  

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offers the can to D-1442, and they reach out to 
take it, the Researcher notes that the flight  

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attendant does not blink once. She never speaks, 
either. She just holds that unsettling smile  

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and waits for D-1442 to take the can from her 
hand. Then, she moves on to the next passenger.

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D-1442's camera tilts down toward the can, 
and they peel back the lid to reveal its  

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contents. As the lens focuses, the Researcher's 
stomach turns at the sight. The can is filled to  

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the brim with writhing, squirming, fat and 
juicy earthworms. The sort his father used  

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to bring on family fishing trips to bait the 
hooks with when he was a little boy. D-1442  

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reaches into the can and pulls out a long, 
wriggling worm, lifting it toward their face.

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No...please, don't do it...but they 
can't feel the Researcher's revulsion,  

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nor do they seem to even realize they're holding 
a worm and not a more conventional airplane snack.  

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The camera is mercifully turned away from D-1442's 
face, so the Researcher doesn't have to watch,  

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but he can hear the wet chewing and he knows 
exactly what is happening. He covers his mouth,  

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fighting the urge to gag as he watches 
the rest of the D-class follow suit,  

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opening their cans and beginning 
to eat the worms one at a time.

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With all of the worms passed out, the two flight 
attendants begin to shample back up the aisle,  

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pushing the cart through the thick layer of green 
seaweed that now blankets the floor. There is even  

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more of it than there was a few moments ago, 
and the Researcher can no longer see any of the  

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carpet beneath. The two flight attendants vanish 
behind the curtain at the front of the plane,  

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leaving the passengers alone with their worms. 
Nothing else unusual happens for nearly two hours,  

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and the Researcher sits and watches 
as every passenger in the camera's  

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line of sight slowly devours each and 
every worm in their respective can,  

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occasionally idly glancing out the 
window or flipping through a magazine.

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The Researcher is just beginning to 
think the anomalous events might be over,  

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when the curtain opens again. The female 
flight attendant is back- at least,  

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he thinks it must be her. The silhouette looks the 
same, but it's difficult to be certain. Her face  

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is no longer visible. Instead, it is wrapped in 
wires that look identical to those spotted on the  

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wing during the supposed turbulence earlier. 
The wires are draped around her entire body,  

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hanging from her arms, her shoulders, and 
brushing along the floor next to her shoes.

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As the Flight Attendant begins to walk down 
the aisle, in those same eerie plodding steps,  

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she reaches out to a passenger and the 
Researcher nearly falls out of his chair  

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in shock. Her hands...they aren't hands anymore. 
They have been replaced with fishing hooks, giant  

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fishing hooks the size of the hands she once had. 
She walks past D-1442, headed toward the back of  

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the plane. She is out of sight for a few moments, 
until she crosses back into the camera's view.

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There is a passenger with her, a D-Class 
with his hands tied together behind his back,  

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wrists bound with something thin and transparent. 
Again, the Researcher remembers those trips with  

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his father. Fishing line. The man is bound with 
fishing line. He follows the flight attendant  

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with a docile expression, seemingly unconcerned 
by his state of captivity, the strange wires, and  

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her hook hands. As the flight attendant and the 
passenger pass the camera, the Researcher can see  

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that he was mistaken. She does not just have one 
passenger with her. She has five, all with their  

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wrists bound in fishing line, all following her 
without one word of protest or attempt to resist.

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The Flight Attendant, and the five passengers, 
all vanish through the curtain. D-1442 places the  

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now-empty can of worms in the back pocket of the 
seat in front of them. Then, everything is still  

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again for a while, save for the continuous flow 
of sea water through the aisles, filling the cabin  

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inch by inch. It is at D-1442's knees now, and 
creeping ever higher. Still, they do not budge.

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All of a sudden, the plane shakes violently. 
D-1442’s gaze (and the camera with it) snaps  

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toward the window. There, cloud formations 
rapidly more and whirl through the air,  

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pouring buckets of water. Lightning 
flashes, illuminating the darkened  

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sky for a moment. In that moment, brief 
though it is, the Researcher can make  

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out some odd shapes snaking through 
the air, weaving between the clouds.

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Another flash of lightning reveals them: eels. If 
his guess is correct, he’d say they are electric  

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eels specifically. D-1442 does not see the eels, 
but does seem to be affected by the sudden,  

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dramatic change in the weather. They chuckle 
nervously, voice quavering slightly, and remark  

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that this thunderstorm wasn’t predicted on the 
weather channel that morning. The plane shakes  

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again as another flash of lightning breaks through 
the darkness, revealing more and more eels.

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The window itself is wobbling, the glass beginning 
to buckle under the pressure of the water outside,  

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more and more pouring against it. CRASH! 
The glass shatters, and water pours in  

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through the open window where there should be 
roaring wind. An eel flies through the window,  

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landing on D-1442’s lap. It flops furiously 
back and forth, as D-1442 passively ignores it.

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The water levels begin to rise rapidly, 
up and over D-1442’s legs, up their chest,  

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until the water is covering the camera 
lens. Luckily, the camera is outfitted  

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for underwater filming, though the Researcher 
never expected that particular function to be  

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relevant while testing an anomalous airplane. 
It continues to pick up video, displaying  

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it all on the monitor as it begins to shake 
violently. The sound of choking can be heard,  

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as D-1442 attempts to keep breathing normally 
even with water flooding their mouth and lungs.  

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They choke and splutter, slowly drowning 
without even realizing they’re underwater.

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The camera begins to drift upward, floating away 
from its place on D-1442. As it hits the ceiling,  

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it swivels and reveals D-1442’s unconscious body, 
floating there below. The rest of the passengers,  

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the ones who didn’t leave with the flight 
attendant earlier, are also drifting through  

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the water, unconscious or worse. Their bodies 
are covered in green, the seaweed from before  

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growing over them. The Researcher is writing 
furiously now, getting down every detail. When  

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he finishes writing, he grabs his phone. He 
needs to get back in communication with Agent  

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Kulkarni and figure out an extraction plan 
before the man drowns, if he hasn’t already.

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The phone rings, but no answer. He should have 
expected that. It’s probably been damaged by  

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the water too. The Researcher is just about to 
contact the Site Director and ask what to do,  

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when the camera picks up motion coming 
from behind the curtain. Something is  

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emerging from the cockpit. The curtain is 
shoved to the side, and out bursts Agent  

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Kulkarni. He appears to be breathing steadily, 
despite being underwater. He looks terrified,  

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disoriented, but otherwise unaffected by the 
chaos unfolding around him. His eyes widen,  

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his eyelids flutter, and he collapses 
onto the ground. His body convulses,  

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as if he is having a seizure. He opens his 
mouth, as if to scream. But nothing comes out.

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Well, at least no sound comes out. Something 
else does. His jaw opens wider, wider,  

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wider still, his jaw unhinging like a snake- 
or an eel, the researcher thinks. There is a  

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glint of metal in the back of his throat, 
and all at once a large fishing hook comes  

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rocketing out of his mouth. Another 
follows it, and another, and another,  

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all connected to fishing line that seems to 
come from deep in Agent Kulkarni’s stomach.

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Whatever anomalous forces have changed the plane, 
filled it with water, created eels and flight  

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attendants, have also changed him. The hooks push 
through the water, moving of their own accord,  

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and attach themselves to the remaining 
passengers. Some only hook their clothes,  

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others hook deeper, and blood colors the water.

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Something, and the camera doesn’t pick up 
what, grabs hold of Agent Kulkarni’s leg,  

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pulling back into the darkness beyond the curtain. 
As he goes, his body pulls the fishing line,  

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dragging the hooks and the passengers with 
him. One by one, they vanish from view,  

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until the plane is empty. The intercom 
crackles impossibly beneath the water,  

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and the same unrecognizable voice speaks: 
“Thank you for flying with Kingfisher!”

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Silence for a moment. Then static. The video 
feed has been lost. The Researcher throws his  

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clipboard against the wall, unable to contain his 
rage. They lost an entire plane full of D-Class,  

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and his valued colleague, and received no 
concrete answers about the plane. If anything,  

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he has far more questions. One of 
which is: where is the plane now?

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A recovery team manages to locate the plane in 
a surprising place. It lands, a few hours later,  

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in the same place where it took off. It should 
be damaged, filled with water, covered in broken  

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windows and gouges from those hooks. But it is 
just as spotless as it was when they found it.  

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Not a drop of water or speck or seaweed to 
be seen. No sign of any of its passengers,  

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either. Or the captain. The only thing on the 
plane that wasn’t there before is the camera,  

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completely dry, sitting in D-1442’s seat as 
if nothing ever happened. Its locally recorded  

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video confirms the Researcher’s witness account. 
Everything he saw seems to be completely real.

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All planned test flights that were intended 
to follow this first one are canceled due to  

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concerns from the ethics committee, as well 
as budgetary concerns regarding the loss of  

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staff. The Researcher turns in his notes, his job 
complete. Then, he requests a transfer to another  

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assignment. He’s had quite enough of SCP-3531. 
I can’t say I blame him. I was never fond of  

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flying in the first place, but this anomaly has 
introduced a new level of dread to the experience.

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SCP-3531 is a Boeing 737 airliner that 
is unremarkable in every way at first  

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glance. But the exterior and interior appear 
normal, and when not in flight the plane is  

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completely non-anomalous. When SCP-3531 is in 
flight, however...that's a different story.  

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Photographs, videos, and audio recordings 
taken inside of the craft while it is in  

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the air show forms of aquatic-based anomalous 
phenomena, as well as humanoid figures that  

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manifest and act as flight attendants- despite 
not being present before the plane takes off.

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However, in spite of this obviously unusual 
phenomena, observers are either ignorant of it,  

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or unwilling to acknowledge it. Even 
when presented with video evidence,  

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they will refuse to believe it. Outside 
witnesses appear to be unaffected, with the  

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ignorance or inability to perceive the anomalies 
limited to those physically inside of the plane.

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SCP-3531 was first discovered by 
the SCP Foundation when Mobile  

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Task force Lambda-4 ("Birdwatchers") 
conducted a routine inspection of the  

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plane's black box footage. The footage 
included the following recorded audio:

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"Look, I’ll get you your shipment. We’ve been 
held up with processing- yes, I know how many  

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times I've said it. It's… finnicky. No, I- I 
swear, it's just logistics. The clothes are  

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the main problem. We can’t get them off 
mid-flight, so- It's not the attendants,  

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no. They're working fine, but… it's hard 
enough to convince the people that they're  

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on a normal flight. Getting them to, uh, prepare 
themselves like that, would be- No, I’m sorry,  

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it's- it'll be fine. Just- it shouldn't 
take much longer, the shipment will be-"

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The voice on the recording was identified 
as Mrs. Janet Kaminski, a missing pilot  

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who was presumed dead along with the crew 
and passengers of the flight. How did they  

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all die? The plane crashed into the Pacific 
Ocean. I can't be certain of what happened,  

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but if I had to guess, I'd say 
she made that shipment after all.

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SCP-3531 is stored in the hangar of Site-3A. Tests  

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using SCP-3531 may only be conducted 
at the discretion of the Site Director.

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The details of SCP-3531's nature are somewhat 
sparse, at least in terms of what is available  

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to someone not assigned to its research 
team. The best that I can surmise is this;  

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Kingfisher is not a legitimate airline 
(though I'm sure you've already figured that  

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out). I believe they are a company that services 
clientele who are interested in fishing- though,  

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not for what we might think of as traditional 
fish. It would seem that humans are loaded onto  

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this anomalous aircraft, and kept there, seated 
and docile, for Kingfisher's clients to capture.

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Whoever- or whatever- these clients are, 
presumably the voices on the other side  

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of Janet Kaminski's phone call, they 
are fishing for humans using anomalous  

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means. Who knows how many shipments were 
made using SCP-3531 before it was seized  

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by the Foundation? The fictitious airline, the 
plane, the flight attendants, all made for the  

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perfect ruse. The victims fell 
for it, hook, line and sinker.

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