WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.280 --> 00:00:04.170 A body twists and turns into unimaginable shapes. 00:00:04.170 --> 00:00:05.810 Eyes glow in the dark. 00:00:05.810 --> 00:00:09.790 Shadowy entities appear around you, mimicking your every move. 00:00:09.790 --> 00:00:13.250 Would you like a stick of gum? 00:00:13.250 --> 00:00:17.630 In a small, seaside town nestled just along the coast of New England and at least an hour's 00:00:17.630 --> 00:00:22.840 drive away from any major city, there isn't much to do but brave the chilly ocean waters, 00:00:22.840 --> 00:00:26.280 crowd onto the rocky beach, or walk along the boardwalk. 00:00:26.280 --> 00:00:30.570 For most of the residents of this quaint little town, the choice is clear. 00:00:30.570 --> 00:00:35.050 Years ago, when the town was at the height of its success as a tourist destination, visitors 00:00:35.050 --> 00:00:39.550 would flock from all over the country, descending on the boardwalk like the seagulls that swarm 00:00:39.550 --> 00:00:42.860 around the food stands in search of an errant French fry. 00:00:42.860 --> 00:00:46.890 In its heyday, the boardwalk boasted a small amusement park with a roller coaster and a 00:00:46.890 --> 00:00:51.730 Ferris wheel, an arcade with the latest in 1980s video game technology, several stands 00:00:51.730 --> 00:00:56.410 selling hot dogs and crispy french fries coated in grease and salt, and the pride and joy 00:00:56.410 --> 00:01:00.690 of many a local, a classic old-fashioned candy store. 00:01:00.690 --> 00:01:05.580 Today, the arcade is all but empty, with one or two players occasionally wandering in to 00:01:05.580 --> 00:01:08.790 try their hand at the now-vintage attractions inside. 00:01:08.790 --> 00:01:12.729 The amusement park is still standing, but the rides have faded and chipped. 00:01:12.729 --> 00:01:17.250 The stands still sell their wares, but the lines are shorter than they once were. 00:01:17.250 --> 00:01:21.570 And at the center of it all, the beloved candy shop is struggling to hold on. 00:01:21.570 --> 00:01:25.930 The price of waterfront property has climbed, while tourism has dwindled. 00:01:25.930 --> 00:01:30.780 And with online shopping taking over the market, well, the candy shop's owner can scarcely 00:01:30.780 --> 00:01:33.860 scrape enough money together to keep the roof over his head. 00:01:33.860 --> 00:01:38.010 On this particular day, the shop owner is restocking his shelves, the door propped open 00:01:38.010 --> 00:01:42.210 to let in just enough of the crisp, salty ocean breeze to keep his head clear and his 00:01:42.210 --> 00:01:43.600 spirits up. 00:01:43.600 --> 00:01:47.409 It's getting harder and harder to maintain the cheerful demeanor he's known for, to step 00:01:47.409 --> 00:01:51.780 into his red and white striped suit every day and smile for the few tourists who poke 00:01:51.780 --> 00:01:53.299 their heads into the shop. 00:01:53.299 --> 00:01:55.479 But still, he keeps at it. 00:01:55.479 --> 00:01:59.180 He loves this little store, and he'll keep holding on to it until there's nothing left 00:01:59.180 --> 00:02:00.370 to hold. 00:02:00.370 --> 00:02:05.189 He fills glass containers with colorful little hard candies, slides boxes of saltwater taffy 00:02:05.189 --> 00:02:09.990 onto shelves, and places blocks of fudge in the glass case by the cash register. 00:02:09.990 --> 00:02:13.160 All the while, he takes a little sample of each product for himself. 00:02:13.160 --> 00:02:17.250 A candy here, a small square of fudge there, to keep his energy up. 00:02:17.250 --> 00:02:20.720 Besides, he would never sell a product he didn't taste test first! 00:02:20.720 --> 00:02:25.380 Only the best for his customers, though they were few and far between these days. 00:02:25.380 --> 00:02:29.750 Especially this time of year, as the air grows colder and the days get shorter, sunshine 00:02:29.750 --> 00:02:32.890 becomes a limited commodity as the summer turns to autumn. 00:02:32.890 --> 00:02:37.520 So, it comes as quite a surprise to the older man when he hears a knock at the shop door. 00:02:37.520 --> 00:02:41.520 He turns and sees a delivery man standing there with a stack of packages. 00:02:41.520 --> 00:02:46.450 This is especially odd, as he can't recall ordering anything, but the delivery man explains 00:02:46.450 --> 00:02:50.990 that these packages are product samples from an up-and-coming candy company, one specializing 00:02:50.990 --> 00:02:52.750 in novelty chewing gum. 00:02:52.750 --> 00:02:56.800 They are providing samples to a variety of small candy businesses, as well as larger 00:02:56.800 --> 00:03:00.410 retail outlets, in order to conduct market research. 00:03:00.410 --> 00:03:05.170 These particular flavors, the delivery man promises, cannot be found anywhere else. 00:03:05.170 --> 00:03:10.299 Well, the promise of a new, exclusive product to draw new customers in is more than a little 00:03:10.299 --> 00:03:12.280 bit exciting for the shopkeeper. 00:03:12.280 --> 00:03:16.319 Without a second thought, he signs for the packages and carries them inside. 00:03:16.319 --> 00:03:21.090 The shop has carried a few varieties of chewing gum over the years: mint, cinnamon, fruit, 00:03:21.090 --> 00:03:25.330 and even prank gum that turns a person's tongue black when they chew it! 00:03:25.330 --> 00:03:28.440 What could possibly be so unique about this gum? 00:03:28.440 --> 00:03:30.160 He's determined to find out. 00:03:30.160 --> 00:03:34.110 As he cuts open the boxes, the shopkeeper is greeted with brightly-colored packaging 00:03:34.110 --> 00:03:37.720 that looks, for the most part, like any other gum packaging out there. 00:03:37.720 --> 00:03:42.830 He does quickly notice one unusual difference though: the flavor names. 00:03:42.830 --> 00:03:47.290 Each of them begins with the phrase "Tastes Like..." which is a clever enough branding 00:03:47.290 --> 00:03:50.739 choice, but the flavors themselves are...odd. 00:03:50.739 --> 00:03:55.390 He lifts the first packet and reads its label, brow furrowing in confusion. 00:03:55.390 --> 00:03:56.920 "Tastes Like Youth." 00:03:56.920 --> 00:03:59.610 What could that possibly mean? 00:03:59.610 --> 00:04:02.829 For a novelty candy, this gum sure is especially novel. 00:04:02.829 --> 00:04:06.489 Well, he never stocks a product without trying it out for himself first. 00:04:06.489 --> 00:04:11.010 So he unwraps a piece of the bright pink gum and pops it into his mouth. 00:04:11.010 --> 00:04:16.880 The first thing that he notices is the taste, an overwhelming sweetness tinged with nostalgia. 00:04:16.880 --> 00:04:21.560 It tastes like cotton candy, but not just any cotton candy. 00:04:21.560 --> 00:04:26.480 It tastes like the cotton candy he once enjoyed as a little boy on this very boardwalk, a 00:04:26.480 --> 00:04:29.350 flavor he hasn't experienced in 60 years. 00:04:29.350 --> 00:04:33.050 The next thing that he notices is that his eyes are aching all of a sudden. 00:04:33.050 --> 00:04:39.160 He takes off his glasses for a moment, and is shocked by what he sees: everything, clearly, 00:04:39.160 --> 00:04:40.919 without the aid of the lenses. 00:04:40.919 --> 00:04:45.760 His vision is like it was when he was a young man before age had blurred the edges of everything 00:04:45.760 --> 00:04:47.389 in his line of sight. 00:04:47.389 --> 00:04:51.380 His joints have stopped aching, and he feels a sudden surge of energy, the sudden urge 00:04:51.380 --> 00:04:53.810 to run, to jump, to click his heels together. 00:04:53.810 --> 00:04:58.960 He rushes to the bathroom mirror, half expecting to see his younger face staring back at him. 00:04:58.960 --> 00:05:03.220 No, he still looks the same, but he feels decades younger. 00:05:03.220 --> 00:05:07.620 His mind reels, and he can't think of anything to do but laugh. 00:05:07.620 --> 00:05:08.870 This gum… 00:05:08.870 --> 00:05:14.210 It should be impossible, but this piece really does taste like youth. 00:05:14.210 --> 00:05:17.229 This might just be the product that saves the store. 00:05:17.229 --> 00:05:20.700 The invigorating effect lasts, all in all, for about a half hour. 00:05:20.700 --> 00:05:24.730 But during that half hour, the shopkeeper feels more optimistic than he has in many, 00:05:24.730 --> 00:05:30.420 many years, and the feeling lingers even after the gum's effects subside. 00:05:30.420 --> 00:05:32.370 But what other flavors did he receive? 00:05:32.370 --> 00:05:35.840 The delivery man brought three boxes, so what about the other two? 00:05:35.840 --> 00:05:39.200 He opens the second box and pulls out a pack. 00:05:39.200 --> 00:05:41.400 "Tastes Like Mom Used to Make." 00:05:41.400 --> 00:05:44.430 Well, that's even more vague than the first one. 00:05:44.430 --> 00:05:48.880 But after the experience of the previous one, he's eager to discover exactly what that could 00:05:48.880 --> 00:05:49.880 mean. 00:05:49.880 --> 00:05:54.639 He unwraps a piece, studies its light brown color, and pops it into his mouth. 00:05:54.639 --> 00:05:59.669 As soon as he begins to chew, the flavor explodes on his tongue, taking him back once again 00:05:59.669 --> 00:06:01.300 to his childhood. 00:06:01.300 --> 00:06:02.370 Browned butter. 00:06:02.370 --> 00:06:03.370 Sugar. 00:06:03.370 --> 00:06:04.370 Chocolate chips. 00:06:04.370 --> 00:06:07.479 A hint of vanilla. 00:06:07.479 --> 00:06:08.660 It can't be...but it is. 00:06:08.660 --> 00:06:11.580 It's his mother's chocolate chip cookie recipe. 00:06:11.580 --> 00:06:16.599 How could the manufacturers have possibly recreated it so perfectly? 00:06:16.599 --> 00:06:21.560 The flavor passes quickly and, eager to confirm his experience and make sure it was real, 00:06:21.560 --> 00:06:23.330 he grabs another piece. 00:06:23.330 --> 00:06:26.330 This one tastes entirely different. 00:06:26.330 --> 00:06:30.640 Blueberry pancakes, like his mother used to make on Sunday mornings, dripping with syrup 00:06:30.640 --> 00:06:32.490 and melted butter. 00:06:32.490 --> 00:06:35.330 This is the most unusual chewing gum, indeed. 00:06:35.330 --> 00:06:40.500 In all his years of selling candy, of tasting every unusual innovation or novelty product, 00:06:40.500 --> 00:06:42.900 he never dreamed it could be like this. 00:06:42.900 --> 00:06:44.800 Now, for the third package. 00:06:44.800 --> 00:06:50.479 He slices the box open and finds black packages inside, emblazoned with eerie red writing. 00:06:50.479 --> 00:06:54.639 The text read: "Tastes Like Your Worst Nightmare." 00:06:54.639 --> 00:06:59.030 The shopkeeper feels a chill run down his spine, his hands shaking with nerves as he 00:06:59.030 --> 00:07:01.389 unwraps a piece of the pitch-black gum. 00:07:01.389 --> 00:07:03.120 But he can't stop himself. 00:07:03.120 --> 00:07:07.440 He has to satisfy his curiosity, to discover what nightmares taste like. 00:07:07.440 --> 00:07:11.110 He pops the piece into his mouth and begins to chew. 00:07:11.110 --> 00:07:13.849 At first, he is almost disappointed. 00:07:13.849 --> 00:07:19.190 It doesn't taste like much of anything, vaguely sweet, almost creamy, like finishing a glass 00:07:19.190 --> 00:07:21.440 of warm milk before bed. 00:07:21.440 --> 00:07:27.810 But as he chews, the shop around him begins to blur and warp, lights dimming until he 00:07:27.810 --> 00:07:29.389 is standing in the dark. 00:07:29.389 --> 00:07:34.349 The hairs on his arms stand to attention, and he becomes overwhelmed with the sensation 00:07:34.349 --> 00:07:36.550 of eyes on his back. 00:07:36.550 --> 00:07:39.170 Something is here, and it is watching him. 00:07:39.170 --> 00:07:42.009 He spins around and finds nothing there. 00:07:42.009 --> 00:07:43.250 But wait. 00:07:43.250 --> 00:07:44.500 What's that? 00:07:44.500 --> 00:07:48.879 Out of the corner of his eye, a shadow, darting just out of sight, into the storage room in 00:07:48.879 --> 00:07:50.139 the back. 00:07:50.139 --> 00:07:54.849 Against his will, his feet begin to carry the man toward that room, following the shadow. 00:07:54.849 --> 00:07:57.750 The door to the storeroom is shut. 00:07:57.750 --> 00:07:59.669 It wasn't shut before. 00:07:59.669 --> 00:08:05.720 Something closed it when it darted inside, and it's in there now. 00:08:05.720 --> 00:08:06.720 Waiting for him. 00:08:06.720 --> 00:08:11.199 His stomach turns as his hand reaches for the doorknob, turning it inch by inch. 00:08:11.199 --> 00:08:16.720 His nerves are screaming at him to stop, to turn and run, but as if trapped in a nightmare, 00:08:16.720 --> 00:08:18.740 his body refuses to obey him. 00:08:18.740 --> 00:08:24.979 It pushes the door open with a pronounced creak, and there, in the darkness, two glowing 00:08:24.979 --> 00:08:27.479 red eyes gaze out at him. 00:08:27.479 --> 00:08:32.169 The shopkeeper's heart leaps into his throat, and in a moment of clarity he spits out the 00:08:32.169 --> 00:08:33.260 gum. 00:08:33.260 --> 00:08:38.200 All at once, the glowing eyes are gone, the lights have come back on, and the nightmare 00:08:38.200 --> 00:08:39.750 is over. 00:08:39.750 --> 00:08:43.800 He resolves not to stock that particular flavor in the shop, and tucks the box away in the 00:08:43.800 --> 00:08:46.050 back of that same storage room. 00:08:46.050 --> 00:08:50.800 Before long, his two new nostalgic flavors of "magic chewing gum" draw the attention 00:08:50.800 --> 00:08:55.350 of the SCP Foundation, who, after paying the man enough money to keep the shop open for 00:08:55.350 --> 00:09:00.440 the foreseeable future (call it a Finder's Fee), take the gum samples into custody and 00:09:00.440 --> 00:09:04.640 give them the classification, SCP-1200. 00:09:04.640 --> 00:09:10.240 The designation SCP-1200 applies to all instances of chewing gum distributed under the brand, 00:09:10.240 --> 00:09:11.720 "Tastes Like Chewing Gum." 00:09:11.720 --> 00:09:15.990 Packages of this gum have been spotted in various grocery and convenience stores around 00:09:15.990 --> 00:09:19.079 the United States, appearing seemingly at random. 00:09:19.079 --> 00:09:24.490 Each pack of gum features a logo, identifying the manufacturer as simply "The Factory." 00:09:24.490 --> 00:09:29.600 Whenever a human subject masticates, or chews a piece of the gum, a certain anomalous effect 00:09:29.600 --> 00:09:30.740 will occur. 00:09:30.740 --> 00:09:34.899 This effect varies depending on the color and flavor of the given gum. 00:09:34.899 --> 00:09:40.380 There have currently been 83 flavors of SCP-1200 identified and cataloged. 00:09:40.380 --> 00:09:44.720 Swallowing this gum does not appear to produce any additional anomalous effects. 00:09:44.720 --> 00:09:51.810 Also, contrary to what certain popular misinformation might say, this gum (or any gum, in fact) 00:09:51.810 --> 00:09:54.810 does not stay in the digestive tract for seven years. 00:09:54.810 --> 00:10:02.420 The 83 flavors on file can be found in SCP-1200-E:KV, which was unfortunately impossible for me 00:10:02.420 --> 00:10:05.810 to obtain during my research into SCP-1200. 00:10:05.810 --> 00:10:09.580 The official file does, however, include a partial list of some of these flavors. 00:10:09.580 --> 00:10:13.950 Though I would have preferred to conduct a more comprehensive review, this at least provides 00:10:13.950 --> 00:10:17.339 a bit of valuable additional context for the anomalous product. 00:10:17.339 --> 00:10:23.450 So, let's review some of the most memorable SCP-1200 flavors and their recorded effects 00:10:23.450 --> 00:10:26.230 on human test subjects. 00:10:26.230 --> 00:10:33.149 SCP-1200-12 is a lime green-colored gum flavor, which is funnily enough called "Tastes Like 00:10:33.149 --> 00:10:34.649 Lemons." 00:10:34.649 --> 00:10:39.150 When a human subject chews this flavor, their gustatory perception is altered for the next 00:10:39.150 --> 00:10:40.940 28 hours. 00:10:40.940 --> 00:10:45.080 No matter what they eat during that time frame, it will taste like lemons. 00:10:45.080 --> 00:10:51.350 A bit odd, but not harmful, unless the subject just really, really hates the taste of lemon. 00:10:51.350 --> 00:10:56.740 After the 28 hour period is up, all food reverts to its original taste. 00:10:56.740 --> 00:11:01.639 SCP-1200-15 is a bright yellow flavor, "Tastes Like Sushine. 00:11:01.639 --> 00:11:06.920 When a test subject eats this flavor, they will become luminescent, emitting over 40000 00:11:06.920 --> 00:11:08.490 lux of white light. 00:11:08.490 --> 00:11:13.630 This effect, while disconcerting to witness, does not do any harm to the subject exhibiting 00:11:13.630 --> 00:11:14.630 it. 00:11:14.630 --> 00:11:19.160 The subject's luminescence lasts for approximately 20 minutes at full intensity, and then the 00:11:19.160 --> 00:11:24.089 light begins to dim gradually until it disappears completely after four more minutes. 00:11:24.089 --> 00:11:28.519 You may have noticed that this flavor is a great deal more abstract than "Tastes Like 00:11:28.519 --> 00:11:29.519 Lemons." 00:11:29.519 --> 00:11:32.290 Well, they only get more unusual from here. 00:11:32.290 --> 00:11:40.820 The next flavor detailed in the file for SCP-1200 is SCP-1200-29, "Tastes Like Rubik's Cube." 00:11:40.820 --> 00:11:45.580 Like the cube for which it is named, this flavor is multicolored, checkered in white, 00:11:45.580 --> 00:11:48.180 orange, green, red, yellow, and blue. 00:11:48.180 --> 00:11:53.510 When a subject eats this flavor, their body takes on a unique property for the next 216 00:11:53.510 --> 00:11:54.650 minutes. 00:11:54.650 --> 00:11:59.410 During this window of time, the subject will be able to rearrange segments of their body, 00:11:59.410 --> 00:12:02.430 both internal and external, at will. 00:12:02.430 --> 00:12:07.670 This has no impact on the subject's health or comfort, even when rearranging bones, muscles, 00:12:07.670 --> 00:12:08.860 and vital organs. 00:12:08.860 --> 00:12:13.339 However, these alterations cause secondary changes within the body as it compensates 00:12:13.339 --> 00:12:14.339 for the movements. 00:12:14.339 --> 00:12:19.649 Unfortunately, this means that the first test subject to consume this flavor during SCP 00:12:19.649 --> 00:12:24.200 Foundation trials was unable to return her body to its original orientation before the 00:12:24.200 --> 00:12:26.430 216 minutes were up. 00:12:26.430 --> 00:12:31.769 She failed to solve the puzzle, and now her left and right hands are permanently swapped. 00:12:31.769 --> 00:12:39.670 The next flavor included in the file is SCP-1200-30, a dark blue gum that is described as "Tastes 00:12:39.670 --> 00:12:41.760 Like Those Forgotten." 00:12:41.760 --> 00:12:43.699 What could that possibly mean? 00:12:43.699 --> 00:12:48.899 Well, it means that, once a test subject has chewed this flavor, six corporeal humanoid 00:12:48.899 --> 00:12:51.589 entities will manifest in their vicinity. 00:12:51.589 --> 00:12:56.170 These entities do not appear to be sentient, and their only behavior is mimicking the actions 00:12:56.170 --> 00:13:01.769 and speech of the subject and any other humans in the area, such as guards and researchers. 00:13:01.769 --> 00:13:06.279 These entities linger for six days before disappearing, leaving a homogenous liquid 00:13:06.279 --> 00:13:07.510 behind. 00:13:07.510 --> 00:13:11.010 Analysis of the liquid determined that it consisted of a mixture of organic materials, 00:13:11.010 --> 00:13:14.510 iron particles, and acrylic paint. 00:13:14.510 --> 00:13:18.600 SCP-1200-58 is a particularly curious flavor. 00:13:18.600 --> 00:13:21.750 This white gum "Tastes Like Afterlife." 00:13:21.750 --> 00:13:26.910 When the subject chews it, a polyhedral, crystalline exoskeleton forms around them. 00:13:26.910 --> 00:13:31.380 Once it has formed, it will levitate 1.3 meters off of the ground. 00:13:31.380 --> 00:13:36.209 During the first trial, this object remained inert for a period of 62 days. 00:13:36.209 --> 00:13:41.079 When the 62 days were up, the exoskeleton broke apart, leaving the subject behind and 00:13:41.079 --> 00:13:42.639 completely unharmed. 00:13:42.639 --> 00:13:46.630 He was immediately interviewed about his experience inside the structure, and he described being 00:13:46.630 --> 00:13:50.550 transported to a green meadow, where he met his younger brother. 00:13:50.550 --> 00:13:55.460 This was especially curious, considering that the subject does not have any recorded siblings, 00:13:55.460 --> 00:13:57.130 living or dead. 00:13:57.130 --> 00:14:02.570 Another notable aspect of this flavor is its effect's resemblance to SCP-1511, crystalline 00:14:02.570 --> 00:14:08.400 structures that transfer prisoners while showing them some manner of beautiful, false afterlife. 00:14:08.400 --> 00:14:13.339 The only other flavor included in the file is "Tastes Like Moon's Shadow," a red gum 00:14:13.339 --> 00:14:17.130 that has been tested once on a female research subject. 00:14:17.130 --> 00:14:21.850 After she finished chewing the piece of gum, a series of incorporeal, translucent, leporine 00:14:21.850 --> 00:14:26.370 organisms began to emerge from the walls of the cell where the subject was being kept. 00:14:26.370 --> 00:14:30.459 During this entire process, the subject claimed to not see the entities. 00:14:30.459 --> 00:14:35.490 Nor did she feel it when they approached her, reached her, and burrowed into her body. 00:14:35.490 --> 00:14:38.830 Video recordings of the incident were unable to capture these entities. 00:14:38.830 --> 00:14:43.620 Eleven days after the experiment was conducted, the subject was found dead. 00:14:43.620 --> 00:14:49.190 Despite the lack of visible injuries, her cause of death was determined to be exsanguination. 00:14:49.190 --> 00:14:54.079 This is the only recorded fatality resulting from a sample of SCP-1200. 00:14:54.079 --> 00:14:59.370 There appears to be a link between this gum flavor and SCP-1284, though I have not yet 00:14:59.370 --> 00:15:01.920 been able to determine the nature of this link. 00:15:01.920 --> 00:15:08.040 On February 20, 2003, the SCP Foundation was conducting an investigation completely unrelated 00:15:08.040 --> 00:15:10.530 to SCP-1200. 00:15:10.530 --> 00:15:14.769 The exact nature of this original investigation has been redacted from the file, but whatever 00:15:14.769 --> 00:15:17.840 it was, it's irrelevant to the subject at hand. 00:15:17.840 --> 00:15:22.190 It isn't the investigation but what they discovered by complete accident that matters. 00:15:22.190 --> 00:15:26.980 Foundation operatives stumbled upon a secretive facility that was entirely dedicated to the 00:15:26.980 --> 00:15:30.529 production of "Tastes Like Those Forgotten." 00:15:30.529 --> 00:15:34.140 When the Foundation entered the facility, they discovered an assembly line, as well 00:15:34.140 --> 00:15:37.509 as 28 anomalous entities dwelling inside. 00:15:37.509 --> 00:15:44.149 It would appear that these entities, referred to as SCP-1200-A, are part of the company's 00:15:44.149 --> 00:15:45.170 workforce. 00:15:45.170 --> 00:15:52.600 Instances of SCP-1200-A are animate humanoid entities whose physiology is composed primarily 00:15:52.600 --> 00:15:53.600 of wrought iron. 00:15:53.600 --> 00:15:59.120 They are also coated in several layers of paint, usually in a shade of white, pale blue, 00:15:59.120 --> 00:16:00.320 or yellow. 00:16:00.320 --> 00:16:04.860 These layers of paint are worn, faded, and flaking, and the metal beneath is beginning 00:16:04.860 --> 00:16:06.420 to rust. 00:16:06.420 --> 00:16:10.970 Whenever they were made, it was some time ago, and they have fallen into a state of 00:16:10.970 --> 00:16:12.040 disrepair. 00:16:12.040 --> 00:16:16.660 Each instance has no facial features on its head, and the only feature present is one 00:16:16.660 --> 00:16:21.370 large circular opening, which seems to operate a bit like a mouth. 00:16:21.370 --> 00:16:25.430 In addition to discovering the facility and its anomalous workers, this discovery gave 00:16:25.430 --> 00:16:30.060 the Foundation some new insight into the production process for this particular flavor of Tastes 00:16:30.060 --> 00:16:31.480 Like Chewing Gum. 00:16:31.480 --> 00:16:35.370 The image that it painted was, well...troubling. 00:16:35.370 --> 00:16:41.260 When instances of SCP-1200-A are not contained, they will attempt to collect recently deceased 00:16:41.260 --> 00:16:44.949 human cadavers and transport them to the production facility. 00:16:44.949 --> 00:16:49.259 If they are permitted to do so, they will collect these bodies from freshly dug graves 00:16:49.259 --> 00:16:53.240 or even poorly-guarded morgues and carry them back to the facility. 00:16:53.240 --> 00:16:59.550 There, an SCP-1200-A instance will take one of its chosen corpses and begin to regurgitate 00:16:59.550 --> 00:17:04.419 paint, biological matter, and small slags of iron into the body's mouth. 00:17:04.419 --> 00:17:09.600 I apologize for the stomach-turning imagery, but there is simply no pleasant way to describe 00:17:09.600 --> 00:17:11.020 this process. 00:17:11.020 --> 00:17:15.270 The instance will repeat this process over a period of several weeks until the body begins 00:17:15.270 --> 00:17:20.179 to liquefy under the influence of whatever matter the entity has pumped into it. 00:17:20.179 --> 00:17:24.419 The process only ceases when the body begins to liquefy, eventually leaving behind nothing 00:17:24.419 --> 00:17:29.190 but a thick, homogenous liquid, which will suddenly disappear soon after. 00:17:29.190 --> 00:17:35.190 How it disappears and where it goes is unknown, but I can make an unpleasant guess. 00:17:35.190 --> 00:17:39.090 Chemical analysis of some of this liquid as identified it as the substance that makes 00:17:39.090 --> 00:17:43.270 up 80% of the sample of "Tastes Like Those Forgotten." 00:17:43.270 --> 00:17:48.140 It would appear that this particular flavor of chewing gum and Soylent Green have a key 00:17:48.140 --> 00:17:50.549 ingredient in common: people. 00:17:50.549 --> 00:17:54.220 No other facilities have been discovered at this point, so it is uncertain whether the 00:17:54.220 --> 00:17:58.670 key ingredients in other gum flavors are quite as macabre. 00:17:58.670 --> 00:18:02.220 Following the discovery of this facility, the Foundation cross-referenced its communication 00:18:02.220 --> 00:18:06.270 archives for any potential mentions of the facility or facilities like it. 00:18:06.270 --> 00:18:10.390 This investigation uncovered a surprisingly relevant phone call hidden in the archives. 00:18:10.390 --> 00:18:15.780 The call was made on June 2, 1999, from a pay phone about 2 kilometers from the facility 00:18:15.780 --> 00:18:17.700 discovered in 2003. 00:18:17.700 --> 00:18:21.940 The recording contains one single unidentified male voice, and a transcription of the call's 00:18:21.940 --> 00:18:23.840 contents is included. 00:18:23.840 --> 00:18:25.240 "Herrick, this is Davis. 00:18:25.240 --> 00:18:27.380 I'm all done with the psychopomps here. 00:18:27.380 --> 00:18:31.429 We redirected the output to the location you wanted, weren't any problems there. 00:18:31.429 --> 00:18:34.290 The goo should start arriving to you shortly. 00:18:34.290 --> 00:18:38.590 About your other order, Morton spotted some nanohives in Budapest. 00:18:38.590 --> 00:18:39.890 I'm heading out there tomorrow. 00:18:39.890 --> 00:18:43.280 They should do nicely for your task, after some tinkering. 00:18:43.280 --> 00:18:46.380 Make sure there won't be any issues with my payment this time. 00:18:46.380 --> 00:18:50.500 If your contacts at the Factory are unwilling, I can always find someone else. 00:18:50.500 --> 00:18:52.419 Call you in two weeks." 00:18:52.419 --> 00:18:58.780 Any discovery and seizure of SCP-1200 instances must be performed by the FDA under CFR Title 00:18:58.780 --> 00:19:00.050 21. 00:19:00.050 --> 00:19:04.160 Once the instances are in the possession of the FDA, these samples will be replaced with 00:19:04.160 --> 00:19:08.440 non-anomalous duplicates, and the originals are to be transferred to Foundation Site-197. 00:19:08.440 --> 00:19:15.570 SCP-1200-A instances do not require food or oxygen to survive, and therefore are to be 00:19:15.570 --> 00:19:21.919 kept contained in individual reinforced containers, which are stored in the I-TL1 Wing of Site-197. 00:19:21.919 --> 00:19:29.320 Two days after the SCP-1200-A base facility was dismantled, the SCP Foundation received 00:19:29.320 --> 00:19:31.400 a series of packages. 00:19:31.400 --> 00:19:37.110 These packages were delivered to several facilities, and all contained the same thing: a new, previously 00:19:37.110 --> 00:19:39.520 undocumented flavor of gum. 00:19:39.520 --> 00:19:44.500 This gum was completely colorless, and the packaging read "Tastes Like Normalcy." 00:19:44.500 --> 00:19:49.070 Test subjects who chewed the gum said that it had no noticeable flavor at all, and no 00:19:49.070 --> 00:19:50.780 anomalous effects occurred. 00:19:50.780 --> 00:19:55.250 It seems that the creators of Tastes Like Chewing Gum took notice of the Foundation's 00:19:55.250 --> 00:20:01.419 investigation and decided to create a custom flavor, or lack thereof, for the organization. 00:20:01.419 --> 00:20:05.809 The identity of the company's higher-ups, or the gum's creators, is still unknown. 00:20:05.809 --> 00:20:08.900 Unfortunately, the trail has gone cold for now. 00:20:08.900 --> 00:20:10.289 But don't lose hope! 00:20:10.289 --> 00:20:14.030 It's possible more facilities are out there, waiting to be discovered. 00:20:14.030 --> 00:20:17.921 Keep that dream alive, investigators, and don't let me burst your bubble. 00:20:17.921 --> 00:20:18.921 Get it? 00:20:18.921 --> 00:20:20.980 Like bubble gum? 00:20:20.980 --> 00:20:30.130 Well, there's a reason I became a researcher and not a comedian.