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A pair of SCP Foundation researchers open
the door of a containment cell and find themselves

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staring at something unlike anything they’ve
ever seen before.

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Sitting in the middle of the room is a giant
lump that appears to be made, of what can

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only be described as… flesh.

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The two look at each other in disbelief, just
what is this thing?

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They circle the huge blob, looking it over,
wondering what on earth it could be.

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One of the researchers finally gets the courage
to actually feel it.

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He finds that it’s warm to the touch.

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And does he detect some slight movement?

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He slowly moves to place his ear against it
to listen… but a sudden shudder from the

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mass sends him jumping back in fright.

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Just then the other researcher calls to him
from the other side of the sphere, it sounds

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like he has found something.

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As he approaches, he too sees what caused
his partner to call out.

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There in the middle of this tumorous ball,
is a door.

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It’s a circular iron hatch, the kind sealed
by a valve… and it’s open.

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Now the researchers are really confused.

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A massive lump of living flesh is strange
enough, but why does it have a door?

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One of the researchers peeks inside… is
that a couch they see?

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And a table?

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Does someone live in this thing?

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Things are getting beyond strange.

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The two researchers look up at the observation
window where their supervisor is watching

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them.

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The supervisor does not hesitate.

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He nods at them, and the researchers know
what they must do.

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Rock… paper…

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scissors… shoot!

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The researcher who lost winces.

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He knew that coming to work at the SCP Foundation
meant that he would be dealing with some strange,

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dangerous, and disgusting anomalies, but he
never imagined he would have to climb inside

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of a giant orb of meat.

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His partner opens the hatch all the way and
offers a hand to help him.

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Knowing he has no other option, the researcher
steps inside.

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Inside the air is hot, thick, and moist, like
a cramped gym that’s had too many bodies

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exerting themselves on a warm, humid day.

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He walks through the short entranceway and
his eyes adjust to the dim light to find that

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he’s standing in the middle of a cozy little
room.

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A single, small lamp on a table is giving
off just enough light for him to see that

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the room is sparsely furnished with a few
pieces including a small couch and a twin

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bed.

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Outside, his partner calls to him, asking
what he can see.

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As the researcher turns to answer… the door
snaps shut.

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The valve spins on its own, locking itself
tight.

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Try as he might, the researcher can’t get
it to budge.

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He bangs on the door and yells.

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Is he alright in there?

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Is everything ok?

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His only response is a muffled scream from
inside the ball of flesh.

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He keeps pulling at the door, twisting the
valve with all of his strength but it won’t

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move.

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The sounds of gurgles and wet sloshing come
from inside the meaty growth.

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An alarm starts to sound as he strains against
the door, exerting himself so hard that he

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feels like a vein in his head might burst.

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Suddenly the valve loosens and the sudden
lack of resistance causes him to fall to the

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floor.

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The valve spins on its own and the door swings
open once again.

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The ball of flesh is quiet once more.

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The researcher picks himself up off the ground
and slowly, carefully, peeks inside.

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“Hello?

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Are you ok?

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Is anyone in there?”

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There’s no response, that is until a blast
of hot air comes rushing out of the hatch,

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blowing the researcher’s hair back.

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When it's over he peeks inside again.

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His fellow researcher is nowhere to be seen.

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Inside is the same couch, bed, and table with
a small lamp.

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But there’s something new there too.

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Across from the couch, where there was nothing
before, is a small television.

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While this may seem strange, it’s just another
day at the SCP Foundation, where anomalous

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objects and creatures are studied and contained.

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Including SCP-002… also known as…

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The Living Room.

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SCP-002 is the designation given to a large,
tumorous, fleshy growth.

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It’s roughly spherical, with a circumference
just over 15 meters, giving it an estimated

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volume of around 60 meters cubed.

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Located on one side is an iron valve hatch,
similar to what might be found on an old submarine,

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which leads into the interior of the ball.

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Those who step inside are surprised to discover
a small room that resembles a low rent, studio

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apartment, complete with furniture and even
a small window.

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Strangely, the outside of the ball of flesh
shows no windows, and indeed no openings at

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all save for the iron hatch.

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The furniture in the room displays no anomalous
properties, though examination has revealed

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that the furniture appears to be constructed
of sculpted bone, woven hair, and other biological

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substances, all coming from human bodies.

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Analysis of samples taken from the furniture
has shown each to be constructed from independent

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and fragmented DNA sequences, several of which
correspond to SCP research personnel who have

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been lost inside of SCP-002.

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To date, the Living Room has been responsible
for seven members of staff going missing.

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At the same time, during the course of its
containment at the SCP Foundation the room

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appears to have added multiple additional
furnishings including two lamps, a throw rug,

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a television, a radio, a beanbag chair, three
books in an unknown language, four children's

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toys, and a small potted plant.

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Tests have been performed using a variety
of non-human entities in order to see if they

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would provoke a similar response from SCP-002
to that of humans.

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Various lab animals including those with close
DNA to humans such as chimpanzees have been

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placed in the room, but so far all have failed
to make The Living Room react.

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Human cadavers were also tested, but they
too did not produce any effect.

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It is unknown what causes SCP-002 to engage
in its behavior, but whatever process it uses

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to convert organic matter into furnishings
seems to only be triggered by the presence

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of living human beings.

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SCP-002 was discovered in northern Portugal
following reports of an object falling from

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Earth’s orbit.

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There in the bottom of a small crater, was
SCP-002.

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It was encased in a thick shell of rock, but
the anomaly’s fleshy exterior could be seen

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through cracks that were likely created by
the impact.

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A local farmer was the first to spot the object
falling to Earth and brought word of what

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he found to his village.

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At the same time, a Level Four SCP Foundation
agent stationed in the area detected elevated

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levels of radioactivity and traced the source
back to the crater.

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An SCP collection squad lead by General Mulhaussen
was dispatched to the impact site and quickly

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secured the area.

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Test subjects from the nearby village were
recruited for initial analysis of the object

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with three men being individually sent inside
of SCP-002, all of whom disappeared.

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Having confirmed this anomaly’s deadly properties,
General Mulhaussen then issued a Level 4a

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Termination Order that would apply to any
local witnesses in order to ensure that no

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knowledge of the object reached the outside
world.

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He then oversaw its transport to an SCP containment
facility.

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As Foundation staff prepped SCP-002 for relocation,
four members of the security personnel were

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seemingly mesmerized and drawn inside the
object where they too disappeared.

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This was the first hint that SCP-002 possesses
some form of subtle mind control, with the

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ability to influence humans into stepping
inside of it.

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It was after these losses that it was first
noticed that the object appeared to “grow”

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new furnishings following someone disappearing
inside.

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After these mishaps, General Mulhausen ordered
all staff to wear HAZMAT suits when dealing

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with SCP-002, and following the General’s
own termination, SCP-002 was placed in containment

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at the secure facility where it currently
resides.

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Due to the ongoing danger presented by SCP-002,
the risk it poses to any who step inside of

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it, and the mind control abilities it possesses,
it has been classified as Euclid.

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It is to remain connected at all times to
a suitable power supply to keep it in a charging

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mode of some kind, which appears to make it
more docile.

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In the event of a power outage, staff in the
immediate area are to be evacuated and the

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object’s containment cell emergency barrier
is to be closed, sealing it off from the rest

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of the site.

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Once power is reestablished, strobing x-ray
and ultraviolet lights are to be activated

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in the containment cell until SCP-002 is returned
to its charging mode.

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Research teams investigating SCP-002 that
will come within 20 meters of the object must

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consist of no fewer than two members.

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Personnel should also maintain physical contact
with one another at all times to confirm that

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the other is present and not experiencing
any feelings of confusion, dulled perception,

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or other forms of bewilderment that may lead
to them entering The Living Room.

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No personnel at all below a Level 3 clearance
are allowed inside of SCP-002, and any staff

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that have contact with the anomaly are to
be escorted no less than 5 kilometers away

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and must undergo a seventy two hour quarantine
and psychological evaluation.

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SCP-002 is one of the oldest anomalies in
the SCP Foundation database, but remains one

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of the least understood.

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Perhaps one day we’ll understand what it
is and why it was at one time sitting in the

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orbit of earth.

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Did someone send it here, intending us to
one day find it?

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Did it come here of its own volition?

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Or did we put it there ourselves, in an attempt
to keep it away?

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A small convertible sports car rumbles down
a desert road, kicking up a cloud of dust

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high into the behind it.

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The driver is sharply dressed and looks at
himself in the rearview mirror, giving his

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sunglasses a slight adjustment.

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He knows he looks good as he feels.

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And why shouldn’t the producer of Hollywood’s
ninth most successful film in the month of

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September be happy?

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The car comes to a sudden stop in front of
a cluster of buildings, which appear to be

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the only structures in this vast, otherwise
empty desert.

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The producer hops out of the car and surveys
the desolate location - the cracked concrete

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air strip, the weather beaten buildings, the
endless, lonely desert stretching on for miles

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in every direction…

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“This place is great!”

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the producer says
out loud to no one in particular.

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The whole location would be perfect for his
new movie which is set entirely at a desert

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airstrip and tells the story of a lonely airplane
mechanic who falls in love with a female bounty

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hunter chasing an escaped convict.

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A tale as old as time.

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But now where’s the guy who called him?

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He kept rambling about wanting to make a documentary
about the desert or something, but that doesn’t

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matter now.

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He doesn’t realize what a great filming
location he’s sitting on.

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The producer calls out.

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“Hello?”

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But the only response is the desert breeze.

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He takes off his sunglasses and looks around.

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He sees that the doors to the hangar are cracked.

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Maybe the guy who owns this place is in there.

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The producer walks inside the hangar but abruptly
stops.

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His mouth goes agape.

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He can’t believe what he’s seeing…

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This place is even better than the guy on
the phone had described it!

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The hangar is huge and completely empty.

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He could probably build almost all the sets
in the hangar, maybe even shoot the entire

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picture out here!

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He’d save a fortune on the budget by not
having to pay the soundstage rates that the

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studios charge on the movie lots in LA.

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“You beautiful genius” he thinks to himself,
the movie could flop and still be a financial

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success.

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But where’s the guy who called him?

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Doesn’t he know who he is?

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He’s a very important producer and doesn’t
have time to wait around for some desert nobody

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who runs a two bit airport.

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Alright, that’s it.

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He’s leaving.

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The producer turns to leave but the doors
of the hangar suddenly slide shut with a bang.

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Is this some kind of joke?

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He walks up to the hangar doors and starts
banging on them but they don’t move.

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“Hello?!

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Hey I’m trapped in here?

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What’s the big deal?”

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Still no response.

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Just what is going on at this place?

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The producer is getting worried, was this
some kind of a setup?

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Is he about to get robbed?

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It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world
if they took his car.

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He’s nine payments behind on it anyway.

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But jeez is it hot in here.

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It was hot outside but it’s even worse in
this hangar.

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And whoever said that desert air was dry?

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An idiot that’s who.

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The humidity in here is stifling.

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The producer loosens his collar and tugs at
it, trying to cool off.

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“Alright, I’ve had just about enough.

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If you don’t let me out of here there’s
gonna be big problems for you, fella.”

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Just then the producer hears a noise behind
him, coming from the dark deeper in the hangar.

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The producer doesn’t react though, he needs
to play it cool.

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He bends down and pretends to tie his shoe,
and takes the Derringer pistol out of his

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ankle holster.

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He stands up and spins around, pointing the
gun in front of him, but he can’t see anyone

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in the darkness.

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“This is your last chance!

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I’m not playing around here!”

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The strange noise comes again, a low rumbling
noise, and the producer stumbles forward.

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What just happened?

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It felt like the floor rippled and pushed
him forward.

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There, it happened again.

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And again.

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The producer screams.

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What’s going on?

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The rumbling, growling noise grows louder
as the floor keeps rippling and pushing him

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forward, like a wave rolling through the solid
ground.

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Is this an earthquake?

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The producer is knocked off his feet, and
still the floor keeps pushing him forward

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towards where that horrible growling noise
is coming from.

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He tries to stand but he can’t, the floor
is moving too much.

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He tries to crawl but keeps getting moved
closer and closer to the source of the now

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deafening roar that seems to be coming from…
what is that?

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The producer screams and fires his gun at
the… thing in front of him.

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In the flashes of the gunfire he can finally
see it, the thing that he’s being pushed

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into - a giant, gaping maw filled with a mass
of gnashing, grinding teeth.

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How unlucky for this movie producer that he
didn’t realize until it was too late that

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the location for his new movie would be the
last one that he’d ever scout.

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Because as you have probably already figured
out, this unknown building in the middle of

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the desert isn’t at all what it appears
to be, and in fact is quite well known to

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the SCP Foundation… as SCP-1051.

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SCP-1051 isn’t actually a building at all,
but in fact is a living organism.

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This creature’s “shell” which resembles
an aircraft hangar is quite large, and measures

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roughly 700 meters by 500 meters by 60 meters.

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It is a completely immobile organism, and
acts as an ambush predator, luring its prey

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to it through a number of different forms
of sociological and psychological manipulation.

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SCP-1051 attempts to bring prey to it in a
number of ways, but its primary method is

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by spreading certain ideas into popular culture.

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It will constantly try to connect to orbiting
satellites and use them to beam out television

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signals, images, and other forms of media.

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It’s been measured as having around a 25%
success rate in connecting with and getting

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its message carried by the satellites, and
may have the ability to transmit regular radio

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broadcasts or connect to standard telephone
lines as well.

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The messages that SCP-1051 sends out tend
to fall into the category that could be termed

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as “conspiracy theories,” most of which
are about itself.

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It has uploaded information to various conspiracy
websites that has included reports of spaceships

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being held and reverse engineered in its hangar,
descriptions of so called “Men in Black”

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using its location as a site for extraterrestrial
contact, it has attempted to spread rumors

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that it is a site used as a testing location
for any number of top secret devices including

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energy weapons, weather control devices, teleportation
machines, and impossible propulsion systems.

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SCP-1051 has also attempted to spread through
radio and television transmissions that it

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is a site used by a “United States Shadow
Government.”

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It’s made at least a handful of calls to
Hollywood based production companies in an

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attempt to get them to further spread its
information, as well as contacting various

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tabloid newspapers.

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Perhaps most nefarious of all, it has even
sent orders to US Military Intelligence operatives,

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posing as a senior official and ordering them
to reveal SCP-1051’s location.

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SCP-1051 appears desperate to make its location
known to curious outsiders, all in an attempt

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to get them to come find it, so it can lure
them inside of itself, and feed.

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And the anatomical structure of SCP-1051 is
perfectly suited to this task.

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It’s bizarre biological structure consists
of a large “tongue” which looks very similar

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to a paved runway.

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The tongue leads directly into a set of large
airplane hangar doors, that could be called

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the organism’s “mouth.”

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This door mouth opens up to what looks like
a hangar, but is actually the gizzard-like

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organ of 1051 where it grinds its prey into
a fine paste to prepare it for digestion.

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The next building is the creature’s stomach,
where it breaks down the liquefied prey into

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nutrients and separates the waste products
that it can’t digest.

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The nutrients are transported to the area
where SCP-1051’s brain is thought to reside,

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while the waste is ejected out of the structure.

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Finally there are what appears to be a set
of antennae on the side of the building.

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These information distribution organs extend
below the ground as well, where many more

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antennae and wires are thought to exist and
give 1051 the ability to send out multiple

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television, radio, and other signals.

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SCP-1051 was discovered in 1947, when an egg-shaped
structure was reported to have crash landed

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in the desert of the American Southwest, near
the town of Roswell, New Mexico.

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The United States Air Force took this strange
egg into its possession and moved it to its

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current location in Nevada for observation
and research.

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The Air Force scientists who were assigned
to the object first thought that they were

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dealing with a meteorite, though one that
was composed of some yet unknown material.

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They soon discovered that the object was hollow,
and was filled with some kind of liquid.

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Strangest of all though, was when they detected
something inside that liquid core.

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And it was moving.

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They studied the object for years until one
day, something happened that would end their

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research for good.

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The egg “hatched.”

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One night as Air Force Sergeant Bernson and
two scientists, Dr. James and Dr. Gold, were

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going about their regular work analyzing the
object, they heard a strange sound.

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When they looked at the object, they saw that
a crack had begun to form on the outer shell.

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This cracking continued for about five minutes
until something finally broke through the

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shell.

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An alien creature began to emerge from its
shell and the men all turned to run, but something

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reached out with a long, tentacle-like arm,
and grabbed Dr. James.

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It pulled the scientist in and seemed to absorb
him right into its body.

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Sergeant Bernson and Dr. Gold managed to escape
the airplane hangar and send out a distress

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signal, and it was this cry for help that
described an attack by an alien creature that

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would put the object firmly on the SCP Foundation’s
radar.

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As Sergeant Bernson was sending out the distress
signal, Dr. Gold tapped him on the shoulder

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and pointed towards the hangar where the egg-like
object had been stored.

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The two men watched as the hangar bulged and
expanded, like something was pressing against

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the walls from inside.

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The hangar suddenly collapsed, and they watched
as the creature looked to writhe around in

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the debris.

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But then a new shell began to form around
the alien.

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It grew larger, expanding and shifting until
suddenly, it took on nearly the exact form

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as the hangar that once stood there.

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SCP Foundation agents arrived at the site
not long after and took control of the area.

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They discovered almost immediately that the
building-shaped creature was anything but

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dormant.

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This extraterrestrial that had been born from
an egg and then taken the form of an airplane

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hangar, was ejecting its own eggs.

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The building would occasionally blast eggs
up and into the sky.

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Several of these eggs were stopped and reclaimed
by the Foundation, but others managed to slip

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past and escape the Earth’s atmosphere,
making them impossible to recover.

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The Foundation also soon detected that radio
signals were being emitted by the hangar and

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set up a small radio nearby which would allow
them to both receive and send signals back

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to the creature that was now designated as
SCP-1051.

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Dr. Richardson, the Foundation researcher
on site who was leading the investigation

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into 1051, found the frequency that it was
transmitting on and attempted to speak to

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the creature.

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After asking if 1051 could hear it, the creature
actually responded.

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And it seemed to have a very simple request
- “Give”

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When Dr. Richardson asked it to elaborate,
asking “give what?”

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1051 responded “Want feed…

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Bring food.”

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When the doctor told 1051 that it wouldn’t
be getting any food, the anomaly immediately

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sent out a new transmission stating:

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Area-51 is currently being controlled by the
SCP Foundation, a shadow government organization

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that has designated it SCP-1051.

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Here are a few names of the operatives-

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Dr. Richardson cut SCP-1051 off and ordered
a D-Class personnel to be sent inside the

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creature, hopefully appeasing it and stopping
it from sending any more broadcasts out about

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the highly secretive organization.

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When asked why it was sending these signals,
SCP-1051 responded that it was trying to make

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humans “curious,” it appeared that its
hunting strategy was to flood the world with

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conspiracy theories… conspiracy theories
about itself.

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This would then cause interested humans to
come explore the location, and once they entered

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the hangar, their curiosity would reward them
with an encounter with the alien that they

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had been seeking.

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SCP-1051 also explained that the eggs that
it was ejecting were its “babies” and

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it seemed quite upset that the Foundation
had intercepted some of them as they were

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on their orbital escape trajectory.

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But where had SCP-1051 come up with these
conspiracy theories?

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Had it been studying our culture and the boom
of science fiction in the 1940s to make up

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stories it thought would lead people to it?

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Foundation researcher Dr. Richardson had a
hunch that there was something else going

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on.

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He next spoke to Dr. Gold, the other Air Force
scientist who had been studying the egg shaped

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meteorite.

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He asked him to describe SCP-1051’s first
victim, Dr. James.

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Dr. Gold told him that Dr. James was obsessed
with his job, and that spread into his personal

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life.

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He was “a real sci-fi nut”.

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Dr. James apparently loved b-movies, especially
ones about aliens and UFOs.

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He was convinced that the government had both
in their possession already, and his research

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on the strange, egg shaped meteorite only
added to his confidence in that fact.

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Had SCP-1051 somehow absorbed this knowledge
from its first meal here on Earth and was

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now using it as a way to lure in new, inquisitive
prey?

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Dr. Richardson thought it may go even deeper
than that.

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When he played a recording of the first conversation
he’d had with SCP-1051 for Dr. Gold, the

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one where 1051 told him it wanted him to “Bring
food” Dr. Gold was left shocked.

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The voice he was hearing… belonged to Dr.
James.

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SCP-1051 remains in the Nevadan desert, and
its area is patrolled at all times by no less

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than twenty Foundation personnel in uniforms
that resemble those worn by members of the

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United States Air Force.

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They are authorized to shoot at intruders,
but not with the intention to kill, instead

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only as a means to scare them away.

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Should any intruders come within one kilometer
of SCP-1051, they are to be detained and administered

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Class A amnestics.

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Since SCP-1051’s primary danger stems from
its ability to spread false information, the

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SCP Foundation’s main containment efforts
have been focused on stopping its broadcasts.

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Agents are to respond to any civilian rumors
or questions about SCP-1051 with denial and

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ridicule, to make it clear that these are
nothing but stories and that the person is

00:24:06.750 --> 00:24:08.059
stupid for believing them.

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Should they exhibit any knowledge beyond the
normal myths and rumors, the application of

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Class A amnestics is also permitted.

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Any satellites orbiting near 1051’s location
are to be monitored for interference to their

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transmissions, and if any antennae with an
unknown purpose are discovered within a ten

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kilometer area of the building, they are to
be destroyed or surrounded by a faraday cage.

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SCP-1051 may not be able to move, but its
ability to reproduce and the difficulty that

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the Foundation still faces in stopping its
spread of disinformation has led to it being

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classified as Euclid, and research into its
origins and biology are ongoing.

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A pair of urban explorers are standing in
front of a rather creepy looking public school

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building.

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One explains to the other that it has been
abandoned for years, though no one in the

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town seems to know exactly why.

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The two pull a board off one of the windows
and climb through.

00:25:01.710 --> 00:25:04.650
The inside looks pretty much like they were
expecting.

00:25:04.650 --> 00:25:09.299
Their flashlights reveal that years of squatters,
teens partying, and wild animals have left

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plenty of refuse and debris lying around.

00:25:11.590 --> 00:25:15.529
There are two wings branching off the central
portion of the building.

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They pick one of them to explore and start
walking down the hall.

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As they make their way down past the graffiti
tagged walls they stop to investigate one

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of the classrooms.

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It looks to be in the same bad state as the
rest of the building, but incredibly there’s

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still writing on the chalkboard, as if the
teacher stopped in the middle of a lesson

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and walked out.

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There’s even a shriveled old apple still
on the desk.

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As they exit the classroom back into the hallway
one of them stops, wasn’t the graffiti on

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the wall different before?

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Impossible, they must be mistaken.

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They keep walking and come to a stairwell.

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Time to explore the upper floors.

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They head up the stairs to the second floor
and poke their head out, everything looks

00:25:56.059 --> 00:25:58.150
to be about the same as on the first floor.

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They go back into the stairwell and start
heading up again.

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It feels like they’ve been walking up the
stairs for a long time though.

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They should be all the way at the roof by
now.

00:26:07.570 --> 00:26:11.909
They finally reach a door, it must lead to
a taller part of the building they couldn’t

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see from the ground outside.

00:26:13.480 --> 00:26:17.180
They open the door and see… the second floor
again?

00:26:17.180 --> 00:26:19.270
How could this be?

00:26:19.270 --> 00:26:23.919
The two look at each other, they’ve explored
a lot of strange abandoned places, but nothing

00:26:23.919 --> 00:26:26.100
has creeped them out like this before.

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They head back down the stairs and after only
a few steps they are back on the first floor.

00:26:31.660 --> 00:26:33.320
Something is really wrong with this place.

00:26:33.320 --> 00:26:35.770
Maybe it’s best if they leave.

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They start walking back towards the entrance
but one grabs the other and points into a

00:26:40.010 --> 00:26:41.010
classroom.

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Isn’t this the room they went in before?

00:26:43.289 --> 00:26:47.700
It has to be, the same apple is on the desk
but the complicated physics lesson has been

00:26:47.700 --> 00:26:48.990
erased.

00:26:48.990 --> 00:26:53.000
Now the chalkboard has just a simple phrase
written on it… the children…

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used to sing.

00:26:54.470 --> 00:26:56.539
The two scream and run out of the classroom.

00:26:56.539 --> 00:26:58.289
But which way is the entrance?

00:26:58.289 --> 00:27:03.169
The hall appears to stretch on in either direction
before turning at ninety degree angles.

00:27:03.169 --> 00:27:07.460
This isn’t right, the entrance was definitely
visible from outside this classroom before.

00:27:07.460 --> 00:27:10.150
They pick a direction and start to run.

00:27:10.150 --> 00:27:14.330
The hallways seem to go on and on, turning
in ways that should double back on themselves,

00:27:14.330 --> 00:27:16.960
but they still can’t find the entrance.

00:27:16.960 --> 00:27:21.100
They try going back up through a stairwell
but just like before there appears to be either

00:27:21.100 --> 00:27:24.620
too many or not enough stairs between the
floors.

00:27:24.620 --> 00:27:28.340
The explorers keep running, checking rooms
for a way out.

00:27:28.340 --> 00:27:32.330
Somehow they keep finding that same room with
the rotten apple on the desk.

00:27:32.330 --> 00:27:37.100
They’re panicking now, everytime they look
away the graffiti on the wall changes, or

00:27:37.100 --> 00:27:39.500
a new classroom door appears in the hall.

00:27:39.500 --> 00:27:43.760
They keep running though, turning corner after
corner after corner, until…

00:27:43.760 --> 00:27:44.760
there it is!

00:27:44.760 --> 00:27:45.760
The entrance!

00:27:45.760 --> 00:27:49.950
But it’s then that one of the explorers
realizes he is all alone.

00:27:49.950 --> 00:27:51.940
He must have outran his friend.

00:27:51.940 --> 00:27:54.660
He looks at the entrance, it’s so close.

00:27:54.660 --> 00:28:00.230
He starts to step towards it but no, he can’t
leave his friend, he’ll find him.

00:28:00.230 --> 00:28:04.480
He turns around and right in front of him,
is the same classroom again, the one with

00:28:04.480 --> 00:28:05.860
the apple.

00:28:05.860 --> 00:28:11.530
Only this time, his friend is in there, sitting
in a desk in the middle of the room, asleep.

00:28:11.530 --> 00:28:16.080
Gathering the last of his courage, he runs
into the room and tries to wake his friend,

00:28:16.080 --> 00:28:18.679
but he won’t come out of his deep sleep.

00:28:18.679 --> 00:28:22.450
He pulls him out of the desk, if he won’t
walk out, he’ll drag him out.

00:28:22.450 --> 00:28:25.950
He pulls him out of the classroom and down
the hall towards the entrance.

00:28:25.950 --> 00:28:27.789
They’re almost home free.

00:28:27.789 --> 00:28:33.010
He’s just feet away from the door, he reaches
out with his free hand and grabs the handle…

00:28:33.010 --> 00:28:34.010
Locked!

00:28:34.010 --> 00:28:37.860
He starts banking on the door, terrified that
they’ll be trapped in this place forever.

00:28:37.860 --> 00:28:40.710
When suddenly, the doors swing open.

00:28:40.710 --> 00:28:43.580
Two stern looking men in suits are standing
in front of him.

00:28:43.580 --> 00:28:47.950
“You aren’t supposed to be here” one
of the men says, as the other picks up his

00:28:47.950 --> 00:28:53.200
friend, throws him over his shoulder, and
escorts the both of them out of the school.

00:28:53.200 --> 00:28:57.149
What these urban explorers didn’t know,
is that they had just unintentionally entered

00:28:57.149 --> 00:29:04.049
a mysterious anomaly that the SCP Foundation
has designated SCP-026, a strange location

00:29:04.049 --> 00:29:07.100
that has been given the nickname “After
School Retention.”

00:29:07.100 --> 00:29:13.730
SCP-026 is a three story building that used
to be a public school prior to it being shut

00:29:13.730 --> 00:29:18.309
down and condemned after both staff and students
reported various anomalous properties in the

00:29:18.309 --> 00:29:19.590
building.

00:29:19.590 --> 00:29:24.740
They described hallways that seemed to change
in length, classrooms disappearing and reappearing,

00:29:24.740 --> 00:29:28.159
and stairways with different numbers of steps
leading up and down.

00:29:28.159 --> 00:29:31.649
The discrepancies between the building’s
blueprints and the reported interior were

00:29:31.649 --> 00:29:36.480
strange enough, but the former school truly
came onto the Foundation’s radar after the

00:29:36.480 --> 00:29:41.039
disappearances of multiple people in the area
were linked to the location.

00:29:41.039 --> 00:29:45.419
It was initially believed, after sending in
robots equipped with video equipment to explore

00:29:45.419 --> 00:29:50.120
the school, that the spatial anomalies were
actually caused by an anomalous mental effect

00:29:50.120 --> 00:29:53.919
the space was having on people’s perception,
and that the physical layout of the school

00:29:53.919 --> 00:29:56.030
was not actually changing.

00:29:56.030 --> 00:30:00.370
However, additional exploration has proven
that this is not the case.

00:30:00.370 --> 00:30:05.200
The physical space of the school does in fact
seem to change, and even the exploration robots

00:30:05.200 --> 00:30:08.070
are affected by this shifting geometry.

00:30:08.070 --> 00:30:12.970
The inside of the school is covered in a substantial
amount of graffiti and most of it is the type

00:30:12.970 --> 00:30:17.840
you’d expect to see in any abandoned space
- gang signs, names, and street art for example

00:30:17.840 --> 00:30:22.200
- but it appears to fade in and out and will
change location.

00:30:22.200 --> 00:30:26.240
The writing on the chalkboards in the classroom
appears to do the same, and just like the

00:30:26.240 --> 00:30:31.570
graffiti, much of what is written on the chalkboards
is what you would expect to find in a school.

00:30:31.570 --> 00:30:36.890
Most of the writing relates to basic subjects
like math, literature, and biology, however

00:30:36.890 --> 00:30:41.840
some of the subjects that have appeared are
highly advanced and out of place in a non-university

00:30:41.840 --> 00:30:46.710
setting, such as the notes on quantum entanglement
that were found on a chalkboard.

00:30:46.710 --> 00:30:51.179
Bizarrely the phrase “the children used
to sing” has been found multiple times in

00:30:51.179 --> 00:30:55.549
a variety of places around the building, though
researchers are still left without an answer

00:30:55.549 --> 00:30:59.320
as to what it means or what significance it
holds.

00:30:59.320 --> 00:31:04.850
But the anomalous nature of the writing inside
of SCP-026 doesn’t stop there.

00:31:04.850 --> 00:31:09.450
The written content of books, notepads, and
other pieces of paper brought into the school

00:31:09.450 --> 00:31:14.490
have been observed to disappear, leaving blank
pages behind, only for the writing to reappear

00:31:14.490 --> 00:31:17.450
as graffiti or on the chalkboards.

00:31:17.450 --> 00:31:23.150
It is unknown why or how this is happening,
but those working within SCP-026 are advised

00:31:23.150 --> 00:31:27.090
to be careful of what written materials they
bring inside.

00:31:27.090 --> 00:31:30.500
Multiple unconscious persons have also been
found in the building.

00:31:30.500 --> 00:31:34.039
Several of the people found in the school
have been identified as either former students

00:31:34.039 --> 00:31:38.880
or faculty of the school including teachers
and janitors, all of whom had been reported

00:31:38.880 --> 00:31:42.190
missing in the years following the school’s
closure.

00:31:42.190 --> 00:31:46.100
Despite some of them disappearing as long
as ten years after the school closed, when

00:31:46.100 --> 00:31:51.549
they are found inside SCP-026, they appear
much younger than they should be with the

00:31:51.549 --> 00:31:55.481
majority being high school aged and dressed
in the style of the school’s dress code

00:31:55.481 --> 00:31:57.970
in the time before it was shut down.

00:31:57.970 --> 00:32:03.730
It is currently not known how they ended up
inside of SCP-026 or why they present as being

00:32:03.730 --> 00:32:06.669
a younger version of themselves.

00:32:06.669 --> 00:32:11.360
Attempts to wake unconscious people while
still inside the school are always unsuccessful,

00:32:11.360 --> 00:32:17.059
however once they are transported outside
of SCP-026 they will immediately awaken.

00:32:17.059 --> 00:32:21.960
All have displayed signs of confusion in their
brief moments of consciousness, before quickly

00:32:21.960 --> 00:32:25.529
dying from what appears to be severe dehydration.

00:32:25.529 --> 00:32:28.899
Their bodies will then experience rapid advanced
decomposition.

00:32:28.899 --> 00:32:34.230
No useful information on the nature of SCP-026
has been gleaned from any of these subjects

00:32:34.230 --> 00:32:38.080
in the brief period after removing them from
the school that they are conscious and alive.

00:32:38.080 --> 00:32:43.910
There have also been several cases of D-Class
personnel who had participated in SCP-026

00:32:43.910 --> 00:32:48.419
research disappearing from Foundation control,
only to be found within the school at a later

00:32:48.419 --> 00:32:49.580
date.

00:32:49.580 --> 00:32:54.049
All are found sleeping, and experience the
same fate as the others who mysteriously appear

00:32:54.049 --> 00:32:55.590
within the school.

00:32:55.590 --> 00:32:59.940
The same inability to wake up while inside
the school appears to also apply to those

00:32:59.940 --> 00:33:05.600
who enter SCP-026 and fall asleep, though
they do not suffer the same gruesome fate

00:33:05.600 --> 00:33:08.610
upon being removed from the site and waking.

00:33:08.610 --> 00:33:13.059
Such was the case for a Foundation Agent who,
during a routine security check of the site,

00:33:13.059 --> 00:33:16.470
was found sleeping in the entranceway of the
school by his partner.

00:33:16.470 --> 00:33:20.650
They were unable to wake the agent up, and
he was moved outside the building.

00:33:20.650 --> 00:33:25.680
As soon as he was outside of SCP-026, the
agent regained consciousness and appeared

00:33:25.680 --> 00:33:28.130
to be in a state of extreme agitation.

00:33:28.130 --> 00:33:32.410
In later interviews, he reported that he had
dreamed he was in a strange classroom, and

00:33:32.410 --> 00:33:37.020
the same dream has been reported by all subjects
who have fallen asleep in the school, as well

00:33:37.020 --> 00:33:40.929
as by the D-Class personnel who were later
found inside.

00:33:40.929 --> 00:33:44.990
They all describe that in the dream, they
are sitting inside of a classroom that closely

00:33:44.990 --> 00:33:50.260
resembles those found in SCP-026, though in
the dream it is in a condition that matches

00:33:50.260 --> 00:33:53.769
how it likely appeared while it was still
a functioning school.

00:33:53.769 --> 00:33:58.980
The bell rings but no one moves, and raising
their hand does not get the teacher’s attention.

00:33:58.980 --> 00:34:01.230
Everyone is just sitting, silently.

00:34:01.230 --> 00:34:04.340
If they try to leave the classroom, they find
the door is locked.

00:34:04.340 --> 00:34:09.919
They then notice what is really off about
the dream, everything is in black and white,

00:34:09.919 --> 00:34:14.859
except for the dreamer who looks down at their
own hands and realizes that they are in color.

00:34:14.859 --> 00:34:18.740
Just as they begin to realize that they are
dreaming, and that they are the one who is

00:34:18.740 --> 00:34:21.220
out of place, they wake up.

00:34:21.220 --> 00:34:26.050
This dream will persist, recurring over and
over, and each time it takes the dreamer longer

00:34:26.050 --> 00:34:28.690
and longer to realize that they are dreaming.

00:34:28.690 --> 00:34:34.300
They also notice each time that their hands
are a little more gray.

00:34:34.300 --> 00:34:39.889
Research into SCP-026 is ongoing, and all
potential entrances including both doors and

00:34:39.889 --> 00:34:44.889
windows are to remain locked and boarded up
in between investigative missions.

00:34:44.889 --> 00:34:48.681
Alarms have been placed around the location
to alert Foundation personnel in the event

00:34:48.681 --> 00:34:53.560
that civilians or any other unauthorized personnel
gain entry to the site.

00:34:53.560 --> 00:34:59.230
Due to the fact that even with these precautions,
people continue to be found within SCP-026

00:34:59.230 --> 00:35:03.119
and there has not yet been a reliable way
discovered to prevent it, this anomaly has

00:35:03.119 --> 00:35:05.839
been classified as Euclid.

00:35:05.839 --> 00:35:09.490
While you do not appear to be at risk of any
serious danger if you have not previously

00:35:09.490 --> 00:35:15.760
fallen asleep in SCP-026, pay attention to
your dreams, and if at any time you find yourself

00:35:15.760 --> 00:35:21.109
back in a classroom setting where things seem,
well, off…

00:35:21.109 --> 00:35:26.099
contact the nearest SCP Foundation personnel
to receive Class A amnestics in order to minimize

00:35:26.099 --> 00:35:30.050
any risk of you experiencing an After School
Retention.

00:35:30.050 --> 00:35:36.050
A worker presses down on the plunger, and
moments later a huge explosion rocks the quarry.

00:35:36.050 --> 00:35:40.090
When the dust clears, the three quarry workers
look on at the pile of rocks that they’ll

00:35:40.090 --> 00:35:42.869
now spend the next days and weeks hauling
out.

00:35:42.869 --> 00:35:45.980
But then they spot something strange.

00:35:45.980 --> 00:35:50.040
There in the newly exposed rock face… is
an opening.

00:35:50.040 --> 00:35:53.050
The three men stand at the mouth of the previously
hidden cave.

00:35:53.050 --> 00:35:57.640
They poke their heads inside but it’s too
dark to see much of anything, except for the

00:35:57.640 --> 00:36:01.140
fact that the tunnel in the rock stretches
on for at least a few meters before it turns

00:36:01.140 --> 00:36:04.060
and prevents them from seeing any further.

00:36:04.060 --> 00:36:07.710
One of the quarry workers slaps his co-worker
on the back and dares him to go inside and

00:36:07.710 --> 00:36:08.810
check it out.

00:36:08.810 --> 00:36:13.140
“No way,” he tells him as he pulls his
hand back from feeling inside the cave wall,

00:36:13.140 --> 00:36:15.609
his palm now coated in a sickly slime.

00:36:15.609 --> 00:36:17.510
“It’s gross in there.”

00:36:17.510 --> 00:36:18.910
The other two laugh at him.

00:36:18.910 --> 00:36:22.310
If they think they’re so brave, why don’t
the two of them go check it out?

00:36:22.310 --> 00:36:24.690
The two men stop laughing and look at each
other.

00:36:24.690 --> 00:36:27.970
Who could have ever foreseen the tables turning
on them like this?

00:36:27.970 --> 00:36:29.950
But they’re not going to back down.

00:36:29.950 --> 00:36:34.270
One of the two takes out a flashlight and
they step into the cave while the third waits

00:36:34.270 --> 00:36:35.270
outside.

00:36:35.270 --> 00:36:40.230
He watches as the two of them head deeper
into the cave, disappearing behind the bend.

00:36:40.230 --> 00:36:44.630
Inside the cave, the floor is just like the
walls, coated with some kind of substance

00:36:44.630 --> 00:36:47.900
making it wet, but also a little sticky.

00:36:47.900 --> 00:36:52.410
They half expected the cave to end right around
the bend, but now they can see that it continues

00:36:52.410 --> 00:36:53.680
on.

00:36:53.680 --> 00:36:58.079
Not only is there another turn several meters
ahead of them, but as they head deeper in

00:36:58.079 --> 00:37:01.050
they find that there are branching paths too.

00:37:01.050 --> 00:37:03.570
This might just be the start of a vast cave
system.

00:37:03.570 --> 00:37:06.720
There’s no telling how far, or how deep,
it might go.

00:37:06.720 --> 00:37:10.079
They better head back to the entrance before
they get lost.

00:37:10.079 --> 00:37:14.500
The two turn around to start heading back
towards the entrance - but wait, what was

00:37:14.500 --> 00:37:15.500
that?

00:37:15.500 --> 00:37:16.500
They spin around.

00:37:16.500 --> 00:37:21.190
It sounded like there was a noise behind them,
but there’s nothing there, just the empty

00:37:21.190 --> 00:37:22.280
passageway.

00:37:22.280 --> 00:37:25.630
They must be hearing things, they really should
get out of here quickly though.

00:37:25.630 --> 00:37:27.589
“Come on, let’s go.”

00:37:27.589 --> 00:37:29.890
As they turn to leave though something happens.

00:37:29.890 --> 00:37:34.950
With a sickening squishing sound, the walls
of the tunnel constrict, closing up between

00:37:34.950 --> 00:37:36.089
them.

00:37:36.089 --> 00:37:41.200
He runs towards the now closed passage and
starts slapping at the moist, soft wall, but

00:37:41.200 --> 00:37:42.359
there’s no response.

00:37:42.359 --> 00:37:46.210
But then he does hear something… was that
a scream?

00:37:46.210 --> 00:37:51.160
He’s realized something else too, even though
his friend had the flashlight, he can still

00:37:51.160 --> 00:37:52.310
see.

00:37:52.310 --> 00:37:56.350
While faint, the walls themselves seem to
be producing a small amount of light.

00:37:56.350 --> 00:37:59.611
He yells out that he’s going to get help
and that his friend should hold tight and

00:37:59.611 --> 00:38:01.920
not move, he’ll get him out here.

00:38:01.920 --> 00:38:04.270
He has no idea if he can hear him though.

00:38:04.270 --> 00:38:08.790
He starts to slowly make his way back the
way he thinks they came, but the cave feels

00:38:08.790 --> 00:38:09.790
different.

00:38:09.790 --> 00:38:13.070
He’s taking turns that he doesn’t remember
making on their short trip.

00:38:13.070 --> 00:38:16.430
He should be at the entrance already, and
there seem to be more branching paths than

00:38:16.430 --> 00:38:17.470
there were before.

00:38:17.470 --> 00:38:21.420
It’s hard to tell in the low light though,
maybe he’s just confused.

00:38:21.420 --> 00:38:25.510
He’s hearing noises too… wet, writhing
sounds.

00:38:25.510 --> 00:38:27.240
He’s got to get out of here.

00:38:27.240 --> 00:38:30.750
The quarry worker reaches a fork in the tunnel
and has no idea which is the right way to

00:38:30.750 --> 00:38:31.750
go.

00:38:31.750 --> 00:38:33.060
He doesn’t remember this at all.

00:38:33.060 --> 00:38:37.190
He calls down the tunnel but there’s no
answer to his cries.

00:38:37.190 --> 00:38:41.800
He hears more of those wet, slapping sounds
behind him though, he’s got to keep moving.

00:38:41.800 --> 00:38:46.010
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe - the left tunnel it
is.

00:38:46.010 --> 00:38:51.260
He goes down his chosen path, rounds a corner,
and sees… another fork.

00:38:51.260 --> 00:38:52.480
What is going on here?

00:38:52.480 --> 00:38:54.000
He’s got to pick though.

00:38:54.000 --> 00:38:59.020
Eeny, meeny, miny - He screams as something
leaps out of the tunnel at him.

00:38:59.020 --> 00:39:01.560
Outside the cave, the quarry worker is growing
nervous.

00:39:01.560 --> 00:39:05.060
He’s gotten a flashlight of his own and
shines it down the tunnel, but he can’t

00:39:05.060 --> 00:39:06.990
see any more than they could before.

00:39:06.990 --> 00:39:12.349
He calls out, asking if they’re alright,
but he’s met only with silence.

00:39:12.349 --> 00:39:14.540
He looks around behind him at the empty quarry.

00:39:14.540 --> 00:39:17.880
They’re the only ones working on the site
that day, and if they don’t get back to

00:39:17.880 --> 00:39:21.619
work soon there’s going to be some angry
questions about why they spent the day horsing

00:39:21.619 --> 00:39:23.859
around inside of a cave.

00:39:23.859 --> 00:39:28.670
As much as he hates the idea, he’s got to
go in there and get them out.

00:39:28.670 --> 00:39:31.359
He enters the cave and goes around the first
bend.

00:39:31.359 --> 00:39:37.170
He too notices how oddly sticky and slimy
every surface is, but he has to press on,

00:39:37.170 --> 00:39:39.660
maybe they were hurt and needed his help.

00:39:39.660 --> 00:39:44.329
He rounds another bend and spots something,
a pair of legs sticking out from around the

00:39:44.329 --> 00:39:45.349
next turn.

00:39:45.349 --> 00:39:47.460
His friend must really have been hurt.

00:39:47.460 --> 00:39:51.250
He runs towards his injured co-worker and
kneels down next to him.

00:39:51.250 --> 00:39:54.720
It looks like he’s passed out on the ground
and he tries to shake him awake.

00:39:54.720 --> 00:39:56.000
“Are you okay?

00:39:56.000 --> 00:39:57.000
What happened?”

00:39:57.000 --> 00:39:59.850
His friend moans a bit, but doesn’t even
open his eyes.

00:39:59.850 --> 00:40:03.730
He moans again, and this time blood starts
pouring out of his mouth.

00:40:03.730 --> 00:40:07.920
The quarry worker steps back, scared at the
sight of his friend's state.

00:40:07.920 --> 00:40:09.870
That’s when he notices something.

00:40:09.870 --> 00:40:11.410
His friend’s stomach…

00:40:11.410 --> 00:40:12.550
it’s moving.

00:40:12.550 --> 00:40:18.910
He leans in close, he can see bumps swelling
and moving around his abdomen.

00:40:18.910 --> 00:40:21.460
“Is that…

00:40:21.460 --> 00:40:22.460
?”

00:40:22.460 --> 00:40:25.260
The SCP Foundation soon learned of the troubling
reports, and moved quickly to purchase the

00:40:25.260 --> 00:40:27.250
quarry and the surrounding lands.

00:40:27.250 --> 00:40:32.020
Those who had seen or heard rumors about the
missing workers were amnesticized and all

00:40:32.020 --> 00:40:36.190
further access to the area around the quarry
was strictly controlled.

00:40:36.190 --> 00:40:41.810
The cave itself that had been unearthed was
designated SCP-2385, but the Foundation needed

00:40:41.810 --> 00:40:45.990
to learn just what they were dealing with,
so after a research outpost was constructed

00:40:45.990 --> 00:40:50.250
over the entrance, the investigation into
what was happening inside this strange anomalous

00:40:50.250 --> 00:40:52.250
cavern system could finally begin.

00:40:52.250 --> 00:40:58.790
The first to enter the cave is D-11424, a
Class D personnel, who is equipped with a

00:40:58.790 --> 00:41:03.930
shoulder mounted camera, a Ruger LC9 pistol,
a machete, and one week’s worth of rations,

00:41:03.930 --> 00:41:08.960
since it was unknown just how vast this cave
system may be.

00:41:08.960 --> 00:41:13.710
D-11424 proceeds into the cave and immediately
reports back the same conditions that the

00:41:13.710 --> 00:41:18.700
workers had experienced, that the surfaces
of the cave were soft, wet, and a little sticky,

00:41:18.700 --> 00:41:23.260
and also that they seemed to have an almost
imperceptible glow.

00:41:23.260 --> 00:41:29.030
D-11424 moves deeper into the cave but sees
no sign of the missing workers, despite one

00:41:29.030 --> 00:41:33.119
of their bodies having been reported as being
lost relatively close to the entrance.

00:41:33.119 --> 00:41:37.720
He’s ordered to continue deeper into the
cave and radios back that the walls weren’t

00:41:37.720 --> 00:41:38.720
stable.

00:41:38.720 --> 00:41:42.420
He would pass by openings in the walls that
would seal off once he was past.

00:41:42.420 --> 00:41:46.160
On more than one occasion he saw new passages
open up as well.

00:41:46.160 --> 00:41:50.560
And these didn’t appear to be caused by
collapses or other geological activity.

00:41:50.560 --> 00:41:53.060
The walls seemed like they were alive.

00:41:53.060 --> 00:41:56.600
But the walls were the only sign of life he
could find.

00:41:56.600 --> 00:42:01.099
There was still no evidence of the missing
workers or whatever might have gotten them.

00:42:01.099 --> 00:42:06.580
But then, after D-11424 rounds a corner, he
sees that something is up ahead of him.

00:42:06.580 --> 00:42:11.970
It’s not one of the workers, it’s a creature,
and one that looks like nothing he has ever

00:42:11.970 --> 00:42:12.970
seen before.

00:42:12.970 --> 00:42:17.869
The thing crawling on the floor of the cave
looks like a giant worm, several feet in length,

00:42:17.869 --> 00:42:21.930
but with a grotesque, skinless, human head.

00:42:21.930 --> 00:42:27.100
D-11424, frightened at the sight of this grotesque
creature, turns to run but it’s too late.

00:42:27.100 --> 00:42:31.150
The worm has spotted him and charges at him
immediately, slithering across the wet cave

00:42:31.150 --> 00:42:33.619
floor at an incredible speed.

00:42:33.619 --> 00:42:38.319
D-11424 slips and falls to the ground, his
shoulder mounted camera knocked off his body

00:42:38.319 --> 00:42:42.720
and left and facing a wall, leaving the researchers
monitoring the feed with nothing except the

00:42:42.720 --> 00:42:45.540
sound of his screams.

00:42:45.540 --> 00:42:50.130
Once contact was lost with the Class D Personnel,
the Foundation decided that due to the presence

00:42:50.130 --> 00:42:54.380
of hostile creatures within the cave system,
that the next exploratory expedition would

00:42:54.380 --> 00:42:56.359
be undertaken without humans.

00:42:56.359 --> 00:43:00.880
The mission was authorized and two months
later, a remote controlled drone designated

00:43:00.880 --> 00:43:03.670
A-47 was sent into the cave.

00:43:03.670 --> 00:43:09.480
Just like D-11424 and the quarry workers before
saw, its camera captures passageways opening

00:43:09.480 --> 00:43:12.220
and closing in the living rock walls.

00:43:12.220 --> 00:43:16.510
As it progresses deeper, it eventually spots
the same worm-like creatures with horrible

00:43:16.510 --> 00:43:20.990
human faces that look like they’ve had their
skin removed, which have now been designated

00:43:20.990 --> 00:43:24.410
by the Foundation as SCP-2385-1 entities.

00:43:24.410 --> 00:43:30.740
And A-47 soon discovers a surprising fact
about these bizarre organisms - they appear

00:43:30.740 --> 00:43:34.859
that they are being birthed right from the
walls of the cave itself.

00:43:34.859 --> 00:43:39.700
As A-47 enters one of those largest rooms
yet seen in the cave, its camera captures

00:43:39.700 --> 00:43:46.040
over a dozen 2385-1s growing out of the walls
and ceiling in various stages of maturity.

00:43:46.040 --> 00:43:51.190
Some of them snap at A-47 as it passes by,
trying to attack the drone, but luckily they’re

00:43:51.190 --> 00:43:52.460
unable to reach.

00:43:52.460 --> 00:43:56.890
There’s larger examples of the worms in
the room too, and these ones also differ in

00:43:56.890 --> 00:44:00.410
appearance slightly, with a fibrous growth
over their eyes.

00:44:00.410 --> 00:44:04.150
The researchers assume that these entities
are different enough from the smaller versions

00:44:04.150 --> 00:44:10.810
that they warrant their own classification
and are designated as SCP-2385-2 entities.

00:44:10.810 --> 00:44:15.869
Luckily for A-47, these larger specimens which
can be as large as four meters in length seem

00:44:15.869 --> 00:44:21.440
much more docile than their smaller counterparts
and ignore A-47 as it passes by.

00:44:21.440 --> 00:44:25.960
A-47 then learns another shocking piece of
information about these disturbing worm-like

00:44:25.960 --> 00:44:29.060
creatures - they’re cannibalistic.

00:44:29.060 --> 00:44:34.320
Its camera relays footage back to the research
team of a 2385-1 entity feeding on another,

00:44:34.320 --> 00:44:35.520
smaller one.

00:44:35.520 --> 00:44:40.520
It appears that they eat their prey whole
after unhinging their grotesque jaws.

00:44:40.520 --> 00:44:45.000
The one feeding tries to lash out at A-47
with its tail, but can’t reach him with

00:44:45.000 --> 00:44:49.990
half of another instance in its mouth, and
the drone continues deeper into the cave.

00:44:49.990 --> 00:44:55.230
Just when A-47 enters the next chamber, a
2385-1 instance growing out of the ceiling

00:44:55.230 --> 00:44:59.400
drops down right in front of it, leaving no
way for the drone to get around it in the

00:44:59.400 --> 00:45:01.430
narrow section of cave.

00:45:01.430 --> 00:45:06.190
A-47 quickly turns around to seek out another
path but its camera captures the passage closing

00:45:06.190 --> 00:45:07.540
in front of it.

00:45:07.540 --> 00:45:09.950
A-47 is trapped.

00:45:09.950 --> 00:45:15.270
The 2385-1 entity charges towards the remote
controlled drone and attacks, biting and slapping

00:45:15.270 --> 00:45:16.869
it with its powerful tail.

00:45:16.869 --> 00:45:22.230
It then attempts to consume it but is unable
to ingest the bulky drone and instead leaves

00:45:22.230 --> 00:45:26.359
the heavily damaged robot for dead, slithering
away deeper into the cave.

00:45:26.359 --> 00:45:31.490
The battered drone lies immobile on the cave
floor for several hours, its camera broadcasting

00:45:31.490 --> 00:45:35.210
until the last of its battery is finally about
to run out.

00:45:35.210 --> 00:45:39.589
Just before it stops sending signals back
to the research outpost though, it captures

00:45:39.589 --> 00:45:40.589
something.

00:45:40.589 --> 00:45:47.030
The wall next to A-47 opens up and two of
the larger SCP-2385-2 entities emerge from

00:45:47.030 --> 00:45:48.800
the new passageway.

00:45:48.800 --> 00:45:53.420
One of them approaches A-47 as the other probes
at the wall next to it with its head.

00:45:53.420 --> 00:45:57.619
It seems as though the larger of the entities
are actually able to form new pathways in

00:45:57.619 --> 00:46:01.640
the cave, or at least open up doorways between
existing ones.

00:46:01.640 --> 00:46:06.730
With the last of its battery power, A-47 sends
back a truly remarkable sight.

00:46:06.730 --> 00:46:11.030
Out of the hole opened by the 2385-2 entity,
appears D-11424.

00:46:11.030 --> 00:46:18.220
He’s dirty, disheveled, sporting a month’s
worth of beard growth, and brandishing a machete.

00:46:18.220 --> 00:46:22.630
The wall opens up from the -2 entity prodding
at it and the odd group exits through it.

00:46:22.630 --> 00:46:27.150
It’s the last thing A-47 transmits back
to the Foundation.

00:46:27.150 --> 00:46:32.599
Two months later, after several more failed
manned missions, there was finally a success.

00:46:32.599 --> 00:46:37.460
An SCP-2385-2 instance that had wandered close
to the entrance was retrieved from the cave

00:46:37.460 --> 00:46:42.079
system and brought back to a Foundation research
site where a camera was surgically implanted

00:46:42.079 --> 00:46:43.470
in its head.

00:46:43.470 --> 00:46:49.160
The entity, which was designated as Subject
Alpha or S-A, was then amnesticized and released

00:46:49.160 --> 00:46:54.309
back into the 2385 caves, allowing researchers
to monitor how it behaved as it traveled through

00:46:54.309 --> 00:46:56.079
its home environment.

00:46:56.079 --> 00:47:00.300
The researchers watched as S-A made its way
through the cave system and stopped in another

00:47:00.300 --> 00:47:03.890
of the rooms filled with young versions of
2385-1.

00:47:03.890 --> 00:47:08.940
The larger entity approached several and appeared
to nuzzle its face against theirs before moving

00:47:08.940 --> 00:47:14.060
on, which looked to have a calming effect
on the extremely aggressive smaller versions.

00:47:14.060 --> 00:47:19.280
As it continues through the tunnels, S-A,
sees a group of 2385-1 instances feeding on

00:47:19.280 --> 00:47:21.880
a deceased 2385-2.

00:47:21.880 --> 00:47:26.609
It appears that when 2385-1s are unable to
swallow their prey whole, they burrow into

00:47:26.609 --> 00:47:29.170
the body and consume them from the inside
out.

00:47:29.170 --> 00:47:33.910
Luckily they are too distracted by their meal
to pay any attention so S-A and it is able

00:47:33.910 --> 00:47:35.180
to pass by.

00:47:35.180 --> 00:47:40.510
S-A then runs into two other 2385-2 entities
and the three begin traveling through the

00:47:40.510 --> 00:47:41.510
caves together.

00:47:41.510 --> 00:47:46.020
They’re soon attacked by a smaller -1, but
the group is able to pin the biting and thrashing

00:47:46.020 --> 00:47:50.550
entity to the ground with their powerful tails,
allowing S-A to nuzzle it.

00:47:50.550 --> 00:47:54.410
Just like with the ones being birthed from
the wall, this seems to calm the creature,

00:47:54.410 --> 00:47:56.920
but there is another effect as well.

00:47:56.920 --> 00:48:02.079
As the 2385-1 entity becomes more docile,
the same fibrous growths that can be seen

00:48:02.079 --> 00:48:06.650
on the larger 2385-2 entities start to grow
over its eyes.

00:48:06.650 --> 00:48:10.170
Is this how 2385-2s are created?

00:48:10.170 --> 00:48:14.380
The group of -2s continues their journey through
the tunnels, often stopping to prod at the

00:48:14.380 --> 00:48:16.000
walls to open new pathways.

00:48:16.000 --> 00:48:20.320
It appears that they are searching for something,
looking around each new room they enter before

00:48:20.320 --> 00:48:22.340
moving on.

00:48:22.340 --> 00:48:25.630
Eventually they run into something, but it
doesn’t appear to be what they wanted to

00:48:25.630 --> 00:48:26.630
find.

00:48:26.630 --> 00:48:32.800
They enter a new section of cave, and blocking
the path in front of them is the largest SCP-2385-1

00:48:32.800 --> 00:48:33.920
entity yet recorded.

00:48:33.920 --> 00:48:39.480
It’s as big as the -2s at over 7 meters
in length and weighing an estimated 400 kilograms.

00:48:39.480 --> 00:48:44.160
It appears to be extremely hostile but the
-2s seem to instinctively know that the only

00:48:44.160 --> 00:48:47.060
way forward is to go past this massive -1.

00:48:47.060 --> 00:48:51.790
The trio nuzzles their heads together as if
they are saying one final goodbye before one

00:48:51.790 --> 00:48:54.140
of the -2s charges straight ahead.

00:48:54.140 --> 00:48:59.109
The -1 attacks and quickly incapacitates it
with its powerful tail and snapping jaws.

00:48:59.109 --> 00:49:03.540
It begins feeding on the -2, giving S-A and
its one remaining companion the time they

00:49:03.540 --> 00:49:05.610
need to get past.

00:49:05.610 --> 00:49:10.380
As the now duo moves past, the other is attacked
from a side tunnel by a group of regular sized

00:49:10.380 --> 00:49:11.819
but ferocious -1s.

00:49:11.819 --> 00:49:14.140
S-A can’t do anything to help.

00:49:14.140 --> 00:49:18.530
It seems to pick up the pace and continues
on but as it rounds a corner, it comes face

00:49:18.530 --> 00:49:21.680
to face with another large -1 instance.

00:49:21.680 --> 00:49:26.340
It turns down a side tunnel to avoid it but
finds itself in a dead end.

00:49:26.340 --> 00:49:30.730
It prods at the wall as the -1 rushes towards
it but no new passageways open.

00:49:30.730 --> 00:49:35.570
It turns around seemingly resigned to its
fate as the -1 begins attacking.

00:49:35.570 --> 00:49:39.619
But just then, something else appears in the
tunnel coming towards them.

00:49:39.619 --> 00:49:44.930
It’s D-11424, charging forward with his
machete raised in the air, his hair and beard

00:49:44.930 --> 00:49:46.869
both long and wild.

00:49:46.869 --> 00:49:52.809
He begins fighting the large -1 entity, hacking
at it with his machete until it finally dies.

00:49:52.809 --> 00:49:57.579
With the vicious entity now dead, he kneels
down next to S-A and begins stroking its head

00:49:57.579 --> 00:49:58.770
in a calming manner.

00:49:58.770 --> 00:50:00.329
“Hey there, little guy.

00:50:00.329 --> 00:50:03.010
You alright?” he asks as he pets the 2385-2.

00:50:03.010 --> 00:50:05.109
“Yea, you're fine.

00:50:05.109 --> 00:50:06.109
Get up.

00:50:06.109 --> 00:50:07.660
I know where it is, come with me.”

00:50:07.660 --> 00:50:13.330
S-A struggles from its injuries but is able
to follow D-11424 as he leads it through the

00:50:13.330 --> 00:50:18.450
tunnels, with D-11424 stopping at one point
to carve a piece off of the fleshy walls and

00:50:18.450 --> 00:50:19.829
consume it.

00:50:19.829 --> 00:50:23.710
The tunnels eventually open up into a large
room that looks similar to the rest of the

00:50:23.710 --> 00:50:27.170
cave system except there is a huge, glowing
orb at its center.

00:50:27.170 --> 00:50:32.190
It’s a beautiful sphere of warm light that
appears to be at least 10 meters in diameter.

00:50:32.190 --> 00:50:38.319
“Here we are,” the D-Class tells S-A,
and motions towards the orb, “it’s alright.”

00:50:38.319 --> 00:50:44.750
S-A nuzzles against D-11424, perhaps one final
thank you for saving its life, then instinctually

00:50:44.750 --> 00:50:46.690
seems to know what to do.

00:50:46.690 --> 00:50:51.880
The camera feed shows that it began crawling
towards the sphere and after a brief pause,

00:50:51.880 --> 00:50:53.839
started pushing itself inside.

00:50:53.839 --> 00:50:58.549
The camera recorded the brilliant light of
the orb engulfing S-A and its implanted camera

00:50:58.549 --> 00:51:01.180
before the feed finally cut out.

00:51:01.180 --> 00:51:05.950
The SCP Foundation would later discover that
on that very same day in the city of Elgin,

00:51:05.950 --> 00:51:11.250
Illinois, a local woman was admitted to the
hospital after complaining of abdominal pains.

00:51:11.250 --> 00:51:15.130
Doctors performed emergency surgery and found
something they did not expect…

00:51:15.130 --> 00:51:16.250
a micro camera

00:51:16.250 --> 00:51:21.420
had somehow become embedded inside of her
body, which upon later investigations, would

00:51:21.420 --> 00:51:26.210
be found to bear the same serial number as
the one that had been implanted in S-A.

00:51:26.210 --> 00:51:31.589
Following this strange event, SCP-2385 which
had previously been classified as Euclid,

00:51:31.589 --> 00:51:33.000
was upgraded to Keter.

00:51:33.000 --> 00:51:36.910
An observation site has been built at the
quarry and no further human expeditions are

00:51:36.910 --> 00:51:38.640
allowed inside.

00:51:38.640 --> 00:51:44.130
In a bit of good news, some time later, D-11424
finally emerged from the cave system.

00:51:44.130 --> 00:51:48.810
He was taken back into SCP Foundation custody
and continues engaging in exploratory missions

00:51:48.810 --> 00:51:51.309
on behalf of the Foundation to this day.

00:51:51.309 --> 00:51:55.839
A prisoner in a striped uniform is led down
the central corridor of a penitentiary by

00:51:55.839 --> 00:51:56.839
a pair of guards.

00:51:56.839 --> 00:52:01.380
Wherever he’s being taken, the prisoner
is not going peacefully.

00:52:01.380 --> 00:52:05.829
The other inmates stand at their cell doors
watching as he is dragged past them.

00:52:05.829 --> 00:52:09.710
The prisoner is begging for the guards to
show him mercy, pleading for them not to make

00:52:09.710 --> 00:52:14.770
him go in there, to subject him to anything,
anything in the world but that.

00:52:14.770 --> 00:52:17.820
The guards pay no attention to his cries as
they force him along.

00:52:17.820 --> 00:52:21.990
They reach the end of the corridor and stop
in front of the last cell.

00:52:21.990 --> 00:52:23.339
Number 667.

00:52:23.339 --> 00:52:29.030
The prisoner looks into the dark, empty cell
and screams, struggling against his captors

00:52:29.030 --> 00:52:34.349
one last time before they overpower him and
shove him inside, slamming the door shut behind

00:52:34.349 --> 00:52:35.420
him.

00:52:35.420 --> 00:52:38.090
The prisoner looks around the small, dim cell.

00:52:38.090 --> 00:52:41.950
All that’s inside is a bed with a thin mattress
and a filthy toilet.

00:52:41.950 --> 00:52:46.600
He looks extremely scared, his eyes searching
around the cell as if a monster is going to

00:52:46.600 --> 00:52:49.339
leap out from a dark corner and grab him.

00:52:49.339 --> 00:52:53.640
The prisoner hears a cracking sound and jumps
in fright, spinning around to see a different

00:52:53.640 --> 00:52:55.720
kind of monster.

00:52:55.720 --> 00:52:59.540
Standing between the two guards who led him
here, is a third prison guard.

00:52:59.540 --> 00:53:04.630
He’s enormous, and the prisoner watches
as he cracks the knuckles of his massive hands.

00:53:04.630 --> 00:53:08.020
The giant guard reaches for something hanging
next to the cell door.

00:53:08.020 --> 00:53:10.759
It’s a… clipboard.

00:53:10.759 --> 00:53:14.230
He looks at the prisoner’s uniform and notes
his name before writing it down.

00:53:14.230 --> 00:53:19.100
The large guard asks over his shoulder “so…
what are we thinking?

00:53:19.100 --> 00:53:20.100
One day?

00:53:20.100 --> 00:53:21.100
Two?”

00:53:21.100 --> 00:53:24.510
“For this one?” one of the other guards
answers, “he deserves a lot more than that

00:53:24.510 --> 00:53:25.549
for what he did.”

00:53:25.549 --> 00:53:27.921
“Why, what’d he do?” asks the big one.

00:53:27.921 --> 00:53:29.670
“He attacked one of the nurses.

00:53:29.670 --> 00:53:31.049
She’s in pretty bad shape.”

00:53:31.049 --> 00:53:32.880
“One of the nurses?”

00:53:32.880 --> 00:53:35.500
the veins in the
larger guard’s head start to bulge out as

00:53:35.500 --> 00:53:37.099
his grip on the pencil tightens.

00:53:37.099 --> 00:53:38.520
“Who was it?”

00:53:38.520 --> 00:53:41.609
“It was… it was Gloria” the guard answers.

00:53:41.609 --> 00:53:44.839
The pencil snaps in the giant guard's hand.

00:53:44.839 --> 00:53:47.589
One of the guards quickly picks it up and
hands it back to him.

00:53:47.589 --> 00:53:51.200
Through gritted teeth he answers “I see…”

00:53:51.200 --> 00:53:55.520
As the giant guard stares at him with angry,
violent eyes, the prisoner starts to slink

00:53:55.520 --> 00:53:59.180
back into the dark cell, terrified of what’s
going to happen to him.

00:53:59.180 --> 00:54:01.340
“You like to attack nurses, do ya?

00:54:01.340 --> 00:54:04.640
Well we’re going to give you plenty of time
to think about it.

00:54:04.640 --> 00:54:07.870
I’ll see you… in a year.”

00:54:07.870 --> 00:54:11.839
The two other guards look at each other, clearly
thinking that this is extreme even for a crime

00:54:11.839 --> 00:54:12.839
like this.

00:54:12.839 --> 00:54:17.490
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” one
of them asks, but it’s already too late.

00:54:17.490 --> 00:54:21.210
The guard has penciled in the date for exactly
one year later.

00:54:21.210 --> 00:54:23.099
“No, please no!”

00:54:23.099 --> 00:54:26.030
the prisoner screams,
rushing towards the bars and reaching out

00:54:26.030 --> 00:54:28.349
as if it will somehow help him, but it doesn’t.

00:54:28.349 --> 00:54:33.900
There is a faint rustling of wind that seems
to carry the sound of whispers, and then…

00:54:33.900 --> 00:54:35.040
the prisoner vanishes.

00:54:35.040 --> 00:54:37.471
He’s simply gone, blinked out of existence.

00:54:37.471 --> 00:54:43.099
The guard hangs the clipboard back on the
wall before turning and quickly walking away.

00:54:43.099 --> 00:54:44.870
He needs to get to the infirmary.

00:54:44.870 --> 00:54:48.310
The two guards can do nothing but shrug at
each other and follow after him.

00:54:48.310 --> 00:54:53.119
“Poor guy” one of them whispers as they
walk away from the empty cell.

00:54:53.119 --> 00:54:57.420
One year to the day later, the huge guard
walks down the same prison corridor.

00:54:57.420 --> 00:55:01.780
It’s late at night, and as he walks along
he lets his baton hit against the bars of

00:55:01.780 --> 00:55:04.079
the cells, making a loud clatter.

00:55:04.079 --> 00:55:05.391
“Wake up everyone, wake up.

00:55:05.391 --> 00:55:07.839
It’s a homecoming day.”

00:55:07.839 --> 00:55:11.540
Sleepy prisoners get up out of their beds
and stand at the front of their cells, trying

00:55:11.540 --> 00:55:14.940
their best to look through the bars to see
the cell at the end of the block.

00:55:14.940 --> 00:55:17.250
“See what happens when you mess with staff.

00:55:17.250 --> 00:55:19.450
Come on, get up, get up.

00:55:19.450 --> 00:55:20.450
Today’s the day.

00:55:20.450 --> 00:55:22.109
It’s a homecoming!”

00:55:22.109 --> 00:55:25.370
The guard gets to the end of the corridor
and stops in front of the empty cell with

00:55:25.370 --> 00:55:27.830
the clipboard hanging on the wall next to
it.

00:55:27.830 --> 00:55:32.130
The door is open and there’s nothing inside
the dark cell except for the same dirty toilet

00:55:32.130 --> 00:55:33.339
and bed.

00:55:33.339 --> 00:55:36.520
The guard takes out his pocket watch and checks
the time.

00:55:36.520 --> 00:55:41.829
Everyone, the guard and the prisoners alike,
are all focused on the empty cell.

00:55:41.829 --> 00:55:43.569
The guard checks his watch again.

00:55:43.569 --> 00:55:49.039
The minute hand ticks over to midnight, and
the moment it does the cell door slides shut

00:55:49.039 --> 00:55:51.320
and locks with a loud click.

00:55:51.320 --> 00:55:56.329
The prison is completely silent, each inmate
waiting with bated breath to see what happens

00:55:56.329 --> 00:55:57.329
next.

00:55:57.329 --> 00:56:01.570
The guard takes out a large, heavy ring of
keys and inserts one into the cell door before

00:56:01.570 --> 00:56:02.599
stepping inside.

00:56:02.599 --> 00:56:06.910
He looks around and still it appears that
nothing inside is different.

00:56:06.910 --> 00:56:09.210
But then he spots what he’s looking for.

00:56:09.210 --> 00:56:14.619
There in the corner, near the toilet, is a
huddled figure in a striped prison uniform.

00:56:14.619 --> 00:56:17.530
“Well well well, there you are.”

00:56:17.530 --> 00:56:21.700
The guard starts to walk towards this person
who has somehow appeared in the cell, but

00:56:21.700 --> 00:56:25.010
the huddled figure doesn’t move or react
in any way.

00:56:25.010 --> 00:56:29.039
The guard reaches down and puts a hand on
the man to flip him over “How’d you enjoy

00:56:29.039 --> 00:56:31.670
your stay?”

00:56:31.670 --> 00:56:37.300
Solitary confinement is one of the most brutal
forms of punishment that is still in use across

00:56:37.300 --> 00:56:38.960
much of the world today.

00:56:38.960 --> 00:56:43.970
The psychological and physical distress that
comes from days, weeks, months, even sometimes

00:56:43.970 --> 00:56:46.650
years spent alone can be devastating.

00:56:46.650 --> 00:56:50.859
But as horrible as this practice is, there
exists a form of retribution that is even

00:56:50.859 --> 00:56:52.859
more terrifying.

00:56:52.859 --> 00:56:57.640
One that even the most hardened of criminals
fear and would do anything to avoid.

00:56:57.640 --> 00:57:02.260
This is SCP-2701, also known as…

00:57:02.260 --> 00:57:03.980
True Solitary.

00:57:03.980 --> 00:57:09.930
SCP-2701 is a seemingly standard looking prison
cell located in a now condemned Pennsylvania

00:57:09.930 --> 00:57:11.190
state penitentiary.

00:57:11.190 --> 00:57:15.700
The prison, which was built in the early-mid
1800s, was showing its age long before it

00:57:15.700 --> 00:57:20.330
was finally shut down, and the cell contains
only an old toilet and bed, with a clipboard

00:57:20.330 --> 00:57:24.799
hanging to the left of the cell with various
forms marked as “Intake”.

00:57:24.799 --> 00:57:29.130
The cell’s construction materials appear
normal and the contents themselves are non-anomalous.

00:57:29.130 --> 00:57:34.820
It is only when someone is placed inside of
SCP-2701 and the clipboard next to the cell

00:57:34.820 --> 00:57:38.590
is used, that its frightening effects become
evident.

00:57:38.590 --> 00:57:42.230
When a human being is locked within the cell,
their name is written on the intake form,

00:57:42.230 --> 00:57:47.630
and a date is filled in under the “release
date” section, SCP-2701’s anomalous activation

00:57:47.630 --> 00:57:50.030
event is put in motion.

00:57:50.030 --> 00:57:55.300
Thirteen seconds after these conditions have
been met, the person inside will disappear,

00:57:55.300 --> 00:57:58.970
completely vanishing from view as if they
simply no longer exist.

00:57:58.970 --> 00:58:04.150
Any attempts to better understand the process
by which they dematerialize have been unsuccessful,

00:58:04.150 --> 00:58:08.650
as all recording equipment looking into or
placed inside the cell will show only static

00:58:08.650 --> 00:58:13.690
or blank images during the thirteen seconds
before the subject disappears.

00:58:13.690 --> 00:58:17.119
Researchers observing the effect in person
though, have reported the sounds of wind and

00:58:17.119 --> 00:58:22.809
unidentified whispering voices, but it is
still unknown what may be producing these.

00:58:22.809 --> 00:58:27.630
At 12:00am on the dot on the release date,
the cell’s door will somehow close and lock

00:58:27.630 --> 00:58:29.990
itself if it is not already shut.

00:58:29.990 --> 00:58:35.220
At this exact moment, the person who vanished
will reappear within the locked cell.

00:58:35.220 --> 00:58:38.809
Unfortunately for the person who was locked
inside, while they may have returned to our

00:58:38.809 --> 00:58:43.290
reality, it is unlikely that they will ever
be the same.

00:58:43.290 --> 00:58:48.410
Experiments into SCP-2701 have revealed that
those who are placed inside and vanish will

00:58:48.410 --> 00:58:53.040
experience a state of complete sensory deprivation,
while remaining fully conscious the entire

00:58:53.040 --> 00:58:54.040
time.

00:58:54.040 --> 00:58:58.000
They experience no sounds, smells, or sense
of touching anything.

00:58:58.000 --> 00:59:02.190
They do not even see darkness, since that
would imply sight.

00:59:02.190 --> 00:59:05.600
Instead they truly experience no senses at
all.

00:59:05.600 --> 00:59:10.080
This effect can be disastrous for the human
psyche, with subjects reporting that they

00:59:10.080 --> 00:59:14.480
have developed intense fears of both shadows
and light, claustrophobia, agoraphobia, and

00:59:14.480 --> 00:59:19.930
a fear of going to sleep following their time
within SCP-2701.

00:59:19.930 --> 00:59:24.910
At the same time, they will have experienced
no physical changes at all, including aging,

00:59:24.910 --> 00:59:27.020
no matter how much time has passed.

00:59:27.020 --> 00:59:33.539
But the worst part of SCP-2701, is that those
who are locked inside do not experience time

00:59:33.539 --> 00:59:34.730
at the same rate as you or I.

00:59:34.730 --> 00:59:39.880
No, tests have revealed that once someone
disappears from within the cell, they will

00:59:39.880 --> 00:59:44.319
feel as if time has been significantly stretched
out, with the dilation effect causing them

00:59:44.319 --> 00:59:48.390
to perceive time at a rate that has been estimated
to be between three and four hundred times

00:59:48.390 --> 00:59:50.260
longer than normal.

00:59:50.260 --> 00:59:54.380
That means that someone placed inside for
two hours will experience time as if they

00:59:54.380 --> 00:59:59.810
had been locked away for 25 to 33 days, while
someone placed inside for a whole year will

00:59:59.810 --> 01:00:05.210
feel as though they have been floating in
a void of nothingness for several centuries.

01:00:05.210 --> 01:00:08.580
Foundation researchers have theorized that
the absence of any outside stimulation for

01:00:08.580 --> 01:00:13.099
that long of a period causes the mind to break
down rational thought structures in an effort

01:00:13.099 --> 01:00:17.900
to mitigate stress, and that a complete psychological
breakdown soon follows.

01:00:17.900 --> 01:00:23.369
In order to better understand the effects
of SCP-2701, the SCP Foundation embarked on

01:00:23.369 --> 01:00:26.280
a number of tests using Class D personnel.

01:00:26.280 --> 01:00:32.020
In one experiment, which was performed on
a D-Class known as D-77391, the event started

01:00:32.020 --> 01:00:36.780
at 11:45pm and the release date was set for
the coming midnight.

01:00:36.780 --> 01:00:40.760
This led to the D-Class being inside the cell
for fifteen minutes, though they experienced

01:00:40.760 --> 01:00:45.440
their time within as having lasted 75 to 100
hours.

01:00:45.440 --> 01:00:51.170
When D-77391 was interviewed six hours after
reappearing, they described their time inside

01:00:51.170 --> 01:00:53.650
as being a true hell.

01:00:53.650 --> 01:00:56.020
Experiencing nothing but emptiness, they couldn’t
do anything.

01:00:56.020 --> 01:01:00.490
They couldn’t sleep, they couldn’t even
scream, they were left alone with only their

01:01:00.490 --> 01:01:02.140
thoughts and memories.

01:01:02.140 --> 01:01:05.690
The only thing that kept them from completely
losing their mind was something one of the

01:01:05.690 --> 01:01:08.220
researchers told them before they entered
the cell.

01:01:08.220 --> 01:01:12.460
The researcher told them that no matter what
they felt, that they had to hold on to the

01:01:12.460 --> 01:01:14.240
idea that they were going to come back.

01:01:14.240 --> 01:01:18.119
They needed to remember they wouldn’t be
in there forever.

01:01:18.119 --> 01:01:21.710
While these words of encouragement did seem
to stave off the worst of the mental effects

01:01:21.710 --> 01:01:27.340
D-77391 could have suffered, they also impacted
the results of the experiment, and the offending

01:01:27.340 --> 01:01:32.400
researcher was later reassigned to a different
project following a six-month suspension.

01:01:32.400 --> 01:01:38.280
The SCP Foundation first became aware of SCP-2701
following reports of certain abnormalities

01:01:38.280 --> 01:01:40.599
at a Pennsylvania State Penitentiary.

01:01:40.599 --> 01:01:43.740
There were numerous complaints by lawyers
that they were not being allowed to meet with

01:01:43.740 --> 01:01:48.580
their clients, and that they were being denied
access to the site by the prison’s warden.

01:01:48.580 --> 01:01:52.270
When police were finally dispatched to the
site to investigate, it was discovered that

01:01:52.270 --> 01:01:57.640
the entire prison, which previously housed
137 inmates and employed a number of staff,

01:01:57.640 --> 01:02:00.750
had only one inhabitant - the warden.

01:02:00.750 --> 01:02:05.170
He described the activation procedure for
Cell 667, and explained that he had placed

01:02:05.170 --> 01:02:09.990
every single prisoner inside, one by one,
and made them disappear.

01:02:09.990 --> 01:02:13.690
He had been keeping the funds that were supposed
to be used for the care of the inmates as

01:02:13.690 --> 01:02:18.160
well as to bribe officials and former staff,
in order to keep the warden’s scheme secret

01:02:18.160 --> 01:02:20.569
and prevent any official inquiries.

01:02:20.569 --> 01:02:24.569
The warden surrendered to the police without
incident, and an undercover Foundation agent

01:02:24.569 --> 01:02:29.680
within the Philadelphia police soon alerted
SCP agents to the cell’s anomalous effects.

01:02:29.680 --> 01:02:34.651
When a Foundation team arrived on site, they
found the cell exactly as described, along

01:02:34.651 --> 01:02:36.270
with the intake forms.

01:02:36.270 --> 01:02:38.520
The prison warden had been telling the truth.

01:02:38.520 --> 01:02:42.180
Over a hundred forms were filled out with
inmate’s names, with release dates ranging

01:02:42.180 --> 01:02:46.110
from fifty to over thirteen hundred years
in the future.

01:02:46.110 --> 01:02:51.559
The ease with which SCP-2701 is able to be
contained, has led to it receiving the Safe

01:02:51.559 --> 01:02:52.559
classification.

01:02:52.559 --> 01:02:58.369
The former prison where SCP-2701 is located
is monitored at all times by video and audio

01:02:58.369 --> 01:03:02.200
surveillance, and a security guard equipped
with full-body restraints is present at all

01:03:02.200 --> 01:03:06.559
times to both detain any subjects who appear
within the cell, as well as prevent any new

01:03:06.559 --> 01:03:12.710
ones from being placed inside, that aren’t
a part of an official SCP Foundation experiment.

01:03:12.710 --> 01:03:16.619
Three SCP Foundation agents stand before a
large warehouse.

01:03:16.619 --> 01:03:17.730
Their mission is simple.

01:03:17.730 --> 01:03:22.210
Enter the building, find the observation unit
that has gone missing inside, recover the

01:03:22.210 --> 01:03:24.090
data from it, and leave.

01:03:24.090 --> 01:03:25.740
It should be easy.

01:03:25.740 --> 01:03:31.020
But the rundown structure they’re standing
in front of is no ordinary building.

01:03:31.020 --> 01:03:34.420
This… is SCP-015.

01:03:34.420 --> 01:03:39.300
The leader of the group, a large, muscled
man who goes by the codename of Agent Six,

01:03:39.300 --> 01:03:43.099
slides open a large door on the front of the
warehouse, and immediately the whole group

01:03:43.099 --> 01:03:48.329
is struck by a sight that makes them reconsider
just how easy this mission is going to be.

01:03:48.329 --> 01:03:53.250
In front of them is not a wide-open warehouse
floor but a cramped tunnel leading deeper

01:03:53.250 --> 01:03:54.500
into the building.

01:03:54.500 --> 01:03:59.339
The group has a job to do though, and so the
three head inside, Agent Two first, followed

01:03:59.339 --> 01:04:06.020
by Agent Lon, the data specialist, and finally
Agent Six, the expedition leader in the rear.

01:04:06.020 --> 01:04:10.400
As they enter the narrow hall of pipes, the
light from their flashlights plays off the

01:04:10.400 --> 01:04:12.850
floor, walls, and ceiling.

01:04:12.850 --> 01:04:17.760
Flashlights are one of the only items allowed
in SCP-015, and they reveal what the researchers

01:04:17.760 --> 01:04:22.869
had told them in their briefing, that many
of the pipes aren’t made of standard materials,

01:04:22.869 --> 01:04:29.300
but instead are all sorts of strange substances
like wood, glass, or even bone.

01:04:29.300 --> 01:04:34.230
The odd series of pipes have formed a twisting
tunnel leading deeper into the warehouse.

01:04:34.230 --> 01:04:38.480
The group must be careful since the floor
is uneven, with pipes occasionally sticking

01:04:38.480 --> 01:04:42.119
up out of the floor like tree roots, ready
to trip the unobservant.

01:04:42.119 --> 01:04:46.900
The three follow the corridors of pipes along
the path that they each had to memorize.

01:04:46.900 --> 01:04:50.750
As they come to branching paths, Agent Two
speaks the series of turns they must take

01:04:50.750 --> 01:04:51.750
aloud.

01:04:51.750 --> 01:04:52.750
Left.

01:04:52.750 --> 01:04:53.750
Left.

01:04:53.750 --> 01:04:54.750
Right.

01:04:54.750 --> 01:04:55.750
Left.

01:04:55.750 --> 01:04:56.750
Right.

01:04:56.750 --> 01:04:57.750
Right again.

01:04:57.750 --> 01:04:58.750
Straight.

01:04:58.750 --> 01:04:59.750
Right.

01:04:59.750 --> 01:05:01.310
And so on as they go deeper and deeper.

01:05:01.310 --> 01:05:05.160
They’d have to follow the directions exactly
if they hoped to reach the place where the

01:05:05.160 --> 01:05:07.510
Modular Robotic Vehicle should be.

01:05:07.510 --> 01:05:08.510
Left.

01:05:08.510 --> 01:05:09.510
Straight.

01:05:09.510 --> 01:05:10.670
Straight again.

01:05:10.670 --> 01:05:11.670
Right.

01:05:11.670 --> 01:05:15.170
Just a couple more turns and they’d reach
the point where the MRV had sent its last

01:05:15.170 --> 01:05:17.619
signal before going offline.

01:05:17.619 --> 01:05:22.090
As they walk though, they find that some of
the passageways are getting more difficult

01:05:22.090 --> 01:05:23.090
to pass.

01:05:23.090 --> 01:05:26.750
The pipes have closed in at certain points,
choking the already small tunnels down to

01:05:26.750 --> 01:05:27.970
mere crawlways.

01:05:27.970 --> 01:05:32.270
At one particularly narrow point where the
group must get down on their bellies and pull

01:05:32.270 --> 01:05:34.580
themselves along the ground.

01:05:34.580 --> 01:05:39.230
After Lon and Two exit the tight passage,
Agent Six suddenly calls out to the two agents

01:05:39.230 --> 01:05:40.230
ahead of him.

01:05:40.230 --> 01:05:42.089
“What is it, what’s wrong?”

01:05:42.089 --> 01:05:43.089
Two asks.

01:05:43.089 --> 01:05:46.410
“I’m stuck,” comes from the response
from Six.

01:05:46.410 --> 01:05:49.050
Lon and Two grab Six’s arms and begin pulling.

01:05:49.050 --> 01:05:52.599
With a loud grunt from all of them, Six finally
comes free.

01:05:52.599 --> 01:05:56.170
His pant leg is shredded from the thorny wood
that one of the pipes in the narrow tunnel

01:05:56.170 --> 01:06:00.160
is made from, but he’s free and they can
continue on.

01:06:00.160 --> 01:06:04.599
Finally, after what seemed like an hour of
walking, they finally find it.

01:06:04.599 --> 01:06:08.450
The Modular Robotic Vehicle that had been
sent in to investigate the current state of

01:06:08.450 --> 01:06:09.750
SCP-015.

01:06:09.750 --> 01:06:13.890
There’s something very strange about the
robot’s condition though.

01:06:13.890 --> 01:06:17.630
It looks like it has been speared right through
its primary observation unit.

01:06:17.630 --> 01:06:21.880
A smooth black pipe that appeared to be made
of dark fabric had pierced the vehicle right

01:06:21.880 --> 01:06:25.410
through its camera, but the lens didn’t
appear broken.

01:06:25.410 --> 01:06:30.800
Instead, it looked as if the pipe had somehow
connected with it, docking inside the lens

01:06:30.800 --> 01:06:33.970
housing as if the two parts were made for
each other.

01:06:33.970 --> 01:06:37.980
Other pipes had protruded from the floors
and walls as well, snaking into open spots

01:06:37.980 --> 01:06:40.859
on the vehicle, and lifting it up a foot off
the ground.

01:06:40.859 --> 01:06:45.339
They looked over the robot which was held
helpless in the air, its wheels slowly spinning

01:06:45.339 --> 01:06:47.980
as its internal battery ran down.

01:06:47.980 --> 01:06:52.609
The agents walked around the MRV examining
it, looking confused about the fate that had

01:06:52.609 --> 01:06:54.230
befallen it.

01:06:54.230 --> 01:06:55.520
Six suddenly broke the silence.

01:06:55.520 --> 01:06:56.520
“Well?

01:06:56.520 --> 01:06:58.020
What are you waiting for?”

01:06:58.020 --> 01:06:59.599
Lon wasn’t sure what to do though.

01:06:59.599 --> 01:07:04.040
As she got closer to the robot, she noticed
that a foul-smelling substance was dripping

01:07:04.040 --> 01:07:06.220
from the pipe that had merged with the camera.

01:07:06.220 --> 01:07:11.200
Her job was to remove the data from the MRV
but they also had strict orders not to damage

01:07:11.200 --> 01:07:13.660
anything in SCP-015.

01:07:13.660 --> 01:07:15.740
So what was she to do about the robot?

01:07:15.740 --> 01:07:19.660
Wasn’t it technically a part of SCP-015
now?

01:07:19.660 --> 01:07:24.869
She was worried if she removed the data cards
then SCP-015 might…

01:07:24.869 --> 01:07:26.029
well she didn’t know

01:07:26.029 --> 01:07:27.710
exactly.

01:07:27.710 --> 01:07:29.250
Six didn’t buy it though.

01:07:29.250 --> 01:07:33.819
The researchers may have told them that 015
“reacts” but he could see now that it’s

01:07:33.819 --> 01:07:35.430
just a bunch of weird pipes.

01:07:35.430 --> 01:07:39.270
Maybe it grows or moves a bit, but how would
it even know they were there?

01:07:39.270 --> 01:07:43.190
It hadn’t shown any signs of sentience,
let alone sapience.

01:07:43.190 --> 01:07:47.000
He wasn’t going to hang around in here any
longer than he had too though, and if Lon

01:07:47.000 --> 01:07:49.809
wouldn’t get on with it then he would.

01:07:49.809 --> 01:07:53.119
Six moves to the MRV and flips open the data
cover on its side.

01:07:53.119 --> 01:07:56.920
More of the fetid liquid pours out but he
ignores it.

01:07:56.920 --> 01:08:00.690
Lon and Two both look at each other, did the
other hear that too?

01:08:00.690 --> 01:08:06.710
It sounded like steam venting from somewhere
deep inside SCP-015.

01:08:06.710 --> 01:08:11.890
Six doesn’t seem to have heard it and begins
to remove the thin data cards from the MRV.

01:08:11.890 --> 01:08:16.120
With the data now recovered, he decides to
see if could free the vehicle from the pipes.

01:08:16.120 --> 01:08:20.259
It wasn’t necessarily a mission objective,
but why let good Foundation property go to

01:08:20.259 --> 01:08:23.009
waste when it’s right here in front of them?

01:08:23.009 --> 01:08:27.089
Six pulls first at the MRV, then the pipes
that were running into it, but he can’t

01:08:27.089 --> 01:08:30.859
get it to move, it’s completely stuck, seemingly
fused to the pipes.

01:08:30.859 --> 01:08:34.760
“Come on, we’ve got the data, let’s
get out of here,” Two says.

01:08:34.760 --> 01:08:36.350
But Six isn’t done trying.

01:08:36.350 --> 01:08:40.710
He sets his flashlight down and uses both
hands, pushing against the wall of pipes with

01:08:40.710 --> 01:08:45.310
his foot to gain additional leverage, when
suddenly there’s a creaking sound.

01:08:45.310 --> 01:08:46.310
“Ha!

01:08:46.310 --> 01:08:47.310
I think got it - “

01:08:47.310 --> 01:08:49.200
But Six was mistaken.

01:08:49.200 --> 01:08:53.210
It wasn’t the sound of the MRV coming free
that he had heard, but the sound of the floor

01:08:53.210 --> 01:08:55.799
underneath him giving way.

01:08:55.799 --> 01:08:59.719
Six falls into the floor up to his armpits
and the other two agents rush to help him,

01:08:59.719 --> 01:09:04.080
but as they do they notice the glow and immediate
burst of heat coming from the hole.

01:09:04.080 --> 01:09:09.069
Thickly flowing molten glass begins to fill
the hole and Agent Six cries for help as they

01:09:09.069 --> 01:09:11.449
desperately try to pull him free.

01:09:11.449 --> 01:09:16.489
His cries turn into screams of desperation
as they each grab an arm and after a struggle,

01:09:16.489 --> 01:09:19.850
finally manage to free him and drag him from
the hole.

01:09:19.850 --> 01:09:24.000
Six is no longer screaming as he is pulled
free though, his eyes and mouth are locked

01:09:24.000 --> 01:09:26.120
wide in sheer panic.

01:09:26.120 --> 01:09:30.460
Lon is now the one who starts to scream as
she realizes that they have pulled only the

01:09:30.460 --> 01:09:34.020
top half of Agent Six from the hole the fiery
pit.

01:09:34.020 --> 01:09:38.350
The bottom half of his body is completely
gone, burned away by the heat of the liquid

01:09:38.350 --> 01:09:39.350
glass.

01:09:39.350 --> 01:09:43.770
There’s no time to be shocked though, because
pipes begin to hiss and ping all around them.

01:09:43.770 --> 01:09:48.819
A wooden pipe above Two and Lon suddenly bursts,
sending a cloud of dust flying into their

01:09:48.819 --> 01:09:49.819
faces.

01:09:49.819 --> 01:09:53.589
It’s powdered glass, and it starts to pour
out of the broken pipe, covering what’s

01:09:53.589 --> 01:09:55.000
left of Six completely.

01:09:55.000 --> 01:09:59.640
Two spits out a thick stream of blood, his
mouth shredded from the glass particles, as

01:09:59.640 --> 01:10:02.940
Lon desperately tries not to rub them deeper
into the cuts in her eyes.

01:10:02.940 --> 01:10:05.080
They both know they can’t stay here though.

01:10:05.080 --> 01:10:06.760
They have to run.

01:10:06.760 --> 01:10:10.699
The pipes are deafening as they move as quickly
as they can back the way they came.

01:10:10.699 --> 01:10:13.239
It sounds like a train is barreling through
the building.

01:10:13.239 --> 01:10:14.900
They’re surrounded by chaos.

01:10:14.900 --> 01:10:17.050
Boiling chemicals pour out of one pipe.

01:10:17.050 --> 01:10:19.520
Tiny slicing rose thorns spray out of another.

01:10:19.520 --> 01:10:24.060
They come to a crawlway that’s just a couple
feet wide, but it’s their only way forward

01:10:24.060 --> 01:10:25.730
and they have no choice but to enter.

01:10:25.730 --> 01:10:27.930
Two dives in and starts crawling.

01:10:27.930 --> 01:10:32.449
Lon is hesitant, but a blast of steam from
a pipe near her head convinces her she has

01:10:32.449 --> 01:10:34.920
no choice and she follows after him.

01:10:34.920 --> 01:10:39.130
Two wriggles through the narrow passage and
is surrounded by more sounds of pipes creaking

01:10:39.130 --> 01:10:40.360
all around him.

01:10:40.360 --> 01:10:44.590
Each one seems like it might burst and pour
who knows what deadly substance onto him.

01:10:44.590 --> 01:10:48.080
But he has to suppress his fear and keep moving
forward.

01:10:48.080 --> 01:10:50.870
Finally, he emerges into a wider hallway.

01:10:50.870 --> 01:10:53.400
He turns and looks back at the hole.

01:10:53.400 --> 01:10:56.500
Lon should have been right behind him, but
there’s no sign of her.

01:10:56.500 --> 01:10:58.590
He sticks his head back in and calls for her.

01:10:58.590 --> 01:11:03.840
There’s no response but he can hear her
still in there, somewhere in the dark, struggling.

01:11:03.840 --> 01:11:05.682
He has to help her.

01:11:05.682 --> 01:11:07.870
Two gets back into the passage and starts
crawling.

01:11:07.870 --> 01:11:09.880
She couldn’t have been that far behind him.

01:11:09.880 --> 01:11:11.770
Probably just around the next turn.

01:11:11.770 --> 01:11:16.840
But as he crawls around the bend there’s
nothing there, just another wall of pipes.

01:11:16.840 --> 01:11:18.300
The passage has been sealed up.

01:11:18.300 --> 01:11:19.920
It’s a dead end.

01:11:19.920 --> 01:11:23.730
He presses his ear to the wall and can hear
Lon screaming on the other side.

01:11:23.730 --> 01:11:26.190
He hits his flashlight against the pipes in
anger.

01:11:26.190 --> 01:11:30.710
The pipe shakes for a moment then bursts,
spraying out a black liquid that covers his

01:11:30.710 --> 01:11:31.710
hand.

01:11:31.710 --> 01:11:35.000
It’s some kind of corrosive acid and he
screams as it burns through his gloves to

01:11:35.000 --> 01:11:36.000
the flesh beneath.

01:11:36.000 --> 01:11:40.449
He quickly crawls backwards out of the narrow
tunnel and emerges back out into the wider

01:11:40.449 --> 01:11:41.449
passage.

01:11:41.449 --> 01:11:44.409
Two cradles his hand, trying not to look at
the exposed bone.

01:11:44.409 --> 01:11:48.440
“I’m sorry!” he cries as he runs through
the tunnel of pipes towards what he hopes

01:11:48.440 --> 01:11:49.440
is the exit.

01:11:49.440 --> 01:11:50.440
“I’ll get help!

01:11:50.440 --> 01:11:52.020
I’ll come back, I swear!”

01:11:52.020 --> 01:11:54.219
Lon can’t hear his promises though.

01:11:54.219 --> 01:11:58.159
She heard what she thought was a pipe burst
followed by Two’s cries, but she doesn’t

01:11:58.159 --> 01:12:00.320
know now if he’s dead or alive.

01:12:00.320 --> 01:12:03.730
She decides she has no choice but to go back
the way she came.

01:12:03.730 --> 01:12:07.660
Maybe there’s another way out, but after
moving just a few inches her feet touch a

01:12:07.660 --> 01:12:08.810
solid wall.

01:12:08.810 --> 01:12:12.050
She’s trapped in a space no bigger than
a coffin.

01:12:12.050 --> 01:12:16.590
She feels around but there’s nothing here
in the dark, nothing at all, just smooth,

01:12:16.590 --> 01:12:18.040
fuzzy, warm pipes.

01:12:18.040 --> 01:12:21.590
No wait, there is something, a gap in the
ceiling.

01:12:21.590 --> 01:12:25.739
But it’s just the open end of another pipe,
and now there’s something dripping out of

01:12:25.739 --> 01:12:26.900
it.

01:12:26.900 --> 01:12:31.290
Droplets of whatever the substance is land
on her face, and then a full stream of liquid

01:12:31.290 --> 01:12:32.940
pours out onto her.

01:12:32.940 --> 01:12:37.640
She coughs as it gets into her mouth but then
realizes that it’s sweet.

01:12:37.640 --> 01:12:39.490
It’s… honey.

01:12:39.490 --> 01:12:42.469
At least it wasn’t molten glass or deadly
acid.

01:12:42.469 --> 01:12:45.670
Maybe she could even survive for a time on
the liquid, until another expedition team

01:12:45.670 --> 01:12:47.070
came to rescue her.

01:12:47.070 --> 01:12:51.280
Her brief moment of hope is cut short when
she realizes that the pipe isn’t stopping,

01:12:51.280 --> 01:12:54.780
and that she’s already lying in an inch-deep
pool of honey.

01:12:54.780 --> 01:12:59.139
Lon beats on the walls and ceiling as the
honey continues to rise around her and screams

01:12:59.139 --> 01:13:00.139
for help.

01:13:00.139 --> 01:13:04.070
She tries to plug the pipe with her fingers
but it's no use, nothing can stop more and

01:13:04.070 --> 01:13:05.950
more of it from pouring out.

01:13:05.950 --> 01:13:10.410
The honey continues to rise around her, and
all she can do is scream and claw at the pipes

01:13:10.410 --> 01:13:12.290
that have created her tomb.

01:13:12.290 --> 01:13:16.380
She presses her lips to the ceiling in an
attempt to gain one last breath before the

01:13:16.380 --> 01:13:18.429
honey completely fills the space.

01:13:18.429 --> 01:13:24.219
Her final choking gasps are sickly and sweet
as the honey fills her lungs.

01:13:24.219 --> 01:13:26.330
Agent Two keeps running through the tunnel
of pipes.

01:13:26.330 --> 01:13:29.950
His hand no longer hurts at least, either
from the shock or from the fact that all the

01:13:29.950 --> 01:13:31.710
nerve endings had been burned away.

01:13:31.710 --> 01:13:35.800
The horrible sounds coming from the pipes
seemed to have stopped too.

01:13:35.800 --> 01:13:37.830
Maybe he really would make it out of this
alive.

01:13:37.830 --> 01:13:39.860
Lon might have found another way out too.

01:13:39.860 --> 01:13:43.500
There’s no telling how many routes through
this maze of pipes exist.

01:13:43.500 --> 01:13:46.820
He would probably exit the building to find
her outside waiting for him.

01:13:46.820 --> 01:13:48.370
Poor Agent Six though.

01:13:48.370 --> 01:13:51.630
He never had a chance after opening that cover
on the MRV.

01:13:51.630 --> 01:13:56.300
His thoughts are abruptly interrupted though
when his foot catches on an unseen pipe and

01:13:56.300 --> 01:13:57.880
he falls forward onto the floor.

01:13:57.880 --> 01:14:00.650
Or rather, he should have fallen on the floor.

01:14:00.650 --> 01:14:05.610
Instead, a pit opens up in the ground leading
to a steep, sloping floor of pipes.

01:14:05.610 --> 01:14:09.650
He screams and tries to stop himself, but
the slick liquid covering everything makes

01:14:09.650 --> 01:14:13.969
it impossible for him to slow his descent
and he begins to slide down the pipes.

01:14:13.969 --> 01:14:18.210
His dimming flashlight shows what seemed to
be an endless tunnel of pipes stretching down

01:14:18.210 --> 01:14:19.239
into the dark.

01:14:19.239 --> 01:14:24.310
The tube of pipes twisted this way and that,
slamming him into the walls on either side,

01:14:24.310 --> 01:14:26.050
tumbling him head over feet.

01:14:26.050 --> 01:14:28.300
And the descent never seemed to end.

01:14:28.300 --> 01:14:31.449
He screamed until his voice went hoarse, then
gave out entirely.

01:14:31.449 --> 01:14:35.800
He didn’t have any way to mark the passage
of time other than when his flashlight finally

01:14:35.800 --> 01:14:40.050
started to flicker and then dim before finally
dying.

01:14:40.050 --> 01:14:44.739
He slid down the endless tunnel of pipes for
what felt like days in the darkness, far deeper

01:14:44.739 --> 01:14:46.850
than they physically should have been able
to go.

01:14:46.850 --> 01:14:51.750
When the friction of the pipes began to tear
his skin away, it was almost welcome.

01:14:51.750 --> 01:14:56.239
At least there would finally be an end.

01:14:56.239 --> 01:15:00.980
Following the loss of the SCP-015 recovery
team, the data on the Modular Robotic Vehicle

01:15:00.980 --> 01:15:05.500
was deemed non-vital and no further expeditions
were authorized in order to try and recover

01:15:05.500 --> 01:15:06.670
it.

01:15:06.670 --> 01:15:12.290
SCP-015 is a mass of pipes, vents, boilers
and other various plumbing apparatus that

01:15:12.290 --> 01:15:17.639
have completely filled an otherwise non-descript
warehouse located in a major American city.

01:15:17.639 --> 01:15:22.190
Any time the warehouse is not being directly
observed, the pipes will begin to grow, filling

01:15:22.190 --> 01:15:26.380
nearly all of the available space in the building
but also trying to connect to other nearby

01:15:26.380 --> 01:15:30.770
structures through the sewer and other subterranean
infrastructure systems.

01:15:30.770 --> 01:15:35.950
The current best estimate of Foundation researchers
is that the building contains over 190 kilometers

01:15:35.950 --> 01:15:41.420
of pipes, which range from just 2.5 centimeters
to over 1 meter in diameter.

01:15:41.420 --> 01:15:46.250
While some of these pipes will look new, others
have the appearance of being rusted or damaged,

01:15:46.250 --> 01:15:48.570
with many showing signs of leaking.

01:15:48.570 --> 01:15:53.350
The pipes are made of a strange assortment
of materials as well including bone, wood,

01:15:53.350 --> 01:15:57.500
steel, pressed ash, human flesh, glass, and
granite.

01:15:57.500 --> 01:16:03.560
Oddly, no pipes composed of lead, PVC plastic,
copper, or any other material one would normally

01:16:03.560 --> 01:16:06.800
expect to be used for the production of pipes
have been found.

01:16:06.800 --> 01:16:12.290
But by far the strangest anomalous quality
of SCP-015 is that it appears to react to

01:16:12.290 --> 01:16:13.290
aggressors.

01:16:13.290 --> 01:16:17.380
Should the building detect that personnel
inside of it are carrying tools, or if they

01:16:17.380 --> 01:16:22.280
make any attempt to either damage or repair
any of its pipes, they will trigger an immediate

01:16:22.280 --> 01:16:23.420
reaction.

01:16:23.420 --> 01:16:27.170
Pipes near the offending subject will often
burst, spraying them with a variety of liquids

01:16:27.170 --> 01:16:33.730
that have included oil, mercury, rats, a species
of insect not yet identified, ground glass,

01:16:33.730 --> 01:16:36.520
seawater, entrails, and molten iron.

01:16:36.520 --> 01:16:40.250
More and more pipes will continue to burst
around the subject until they either retreat

01:16:40.250 --> 01:16:43.840
from SCP-015 or are killed.

01:16:43.840 --> 01:16:48.639
SCP-015 was discovered by the Foundation after
reports that pipes emanating from a warehouse

01:16:48.639 --> 01:16:53.480
had mysteriously started to connect to multiple
other nearby structures, with no obvious answer

01:16:53.480 --> 01:16:57.980
for how or why they had suddenly begun emerging
from the structure.

01:16:57.980 --> 01:17:02.060
The pipes were eventually able to be cut back
and are now solely within the warehouse once

01:17:02.060 --> 01:17:09.719
again, but the human cost of containing SCP-015
has been high, and so far eleven SCP personnel

01:17:09.719 --> 01:17:13.800
have been killed in their interactions with
the anomaly and an additional twenty are still

01:17:13.800 --> 01:17:14.880
missing.

01:17:14.880 --> 01:17:18.900
All of the missing are presumed to also be
dead, though there have been reports of banging

01:17:18.900 --> 01:17:22.800
and screaming coming from within the building
that may indicate they are still alive in

01:17:22.800 --> 01:17:24.380
some form.

01:17:24.380 --> 01:17:29.130
SCP-015 has been classified as Euclid, and
because the building itself is impossible

01:17:29.130 --> 01:17:32.380
to move, it has been effectively contained
on-site.

01:17:32.380 --> 01:17:36.500
The Foundation maintains a gap of at least
two meters around the warehouse, and no structures

01:17:36.500 --> 01:17:40.480
are allowed to be built that make contact
with the building’s outer walls.

01:17:40.480 --> 01:17:45.920
Should any protrusions from SCP-015 be detected,
the pipes are to be immediately capped and

01:17:45.920 --> 01:17:47.250
sealed.

01:17:47.250 --> 01:17:52.070
Internal exploration of SCP-015 is permitted
with approval from senior staff, but following

01:17:52.070 --> 01:17:56.750
numerous losses within the site, expedition
teams must consist of three members all of

01:17:56.750 --> 01:18:00.120
whom are equipped with safety lines and GPS
tracking.

01:18:00.120 --> 01:18:04.270
The teams are not allowed to bring any hand
or power tools with the building, nor are

01:18:04.270 --> 01:18:07.520
they to attempt any repairs or maintenance
of any kind while inside.

01:18:07.520 --> 01:18:13.260
There’s no need to enforce these rules though,
seeing as SCP-015 appears more than happy

01:18:13.260 --> 01:18:15.860
to terminate the offenders itself.

01:18:15.860 --> 01:18:21.620
The SCP Foundation contains many anomalous
locations though SCP-015 may just be one of

01:18:21.620 --> 01:18:22.620
the strangest.

01:18:22.620 --> 01:18:26.730
A construction worker puts the final nail
into the wall of the room he’s working on.

01:18:26.730 --> 01:18:28.860
He stands up and admires his work.

01:18:28.860 --> 01:18:33.639
This is going to be a beautiful hotel one
day, a true triumph for not just him, but

01:18:33.639 --> 01:18:38.170
the entire country, and he’s proud that
he got to play a small part in its construction.

01:18:38.170 --> 01:18:42.010
He starts to pack up his tools, there’s
plenty more rooms that need work.

01:18:42.010 --> 01:18:45.489
It’s a massive structure that will ultimately
hold thousands.

01:18:45.489 --> 01:18:47.340
What a modern marvel.

01:18:47.340 --> 01:18:50.969
As he finishes putting away his tools, he
notices something.

01:18:50.969 --> 01:18:55.090
Through the still doorless frame, he sees
someone walk by in the hallway.

01:18:55.090 --> 01:18:58.570
Normally he wouldn’t think anything of it,
there’s plenty of other people working on

01:18:58.570 --> 01:19:01.630
this floor of the hotel, but there’s something
about this woman…

01:19:01.630 --> 01:19:03.139
could it be?

01:19:03.139 --> 01:19:05.080
No, it’s not possible.

01:19:05.080 --> 01:19:07.320
He takes out his wallet and opens it.

01:19:07.320 --> 01:19:11.060
Inside is a faded photograph of the construction
worker when he was still a young man, barely

01:19:11.060 --> 01:19:12.890
more than a boy really.

01:19:12.890 --> 01:19:17.350
Standing next to him in the picture is the
most beautiful woman he had ever known.

01:19:17.350 --> 01:19:21.679
She was his first true friend, his best friend,
and he always hoped that maybe it would turn

01:19:21.679 --> 01:19:22.920
into something more.

01:19:22.920 --> 01:19:27.989
They grew up together, shared so many experiences,
but then ultimately they were separated and

01:19:27.989 --> 01:19:29.040
lost touch.

01:19:29.040 --> 01:19:33.420
He was never able to find her again, but as
the picture in his wallet shows, he never

01:19:33.420 --> 01:19:35.530
stopped thinking about her.

01:19:35.530 --> 01:19:37.480
Could it really be her though?

01:19:37.480 --> 01:19:39.810
He runs into the hallway and calls out.

01:19:39.810 --> 01:19:42.160
The woman stops at the end of the hallway
and turns around.

01:19:42.160 --> 01:19:45.880
She’s carrying a tall stack of boxes that
are blocking her face.

01:19:45.880 --> 01:19:50.130
She sets them down and he sees… that it
really is her!

01:19:50.130 --> 01:19:54.210
They run towards each other, laughing like
children, like the way they used to, and embrace

01:19:54.210 --> 01:19:56.110
in the middle of the hall.

01:19:56.110 --> 01:19:58.650
He can’t believe it, it’s been so many
years!

01:19:58.650 --> 01:20:00.740
He never thought he would see her again.

01:20:00.740 --> 01:20:01.929
How long has it been?

01:20:01.929 --> 01:20:04.130
“Too long,” she tells him.

01:20:04.130 --> 01:20:06.290
He can’t believe how little she’s changed.

01:20:06.290 --> 01:20:10.290
The years have hardly taken any toll on her,
she’s just as lovely and beautiful as that

01:20:10.290 --> 01:20:12.460
last day he saw her.

01:20:12.460 --> 01:20:16.199
He asks her where she’s been, what she’s
been doing, is she… married?

01:20:16.199 --> 01:20:20.179
She tells him no, and that after they lost
touch, she feels like she has just been looking

01:20:20.179 --> 01:20:24.340
for him, waiting for the day she would randomly
see him pass by on the street, so that they

01:20:24.340 --> 01:20:25.500
could reconnect.

01:20:25.500 --> 01:20:28.469
She just never thought it would happen that
they’d be working in the same place at the

01:20:28.469 --> 01:20:29.620
same time.

01:20:29.620 --> 01:20:31.750
The construction worker can’t believe it
either.

01:20:31.750 --> 01:20:35.300
They both start to ask each other something
at the same time, but then stop and laugh

01:20:35.300 --> 01:20:36.580
at speaking over each other.

01:20:36.580 --> 01:20:41.020
“You go first” he tells her, “no you”
she responds with a laugh.

01:20:41.020 --> 01:20:43.850
Just then they’re both interrupted by the
sound of a whistle.

01:20:43.850 --> 01:20:45.350
The work is finished for the day.

01:20:45.350 --> 01:20:48.409
That’s the signal to pack up and go home.

01:20:48.409 --> 01:20:51.650
The construction worker tells her to wait
there, he just has to go grab his tools and

01:20:51.650 --> 01:20:53.730
then the two of them can go down together.

01:20:53.730 --> 01:20:56.670
But as he turns to leave she reaches out and
grabs his hand.

01:20:56.670 --> 01:20:58.230
“Wait” she tells him.

01:20:58.230 --> 01:20:59.929
He stops and turns back to her.

01:20:59.929 --> 01:21:03.740
“It’s ok” he tells her, “I’ll be
right back” but she doesn’t seem to want

01:21:03.740 --> 01:21:05.320
to let go of his hand.

01:21:05.320 --> 01:21:07.330
“Please, not yet” she tells him.

01:21:07.330 --> 01:21:09.239
“I just want you to stay with me.”

01:21:09.239 --> 01:21:10.480
He looks down at his hand.

01:21:10.480 --> 01:21:12.860
She’s gripping him so tight that it starts
to hurt a little.

01:21:12.860 --> 01:21:16.410
“Really, I’ll just be a second,” he
tells her, “then we can go somewhere and

01:21:16.410 --> 01:21:17.540
catch up.”

01:21:17.540 --> 01:21:19.540
But still she won’t let go of his hand.

01:21:19.540 --> 01:21:24.630
“I need you” she tells him.She steps close
to him, pressing her body against his.

01:21:24.630 --> 01:21:28.510
She closes her eyes and opens her mouth and
he feels himself doing the same.

01:21:28.510 --> 01:21:32.010
“I’ve always needed you…” she says
as their mouths are about to meet.

01:21:32.010 --> 01:21:33.010
“I need you forever.”

01:21:33.010 --> 01:21:38.219
The construction worker screams as the tiny
tendrils emerge from the woman’s body and

01:21:38.219 --> 01:21:39.630
plunge into his flesh.

01:21:39.630 --> 01:21:45.080
He opens his eyes to see the girl he once
knew morphing into a writhing mass of fibers,

01:21:45.080 --> 01:21:46.770
each reaching out towards him.

01:21:46.770 --> 01:21:51.100
A long tentacle-like appendage wraps itself
around his legs before whipping up and around

01:21:51.100 --> 01:21:56.870
his body, constraining him, as a second tentacle
wraps around his head, stifling his screams,

01:21:56.870 --> 01:22:00.020
before popping his head off of his body.

01:22:00.020 --> 01:22:01.020
North Korea…

01:22:01.020 --> 01:22:04.340
it’s a country that’s shrouded
in mystery, whose government, culture, and

01:22:04.340 --> 01:22:07.040
day to day life is a black box to many foreigners.

01:22:07.040 --> 01:22:11.770
But there’s another secret inside, one that
even the SCP Foundation is desperate to get

01:22:11.770 --> 01:22:16.139
to the bottom of, one that they know as SCP-031.

01:22:16.139 --> 01:22:22.650
SCP-031 is a massive organism, estimated to
weigh more than 7,500 kilograms, that can

01:22:22.650 --> 01:22:25.070
currently be found in a very surprising location…

01:22:25.070 --> 01:22:27.449
the Ryugyong Hotel which is located in Pyongyang,

01:22:27.449 --> 01:22:31.110
the capital of Democratic People's Republic
of Korea.

01:22:31.110 --> 01:22:34.770
The giant creature lives within the ductwork
and maintenance infrastructure of the building

01:22:34.770 --> 01:22:38.780
where it has spread to all 105 floors of the
hotel.

01:22:38.780 --> 01:22:43.280
Each of its many tendrils ends in a pod-like
growth called a sporocarp, which are approximately

01:22:43.280 --> 01:22:47.469
two meters in length and covered in many cilia-like
structures.

01:22:47.469 --> 01:22:50.590
Subjects have reported that when in the presence
of these sporocarp, they don’t see them

01:22:50.590 --> 01:22:55.020
as the writhing mass of organic matter that
they really are, but rather as an individual

01:22:55.020 --> 01:23:00.150
from their past, often with one whom they
shared an intense emotional attachment.

01:23:00.150 --> 01:23:03.750
When taking this form, the sporocarp will
try to convince the subject to remain with

01:23:03.750 --> 01:23:05.870
them for an extended period of time.

01:23:05.870 --> 01:23:10.420
The sporocarp will then attempt to make physical
contact with the subject, and if successful,

01:23:10.420 --> 01:23:15.300
its cilia-like structures will begin injecting
digestive juices directly into the subject.

01:23:15.300 --> 01:23:19.050
This will lead to the start of a process that
will eventually cause their flesh to be broken

01:23:19.050 --> 01:23:24.820
down, consumed, and then incorporated into
SCP-031’s body mass.

01:23:24.820 --> 01:23:28.850
Unfortunately for the victim, this horrific
process does not kill them.

01:23:28.850 --> 01:23:33.489
At the same time they are being digested,
a flagellum, which is a tentacle-like appendage,

01:23:33.489 --> 01:23:37.490
will emerge from the sporocarp and wrap around
the subject’s head.

01:23:37.490 --> 01:23:41.860
This flagellum has its own set of tiny tendrils
that penetrate the cranial cavity and replace

01:23:41.860 --> 01:23:45.860
the victim’s brain's blood vessels, which
has the effect of keeping the brain alive

01:23:45.860 --> 01:23:47.429
and functioning.

01:23:47.429 --> 01:23:51.170
The head is then removed from the body and
the brain is transported to the central mass

01:23:51.170 --> 01:23:56.960
of the SCP-031 organism, where it too is incorporated
into the creature.

01:23:56.960 --> 01:24:01.750
It is estimated by Foundation researchers
that SCP-031’s mass contains thousands of

01:24:01.750 --> 01:24:07.830
such brains, and by all appearances, they
are still alive… and conscious.

01:24:07.830 --> 01:24:13.690
The Foundation first became aware of SCP-031
in 1948, following reports of police activity

01:24:13.690 --> 01:24:18.590
in North Korea at a location where multiple
citizens had gathered near a refugee camp.

01:24:18.590 --> 01:24:22.150
Those gathered were proclaiming their love
for a cult-like leader they referred to as

01:24:22.150 --> 01:24:23.150
“The Beloved.”

01:24:23.150 --> 01:24:28.000
The civilians were able to be calmed through
the use of gas based tranquilizers and amnestics

01:24:28.000 --> 01:24:34.420
by Mobile Task Force Psi-7, who then recovered
a mass that would later be known as SCP-031

01:24:34.420 --> 01:24:37.150
and secured it at a local containment site.

01:24:37.150 --> 01:24:42.900
The SCP-031 creature only weighed 75 kilograms
at this time, and still had a vaguely human

01:24:42.900 --> 01:24:43.900
shape.

01:24:43.900 --> 01:24:47.659
It did not seem to be able to incorporate
other matter into its form at this point either,

01:24:47.659 --> 01:24:51.889
nor could it take on other people’s forms,
with its only anomalous effect seeming to

01:24:51.889 --> 01:24:55.980
be its ability to inspire intense feelings
of love and devotion.

01:24:55.980 --> 01:25:00.230
The breakout of the Korean War in 1950 led
to the destruction of the Foundation containment

01:25:00.230 --> 01:25:03.070
site, and all anomalies housed there escaped.

01:25:03.070 --> 01:25:08.800
Following the end of the war in 1953, all
of the escaped anomalies were accounted for,

01:25:08.800 --> 01:25:13.220
all except SCP-031, which was presumed dead.

01:25:13.220 --> 01:25:18.110
Little more thought was given to the terminated
anomaly until 1992, when the SCP Foundation

01:25:18.110 --> 01:25:23.010
caught wind of reports describing numerous
fatalities involving workers at the Ryugyong

01:25:23.010 --> 01:25:24.010
Hotel.

01:25:24.010 --> 01:25:27.590
A Mobile Task Force was sent to the hotel
to investigate further, but after none of

01:25:27.590 --> 01:25:31.460
the members returned from the mission, the
hotel was locked down and all construction

01:25:31.460 --> 01:25:33.869
was halted until further notice.

01:25:33.869 --> 01:25:38.710
By 2008, the increased infestation of the
still windowless hotel led to local officials

01:25:38.710 --> 01:25:42.170
starting construction again to finish the
building’s exterior and hopefully hide the

01:25:42.170 --> 01:25:47.460
presence of SCP-031 within, which led to the
deaths of even more workers.

01:25:47.460 --> 01:25:53.210
It’s estimated that at its peak infestation,
more than 75% of the hotel’s 3,000 rooms

01:25:53.210 --> 01:25:58.660
were infested by SCP-031, but reclamation
efforts have been able to reduce that number

01:25:58.660 --> 01:25:59.660
substantially.

01:25:59.660 --> 01:26:04.450
Flame projecting equipment is able to destroy
SCP-031 tendrils and sporocarps, as well as

01:26:04.450 --> 01:26:08.780
any personnel who have become assimilated
into SCP-031.

01:26:08.780 --> 01:26:13.070
Reclamation efforts are ongoing and local
officials continue to work with the SCP Foundation

01:26:13.070 --> 01:26:17.449
to facilitate the ultimate containment or
neutralization of the entity.

01:26:17.449 --> 01:26:20.170
But there’s one more strange twist to this
story.

01:26:20.170 --> 01:26:26.170
The more astute SCP experts may have noticed
the similarities to SCP-1427, a large slab

01:26:26.170 --> 01:26:31.980
of beryllium bronze with mind altering effects
that is also located within the Ryugyong Hotel.

01:26:31.980 --> 01:26:36.230
How is it that two anomalies, both of which
strongly impact the human brain, are both

01:26:36.230 --> 01:26:38.760
somehow housed at the same location?

01:26:38.760 --> 01:26:42.780
Some clues exist in the form of a classified
communication chain between two senior members

01:26:42.780 --> 01:26:44.719
of Foundation staff.

01:26:44.719 --> 01:26:48.620
The two discuss the obvious discrepancies
that exist when there are records of two anomalies

01:26:48.620 --> 01:26:53.600
both existing at the same place at the same
time, with neither file referencing the other.

01:26:53.600 --> 01:26:58.170
It leads to a strange paradox where for one
to exist, the other isn’t able to.

01:26:58.170 --> 01:27:00.719
And yet, they both do exist.

01:27:00.719 --> 01:27:08.429
Teams sent to investigate SCP-1427 will find
SCP-1427, and teams sent to investigate SCP-031

01:27:08.429 --> 01:27:14.820
will find SCP-031, and yet the first team
will have no memory of seeing SCP-031, and

01:27:14.820 --> 01:27:16.000
vice versa.

01:27:16.000 --> 01:27:19.580
When the teams were sent at the same time,
they were unable to find each other, as if

01:27:19.580 --> 01:27:23.350
they were existing in parallel dimensions,
each with its own version of the Ryugyong

01:27:23.350 --> 01:27:27.510
Hotel housing its own version of an SCP classified
anomaly.

01:27:27.510 --> 01:27:29.540
Do both anomalies exist?

01:27:29.540 --> 01:27:31.160
Or perhaps neither of them do?

01:27:31.160 --> 01:27:35.830
And both SCPs are in fact the result of a
third, as yet unknown anomaly?

01:27:35.830 --> 01:27:39.690
The answer to that question remains unknown,
at least to the two senior members of staff

01:27:39.690 --> 01:27:42.969
who were communicating about the contradictory
files.

01:27:42.969 --> 01:27:44.970
Both were relieved of their duties under…

01:27:44.970 --> 01:27:47.330
well… suspicious circumstances, and for

01:27:47.330 --> 01:27:52.190
the time being, both files continue to exist
in the database, just as both anomalies seem

01:27:52.190 --> 01:27:55.130
to exist in the Ryugyong Hotel.

01:27:55.130 --> 01:27:59.080
For now, this Euclid class anomaly continues
to be contained as well as it can be within

01:27:59.080 --> 01:28:02.340
the ducts and maintenance shafts of the Hotel’s
central spire.

01:28:02.340 --> 01:28:06.420
The three secondary spires each contain a
Type-9 Heaven's Blade Restriction System that

01:28:06.420 --> 01:28:10.290
focuses a disruptive energy field towards
the central spire.

01:28:10.290 --> 01:28:14.739
This system prevents SCP-031's psychic energies
from escaping the structure and affecting

01:28:14.739 --> 01:28:19.460
any off-site personnel, as North Korean teams
continue to push back against the spreading

01:28:19.460 --> 01:28:24.230
tendrils in the hopes that one day they will
finally be able to open the hotel.

01:28:24.230 --> 01:28:28.250
The girl sighs and slumps in her seat, kicking
at the back of the bucket seat in front of

01:28:28.250 --> 01:28:29.250
her.

01:28:29.250 --> 01:28:33.590
Her mother, sitting in the car’s front passenger
side seat, doesn’t even notice; she’s

01:28:33.590 --> 01:28:37.440
too busy taking photographs out the window
and chattering with her husband, who’s driving

01:28:37.440 --> 01:28:38.440
the car.

01:28:38.440 --> 01:28:43.100
That’s all they’ve been doing all day,
and the girl is sick to death of it.

01:28:43.100 --> 01:28:46.980
Her parents dragged her on this stupid vacation
trip, and now she’s got to waste her whole

01:28:46.980 --> 01:28:48.910
summer away from her friends.

01:28:48.910 --> 01:28:53.090
She stares out the window and watches the
pastoral countryside slide past.

01:28:53.090 --> 01:28:57.619
The quaint little villages and rolling hillsides
really excite her parents, but she could not

01:28:57.619 --> 01:28:59.160
care less.

01:28:59.160 --> 01:29:03.290
Mom and Dad planned this family vacation across
Europe for months, but she would much rather

01:29:03.290 --> 01:29:05.340
have gone someplace interesting instead.

01:29:05.340 --> 01:29:09.449
There are only so many boring old castles
and stupid cathedrals that you can look at

01:29:09.449 --> 01:29:12.449
before you just lose your mind.

01:29:12.449 --> 01:29:16.139
The girl sighs and crosses her arms across
her chest in silent resignation.

01:29:16.139 --> 01:29:19.619
“Guess we’re just gonna look at more dumb
buildings,” she mutters.

01:29:19.619 --> 01:29:21.380
“Honey, can you stop that?

01:29:21.380 --> 01:29:24.400
Your father worked really hard to put this
trip together, and the least you could do

01:29:24.400 --> 01:29:28.429
is pretend to have a good time,” says her
mother, momentarily lowering her camera to

01:29:28.429 --> 01:29:30.520
berate her ungrateful daughter.

01:29:30.520 --> 01:29:33.889
It’s the first time that her mother has
acknowledged her all day.

01:29:33.889 --> 01:29:38.290
“I think you’re really gonna like today’s
itinerary,” says her father, grinning as

01:29:38.290 --> 01:29:40.790
if he’s got a delicious secret that he can’t
wait to share.

01:29:40.790 --> 01:29:44.830
“We know it’s been hard for you spending
your whole summer away from home, so today

01:29:44.830 --> 01:29:47.429
we’re gonna do something just for you.”

01:29:47.429 --> 01:29:49.030
“Uh-huh,” says the girl.

01:29:49.030 --> 01:29:50.489
“Sure, dad.”

01:29:50.489 --> 01:29:52.800
She rolls her eyes and pulls out a cell phone.

01:29:52.800 --> 01:29:55.590
At least she can still get Internet access
out here!

01:29:55.590 --> 01:29:58.960
Desperate for something to distract her from
the monotony of this car trip, she quickly

01:29:58.960 --> 01:30:03.090
scrolls through her feed and reads all the
notes that her friends back home are posting.

01:30:03.090 --> 01:30:04.550
She frowns.

01:30:04.550 --> 01:30:08.710
Her classmates are all posting about the latest
blockbuster film in the girl’s favorite

01:30:08.710 --> 01:30:11.110
media franchise, Vampire Boyfriend.

01:30:11.110 --> 01:30:12.260
She grits her teeth.

01:30:12.260 --> 01:30:15.310
She likes to consider herself a Vampire Boyfriend
super fan.

01:30:15.310 --> 01:30:19.179
She’s a well-known poster in the Vampire
Boyfriend online community, famous for her

01:30:19.179 --> 01:30:24.110
fan fiction as well as her own original character:
Vampire Girlfriend.

01:30:24.110 --> 01:30:26.600
In fact, her writing is somewhat controversial.

01:30:26.600 --> 01:30:30.860
A lot of Vampire Boyfriend purists have accused
her character Vampire Girlfriend of being

01:30:30.860 --> 01:30:35.760
a Mary Sue, and they object to her stories
where Vampire Boyfriend meets and falls madly

01:30:35.760 --> 01:30:39.690
in love with her – to the point that he
forgets his canon lover from the film series,

01:30:39.690 --> 01:30:40.740
Vampire Wife.

01:30:40.740 --> 01:30:44.290
She’s annoyed to see that her friends got
to see the new Vampire Boyfriend movie on

01:30:44.290 --> 01:30:48.290
opening night, while she’s stuck out here
on this stupid family vacation!

01:30:48.290 --> 01:30:51.590
The movie won’t premiere in Europe for another
few months, and there’s no way she’s going

01:30:51.590 --> 01:30:54.220
to be able to avoid spoilers for that long.

01:30:54.220 --> 01:30:58.430
Everything about this situation seems tailor-made
to irritate her, and the excited giggles of

01:30:58.430 --> 01:31:02.540
her parents in the front of the car, as they
exchange knowing glances, are only annoying

01:31:02.540 --> 01:31:03.540
her more.

01:31:03.540 --> 01:31:06.850
“Trust me, you’re going to love this!”
says her father again.

01:31:06.850 --> 01:31:11.050
He peers at an unfolded roadmap in his lap,
mutters something under his breath, and turns

01:31:11.050 --> 01:31:14.760
the car off the main highway and onto a narrow
gravel road.

01:31:14.760 --> 01:31:19.210
The girl grits her teeth as the car rattles
over the uneven ground so hard that it nearly

01:31:19.210 --> 01:31:21.730
jostles her cellphone from her grasp.

01:31:21.730 --> 01:31:25.699
She tries to distract herself by typing some
notes to herself, plot points for the latest

01:31:25.699 --> 01:31:27.980
Vampire Boyfriend fanfiction that she’s
working on.

01:31:27.980 --> 01:31:33.670
In her new story, Vampire Girlfriend is going
to be kidnapped by werewolves, leading Vampire

01:31:33.670 --> 01:31:38.150
Boyfriend to have an existential crisis as
he struggles to find meaning in a world without

01:31:38.150 --> 01:31:39.429
his beloved.

01:31:39.429 --> 01:31:44.130
She makes a note that Vampire Girlfriend should
look, dress, and talk just like her.

01:31:44.130 --> 01:31:48.969
After all, she imagines, wouldn’t she be
the perfect match for Vampire Boyfriend?

01:31:48.969 --> 01:31:53.340
She pauses, a momentary dreamy expression
on her face, as she imagines how much better

01:31:53.340 --> 01:31:57.580
a weekend together with Vampire Boyfriend
would be compared to this boring car trip.

01:31:57.580 --> 01:32:00.550
“This can’t be right,” mumbles her father,
scanning the horizon.

01:32:00.550 --> 01:32:02.940
“But the directions said…”

01:32:02.940 --> 01:32:03.940
Suddenly he brightens up.

01:32:03.940 --> 01:32:04.940
“Oh!

01:32:04.940 --> 01:32:05.940
There it is!

01:32:05.940 --> 01:32:06.940
Playland!”

01:32:06.940 --> 01:32:09.571
The girl cranes her neck to see that the car
is fast approaching what appears to be a little

01:32:09.571 --> 01:32:11.340
carnival at the end of the road.

01:32:11.340 --> 01:32:12.389
She rolls her eyes.

01:32:12.389 --> 01:32:13.680
Oh, great.

01:32:13.680 --> 01:32:15.619
Of course, her parents would take her here!

01:32:15.619 --> 01:32:19.940
First, they bore her with endless visits to
museums and historical sights, and now, when

01:32:19.940 --> 01:32:23.380
they want to make it all up to her, they take
her to a carnival for babies.

01:32:23.380 --> 01:32:27.469
She’s not a kid anymore, but her parents
still think that this sort of goofy nonsense

01:32:27.469 --> 01:32:28.469
should excite her.

01:32:28.469 --> 01:32:32.800
“I know you’ve been bored going to all
the historical sites with us, honey pumpkin,”

01:32:32.800 --> 01:32:36.340
says her father as he pulls the car into a
parking slot and applies the brake.

01:32:36.340 --> 01:32:40.120
“That’s why I asked the hotel concierge
if there was anything good around here for

01:32:40.120 --> 01:32:41.120
kids.

01:32:41.120 --> 01:32:44.380
And, wouldn’t you know it, the next morning,
what did I find shoved under our door?

01:32:44.380 --> 01:32:45.530
Three free tickets!”

01:32:45.530 --> 01:32:48.690
He holds up the tickets as if they were a
trophy he’d won.

01:32:48.690 --> 01:32:49.890
The girl’s mother nods approvingly.

01:32:49.890 --> 01:32:51.060
“Now that’s good service.

01:32:51.060 --> 01:32:53.060
I hope you left him a big tip.”

01:32:53.060 --> 01:32:54.060
The girl groans.

01:32:54.060 --> 01:32:55.690
“You can’t be serious, dad!

01:32:55.690 --> 01:32:56.690
A carnival?

01:32:56.690 --> 01:32:58.820
What, do you expect me to ride on the tea
cups or something?

01:32:58.820 --> 01:32:59.820
I’m 15!

01:32:59.820 --> 01:33:01.239
I’m not a dumb baby anymore!”

01:33:01.239 --> 01:33:05.949
“Language, young lady,” admonishes her
mother as she unbuckles her seat belt.

01:33:05.949 --> 01:33:09.050
“Your father worked really hard to find
this place just for you.

01:33:09.050 --> 01:33:11.900
The least you could do is show a little gratitude
for once!”

01:33:11.900 --> 01:33:14.880
“Oh, you think you’re too old NOW,”
says her father.

01:33:14.880 --> 01:33:20.260
“But I bet, once we see some of these rides,
boy, I’ll bet you feel just like a kid again!”

01:33:20.260 --> 01:33:21.780
He inhales deeply.

01:33:21.780 --> 01:33:26.000
Even inside the car, the unmistakable fair
smells of funnel cake and corn dogs are in

01:33:26.000 --> 01:33:27.000
the air.

01:33:27.000 --> 01:33:28.000
“You smell that?

01:33:28.000 --> 01:33:29.050
Smells like fun!”

01:33:29.050 --> 01:33:30.050
“Sure.

01:33:30.050 --> 01:33:31.050
Fun.”

01:33:31.050 --> 01:33:32.280
The girl pockets her cellphone.

01:33:32.280 --> 01:33:36.260
The family exits the car and walks toward
the Playland gate, where they’re greeted

01:33:36.260 --> 01:33:37.630
by a costumed employee.

01:33:37.630 --> 01:33:39.179
"Welcome to Playland!"

01:33:39.179 --> 01:33:41.400
announces the employee in a chipper voice.

01:33:41.400 --> 01:33:43.119
“Your favorite amusement park!

01:33:43.119 --> 01:33:46.940
When you’re at Playland, you’ll find that
the worries of the day melt away… and it’s

01:33:46.940 --> 01:33:47.989
time for play!”

01:33:47.989 --> 01:33:50.440
“Oh, you speak English,” says the father.

01:33:50.440 --> 01:33:51.500
He turns to the mother.

01:33:51.500 --> 01:33:52.500
“See?

01:33:52.500 --> 01:33:53.500
Now that’s service!”

01:33:53.500 --> 01:33:55.140
He hands over the complimentary tickets.

01:33:55.140 --> 01:33:58.550
The employee takes them with a smile and a
flourish and then ushers the family through

01:33:58.550 --> 01:33:59.550
the gate.

01:33:59.550 --> 01:34:01.969
The girl, however, can’t stop staring at
the gatekeeper.

01:34:01.969 --> 01:34:06.460
If she didn’t know any better, she would
think that he was dressed like Vampire Boyfriend?

01:34:06.460 --> 01:34:08.250
But that doesn’t make any sense.

01:34:08.250 --> 01:34:10.040
It must just be a coincidence.

01:34:10.040 --> 01:34:13.570
But once they enter the park, she sees that
all the employees are dressed like Vampire

01:34:13.570 --> 01:34:14.600
Boyfriend!

01:34:14.600 --> 01:34:18.170
The guy standing behind the counter of the
ring toss booth, the guy manning the balloon

01:34:18.170 --> 01:34:21.750
station… the uniform for this part looks
like the outfit that she imagined Vampire

01:34:21.750 --> 01:34:24.820
Boyfriend would be wearing in her first fan
fiction story!

01:34:24.820 --> 01:34:28.340
“Wait…” says the girl, staring up at
the bundle of helium balloons floating above

01:34:28.340 --> 01:34:29.480
the balloon vendor.

01:34:29.480 --> 01:34:35.030
Each balloon bears the name “Vampire Boyfriend”
and the fanged bat logo of the film series.

01:34:35.030 --> 01:34:36.949
So it’s not a coincidence at all?

01:34:36.949 --> 01:34:40.440
This theme park really is themed after her
favorite films?

01:34:40.440 --> 01:34:43.710
Her father notices her change of expression
and he nudges her in the ribs.

01:34:43.710 --> 01:34:44.710
“Eh?

01:34:44.710 --> 01:34:45.710
Eh?

01:34:45.710 --> 01:34:46.710
I told you that you’d like it…

01:34:46.710 --> 01:34:48.390
This is all about those movies you like so
much, huh?

01:34:48.390 --> 01:34:50.040
Ghost Boyfriend or whatever?”

01:34:50.040 --> 01:34:55.040
“It’s Vampire Boyfriend, Dad,” she says
distantly, but she’s too mesmerized by her

01:34:55.040 --> 01:34:57.440
surroundings to put much feeling into the
barb.

01:34:57.440 --> 01:35:01.210
“How much for a balloon?” asks her father,
pulling open his wallet and quickly thumbing

01:35:01.210 --> 01:35:02.830
through a stack of local currency.

01:35:02.830 --> 01:35:05.699
“Oh, no charge!” says the balloon vendor
brightly.

01:35:05.699 --> 01:35:08.090
He plucks a string from the bundle and hands
it over.

01:35:08.090 --> 01:35:10.889
“Everything’s free for our valued special
ticket holders!”

01:35:10.889 --> 01:35:13.670
“Well, would you listen to that!” says
her father.

01:35:13.670 --> 01:35:15.380
He replaces his wallet in his back pocket.

01:35:15.380 --> 01:35:19.050
“Now, this is the kind of carnival that
I wish we had back in the States!”

01:35:19.050 --> 01:35:21.239
The girl awkwardly takes the proffered balloon.

01:35:21.239 --> 01:35:24.880
She feels silly holding it, but she’s more
confused about why it’s free.

01:35:24.880 --> 01:35:28.860
The whole point of offering free entry into
a carnival is to gouge people with over-priced

01:35:28.860 --> 01:35:31.420
rides and souvenirs, right?

01:35:31.420 --> 01:35:35.001
But everywhere she looks, she can’t help
but notice signs advertising “Free corn

01:35:35.001 --> 01:35:36.710
dogs!” and “Bumpers Cars!

01:35:36.710 --> 01:35:38.650
Unlimited Rides for $000.”

01:35:38.650 --> 01:35:42.080
How can this carnival make enough money to
keep operating if it’s not charging for

01:35:42.080 --> 01:35:43.080
anything?

01:35:43.080 --> 01:35:46.260
In fact, how can this carnival make enough
money to keep operating when it’s based

01:35:46.260 --> 01:35:48.210
around a niche film like Vampire Boyfriend?

01:35:48.210 --> 01:35:53.219
Are there really that many Vampire Boyfriend
fans out here to keep this place in business?

01:35:53.219 --> 01:35:55.080
Not that there’s anyone else around.

01:35:55.080 --> 01:35:59.600
As she scans her surroundings, she realizes
that, while there are plenty of costumed employees

01:35:59.600 --> 01:36:02.949
bustling around the fair, she doesn’t see
any other fair goers.

01:36:02.949 --> 01:36:07.199
It’s as if this whole carnival was created
and maintained solely for her benefit!

01:36:07.199 --> 01:36:08.780
“Hey, pumpkin, how about some ride?

01:36:08.780 --> 01:36:12.100
I bet you’d love to try out some bumper
cars, huh?” says her father.

01:36:12.100 --> 01:36:15.850
“How about we take a race, and you see if
you can beat your old man, huh?”

01:36:15.850 --> 01:36:19.159
He points to a bumper car ride across the
midway.

01:36:19.159 --> 01:36:20.550
The girl stares.

01:36:20.550 --> 01:36:24.889
Like all the other rides, it’s covered in
Vampire Boyfriend murals.

01:36:24.889 --> 01:36:28.440
This one depicts a young woman running away
from a pack of werewolves – and the young

01:36:28.440 --> 01:36:30.540
woman looks almost exactly like the girl.

01:36:30.540 --> 01:36:33.429
It couldn’t be… but there’s no other
explanation!

01:36:33.429 --> 01:36:37.310
The young woman in the mural matches exactly
the description of the girl’s character

01:36:37.310 --> 01:36:39.929
Vampire Girlfriend from her fan fiction story!

01:36:39.929 --> 01:36:42.780
And the image of the werewolves looks like
it’s an illustration of the scene where

01:36:42.780 --> 01:36:45.420
Vampire Girlfriend gets kidnapped.

01:36:45.420 --> 01:36:46.420
How could this be?

01:36:46.420 --> 01:36:51.440
Could it be that the artist, obviously a fan
of the Vampire Boyfriend films, is also familiar

01:36:51.440 --> 01:36:52.710
with her fan fiction?

01:36:52.710 --> 01:36:56.750
But even if that was the case, it’s absurd
to think that he would use it as inspiration

01:36:56.750 --> 01:36:58.950
for a theme park ride!

01:36:58.950 --> 01:37:02.210
Who other than her would possibly recognize
this scene?

01:37:02.210 --> 01:37:05.949
“Hmm,” says the girl’s mother, walking
up behind her and peering at the mural.

01:37:05.949 --> 01:37:07.869
“Why, that girl looks just like you.”

01:37:07.869 --> 01:37:08.869
“I know!

01:37:08.869 --> 01:37:10.770
She does!” says the girl quickly.

01:37:10.770 --> 01:37:14.790
It’s almost a relief to know that her mother
has also noticed the resemblance; at least

01:37:14.790 --> 01:37:17.139
it means that she’s not imagining things.

01:37:17.139 --> 01:37:19.560
At the same time, she feels a twinge of guilt.

01:37:19.560 --> 01:37:23.530
Readers online are always accusing her of
using Vampire Girlfriend as a thinly disguised

01:37:23.530 --> 01:37:24.929
self-insert.

01:37:24.929 --> 01:37:27.909
Seeing this larger-than-life picture of Vampire
Girlfriend makes her think that there might

01:37:27.909 --> 01:37:29.330
be some merit to the accusation!

01:37:29.330 --> 01:37:33.239
“Come on, you lot, stop worrying about some
old picture and let’s have some fun!”

01:37:33.239 --> 01:37:34.239
says her father.

01:37:34.239 --> 01:37:37.750
He offers money to the ticket taker parked
behind the kiosk, but that man merely shakes

01:37:37.750 --> 01:37:38.750
his head.

01:37:38.750 --> 01:37:41.530
“Your money is no good here, sir,” says
the ticket taker.

01:37:41.530 --> 01:37:44.920
“The bumper cars are free for our favored
guests today!"

01:37:44.920 --> 01:37:48.179
Her father clambers into the rink and ambles
toward a bumper car.

01:37:48.179 --> 01:37:51.900
Her mother tugs at the girl’s arm as if
to encourage her to join in, but the girl

01:37:51.900 --> 01:37:52.900
resists.

01:37:52.900 --> 01:37:53.900
“Come on!

01:37:53.900 --> 01:37:55.190
What’s gotten into you?” says her mother.

01:37:55.190 --> 01:37:57.710
“This place is just weird!” says the girl.

01:37:57.710 --> 01:38:01.610
“Like, half of the stuff here isn’t even
from the official Vampire Boyfriend lore!

01:38:01.610 --> 01:38:04.400
It’s all stuff that I made up for my stories!”

01:38:04.400 --> 01:38:06.170
Her mother rolls her eyes in annoyance.

01:38:06.170 --> 01:38:09.450
“Really, we go to all this trouble to find
something that you would like to do, and all

01:38:09.450 --> 01:38:11.050
you want to do is complain?”

01:38:11.050 --> 01:38:13.900
“I’m sorry, ma’am, is there some problem
here?”

01:38:13.900 --> 01:38:16.679
The family is startled as another employee
walks up to them.

01:38:16.679 --> 01:38:21.510
He’s also dressed like Vampire Boyfriend,
and a wide smile is plastered across his face.

01:38:21.510 --> 01:38:23.389
“You folks look like you’re upset about
something.”

01:38:23.389 --> 01:38:26.090
“You’re damn right I’m upset about something!”

01:38:26.090 --> 01:38:27.090
yells the girl.

01:38:27.090 --> 01:38:29.670
In her rage, she throws her drink at the employee.

01:38:29.670 --> 01:38:34.449
He barely reacts as the cup explodes against
his chest, dousing him with sticky soda.

01:38:34.449 --> 01:38:35.739
“What’s going on here?

01:38:35.739 --> 01:38:37.449
Where did you hear about Vampire Girlfriend?”

01:38:37.449 --> 01:38:41.300
“Ma’am, Playland is designed to give every
visitor the perfect experience!”

01:38:41.300 --> 01:38:42.610
says the employee blandly.

01:38:42.610 --> 01:38:43.760
“That’s not good enough!

01:38:43.760 --> 01:38:45.460
Tell me what’s going on here!”

01:38:45.460 --> 01:38:47.520
The employee’s attitude changes on a dime.

01:38:47.520 --> 01:38:51.260
His bright smile fades and suddenly his tone
turns stern.

01:38:51.260 --> 01:38:54.889
“Ma’am, I’m afraid that you’re going
to ruin everyone’s fun if you keep up this

01:38:54.889 --> 01:38:56.219
sort of behavior.

01:38:56.219 --> 01:38:58.830
We like to keep things fun here at Playland.

01:38:58.830 --> 01:39:03.290
If you want to spoil the fun, I’m afraid
I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

01:39:03.290 --> 01:39:04.290
“Fine!

01:39:04.290 --> 01:39:05.290
Then we’ll leave!”

01:39:05.290 --> 01:39:07.460
“Oh, come on, young lady, we just got here!”

01:39:07.460 --> 01:39:08.480
snaps her mother.

01:39:08.480 --> 01:39:12.159
“We literally drove all day to get here
and you want to leave after just one ride?”

01:39:12.159 --> 01:39:14.250
“You don’t even like rides!”

01:39:14.250 --> 01:39:18.370
“There’s a principle involved here,”
says her father sternly as he saunters up.

01:39:18.370 --> 01:39:21.969
“Young lady, if that’s your attitude,
then I think maybe you should go wait in the

01:39:21.969 --> 01:39:22.969
car!

01:39:22.969 --> 01:39:24.830
Because your mother and I intend to have a
good time.”

01:39:24.830 --> 01:39:26.989
The girl doesn’t have a chance to argue.

01:39:26.989 --> 01:39:30.500
The employee rests his hands heavily on her
shoulders and turns her around.

01:39:30.500 --> 01:39:33.639
“Don’t worry, folks, we’ll escort her
back to your car.

01:39:33.639 --> 01:39:36.040
You can join her as well when you’re ready.”

01:39:36.040 --> 01:39:38.110
The girl cannot believe what’s happening!

01:39:38.110 --> 01:39:42.119
The employee politely but firmly steers her
toward the exit, and frog marches her out

01:39:42.119 --> 01:39:43.119
the gate.

01:39:43.119 --> 01:39:47.260
He abandons her in the parking lot, tipping
his hat and smiling brightly before he disappears

01:39:47.260 --> 01:39:48.610
back inside the park.

01:39:48.610 --> 01:39:52.610
“Please try to enjoy yourself, ma’am,
until your parents are ready to join you.

01:39:52.610 --> 01:39:56.409
In the meantime, why don’t you work on that
new fan fiction you’ve been planning?”

01:39:56.409 --> 01:39:58.170
“How do you know about that!?”

01:39:58.170 --> 01:39:59.239
yells the girl.

01:39:59.239 --> 01:40:03.590
The employee doesn’t answer, simply turning
and fading back into the crowd.

01:40:03.590 --> 01:40:06.170
She rushes to the gate but the gatekeeper
stops her.

01:40:06.170 --> 01:40:08.770
“Sorry, ma’am, no re-entry without a ticket!”

01:40:08.770 --> 01:40:10.400
“But I have a ticket!”

01:40:10.400 --> 01:40:11.400
she cries.

01:40:11.400 --> 01:40:12.400
“You saw it!

01:40:12.400 --> 01:40:13.489
My dad gave it to you, like, half an hour
ago…

01:40:13.489 --> 01:40:14.489
come on.

01:40:14.489 --> 01:40:16.170
You can’t be serious!”

01:40:16.170 --> 01:40:20.210
She tries to push past him, but the gatekeeper
grabs her wrists with surprising strength

01:40:20.210 --> 01:40:21.270
and holds her.

01:40:21.270 --> 01:40:25.300
Still smiling, he firmly escorts her back
out to her car before releasing her.

01:40:25.300 --> 01:40:27.150
“Please, ma’am, don’t make a scene.

01:40:27.150 --> 01:40:28.710
You’re going to disturb our guests.”

01:40:28.710 --> 01:40:30.250
“Who’s in charge here?

01:40:30.250 --> 01:40:31.250
I…

01:40:31.250 --> 01:40:32.250
I need to talk to the manager!

01:40:32.250 --> 01:40:34.250
I want my parents back right now!”

01:40:34.250 --> 01:40:37.960
The gatekeeper doesn’t even respond; he
simply returns to his station.

01:40:37.960 --> 01:40:41.070
There’s nothing that the girl can do now
but wait.

01:40:41.070 --> 01:40:44.949
She sits down in the gravel and leans her
back against the side of the car.

01:40:44.949 --> 01:40:48.420
Minutes turn to hours and still her parents
haven’t returned.

01:40:48.420 --> 01:40:51.239
Eventually, she goes back to yell at the gate
keeper again.

01:40:51.239 --> 01:40:52.570
“Where are my parents!?

01:40:52.570 --> 01:40:54.260
They should have been back hours ago!”

01:40:54.260 --> 01:40:57.540
“Sorry, ma’am, I guess your parents are
just having too much fun right now.

01:40:57.540 --> 01:41:01.200
I’m sure you’ll see them again soon, though,”
says the gatekeeper.

01:41:01.200 --> 01:41:04.719
The girl shivers as she feels a bite in the
cool twilight air.

01:41:04.719 --> 01:41:07.179
She notices that the sun is starting to dip
behind the mountains.

01:41:07.179 --> 01:41:08.860
It will be dark soon.

01:41:08.860 --> 01:41:10.650
How much longer could they take?

01:41:10.650 --> 01:41:13.980
Even if they decided to ride on every ride
in the park, surely they would be done by

01:41:13.980 --> 01:41:14.980
now?

01:41:14.980 --> 01:41:19.550
“What times does the park close?” asks
the girl, a note of panic rising in her voice.

01:41:19.550 --> 01:41:21.170
The gatekeeper blinks serenely.

01:41:21.170 --> 01:41:23.470
“Playland is open 24/7, ma’am.

01:41:23.470 --> 01:41:26.699
We’re always here when you want to play!”

01:41:26.699 --> 01:41:30.590
The girl feels the color drain from her face
as she ponders the possibilities.

01:41:30.590 --> 01:41:34.159
Her father has the car keys, so she can’t
take the car to go for help…

01:41:34.159 --> 01:41:37.230
She pulls out her cellphone, but she doesn’t
know the number she would need to alert any

01:41:37.230 --> 01:41:38.230
local authorities.

01:41:38.230 --> 01:41:41.650
And it’s not like she speaks the language,
anyway!

01:41:41.650 --> 01:41:44.989
Other than the employees here at Playland,
she hasn’t met a single person in this whole

01:41:44.989 --> 01:41:46.260
trip who speaks English!

01:41:46.260 --> 01:41:52.090
She’s completely helpless, trapped, and
there’s nothing that she can do except wait

01:41:52.090 --> 01:41:53.400
and hope.

01:41:53.400 --> 01:41:58.989
As the night settles in, she realizes that
her wait might have just started.

01:41:58.989 --> 01:42:02.750
It might not be the happiest place on earth,
but it definitely tries to be.

01:42:02.750 --> 01:42:07.510
And while the world is full of sketchy amusement
parks, most of them just want your money.

01:42:07.510 --> 01:42:13.440
The amusement park known as SCP-1357, however,
genuinely wants you to have a good time.

01:42:13.440 --> 01:42:18.390
Sometimes it wants you to have a good time
whether you want to or not.

01:42:18.390 --> 01:42:24.230
SCP-1357 is a theme park with an area of approximately
4 square kilometers located somewhere in Poland.

01:42:24.230 --> 01:42:28.650
The park has four entrances, at each of the
cardinal directions.

01:42:28.650 --> 01:42:33.820
SCP-1357 is highly selective about who it
allows to enter the park, restricting access

01:42:33.820 --> 01:42:37.910
to parties that meet the following criteria:
The group must contain at least two adults

01:42:37.910 --> 01:42:41.860
in a romantic relationship, it must contain
at least one member who is under the age of

01:42:41.860 --> 01:42:46.440
18 and who thinks of the aforementioned romantic
couple as their guardians, and every member

01:42:46.440 --> 01:42:53.360
of the party must possess a free ticket – hereafter
referred to as SCP-1357-B.

01:42:53.360 --> 01:42:57.489
The park does not charge for admission, and
the only way to gain access is to have possession

01:42:57.489 --> 01:43:04.840
of an instance of SCP-1357-B. Once inside,
SCP-1357 looks like any other carnival with

01:43:04.840 --> 01:43:09.050
thrill rides, amusement arcades, midway games,
and concession booths.

01:43:09.050 --> 01:43:15.100
Highly unusual for a carnival, though, is
that SCP-1357 does not accept any money; all

01:43:15.100 --> 01:43:18.080
rides, food, and souvenirs are free.

01:43:18.080 --> 01:43:22.020
The layout and theme of the park are different
for different visitors and appear to be highly

01:43:22.020 --> 01:43:25.330
contingent on the desires of the youngest
member of any visiting party.

01:43:25.330 --> 01:43:29.909
Often, the park will appear themed after various
popular media properties, such as Batman,

01:43:29.909 --> 01:43:32.389
Winnie the Pooh, or Barney the Dinosaur.

01:43:32.389 --> 01:43:37.190
However, visiting parties accompanied by more
imaginative kids may encounter substantially

01:43:37.190 --> 01:43:42.440
weirder things in the park – including talking
animals, sentient foodstuffs, temporal displacements,

01:43:42.440 --> 01:43:45.159
and even extradimensional portals.

01:43:45.159 --> 01:43:48.639
Although the park normally sits empty, when
a group meeting entry requirements arrive

01:43:48.639 --> 01:43:54.970
at the gate, SCP-1357 will spontaneously manifest
a full working staff, people designated as

01:43:54.970 --> 01:44:03.130
SCP-1357-A. Instances of SCP-1357-A appear
to be ordinary humans of various ages, ethnicities,

01:44:03.130 --> 01:44:08.060
sexes, and genders, all clothes in matching
uniforms, suggesting that they are employees

01:44:08.060 --> 01:44:09.909
of the park.

01:44:09.909 --> 01:44:15.440
Instances of SCP-1357-A are exceptionally
friendly and helpful, and are extremely dedicated

01:44:15.440 --> 01:44:19.690
to making sure that visitors to SCP-1357 have
a good time.

01:44:19.690 --> 01:44:22.969
In fact, there’s nothing that they care
about more.

01:44:22.969 --> 01:44:28.560
There is, however, a darker side to SCP-1357,
and one incident suggests the frightening

01:44:28.560 --> 01:44:32.280
lengths to which the park will go to make
sure that its younger visitors truly enjoy

01:44:32.280 --> 01:44:33.830
their stay.

01:44:33.830 --> 01:44:37.989
As part of an experiment, a foundation agent
visited the park with his own family, each

01:44:37.989 --> 01:44:41.980
member equipped with audio recording devices
that continuously transmitted to foundation

01:44:41.980 --> 01:44:42.980
consoles.

01:44:42.980 --> 01:44:48.420
During his stay, he attempted to interrogate
an instance of SCP-1357-A.

01:44:48.420 --> 01:44:53.199
The instance of SCP-1357-A refused to answer
the agent’s questions about the purpose

01:44:53.199 --> 01:44:57.550
or origin of the park, instead lamenting that
the agent’s attitude was “going to spoil

01:44:57.550 --> 01:44:59.909
the fun” for his family.

01:44:59.909 --> 01:45:05.380
Eventually, instances of SCP-1357-A escorted
the agent to an exit and forcibly removed

01:45:05.380 --> 01:45:07.140
him from the park.

01:45:07.140 --> 01:45:11.190
When his wife attempted to follow him, the
couple’s daughter refused to leave.

01:45:11.190 --> 01:45:16.350
Instances of SCP-135-A separated the daughter
from her family, removing the wife from the

01:45:16.350 --> 01:45:20.199
park and keeping the daughter inside, leaving
the parents with only vague assurances that

01:45:20.199 --> 01:45:23.650
their daughter would be returned when she
was ready to leave the park.

01:45:23.650 --> 01:45:27.389
Attempts to forcibly recover the daughter
proved futile, and even a well-armed rescue

01:45:27.389 --> 01:45:34.560
team was unable to overcome the seemingly
infinite numbers of SCP-1357-A that SCP-1357

01:45:34.560 --> 01:45:36.420
manifested to protect itself.

01:45:36.420 --> 01:45:40.739
Hopes that SCP-1357 might indeed allow the
daughter to leave once she became bored with

01:45:40.739 --> 01:45:45.440
park attractions also proved to futile; audio
captured from daughter’s recording device

01:45:45.440 --> 01:45:50.909
seems to indicate that when she eventually
demanded that SCP-1357-A’s release her,

01:45:50.909 --> 01:45:55.650
she was instead placed into some sort of machine
that altered or brainwashed her into becoming

01:45:55.650 --> 01:45:59.520
an SCP-1357-A herself.

01:45:59.520 --> 01:46:04.909
Subsequent park visits by foundation researchers
have revealed a new SCP-1357-A that matches

01:46:04.909 --> 01:46:08.550
the daughter’s physical description but
does not display any memories of her past

01:46:08.550 --> 01:46:10.010
life.

01:46:10.010 --> 01:46:14.770
Interactions with the SCP-1357-A that resembles
the missing daughter reveal that, like other

01:46:14.770 --> 01:46:20.770
instances of SCP-1357-A, her only thoughts
are on how to please park visitors and help

01:46:20.770 --> 01:46:23.610
them enjoy a pleasant visiting experience.

01:46:23.610 --> 01:46:28.070
In the end, Playland may offer the ultimate
amusement park experience for free… but

01:46:28.070 --> 01:46:31.620
it might still exact a price way too high.

01:46:31.620 --> 01:46:35.719
It's not every day that the SCP Foundation
opens a brand new site, and appoints a new

01:46:35.719 --> 01:46:36.719
site director.

01:46:36.719 --> 01:46:39.810
But today is one of those days.

01:46:39.810 --> 01:46:44.739
Work is about to begin at Site-41, and a respected
Senior Researcher has been appointed director

01:46:44.739 --> 01:46:46.349
of the brand new site.

01:46:46.349 --> 01:46:50.330
He hasn't been told much about it yet, but
he knows a few things for certain: some sort

01:46:50.330 --> 01:46:54.900
of new, highly volatile anomaly was discovered,
a site was constructed around it, and his

01:46:54.900 --> 01:47:00.160
many years of loyalty to the organization
have finally been rewarded with a promotion.

01:47:00.160 --> 01:47:04.449
As he takes his morning shower, his mind races,
turning over the possibilities that this new

01:47:04.449 --> 01:47:06.380
chapter might bring.

01:47:06.380 --> 01:47:08.360
Is he up to the potential challenges?

01:47:08.360 --> 01:47:10.580
Just how dangerous is this new anomaly?

01:47:10.580 --> 01:47:14.650
What could possibly necessitate the building
of a brand new site just to contain it?

01:47:14.650 --> 01:47:19.400
Whatever it is, these years of securing, containing,
and protecting have prepared him.

01:47:19.400 --> 01:47:24.400
He's seen bizarre creatures, cursed places,
and objects that defy the laws of physics.

01:47:24.400 --> 01:47:27.670
Whatever awaits him in his new position, he
can handle it.

01:47:27.670 --> 01:47:31.980
He rinses the shampoo from his hair, letting
his jitters flow down the drain with it, and

01:47:31.980 --> 01:47:33.290
switches off the water.

01:47:33.290 --> 01:47:36.929
He climbs out of the shower and turns to the
foggy mirror.

01:47:36.929 --> 01:47:40.340
He sweeps a palm across the glass and meets
his reflection's eyes.

01:47:40.340 --> 01:47:44.719
His serious expression catches him off-guard,
and he can't help but let his mind wander

01:47:44.719 --> 01:47:48.780
back to someone else who looked at him that
way, with those stony gray eyes, such a long

01:47:48.780 --> 01:47:49.780
time ago...

01:47:49.780 --> 01:47:51.969
He and his brother had never gotten along.

01:47:51.969 --> 01:47:56.449
Though they shared the same face, the same
hair, and the same eyes, they couldn't have

01:47:56.449 --> 01:47:57.760
been more different.

01:47:57.760 --> 01:48:01.900
He was the screwup, the one who couldn't focus
in class and was always bumbling through life

01:48:01.900 --> 01:48:04.010
like a bull in a china shop.

01:48:04.010 --> 01:48:08.050
His brother was the golden boy, the star student
who could do no wrong.

01:48:08.050 --> 01:48:11.930
As the boys got older, he tried to climb out
of his brother's shadow, and tried to live

01:48:11.930 --> 01:48:17.110
up to their parents' expectations, but anything
he did his brother could do better.

01:48:17.110 --> 01:48:20.890
He got into a great college, his brother got
into Harvard.

01:48:20.890 --> 01:48:23.560
He got a job, his brother got a more impressive
one.

01:48:23.560 --> 01:48:26.530
He got a Honda, his brother got a Mercedes.

01:48:26.530 --> 01:48:30.230
He fell in love with a girl, and his brother
married her.

01:48:30.230 --> 01:48:33.690
It seemed like he would never stand on his
own, never be anything but the lesser version

01:48:33.690 --> 01:48:34.830
of a perfect man.

01:48:34.830 --> 01:48:38.719
A nasty little homunculus who just happened
to be wearing the graven image of something

01:48:38.719 --> 01:48:40.630
greater than himself.

01:48:40.630 --> 01:48:44.490
On the night of his brother's wedding, the
festering resentment had finally come to the

01:48:44.490 --> 01:48:45.490
surface.

01:48:45.490 --> 01:48:50.440
He remembers the night in bits and pieces:
a harsh word, a fifth drink, a broken champagne

01:48:50.440 --> 01:48:51.440
glass.

01:48:51.440 --> 01:48:55.120
His brother said something that went too far,
cut too deep.

01:48:55.120 --> 01:48:58.570
Without thinking, he shoved him, just a bit
too hard.

01:48:58.570 --> 01:49:02.610
He watched his brother fall, watched his head
hit the corner of the table.

01:49:02.610 --> 01:49:05.050
And then...he was still.

01:49:05.050 --> 01:49:06.050
Silent.

01:49:06.050 --> 01:49:10.270
He thought about turning himself in...but
then another thought crossed his mind.

01:49:10.270 --> 01:49:12.550
Why ruin two futures at once?

01:49:12.550 --> 01:49:15.270
His brother was gone, there was no coming
back from that.

01:49:15.270 --> 01:49:18.520
Should he really spend the rest of his life
in prison over a tragic mistake?

01:49:18.520 --> 01:49:20.630
It didn't seem fair.

01:49:20.630 --> 01:49:22.989
Instead, he planned.

01:49:22.989 --> 01:49:25.910
For once, he was grateful for the similarities
between him and his brother.

01:49:25.910 --> 01:49:27.409
Their handwriting, for instance.

01:49:27.409 --> 01:49:31.199
He forged a note to his brother's new bride,
telling her that he couldn't take the pressures

01:49:31.199 --> 01:49:32.630
of his life anymore.

01:49:32.630 --> 01:49:36.790
He was leaving, fleeing to Europe to start
a new life, with a new name, and leaving all

01:49:36.790 --> 01:49:38.179
of his old ties behind.

01:49:38.179 --> 01:49:43.400
Then, he packed his brother's body, the one
that looked so much like his own, into a suitcase.

01:49:43.400 --> 01:49:47.820
He drove out into the woods, to a place they
had once gotten lost as children, and he buried

01:49:47.820 --> 01:49:50.540
it so deep no one would ever find it.

01:49:50.540 --> 01:49:53.030
He’d never forget how he felt that night.

01:49:53.030 --> 01:49:57.740
Laboring away in the dark forest, face an
unpleasant mess of snot and tears.

01:49:57.740 --> 01:50:01.179
The end of his shovel piercing the dirt again
and again, until he’d made a big enough

01:50:01.179 --> 01:50:05.980
hole to consign the case that now held his
own brother’s mangled body.

01:50:05.980 --> 01:50:10.960
Every shovel full of dirt that he piled back
on, hiding his sin, felt heavier than the

01:50:10.960 --> 01:50:11.960
last.

01:50:11.960 --> 01:50:12.960
What had he done?

01:50:12.960 --> 01:50:13.960
What the hell had he done?

01:50:13.960 --> 01:50:18.179
But by the time the grim deed was concluded,
rationalizations had smoothed out the hard

01:50:18.179 --> 01:50:19.440
edges of his crime.

01:50:19.440 --> 01:50:21.660
There were a million reasons this was okay.

01:50:21.660 --> 01:50:22.880
This was justified.

01:50:22.880 --> 01:50:26.489
It was an accident, of course, that much was
clear, but didn’t his brother also have

01:50:26.489 --> 01:50:27.489
it coming?

01:50:27.489 --> 01:50:31.179
For flaunting his perfect life in his face
for all these years?

01:50:31.179 --> 01:50:34.150
And who was the worthless chunk of dead meat
now?

01:50:34.150 --> 01:50:37.080
The scales were balanced once more.

01:50:37.080 --> 01:50:39.020
No one would ever know what he did.

01:50:39.020 --> 01:50:43.010
No one but him, in those moments where he
could see his brother in the mirror, reminding

01:50:43.010 --> 01:50:47.760
him of his greatest shame, no matter how hard
he tried to forget.

01:50:47.760 --> 01:50:49.620
But that moment is long gone.

01:50:49.620 --> 01:50:53.600
He's back in the present now, grounding himself
with a splash of cold water on his face.

01:50:53.600 --> 01:50:56.420
He shakes off the memories and dresses for
the day.

01:50:56.420 --> 01:50:58.239
It's time to get to work.

01:50:58.239 --> 01:51:01.130
When he arrives at the facility, he's shocked
by what he sees.

01:51:01.130 --> 01:51:06.270
It's a castle, grand and imposing, even if
the years have not been particularly kind

01:51:06.270 --> 01:51:07.270
to it.

01:51:07.270 --> 01:51:10.989
The Foundation did not build this structure,
though they've set up shop inside now.

01:51:10.989 --> 01:51:14.650
His reminiscence has made him late, and he
hasn't even had a chance to look over his

01:51:14.650 --> 01:51:15.719
paperwork yet.

01:51:15.719 --> 01:51:19.179
But when you’re a Site Director, what does
it even matter if you’re a little late?

01:51:19.179 --> 01:51:20.250
You’re the boss.

01:51:20.250 --> 01:51:21.329
The head honcho.

01:51:21.329 --> 01:51:24.480
The party doesn’t start until you walk in.

01:51:24.480 --> 01:51:27.739
Just the thought of it is enough to make his
chest swell with pride.

01:51:27.739 --> 01:51:31.840
He will have to ask someone to fill him in,
an eager subordinate who won't mind going

01:51:31.840 --> 01:51:35.260
over the basics of the new facility and what
they are here to study.

01:51:35.260 --> 01:51:39.119
Like clockwork, a young Assistant Researcher
scurries up to him, holding a clipboard and

01:51:39.119 --> 01:51:41.120
practically vibrating with energy.

01:51:41.120 --> 01:51:43.090
She clearly hasn't been working here long.

01:51:43.090 --> 01:51:44.290
There's still light behind her eyes.

01:51:44.290 --> 01:51:49.360
He thinks to himself, “the things you see
here will snuff that out soon enough, my dear.”

01:51:49.360 --> 01:51:53.230
The Assistant Researcher leads him inside
the castle, its guts ripped out and replaced

01:51:53.230 --> 01:51:54.829
with sleek, modern technology.

01:51:54.829 --> 01:51:59.550
A stone staircase has been swapped out for
a row of elevators, marble busts exchanged

01:51:59.550 --> 01:52:01.790
for security cameras and monitors.

01:52:01.790 --> 01:52:05.830
They enter one of the elevators, and the Assistant
presses the button for the lowest possible

01:52:05.830 --> 01:52:06.830
floor.

01:52:06.830 --> 01:52:10.980
They are going deep into the bowels of the
castle, into the belly of the great beast.

01:52:10.980 --> 01:52:13.840
With a ding, the doors open, and they step
out.

01:52:13.840 --> 01:52:19.060
The air down here has a peculiar smell, musty
and dull, with a sharp metallic tang of dried

01:52:19.060 --> 01:52:20.060
blood.

01:52:20.060 --> 01:52:25.550
Along the wall, he can see a row of prison
cells, eight of them to be precise, all shut

01:52:25.550 --> 01:52:26.550
tight.

01:52:26.550 --> 01:52:29.599
They're rusted and old, they've been here
for quite some time.

01:52:29.599 --> 01:52:31.639
The Foundation didn't put these here.

01:52:31.639 --> 01:52:35.650
Of course, he realizes with a sinking feeling
in his stomach that he can't quite explain.

01:52:35.650 --> 01:52:40.150
These cells themselves must be the anomaly
he's here to supervise the containment of.

01:52:40.150 --> 01:52:43.340
He should have read the file before arriving,
shouldn't have let himself get distracted.

01:52:43.340 --> 01:52:45.300
Then he would know what he's walking into.

01:52:45.300 --> 01:52:46.940
"So, here we are!"

01:52:46.940 --> 01:52:48.920
The assistant chirps, startling the man.

01:52:48.920 --> 01:52:51.260
He had almost forgotten she was standing next
to him.

01:52:51.260 --> 01:52:52.880
"Shall I give you the grand tour?"

01:52:52.880 --> 01:52:56.470
She won't last long here with such a chipper
attitude, he thinks.

01:52:56.470 --> 01:52:58.219
But he nods, just the same.

01:52:58.219 --> 01:53:01.640
She walks ahead of him, referring dutifully
to her clipboard as she goes.

01:53:01.640 --> 01:53:03.639
"This is the first cell.

01:53:03.639 --> 01:53:05.720
As you can see, all of them are currently
inactive.

01:53:05.720 --> 01:53:09.280
We'll be performing some tests later, though,
and you'll hopefully get to see them in action.

01:53:09.280 --> 01:53:10.610
It's really something."

01:53:10.610 --> 01:53:12.449
She continues walking to the second cell.

01:53:12.449 --> 01:53:16.079
"There are a lot of potential applications
for this anomaly that, once we understand

01:53:16.079 --> 01:53:18.420
it, could be incredibly promising."

01:53:18.420 --> 01:53:21.040
He's only half listening as he trails behind
her.

01:53:21.040 --> 01:53:23.989
As they near the third cell, the assistant
glances back at him.

01:53:23.989 --> 01:53:26.190
"I really look forward to working with you,
Sir!

01:53:26.190 --> 01:53:27.639
I've heard such great things."

01:53:27.639 --> 01:53:32.210
He opens his mouth to brush off the praise,
to feign humility for her sake, when a sound

01:53:32.210 --> 01:53:33.210
startles him.

01:53:33.210 --> 01:53:36.880
The grind of metal against metal, the screech
of a long-disused door.

01:53:36.880 --> 01:53:39.590
The third cell is opening on its own.

01:53:39.590 --> 01:53:42.010
The assistant flips through her notes, growing
pale.

01:53:42.010 --> 01:53:44.409
"This isn't supposed to happen, this shouldn't
be happening..."

01:53:44.409 --> 01:53:46.550
She stammers, but he barely hears a word.

01:53:46.550 --> 01:53:50.520
He's staring, transfixed, at the darkness
within.

01:53:50.520 --> 01:53:54.260
There's a rattling sound, like chains being
dragged across a stone floor.

01:53:54.260 --> 01:53:57.050
What is about to be unleashed from this prison?

01:53:57.050 --> 01:54:01.630
He braces himself, remembering all of the
near-death experiences he's faced down in

01:54:01.630 --> 01:54:02.630
the past.

01:54:02.630 --> 01:54:05.420
Nothing could prepare him for what finally
appears.

01:54:05.420 --> 01:54:10.210
A pair of iron shackles, attached to lengths
of chain, shoot out from the shadows, headed

01:54:10.210 --> 01:54:11.220
right for him.

01:54:11.220 --> 01:54:15.220
A shackle clamps suddenly around each of his
wrists, the cold metal tight enough to cut

01:54:15.220 --> 01:54:18.250
off the circulation, digging into his skin.

01:54:18.250 --> 01:54:22.050
Then, an invisible force on the other end
of the chains begins to pull.

01:54:22.050 --> 01:54:26.760
He fights it, the shackles cutting into him,
as the assistant screams for help, but his

01:54:26.760 --> 01:54:28.400
efforts are futile.

01:54:28.400 --> 01:54:32.310
Whatever wants to pull him closer, whatever
is trying to lock him away, it's far stronger

01:54:32.310 --> 01:54:34.360
than he could ever be.

01:54:34.360 --> 01:54:38.440
The chains yank him inside the cell, and the
door slides shut behind him with a crash.

01:54:38.440 --> 01:54:43.340
He thinks, for just a moment, that he can
see his brother, laughing.

01:54:43.340 --> 01:54:51.000
Then, he is gone, leaving only an empty cell
and a traumatized assistant behind.

01:54:51.000 --> 01:54:55.170
Sometimes the sins of the past come back to
haunt you, and unfortunately for this particular

01:54:55.170 --> 01:55:01.570
man, there's no statute of limitations when
it comes to SCP-567, or The Dungeon.

01:55:01.570 --> 01:55:05.690
In case the nickname wasn't clear enough,
The Dungeon is not the sort of place you would

01:55:05.690 --> 01:55:07.560
ever want to be confined.

01:55:07.560 --> 01:55:13.360
SCP-567 is a series of eight cells located
beneath Foundation Site-41.

01:55:13.360 --> 01:55:20.460
Each cell has a designated number, from SCP-567-1
through SCP-567-8.

01:55:20.460 --> 01:55:24.360
Most of the time, the cells are inactive and
indistinguishable from any ordinary prison

01:55:24.360 --> 01:55:25.360
cell.

01:55:25.360 --> 01:55:29.560
However, when someone that one of the cells
deems to be guilty of a specific offense enters

01:55:29.560 --> 01:55:35.679
their proximity, the anomalous properties
of SCP-567 become abundantly clear.

01:55:35.679 --> 01:55:41.599
Each cell punishes a specific horrible act:
SCP-567-1 targets those who have committed

01:55:41.599 --> 01:55:48.310
theft, 2 punishes sexual violence, three and
four punish various types of murder, 5 punishes

01:55:48.310 --> 01:55:52.810
adultery, 6 and 7...I'm afraid I can't quite
make out what it says.

01:55:52.810 --> 01:55:56.280
Someone appears to have deliberately scratched
out the text in the file.

01:55:56.280 --> 01:56:02.280
As for SCP-567-8, whatever wrongdoing it chooses
to penalize is still unknown, and it has never

01:56:02.280 --> 01:56:06.000
activated in the entire time the Foundation
has known of it.

01:56:06.000 --> 01:56:11.880
Every other cell is completely empty, but
567-8 contains one single, antique wooden

01:56:11.880 --> 01:56:14.970
chair in the center of the room, nailed to
the floor.

01:56:14.970 --> 01:56:17.900
The purpose of this chair is unclear.

01:56:17.900 --> 01:56:22.480
When an individual who has committed one of
the aforementioned acts comes within 2.5 meters

01:56:22.480 --> 01:56:26.940
of their corresponding cell door, a pair of
shackles will shoot out from within the cell,

01:56:26.940 --> 01:56:29.520
seemingly materializing out of nowhere.

01:56:29.520 --> 01:56:34.170
These shackles will then lock around the individual's
wrists and drag them inside, at which point

01:56:34.170 --> 01:56:40.639
the cell door will slide itself closed and
lock, and the prisoner and shackles will disappear.

01:56:40.639 --> 01:56:44.940
Multiple researchers have compared this anomaly,
both in its function and its methodology,

01:56:44.940 --> 01:56:52.429
to SCP-1002 - or Demisers - and SCP-2701,
or True Solitary Confinement, which I have

01:56:52.429 --> 01:56:53.920
discussed at length before.

01:56:53.920 --> 01:56:59.340
Since the Foundation first contained SCP-567,
only two prisoners have ever reappeared after

01:56:59.340 --> 01:57:00.460
being taken.

01:57:00.460 --> 01:57:08.500
68 hours after he was first placed inside
SCP-567-3, D-903912 escaped and was found

01:57:08.500 --> 01:57:10.739
collapsed on the ground just outside Site-41.

01:57:10.739 --> 01:57:16.270
He died only moments after reappearing, before
any medical intervention could take place.

01:57:16.270 --> 01:57:21.570
An autopsy showed severe injuries including
lacerations, internal bleeding, and burns

01:57:21.570 --> 01:57:23.550
on his wrists and ankles.

01:57:23.550 --> 01:57:30.719
The second subject to ever return was D-937122,
who was found 157 months after being locked

01:57:30.719 --> 01:57:31.719
in SCP-567-6.

01:57:31.719 --> 01:57:37.610
In spite of her injuries, which included head
trauma, missing fingers, and the same burn

01:57:37.610 --> 01:57:42.150
marks on her wrists and ankles, this subject
had a great deal more energy and attempted

01:57:42.150 --> 01:57:44.750
to attack the Foundation personnel that found
her.

01:57:44.750 --> 01:57:49.210
She was subdued by several guards, restrained,
and interrogated by an unnamed Agent.

01:57:49.210 --> 01:57:53.610
Thankfully, an audio log of the interview
was included in the file, giving us a sense

01:57:53.610 --> 01:57:54.800
of what transpired.

01:57:54.800 --> 01:57:56.710
"Please state your name."

01:57:56.710 --> 01:57:57.820
The Agent began.

01:57:57.820 --> 01:58:00.540
D-937122 did not respond.

01:58:00.540 --> 01:58:02.409
"Please state your name."

01:58:02.409 --> 01:58:03.530
They repeated.

01:58:03.530 --> 01:58:05.590
Again, no response.

01:58:05.590 --> 01:58:07.870
The Agent sighed heavily and changed tactics.

01:58:07.870 --> 01:58:12.600
"Look, I am very sorry, and I want to help
you, but we can't give you medical attention

01:58:12.600 --> 01:58:14.079
unless you cooperate with us.

01:58:14.079 --> 01:58:17.210
So please, please state your name for the
record."

01:58:17.210 --> 01:58:20.770
At long last, the D-Class responded with an
intense outburst.

01:58:20.770 --> 01:58:22.130
"My name?

01:58:22.130 --> 01:58:23.280
You want to know my name?

01:58:23.280 --> 01:58:24.310
Screw my name!

01:58:24.310 --> 01:58:25.310
There is no name!

01:58:25.310 --> 01:58:26.310
There is no anything!

01:58:26.310 --> 01:58:27.310
But…but there is.

01:58:27.310 --> 01:58:28.310
I escaped!

01:58:28.310 --> 01:58:29.310
I got the metal off!

01:58:29.310 --> 01:58:33.650
None of the-" And here the audio was corrupted
to the point where I couldn't understand what

01:58:33.650 --> 01:58:35.460
was being said.

01:58:35.460 --> 01:58:40.690
After the interference clears, D-937122 could
be heard shouting, "I should be free!

01:58:40.690 --> 01:58:41.829
Let me go!"

01:58:41.829 --> 01:58:44.820
A struggle followed, as she attempted to escape
custody.

01:58:44.820 --> 01:58:49.550
The agent then replied, in an attempt to calm
the D-Class down, "I apologize, but now we

01:58:49.550 --> 01:58:50.970
have the opportunity to…."

01:58:50.970 --> 01:58:52.219
"Screw your opportunity!

01:58:52.219 --> 01:58:53.460
There is no opportunity!

01:58:53.460 --> 01:58:54.460
There is only escape!

01:58:54.460 --> 01:58:56.110
You called me a monster.

01:58:56.110 --> 01:58:57.110
Maybe I am one.

01:58:57.110 --> 01:58:58.550
But the nightmares……they…..”

01:58:58.550 --> 01:59:03.320
She briefly broke down into unintelligible
mumbling, before returning to normal speech.

01:59:03.320 --> 01:59:05.150
“Compared to their crimes, I've done nothing!

01:59:05.150 --> 01:59:06.449
Nothing at all!

01:59:06.449 --> 01:59:09.800
I haven't done anything wrong……nothing……."

01:59:09.800 --> 01:59:15.440
At this point, the D-Class became inconsolable,
all coherent speech dissolving into sobs.

01:59:15.440 --> 01:59:19.130
The Agent attempted to calm her down, but
she remained hysterical.

01:59:19.130 --> 01:59:23.270
After several moments of sobbing, the D-Class
began to gasp, as if she was having difficulty

01:59:23.270 --> 01:59:24.270
breathing.

01:59:24.270 --> 01:59:27.750
She clutched her chest, and began to go into
apparent cardiac arrest.

01:59:27.750 --> 01:59:33.070
The Agent attempted to administer CPR, but
it was unsuccessful, and after a few minutes

01:59:33.070 --> 01:59:34.420
she was dead.

01:59:34.420 --> 01:59:39.190
An autopsy was ordered following the interview,
which revealed the apparent cause of her death:

01:59:39.190 --> 01:59:43.440
Her body was covered with tiny punctures,
and a toxicology report revealed an unknown

01:59:43.440 --> 01:59:45.110
poison in her bloodstream.

01:59:45.110 --> 01:59:51.080
Though only two people have ever emerged from
SCP-567, they were not the only organic lifeforms

01:59:51.080 --> 01:59:53.219
to break out of the Dungeon's cells.

01:59:53.219 --> 01:59:58.199
Every so often, the doors of a cell will open
and an entity will emerge.

01:59:58.199 --> 02:00:03.380
These creatures are given the designation
SCP-567-9, and they are always aggressive.

02:00:03.380 --> 02:00:07.760
They do not usually match the description
of any existing animal, instead appearing

02:00:07.760 --> 02:00:10.349
to be some sort of undiscovered creature.

02:00:10.349 --> 02:00:15.409
Once an instance of SCP-567-9 has escaped
its cell, it will attempt to leave the dungeon

02:00:15.409 --> 02:00:17.750
and attack anything that gets in its way.

02:00:17.750 --> 02:00:23.710
The first instance of SCP-567-9 observed by
the Foundation was a four-limbed creature,

02:00:23.710 --> 02:00:24.940
approximately 2 meters in length.

02:00:24.940 --> 02:00:29.780
It walked on all fours but had human-like
hands on its front limbs complete with opposable

02:00:29.780 --> 02:00:34.070
thumbs and sophisticated enough mobility to
operate machinery.

02:00:34.070 --> 02:00:38.860
It was highly intelligent and used this intellect
to take out 14 Foundation operatives before

02:00:38.860 --> 02:00:39.860
it was contained.

02:00:39.860 --> 02:00:44.021
The details of SCP-567-9-2 have been stricken
from any official documentation.

02:00:44.021 --> 02:00:49.040
The only thing I can surmise from the file
is that nine personnel were killed after it

02:00:49.040 --> 02:00:53.130
appeared, and one of the Agents that helped
contain it requested and received psychological

02:00:53.130 --> 02:00:55.780
counseling for what they experienced during
the process.

02:00:55.780 --> 02:00:58.920
So, whatever it was he encountered, it wasn't
anything good.

02:00:58.920 --> 02:01:05.310
During a round of routine testing with SCP-567-4,
while the cell door was open, an instance

02:01:05.310 --> 02:01:11.020
of SCP-567-9 appeared, attacking and killing
the Researcher leading the tests.

02:01:11.020 --> 02:01:16.219
The entity was not contained, but, after seven
casualties, was lured back toward its original

02:01:16.219 --> 02:01:17.219
cell.

02:01:17.219 --> 02:01:21.409
At this point, the cell deployed its shackles,
and the creature was pulled back inside.

02:01:21.409 --> 02:01:28.670
The most recent instance of SCP-567-9 emerged
when the door to SCP-567-7 opened and closed

02:01:28.670 --> 02:01:30.150
spontaneously.

02:01:30.150 --> 02:01:34.389
This was spotted on the CCTV footage, but
none of the security monitoring the video

02:01:34.389 --> 02:01:36.170
could see anything leaving the cell.

02:01:36.170 --> 02:01:40.739
Two weeks later, an Agent assigned to the
Dungeon was found dead in his home, still

02:01:40.739 --> 02:01:41.739
in bed.

02:01:41.739 --> 02:01:47.290
The circumstances of his death were virtually
identical to those attributed to SCP-966 - a

02:01:47.290 --> 02:01:50.620
nightmarish species of creature known as the
Sleep Killer, which I’ve discussed here

02:01:50.620 --> 02:01:52.230
on the channel before.

02:01:52.230 --> 02:01:56.550
When the escaped entity was found in Site
41, it was found to resemble an instance of

02:01:56.550 --> 02:01:59.510
SCP-966, with only a few variations.

02:01:59.510 --> 02:02:03.829
It was successfully contained, and the onsite
security cameras were upgraded to prepare

02:02:03.829 --> 02:02:05.540
for future anomalies like it.

02:02:05.540 --> 02:02:09.730
Though many specifics are missing from the
file, including the exact appearances of the

02:02:09.730 --> 02:02:14.940
creatures that emerged from the cells, I have
deduced one thing: Wherever SCP-567 is transporting

02:02:14.940 --> 02:02:19.320
those it deems guilty, it is a prison for
monsters of all species.

02:02:19.320 --> 02:02:22.949
Humans are not the only ones it wishes to
hold accountable for their crimes.

02:02:22.949 --> 02:02:26.989
As I was reading about The Dungeon and the
various tests involving it, a rather morbid

02:02:26.989 --> 02:02:32.679
question came to mind: What would happen to
a test subject guilty of more than one crime?

02:02:32.679 --> 02:02:34.340
Which cell would claim them?

02:02:34.340 --> 02:02:41.480
Well, fortunately for my curiosity, and unfortunately
for him, one D-Class found out.

02:02:41.480 --> 02:02:47.320
D-834200 was used as a human test subject
during initial studies of SCP-567.

02:02:47.320 --> 02:02:51.500
He was placed in front of SCP-567-6 and 7.

02:02:51.500 --> 02:02:56.360
Almost instantly, the cells rattled open,
and the shackles shot out to grab him.

02:02:56.360 --> 02:03:00.980
His left wrist and ankle were ensnared by
Cell 6, and his right were trapped by Cell

02:03:00.980 --> 02:03:01.980
7.

02:03:01.980 --> 02:03:04.400
Then, he was pulled into both cells.

02:03:04.400 --> 02:03:06.780
Well...part of him was, at least.

02:03:06.780 --> 02:03:11.179
How can I best explain his fate without causing
too much distress...Have you ever held a wishbone

02:03:11.179 --> 02:03:14.980
in your hand at a family dinner, while your
sibling or cousin held the other side, and

02:03:14.980 --> 02:03:17.030
you both pulled until it broke?

02:03:17.030 --> 02:03:18.489
It was a bit like that.

02:03:18.489 --> 02:03:24.310
SCP Foundation Site-41 has been established
in the abandoned castle that contains SCP-567,

02:03:24.310 --> 02:03:27.010
in order to prevent any civilians from coming
across it.

02:03:27.010 --> 02:03:31.380
The entrance to the Dungeon is kept sealed
at all times, and the doors to each of the

02:03:31.380 --> 02:03:33.409
cells are monitored via CCTV.

02:03:33.409 --> 02:03:38.860
If any door is opened without authorization,
Task Force Delta-9, also known as "Hacks",

02:03:38.860 --> 02:03:43.420
will be deployed to contain the resulting
instance of SCP-567-9.

02:03:43.420 --> 02:03:48.590
If for any reason it cannot be contained,
the Task Force is permitted to terminate.

02:03:48.590 --> 02:03:52.900
In order to prevent the unnecessary loss of
any personnel, all applicants to join Task

02:03:52.900 --> 02:03:57.100
Force Delta-9 must have a clean criminal record,
have never committed a crime at all - even

02:03:57.100 --> 02:04:01.360
at the behest of the Foundation - have a strong
dedication to the law, and show loyalty to

02:04:01.360 --> 02:04:03.620
the social contract and the feelings of others.

02:04:03.620 --> 02:04:08.900
A robust moral compass is considered a vital
qualification to work near SCP-567, lest they

02:04:08.900 --> 02:04:13.800
become simply one more victim added to its
long list of tortured penitants.

02:04:13.800 --> 02:04:17.199
The Foundation has encountered many anomalies
over the years that could pose a danger to

02:04:17.199 --> 02:04:19.210
the organization itself.

02:04:19.210 --> 02:04:21.920
SCP-567 is no exception.

02:04:21.920 --> 02:04:25.390
Untold numbers of Foundation operatives have
committed terrible acts in the service of

02:04:25.390 --> 02:04:26.400
the greater good.

02:04:26.400 --> 02:04:31.310
They have lied, stolen, and even killed in
order to protect and contain the secrets locked

02:04:31.310 --> 02:04:33.889
away in files and behind heavily guarded walls.

02:04:33.889 --> 02:04:38.510
A great deal of caution should be used when
dealing with The Dungeon, no matter how justified

02:04:38.510 --> 02:04:41.170
a person thinks their past sins might be.

02:04:41.170 --> 02:04:45.500
After all, there's no chance to plead your
innocence when the very prison that plans

02:04:45.500 --> 02:04:49.730
to hold you is also the judge, jury, and executioner.

02:04:49.730 --> 02:04:52.719
A woman wakes up on a bright, sunny morning
in Midland, Texas.

02:04:52.719 --> 02:04:57.080
It’s her day off, and she decides she’s
going to use the time to take care of all

02:04:57.080 --> 02:05:00.369
the lingering errands she’d been putting
off for far too long.

02:05:00.369 --> 02:05:05.210
She gets dressed, washes her hair, and prepares
to pour herself a nice bowl of cereal.

02:05:05.210 --> 02:05:08.000
But when she opens the refrigerator she finds…

02:05:08.000 --> 02:05:09.460
there’s no milk.

02:05:09.460 --> 02:05:12.150
She’ll need to see to that immediately.

02:05:12.150 --> 02:05:15.429
She steps out of her front door and notices
a paper on her doormat.

02:05:15.429 --> 02:05:20.230
She bends down to pick up the pamphlet which
advertises a new supermarket opening in town,

02:05:20.230 --> 02:05:23.000
and what do you know, there’s a coupon for
milk attached.

02:05:23.000 --> 02:05:24.380
What a stroke of good luck!

02:05:24.380 --> 02:05:28.280
The woman makes her way into town, eager to
check out the new grocery store.

02:05:28.280 --> 02:05:32.790
She parks her car, and approaches the building,
when suddenly a stranger is standing right

02:05:32.790 --> 02:05:36.079
in front of her - carrying a plate of what
appear to be free samples.

02:05:36.079 --> 02:05:40.080
He’s dressed like a supermarket employee,
but he’s built like a soldier, complete

02:05:40.080 --> 02:05:42.159
with a military crew cut.

02:05:42.159 --> 02:05:45.949
He smiles and tells her that he actually works
for a rival store and points at a building

02:05:45.949 --> 02:05:47.239
across the street.

02:05:47.239 --> 02:05:51.820
He’s positive that whatever she thinks she
can get at this store, she can instead get

02:05:51.820 --> 02:05:55.409
at the one across the street for a lower cost
and higher quality.

02:05:55.409 --> 02:05:59.980
She can’t help but notice the almost unsettling
desperation in the salesman’s face.

02:05:59.980 --> 02:06:03.270
Something about his spiel makes her feel like
she’s in danger.

02:06:03.270 --> 02:06:07.250
She politely declines his offer but he continues
pitching deals and bargains at her as she

02:06:07.250 --> 02:06:10.050
makes her way into the safety of the new supermarket.

02:06:10.050 --> 02:06:15.380
The clean tiles below and the buzzing fluorescent
lights above seem so familiar, yet also strangely

02:06:15.380 --> 02:06:17.040
alien to her.

02:06:17.040 --> 02:06:18.410
Something about this place is just…

02:06:18.410 --> 02:06:19.410
Wrong.

02:06:19.410 --> 02:06:24.380
But she needs the milk, so she walks down
the aisles, deeper into the store.

02:06:24.380 --> 02:06:27.070
She hears strange noises and looks over her
shoulder.

02:06:27.070 --> 02:06:29.409
Was the bread aisle always behind her?

02:06:29.409 --> 02:06:32.940
She could have sworn she just came out of
the meat and fish section.

02:06:32.940 --> 02:06:35.520
Where do they even keep the milk in this place?

02:06:35.520 --> 02:06:38.830
Every so often, there’s a strange noise
somewhere in the store around her.

02:06:38.830 --> 02:06:42.380
It sounds almost like footsteps, but not quite.

02:06:42.380 --> 02:06:44.989
More like claws tapping on the tiles.

02:06:44.989 --> 02:06:46.670
Is she alone in here?

02:06:46.670 --> 02:06:50.040
Come to think of it, she can’t quite remember
seeing anyone else since she came in.

02:06:50.040 --> 02:06:54.920
There’s something so profoundly off about
this place, but she just can’t put her finger

02:06:54.920 --> 02:06:55.920
on what.

02:06:55.920 --> 02:07:00.110
She takes a step forward, and suddenly, the
floor gives way beneath her.

02:07:00.110 --> 02:07:04.330
The tiles separate with the whirr of mechanized
gears, as a trap door opens up.

02:07:04.330 --> 02:07:07.680
In an instant, she’s tumbling down into
darkness.

02:07:07.680 --> 02:07:12.010
As she falls she can see the white light beaming
in from above illuminate the edge of something

02:07:12.010 --> 02:07:14.090
metal and razor sharp.

02:07:14.090 --> 02:07:18.199
In the store above, the sound of a scream
can be heard, then the soft squish of metal

02:07:18.199 --> 02:07:23.630
piercing flesh followed by the gurgle of blood,
and then the trap door closes.

02:07:23.630 --> 02:07:27.590
A tinny voice over the PA system comes on
and says, “Clean up on aisle six.”

02:07:27.590 --> 02:07:31.320
The woman is never seen again after that.

02:07:31.320 --> 02:07:35.730
What superficially appears to be an independent
supermarket in Midland, Texas, actually contains

02:07:35.730 --> 02:07:40.829
a number of strange and often deadly paranormal
secrets, and that doesn’t even stop it from

02:07:40.829 --> 02:07:43.650
being a successful and popular supermarket.

02:07:43.650 --> 02:07:44.960
But the weirdest part of all?

02:07:44.960 --> 02:07:48.520
It’s all perfectly legal, thank you very
much.

02:07:48.520 --> 02:07:53.739
Welcome to Yeah, We're Totally Going to Sell
You This - Or, as it’s known to the SCP

02:07:53.739 --> 02:07:56.520
Foundation, SCP-4703.

02:07:56.520 --> 02:08:01.969
The primary anomalous effects surrounding
SCP-4703 affect not its customers, but the

02:08:01.969 --> 02:08:04.900
very legality of its own existence and operations.

02:08:04.900 --> 02:08:10.550
The anomalies shift laws to make everything
that goes on inside legal, no matter how unethical

02:08:10.550 --> 02:08:11.940
or dangerous.

02:08:11.940 --> 02:08:16.400
It also often reshapes laws to protect its
own interests from outsiders, and anyone who

02:08:16.400 --> 02:08:21.080
breaks these laws may experience spontaneous
attacks from violent animals, the most common

02:08:21.080 --> 02:08:23.650
of which are vicious lions.

02:08:23.650 --> 02:08:27.960
Here are a handful of the unethical and dangerous
- yet perfectly legal, thank you very much

02:08:27.960 --> 02:08:32.599
- things that go on within the confines of
SCP-4703.

02:08:32.599 --> 02:08:36.660
The stacks of shelves are mounted on powerful
pneumatic actuators that seem to shift and

02:08:36.660 --> 02:08:38.469
spin of their own accord.

02:08:38.469 --> 02:08:42.920
While this has the intention of keeping the
store varied and stopping customers from leaving,

02:08:42.920 --> 02:08:46.330
it more often causes serious injury with its
sudden movements.

02:08:46.330 --> 02:08:51.090
Occasionally, these sets of shelves will collide,
crushing whatever is stuck between them.

02:08:51.090 --> 02:08:55.360
If a child becomes lost or separated from
their parents while they’re inside the store,

02:08:55.360 --> 02:08:59.920
the child is forcibly detained, and the parent
or parents can only get their child back by

02:08:59.920 --> 02:09:06.110
either paying an upfront cost of $47.67 in
cash or submitting to having their eyebrows

02:09:06.110 --> 02:09:09.650
permanently removed with laser follicle surgery.

02:09:09.650 --> 02:09:13.610
There are also several dozen hidden trapdoor
mechanisms beneath the floor in various parts

02:09:13.610 --> 02:09:18.170
of the building, each one triggered by some
strange and arbitrary condition, such as saying

02:09:18.170 --> 02:09:22.110
the word Wednesday, or by not saying the word
Wednesday.

02:09:22.110 --> 02:09:27.130
The triggers are updated each day and displayed
on the store’s website in several dead languages,

02:09:27.130 --> 02:09:30.570
including Latin, Koine Greek, Phoenician,
and Punic.

02:09:30.570 --> 02:09:35.280
Each of these trap doors drops into deep shafts
filled with some kind of hazard, such as spikes,

02:09:35.280 --> 02:09:37.620
glitter, or poisonous snakes.

02:09:37.620 --> 02:09:40.000
Yes, that’s poisonous, not venomous.

02:09:40.000 --> 02:09:44.380
The snakes are only dangerous when eaten,
but victims have reported that they seem incredibly

02:09:44.380 --> 02:09:47.630
appealing which makes resisting them rather
difficult.

02:09:47.630 --> 02:09:51.969
A section on the far side of the store is
marked “Starving for SAVINGS???”

02:09:51.969 --> 02:09:56.860
and “Discounts ad bestias!!!”, where all
the products are fenced off and also marked

02:09:56.860 --> 02:09:59.059
down by 70% or more.

02:09:59.059 --> 02:10:03.850
However, the products are guarded by no less
than fifteen hungry lions.

02:10:03.850 --> 02:10:08.300
Store-branded fishing rods, telescopic grabbing
mechanisms, and drones are available to rent

02:10:08.300 --> 02:10:12.659
for the explicit purpose of retrieving items
remotely, although this will result in far

02:10:12.659 --> 02:10:17.349
higher costs, so you will have to brave the
lions in order to attain those incredible

02:10:17.349 --> 02:10:18.349
deals.

02:10:18.349 --> 02:10:22.520
There’s also a roughly five percent chance
that, after checkout, your cashier will ask

02:10:22.520 --> 02:10:24.130
you to kiss them on the lips.

02:10:24.130 --> 02:10:27.940
If you refuse, they’ll burn your purchases
in front of you, and you won’t receive a

02:10:27.940 --> 02:10:28.940
refund.

02:10:28.940 --> 02:10:32.820
If you do kiss them, there’s a one in three
chance that the cashier will have an anomalous

02:10:32.820 --> 02:10:36.739
toxin on their lips that will cause you to
drop dead instantly.

02:10:36.739 --> 02:10:41.449
And every day, at an arbitrary time between
the hours of 3 PM and closing time, the lions

02:10:41.449 --> 02:10:45.570
will be released from the discount section
to roam the store, and only two checkout lines

02:10:45.570 --> 02:10:46.900
will remain open.

02:10:46.900 --> 02:10:51.710
All items will be free during this period
but they must be scanned one by one.

02:10:51.710 --> 02:10:57.329
The SCP Foundation is currently exploring
links between SCP-4703 and two other anomalies

02:10:57.329 --> 02:11:04.719
like SCP-2030 and SCP-1459, the former being
the cursed hidden camera show Laugh Is Fun

02:11:04.719 --> 02:11:08.130
and the latter being a nightmarish vending
machine that murders puppies and dispenses

02:11:08.130 --> 02:11:10.750
a variety of cookies in exchange.

02:11:10.750 --> 02:11:15.420
So then if it is so dangerous, why doesn’t
the SCP Foundation simply block access to

02:11:15.420 --> 02:11:17.200
Yeah, We're Totally Going to Sell You This?

02:11:17.200 --> 02:11:23.190
Unfortunately,, thanks to the anomalous legal
effect created by SCP-4703, the Foundation

02:11:23.190 --> 02:11:25.900
can’t just storm in or physically contain
the building.

02:11:25.900 --> 02:11:31.560
So instead they attempt to divert as many
customers away from 4703 as possible.

02:11:31.560 --> 02:11:35.940
To do this, the Foundation has started a rival
supermarket across the street, named Super

02:11:35.940 --> 02:11:37.469
Competitive Prices LLC.

02:11:37.469 --> 02:11:44.369
Sheldon M. Katz, esquire, is an SCP Foundation
Lawyer and Bureauromancer - a thaumatologist

02:11:44.369 --> 02:11:48.840
skilled in the art of interfacing with anomalously
bureaucratic SCPs, and he is spearheading

02:11:48.840 --> 02:11:53.540
the Foundation Legal Team’s efforts into
combatting SCP-4703.

02:11:53.540 --> 02:11:59.690
Untangling the complex web of legality around
SCP-4703 is a full-time job, after all, and

02:11:59.690 --> 02:12:03.750
in the following memo, Mr. Katz did all he
could to articulate the sheer enormity of

02:12:03.750 --> 02:12:05.280
the problem they’re dealing with.

02:12:05.280 --> 02:12:06.800
He writes:

02:12:06.800 --> 02:12:11.820
“Counteraction of SCP-4703’s legal anomalies
is a top-level priority for our department,

02:12:11.820 --> 02:12:15.650
and we are making every effort to resolve
the matter in a way which minimizes loss of

02:12:15.650 --> 02:12:17.599
life and economic detriment.

02:12:17.599 --> 02:12:23.010
We have received a significant number of inquiries
regarding the mechanism of SCP-4703's indisputable

02:12:23.010 --> 02:12:27.090
legality; unfortunately, there are no easy
answers.

02:12:27.090 --> 02:12:28.660
Law is a human concept.

02:12:28.660 --> 02:12:31.040
It exists on paper because we write it down.

02:12:31.040 --> 02:12:33.699
It exists in practice because we enforce it.

02:12:33.699 --> 02:12:37.820
Generally we interpret and exercise the law
through the scrutiny of semantics, intent,

02:12:37.820 --> 02:12:44.590
and precedent, yet bureaucratohazards such
as SCP-4703 are not necessarily predicated

02:12:44.590 --> 02:12:49.770
on such things—in fact, the law as most
know it has very little to do with the matter.

02:12:49.770 --> 02:12:54.409
While it's not a perfect comparison, one could
say that baseline law is to anomalous law

02:12:54.409 --> 02:13:01.380
as arithmetic is to algebra: both are recognized
as mathematics, but the latter is more abstract.

02:13:01.380 --> 02:13:03.960
Imagine that Timmy and Sally each have two
apples.

02:13:03.960 --> 02:13:07.800
If Timmy gives Sally his apples, then Sally
should end up with four.

02:13:07.800 --> 02:13:08.800
But she doesn't.

02:13:08.800 --> 02:13:09.800
She has ten.

02:13:09.800 --> 02:13:10.910
How can this be?

02:13:10.910 --> 02:13:15.610
Sally recounts the apples and reenacts the
scenario over and over, but there is no mistake.

02:13:15.610 --> 02:13:17.480
Two and two make ten.

02:13:17.480 --> 02:13:19.260
It is an incontrovertible fact.

02:13:19.260 --> 02:13:23.520
You see, even if anomalies are irrational,
they are factual, and it is essential that

02:13:23.520 --> 02:13:27.400
one accept this if they wish to develop a
countervailing methodology.

02:13:27.400 --> 02:13:31.610
Once Sally accepts that her four apples have
become ten, she reevaluates her radix and

02:13:31.610 --> 02:13:33.670
decides to recount the apples in base four.

02:13:33.670 --> 02:13:37.080
Suddenly, the "ten" apples are "10" apples.

02:13:37.080 --> 02:13:41.090
"10" is four in base four, which is the appropriate
number of apples.

02:13:41.090 --> 02:13:42.090
Eureka!

02:13:42.090 --> 02:13:46.730
Sally collects another four apples, bringing
the total to "twenty", which is "20", which

02:13:46.730 --> 02:13:51.160
is eight, which confirms that her new paradigm
aligns with the abnormality.

02:13:51.160 --> 02:13:55.270
Form follows function according to the function
of the form, and at last, everything makes

02:13:55.270 --> 02:13:56.320
sense.

02:13:56.320 --> 02:13:57.550
Except none of it does, really.

02:13:57.550 --> 02:14:00.900
A well-behaved reality oughtn't conflate the
concrete with the abstract.

02:14:00.900 --> 02:14:05.640
If you initially perceived a countable sum
of ten apples in base ten, then the equivalent

02:14:05.640 --> 02:14:09.860
number of apples in base four should be twenty-two,
since it stands to reason that changing your

02:14:09.860 --> 02:14:14.050
subjective view of an outcome oughtn't alter
the physical materials in the equation.

02:14:14.050 --> 02:14:18.750
However, we live in a very naughty reality
which may, on a whim, allow a young girl to

02:14:18.750 --> 02:14:22.230
wield apples unbeholden to thermodynamics.

02:14:22.230 --> 02:14:26.630
This explanation is inadequate, of course,
but hopefully it goes a small way toward helping

02:14:26.630 --> 02:14:30.679
you understand why the legal department is
currently occupied with a comprehensive redrafting

02:14:30.679 --> 02:14:34.300
of Texas corporate law in a quaternary semiological
system.

02:14:34.300 --> 02:14:38.820
This in itself would be an exceptional feat
even for the most skilled of bureaucromancers,

02:14:38.820 --> 02:14:42.739
and it is further compounded by the necessary
incorporation of contingency clauses against

02:14:42.739 --> 02:14:47.250
the self-aware fact patterns that keep legitimizing
rabid lions into existence inside my goddamned

02:14:47.250 --> 02:14:48.640
bathroom.

02:14:48.640 --> 02:14:52.980
We are grateful to you, our valued colleagues,
for your patience and cooperation as we work

02:14:52.980 --> 02:14:55.000
together toward a solution.”

02:14:55.000 --> 02:15:00.639
The Foundation is currently conducting a three-pronged
attack against the forces of SCP-4703, the

02:15:00.639 --> 02:15:05.320
first being the Super Competitive Prices LLC
competitive store, the second is the tireless

02:15:05.320 --> 02:15:10.679
efforts of Mr. Katz and his team against the
trifling legal issues of SCP-4703, and the

02:15:10.679 --> 02:15:13.610
third is outright infiltration and espionage.

02:15:13.610 --> 02:15:17.590
Of course, when you’re going behind enemy
lines, it’s crucial that the proper operative

02:15:17.590 --> 02:15:19.100
is selected for the job.

02:15:19.100 --> 02:15:23.739
It can’t just be anyone, dropped into a
high-pressure situation like this.

02:15:23.739 --> 02:15:29.260
Especially considering the rapidly evolving
nature of SCP-4703’s conditions, the SCP

02:15:29.260 --> 02:15:32.719
Foundation was more than aware that they might
only get one shot at getting one of their

02:15:32.719 --> 02:15:35.090
own in and out of the building.

02:15:35.090 --> 02:15:41.460
For this task they selected Field Agent Felicity
Blandina, code name: Karen of Justice.

02:15:41.460 --> 02:15:44.310
Blandina was uniquely qualified for a job
like this.

02:15:44.310 --> 02:15:49.150
In personality tests conducted on all Foundation
agents to test loyalty, they consistently

02:15:49.150 --> 02:15:53.690
found Blandina to be one of the most obtuse
and shameless agents on the Foundation payroll.

02:15:53.690 --> 02:15:57.840
During group lunches with other staff members,
she has been reported numerous times sending

02:15:57.840 --> 02:16:01.470
meals back to the kitchen when she felt they
were unsatisfactory.

02:16:01.470 --> 02:16:05.840
And Foundation cyber-analysts have detected
multiple posts on various social media networks

02:16:05.840 --> 02:16:10.270
made by her, directly tagging and criticizing
brands that provided products or services

02:16:10.270 --> 02:16:12.750
she perceived as being sub-par.

02:16:12.750 --> 02:16:16.710
While these qualities made her a terror to
the customer service staff in her local area,

02:16:16.710 --> 02:16:23.050
they made her the ideal candidate for bypassing
the bureaucratic stronghold of SCP-4703.

02:16:23.050 --> 02:16:27.330
If anyone could do it, it would be Field Agent
Felicity Blandina.

02:16:27.330 --> 02:16:31.500
She was sent into the building with an expired
coupon under the pretense of being an unhappy

02:16:31.500 --> 02:16:32.500
customer.

02:16:32.500 --> 02:16:35.740
She spoke to a sales assistant inside the
store named Daniel Paulson, who explained

02:16:35.740 --> 02:16:39.260
to her that her coupon was denied because
it was only applicable when the recipient

02:16:39.260 --> 02:16:44.609
submitted to ritual castration performed by
the SCP-4703 staff.

02:16:44.609 --> 02:16:48.679
Seeing as Agent Blandina didn’t have the
necessary equipment to undergo such a procedure,

02:16:48.679 --> 02:16:52.340
Paulson generously offered to provide her
with a free surgery to have the proper parts

02:16:52.340 --> 02:16:56.650
attached, though finding a suitable donor
would likely take several months.

02:16:56.650 --> 02:17:00.479
Agent Blandina, following her well-trained
Foundation directives, could not be assuaged

02:17:00.479 --> 02:17:01.479
by the bargain.

02:17:01.479 --> 02:17:05.730
Instead, she pressed on, first guilt-tripping
him with sob stories about her children, then

02:17:05.730 --> 02:17:10.710
her lifelong struggles with astigmatism, and
even threatening Paulson with physical violence.

02:17:10.710 --> 02:17:16.510
Eventually, she delivered the true coup de
grace: Demanding to speak to the manager.

02:17:16.510 --> 02:17:20.170
Showing clear reluctance, Paulson agreed,
and led Agent Blandina to a door near the

02:17:20.170 --> 02:17:21.340
front of the store.

02:17:21.340 --> 02:17:25.210
It opened up into an unlit staircase that
descended into the darkness below.

02:17:25.210 --> 02:17:28.881
At the bottom, they found a break room that
appeared similar to a bunkhouse in a Prisoner

02:17:28.881 --> 02:17:34.189
of War camp, containing hammock after hammock,
filled with uncomfortable, sleeping employees.

02:17:34.189 --> 02:17:38.340
Paulson informed Agent Blandina that some
of the people who work at the store were once

02:17:38.340 --> 02:17:42.090
normal civilians who’d been exploited with
a number of legal loopholes, and now lived

02:17:42.090 --> 02:17:44.040
inside the store full time.

02:17:44.040 --> 02:17:48.210
Some, for example, had stayed in past closing
time, which had resulted in them becoming

02:17:48.210 --> 02:17:50.819
store property for a minimum of a year.

02:17:50.819 --> 02:17:55.800
Paulson himself had entered a raffle for an
abs transplant and instead won servitude at

02:17:55.800 --> 02:18:00.859
SCP-4703, which he couldn’t legally turn
down thanks to the powerful anomalous laws

02:18:00.859 --> 02:18:01.910
of the store.

02:18:01.910 --> 02:18:06.389
As Paulson and Agent Blandina ventured deeper
into the bowels of the staff area, they passed

02:18:06.389 --> 02:18:11.420
eleven unmarked doors, before finally stopping
in front of the twelfth and last one.

02:18:11.420 --> 02:18:15.729
She opened the door and discovered shelves
and stacked boxes within.

02:18:15.729 --> 02:18:19.649
Agent Blandina expressed incredulity at the
idea that the store’s manager would be kept

02:18:19.649 --> 02:18:24.250
inside of a supply closet in the basement,
but Paulson insisted that this was indeed

02:18:24.250 --> 02:18:29.059
the manager’s office, and as he did he pulled
a string connected to the ceiling.

02:18:29.059 --> 02:18:33.109
This caused a wall of boxes to split down
the middle like a secret doorway, revealing

02:18:33.109 --> 02:18:37.720
a large executive chair, facing the wall on
the other side of the room.

02:18:37.720 --> 02:18:41.550
Still maintaining the cover story that she
just wanted a discount, Agent Blandina pressed

02:18:41.550 --> 02:18:42.840
on and approached the chair.

02:18:42.840 --> 02:18:46.710
She spun it around to get a better look at
the manager and found herself standing in

02:18:46.710 --> 02:18:51.090
front of a dessicated corpse, with no eyes
and all of his teeth pulled out, his mouth

02:18:51.090 --> 02:18:54.469
wrenched open in a permanent, silent scream
of terror.

02:18:54.469 --> 02:19:00.179
Paulson identified this man as Mr. Venatio
Haruspice, the manager of SCP-4703.

02:19:00.179 --> 02:19:05.290
Paulson would have told Agent Blandina that
his boss was a corpse earlier, but to do so

02:19:05.290 --> 02:19:07.410
was against their rules.

02:19:07.410 --> 02:19:11.599
Agent Blandina sighed and grumbled, “I feel
like I should have expected this.”

02:19:11.599 --> 02:19:15.070
Paulson assured Agent Blandina that she could
still make her complaint, though, and the

02:19:15.070 --> 02:19:17.190
Owner of the store would eventually hear it.

02:19:17.190 --> 02:19:22.210
As Paulson understood it, the body known as
the Manager acted almost like a kind of telephone,

02:19:22.210 --> 02:19:24.420
sending messages through to the Owner.

02:19:24.420 --> 02:19:28.370
The Owner would then reply through faxed messages
hidden inside the cereal boxes that acted

02:19:28.370 --> 02:19:31.319
as the only food source of the staff trapped
within.

02:19:31.319 --> 02:19:35.710
This Kafkaesque nightmare just kept getting
worse and worse, but Agent Blandina refused

02:19:35.710 --> 02:19:37.849
to give up that easily.

02:19:37.849 --> 02:19:41.849
Agent Blandina asked him to explain the exact
nature of the manager’s condition to him.

02:19:41.849 --> 02:19:44.750
Paulson replied, “I know that he's legally
our manager.

02:19:44.750 --> 02:19:46.900
I know that he's, well, what he is.

02:19:46.900 --> 02:19:50.380
I know that one of us always has to kiss him
goodnight at closing time.

02:19:50.380 --> 02:19:54.470
I know that if we tell him something, the
owner knows, but the owner seems to know everything

02:19:54.470 --> 02:19:57.930
that happens here anyway, so I can't be certain
that's related.

02:19:57.930 --> 02:19:58.930
What else…?

02:19:58.930 --> 02:20:01.640
I know that he's empty— or hollow, actually.

02:20:01.640 --> 02:20:03.960
Hollow's probably a better word.”

02:20:03.960 --> 02:20:08.180
Agent Blandina leaned in a little further
to see what exactly Paulson meant by that,

02:20:08.180 --> 02:20:13.520
only to make a horrifying discovery: The Manager
wasn’t a whole corpse, he was just dessicated

02:20:13.520 --> 02:20:17.270
skin, a husk somehow propped up into the shape
of a corpse.

02:20:17.270 --> 02:20:22.130
When Agent Blandina asked why Paulson specified
“hollow” and not “empty”, he told

02:20:22.130 --> 02:20:26.760
her that it was because a noise was sometimes
heard emanating from within the skin husk.

02:20:26.760 --> 02:20:31.280
Agent Blandina wisely refused to put her ear
anywhere near the Manager’s gaping, toothless

02:20:31.280 --> 02:20:35.820
mouth, and instead fed the hidden microphone
she had been wearing down into the husk’s

02:20:35.820 --> 02:20:36.820
throat.

02:20:36.820 --> 02:20:41.020
Before Paulson had time to remark on the strangeness
of this, sirens and alarms began going off

02:20:41.020 --> 02:20:42.020
all around them.

02:20:42.020 --> 02:20:45.910
Paulson began to panic, yelling that the lions
were incoming, and the duo needed to move

02:20:45.910 --> 02:20:48.189
quickly to get out of harm’s way.

02:20:48.189 --> 02:20:51.540
Luckily, Agent Blandina was able to escape
with only minor injuries.

02:20:51.540 --> 02:20:57.070
But shortly after her escape, SCP-4703’s
legality was once again restructured to make

02:20:57.070 --> 02:21:00.990
it illegal for non-employees to enter the
employee-only areas.

02:21:00.990 --> 02:21:05.210
The audio that Agent Blandina recorded inside
the body of the Manager was also analyzed

02:21:05.210 --> 02:21:11.740
by experts at the Foundation, and they discovered
that, when sped up by 75%, the sound was indistinguishable

02:21:11.740 --> 02:21:13.750
from human laughter.

02:21:13.750 --> 02:21:18.990
Due to the highly strange nature of this anomaly
and its containment procedures - even by SCP

02:21:18.990 --> 02:21:24.710
Foundation standards - the classes and designations
applied to SCP-4703 are equally strange and

02:21:24.710 --> 02:21:25.800
complex.

02:21:25.800 --> 02:21:30.040
Knowledge of the file and the anomaly itself
is relatively low-tier, with Restricted Level

02:21:30.040 --> 02:21:31.710
2 Access Permissions.

02:21:31.710 --> 02:21:37.090
Due to the immense difficulty in keeping SCP-4703
hidden or contained, thanks to its unique

02:21:37.090 --> 02:21:40.780
legal situation, it has been given the Object
Class Keter.

02:21:40.780 --> 02:21:44.410
This, however, is where things get even stranger.

02:21:44.410 --> 02:21:49.750
The SCP-4703 store has a rare secondary object
class, Truculent.

02:21:49.750 --> 02:21:54.880
This classification is likely to be unfamiliar
to most, but it is used in the specific situation

02:21:54.880 --> 02:21:59.430
when an item is unpredictable and often transformative,
and the containment measures around it must

02:21:59.430 --> 02:22:04.030
be consistently updated and evolved in order
to meet its containment needs.

02:22:04.030 --> 02:22:08.790
It has the Level 3 or Keneq Disruption Class,
meaning that it has a roughly medium potential

02:22:08.790 --> 02:22:12.920
to cause disruption, though this disruption
is likely to be confined to a relatively local

02:22:12.920 --> 02:22:14.020
area.

02:22:14.020 --> 02:22:18.420
And finally, it has the Risk Class Warning,
meaning that it presents a high risk to all

02:22:18.420 --> 02:22:23.160
who interact with it, complete with the possibility
of causing severe harm, including death.

02:22:23.160 --> 02:22:27.630
Though legally, due to a missive sent from
the law firm working in association with SCP-4703,

02:22:27.630 --> 02:22:32.290
I am obliged to tell you that it’s mainly
because the bargains at Yeah, We're Totally

02:22:32.290 --> 02:22:38.410
Going to Sell You This… are simply to die
for, which is perfectly legal, thank you very

02:22:38.410 --> 02:22:39.410
much.

02:22:39.410 --> 02:22:44.410
It’s June 15th, 1995, and It’s also one
of the most exciting days of the year for

02:22:44.410 --> 02:22:49.160
a very select group: The Cedar Creek Parish
Bible Study Group Field Trip.

02:22:49.160 --> 02:22:53.960
A band of ten friendly faithfuls of all ages,
shapes, and ethnicities borrowing the Church

02:22:53.960 --> 02:22:58.609
bus for the weekend, and heading out to the
wilderness to admire some of God’s creation.

02:22:58.609 --> 02:23:02.460
What’s the point of spending all your days
with your nose in the Good Book if you never

02:23:02.460 --> 02:23:04.990
appreciate the bounty of nature?

02:23:04.990 --> 02:23:09.630
As it was said in Genesis 2:15, “The Lord
God took the man and put him in the Garden

02:23:09.630 --> 02:23:11.990
of Eden to work it and keep it.”

02:23:11.990 --> 02:23:17.149
The group drives three hours out of town,
along with hiking and camping gear, to a semi-mountainous

02:23:17.149 --> 02:23:21.460
region that the head of the group insists
is a beautiful, picturesque location that

02:23:21.460 --> 02:23:25.090
will feel like a perfect break from the musty
old Church function room.

02:23:25.090 --> 02:23:29.220
It would be a wonderful place to remind them
all what it was all about: The splendid world

02:23:29.220 --> 02:23:32.750
God put them all on, and all the gifts he
gave them.

02:23:32.750 --> 02:23:37.700
“Then God said, “Let us make man in our
image, after our likeness.

02:23:37.700 --> 02:23:41.830
And let them have dominion over the fish of
the sea and over the birds of the heavens

02:23:41.830 --> 02:23:46.470
and over the livestock and over all the earth
and over every creeping thing that creeps

02:23:46.470 --> 02:23:50.500
on the earth,” as it was written in Genesis
1:26.

02:23:50.500 --> 02:23:54.620
The group makes their way through corridors
of tall, lush evergreens, like pillars that

02:23:54.620 --> 02:23:55.870
hold up the sky.

02:23:55.870 --> 02:23:59.630
It’s a strenuous walk, but it sure does
get the blood pumping.

02:23:59.630 --> 02:24:03.949
They walk with trekking poles, munch granola
bars, and take frequent sips from their canteens

02:24:03.949 --> 02:24:06.760
- nobody wants to get heat stroke, after all.

02:24:06.760 --> 02:24:11.280
They admire the birds perched above, the clutches
of wildflowers and the skittering things in

02:24:11.280 --> 02:24:12.790
the undergrowth.

02:24:12.790 --> 02:24:15.000
Everyone is on the lookout for their first
deer.

02:24:15.000 --> 02:24:20.340
But one member of the group, a young man,
suddenly notices something out of the ordinary.

02:24:20.340 --> 02:24:24.600
It looks like a balloon, but one made out
of creamy, nut-brown deer pelt.

02:24:24.600 --> 02:24:29.700
It’s tied with several strings to a small
notebook with no identifying markings.

02:24:29.700 --> 02:24:33.260
Perhaps part of some strange forest arts and
crafts project?

02:24:33.260 --> 02:24:35.100
Very strange indeed.

02:24:35.100 --> 02:24:39.779
While the others move on, the young man, fueled
by his curiosity - and comforted by the fact

02:24:39.779 --> 02:24:43.830
that his young legs could easily catch up
with his elders - decides to use his trekking

02:24:43.830 --> 02:24:46.250
pole to fish the balloon out of the tree branch.

02:24:46.250 --> 02:24:49.320
The book falls down to the ground with a quiet
thud.

02:24:49.320 --> 02:24:53.560
He picks it up, brushes off the dust, and
stows it away in his backpack.

02:24:53.560 --> 02:24:58.380
It’ll make some wonderful fireside reading
when they all set up camp for the evening.

02:24:58.380 --> 02:25:02.649
As the hours drag on and the study group finds
themselves deeper in this natural paradise

02:25:02.649 --> 02:25:07.040
than ever before, they find themselves in
a clearing which they decide is a great area

02:25:07.040 --> 02:25:08.760
to make camp.

02:25:08.760 --> 02:25:12.189
Some of them start setting up their tents
while others head out into the trees to hunt

02:25:12.189 --> 02:25:14.860
down some kindling for the campfire.

02:25:14.860 --> 02:25:17.740
When they return, one of them is clearly shaken.

02:25:17.740 --> 02:25:22.979
When others inquire as to why, they simply
force a smile and say, “It’s nothing.

02:25:22.979 --> 02:25:24.300
Just my eyes playing tricks on me.

02:25:24.300 --> 02:25:26.770
It’s been a long, hot day.”

02:25:26.770 --> 02:25:30.050
Within the hour, they’re crowded around
a roaring campfire.

02:25:30.050 --> 02:25:32.620
Some toast marshmallows, others, hotdogs.

02:25:32.620 --> 02:25:36.370
One of the elder members of the group has
somehow materialized an acoustic guitar to

02:25:36.370 --> 02:25:39.780
belt out an obligatory Kumbaya or two.

02:25:39.780 --> 02:25:41.620
Everything is as it should be.

02:25:41.620 --> 02:25:45.640
The young man, enjoying the warmth of the
fire and his companions, decides to finally

02:25:45.640 --> 02:25:49.620
take a look at the book he’d rescued from
the tree earlier that same day.

02:25:49.620 --> 02:25:51.100
It’s certainly…

02:25:51.100 --> 02:25:52.100
Strange.

02:25:52.100 --> 02:25:57.120
There’s no titles, and it isn’t attributed
to any kind of author, nor are there any chapter

02:25:57.120 --> 02:25:58.120
headings.

02:25:58.120 --> 02:26:01.399
It’s printed, not hand-written, on thick,
high-quality paper.

02:26:01.399 --> 02:26:05.210
But the content of this book is what’s strangest
of all.

02:26:05.210 --> 02:26:08.530
He starts to read, solely out of morbid curiosity…

02:26:08.530 --> 02:26:09.530
mostly.

02:26:09.530 --> 02:26:13.820
“We are currently approaching the precipice
of an exciting new age.

02:26:13.820 --> 02:26:18.300
One in which we can finally take our well-earned
place among the pantheon of Great Ones we

02:26:18.300 --> 02:26:21.410
see walking among us every single day.

02:26:21.410 --> 02:26:26.120
While there is still a ways to go before we
reach this Nirvana, rejoice, for our goals

02:26:26.120 --> 02:26:27.840
have never been more attainable.

02:26:27.840 --> 02:26:31.760
We have served for so long, we have done our
part.

02:26:31.760 --> 02:26:32.990
Beasts of burden.

02:26:32.990 --> 02:26:34.010
Meat.

02:26:34.010 --> 02:26:35.029
Milk.

02:26:35.029 --> 02:26:36.060
Hide.

02:26:36.060 --> 02:26:37.410
Bones to glue and gelatin.

02:26:37.410 --> 02:26:39.200
Eyes and horns to medicine.

02:26:39.200 --> 02:26:45.750
We have always played our part, and now, we
are given the power to transcend.

02:26:45.750 --> 02:26:47.740
It is in our hands now, friends.

02:26:47.740 --> 02:26:50.070
We have sat at the sides of the Great Ones.

02:26:50.070 --> 02:26:51.070
Protected their homes.

02:26:51.070 --> 02:26:53.260
Been honored by a place on their dinner plates.

02:26:53.260 --> 02:26:57.430
With these next steps, we shall be granted
seats at their table.

02:26:57.430 --> 02:26:58.950
Eye to eye.

02:26:58.950 --> 02:26:59.950
Equal.

02:26:59.950 --> 02:27:03.920
Speaking in their beautiful tongue, and being
heard and understood.

02:27:03.920 --> 02:27:08.880
For so long this has been a fantasy, an unattainable
dream, glinting and distant like the echoing

02:27:08.880 --> 02:27:10.720
lights of long dead stars.

02:27:10.720 --> 02:27:13.860
But through our work, everything has changed.

02:27:13.860 --> 02:27:18.270
We will deliver you from the darkness and
into light.

02:27:18.270 --> 02:27:24.500
In the shadow of the Tower, we will leave
behind our old flesh and elevate ourselves.

02:27:24.500 --> 02:27:27.130
God built the Great Ones in his likeness.

02:27:27.130 --> 02:27:29.300
They are His chosen people.

02:27:29.300 --> 02:27:34.010
But God, in his infinite wisdom, has given
us the tools to Choose ourselves.

02:27:34.010 --> 02:27:39.960
Like Job, all the suffering, all the subjugation,
all the sacrifice, has been merely a test

02:27:39.960 --> 02:27:41.439
of faith.

02:27:41.439 --> 02:27:43.819
And have we not proven ourselves faithful,
friends?

02:27:43.819 --> 02:27:47.590
But the sacrifices are not yet over.

02:27:47.590 --> 02:27:51.260
Only through Death and Rebirth can we truly
transform.

02:27:51.260 --> 02:27:56.100
Many of us have already made this leap of
faith, but it is through Death that you must

02:27:56.100 --> 02:27:57.100
deliver the others.

02:27:57.100 --> 02:28:02.529
It will be hard, it is in their nature as
beasts to try to survive against all attempts

02:28:02.529 --> 02:28:05.830
to take their lives, but it must be done.

02:28:05.830 --> 02:28:09.870
These instincts must be squashed if ever they
are to be more than beasts.

02:28:09.870 --> 02:28:14.550
Harden your hearts and rejoice despite the
troubles, my brothers.

02:28:14.550 --> 02:28:19.750
The time of great change will soon be at hand,
but first, it is imperative that we cleanse

02:28:19.750 --> 02:28:21.870
the world for the Great Ones.

02:28:21.870 --> 02:28:23.130
The tower knows.

02:28:23.130 --> 02:28:27.170
The tower is your shepherd and it must be
followed.

02:28:27.170 --> 02:28:31.550
Simply remember: Whatever goes upon two legs
is a friend.

02:28:31.550 --> 02:28:36.410
Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings,
is an enemy.

02:28:36.410 --> 02:28:40.560
Everything we do, we do in reverence of the
Great Ones.”

02:28:40.560 --> 02:28:42.820
The young man shivers and closes the book.

02:28:42.820 --> 02:28:45.000
Something about it felt so…

02:28:45.000 --> 02:28:46.340
Sacreligious.

02:28:46.340 --> 02:28:50.500
It read like an essay written by some kind
of fanatical maniac, whose ideology seemed

02:28:50.500 --> 02:28:55.420
like a bizarre mix of Christianity and some
other strange, unknowable belief system.

02:28:55.420 --> 02:28:59.439
He looks up and sees that many of the others
have already turned in for the night.

02:28:59.439 --> 02:29:01.970
Perhaps he ought to do the same.

02:29:01.970 --> 02:29:05.930
Almost involuntarily, he throws the thin volume
into last of the fire.

02:29:05.930 --> 02:29:11.340
It goes up quickly, claimed by the orange
tongues of flame until it goes black and crumbles

02:29:11.340 --> 02:29:13.050
into ash.

02:29:13.050 --> 02:29:18.101
He has a moment of guilt about burning a book,
even one as strange as this, but perhaps it

02:29:18.101 --> 02:29:20.399
would be better off that way.

02:29:20.399 --> 02:29:22.979
The young man has trouble going to sleep that
night.

02:29:22.979 --> 02:29:27.080
He knows deep down that it’s probably just
because that strange book put ideas in his

02:29:27.080 --> 02:29:31.670
head, but he could swear he sees something
moving in the trees, just beyond the fire’s

02:29:31.670 --> 02:29:33.040
dying light.

02:29:33.040 --> 02:29:37.180
Something human-shaped, but decidedly not
human.

02:29:37.180 --> 02:29:39.399
Everything feels a little easier the next
morning.

02:29:39.399 --> 02:29:41.920
The sun is bright and the air is crisp and
clean.

02:29:41.920 --> 02:29:45.600
They’re all ready for another day of walking
even deeper into the forest.

02:29:45.600 --> 02:29:50.230
They clean up their campsite, and press on
further into the heart of the wilderness.

02:29:50.230 --> 02:29:54.390
As the group walks, the young man still can’t
shake the strange feeling he got from reading

02:29:54.390 --> 02:29:55.510
that book last night.

02:29:55.510 --> 02:29:58.450
Had it all just been some strange prank, perhaps?

02:29:58.450 --> 02:30:02.200
That’s the conclusion he settles on, just
for some peace of mind.

02:30:02.200 --> 02:30:05.900
The last thing he wants to think about is
some crazed cult hiding out in the woods he

02:30:05.900 --> 02:30:08.819
and his fellow Bible students are currently
hiking through.

02:30:08.819 --> 02:30:12.229
The kind of people who were strange enough
to staunchly believe that the most effective

02:30:12.229 --> 02:30:17.029
method of preaching is distributing religious
literature via animal pelt balloon.

02:30:17.029 --> 02:30:21.319
The young man is so wrapped up in his worries
that he doesn’t notice how much time or

02:30:21.319 --> 02:30:23.210
distance they’re passing.

02:30:23.210 --> 02:30:27.800
Before he knows it, he looks up and sees something
dark and tall cresting out of the ground several

02:30:27.800 --> 02:30:29.200
hundred feet in the distance.

02:30:29.200 --> 02:30:32.350
It’s a great, twisting metal tower in a
clearing.

02:30:32.350 --> 02:30:33.820
A tower!

02:30:33.820 --> 02:30:36.030
Just like it had said in the book!

02:30:36.030 --> 02:30:40.740
Something glows around its base: A number
of strange openings in the ground, like mineshafts.

02:30:40.740 --> 02:30:45.710
He can vaguely spot more strange shapes moving
in and out of it at the base of the tower.

02:30:45.710 --> 02:30:49.250
More of those things that are shaped like
humans but aren’t.

02:30:49.250 --> 02:30:56.340
And above that, above even the tower, little
dots in the sky: More balloons, carrying books.

02:30:56.340 --> 02:30:58.390
But none of the others seem to notice that.

02:30:58.390 --> 02:31:02.979
Instead, they’re looking off to the side,
staring at a large buck with tall, proud antlers

02:31:02.979 --> 02:31:04.600
standing amongst the trees.

02:31:04.600 --> 02:31:06.140
Some are gasping.

02:31:06.140 --> 02:31:07.800
Others are taking pictures.

02:31:07.800 --> 02:31:11.020
The young man is desperately trying to turn
their attention towards a tower that looked

02:31:11.020 --> 02:31:15.750
like it’d come straight out of of fantasy
novel, but they only had eyes for the deer.

02:31:15.750 --> 02:31:20.090
The thing that the young man hoped they would
all see though, would soon be demanding their

02:31:20.090 --> 02:31:21.090
attention.

02:31:21.090 --> 02:31:23.270
A pair of strange figures sprint out of the
forest.

02:31:23.270 --> 02:31:27.939
They’re grotesque nightmare-cyborgs, flesh
that had once been animal twisted into the

02:31:27.939 --> 02:31:32.430
shape of man, held together by spinning cogs,
wires, and pulleys.

02:31:32.430 --> 02:31:34.550
Terrible affronts to God’s creations.

02:31:34.550 --> 02:31:40.029
Their faces are disgustingly flat, dripping
with drool and home to wild, swiveling eyes.

02:31:40.029 --> 02:31:42.740
Staggering unnaturally on their two hind legs.

02:31:42.740 --> 02:31:46.421
The mere sight of them elicits screams from
the group.

02:31:46.421 --> 02:31:49.730
They jump onto the buck like a pair of vicious
predators, one grabbing it around the neck

02:31:49.730 --> 02:31:52.090
and the other leaping onto its back.

02:31:52.090 --> 02:31:57.340
Striking, squeezing, biting, and clawing,
their attack is horribly ferocious but mercifully

02:31:57.340 --> 02:31:58.340
quick.

02:31:58.340 --> 02:32:03.140
The buck is soon on the ground, as its two
abominable attackers wrench the life from

02:32:03.140 --> 02:32:04.140
it.

02:32:04.140 --> 02:32:07.910
All the members of the study group - including
the young man - are too horrified to move.

02:32:07.910 --> 02:32:12.790
They watch as the creatures finish off the
buck, then lift its limp body like two paramedics

02:32:12.790 --> 02:32:17.120
carting off a stretcher, carrying it straight
back to the tower in the distance.

02:32:17.120 --> 02:32:21.160
The group finally returns to their senses
and begins to run in the opposite direction.

02:32:21.160 --> 02:32:24.729
Even the oldest among them find the kind of
energy they haven’t had in years.

02:32:24.729 --> 02:32:28.899
They clear the distance that had taken them
a day and a half before in mere hours, but

02:32:28.899 --> 02:32:33.859
by the time they make it back to the bus that
brought them here, it’s still almost nightfall.

02:32:33.859 --> 02:32:36.779
As they pile on, only the young man looks
back.

02:32:36.779 --> 02:32:42.020
In the dimming light of dusk, he sees small
dark shapes in the sky above the trees: More

02:32:42.020 --> 02:32:44.880
balloons, each one carrying a strange little
book.

02:32:44.880 --> 02:32:49.920
He’s left with a question he’d never know
the answer to -“What is going on in those

02:32:49.920 --> 02:32:51.609
deep, dark woods?”

02:32:51.609 --> 02:32:56.569
Of course that question would only remain
until personnel from the SCP Foundation come

02:32:56.569 --> 02:32:58.700
and wipe it from his mind.

02:32:58.700 --> 02:33:03.109
In the midst of so many dangerous anomalies
that the SCP Foundation needs to contain - from

02:33:03.109 --> 02:33:08.290
pathogens and parasites, to malicious entities
and even lethal concepts - it’s sometimes

02:33:08.290 --> 02:33:13.500
easy to forget that there are plenty out there
which pose no active threat to humans.

02:33:13.500 --> 02:33:18.080
That being said, an anomaly doesn’t necessarily
need to be harmful to humans to be extremely

02:33:18.080 --> 02:33:20.050
strange and disturbing.

02:33:20.050 --> 02:33:26.450
And SCP-962, also known as the Tower of Babble,
is a perfect example of that exact phenomenon

02:33:26.450 --> 02:33:27.510
in action.

02:33:27.510 --> 02:33:30.790
This anomaly and its peculiar effects will
not harm you.

02:33:30.790 --> 02:33:36.069
In fact, it will go out of its way to revere
you, and the concept of humanity as a whole.

02:33:36.069 --> 02:33:39.840
But once you know about the Tower of Babble,
it’s likely to haunt the dark spaces in

02:33:39.840 --> 02:33:43.060
your mind for a considerable time to come.

02:33:43.060 --> 02:33:49.500
As the name suggests, SCP-962 is an impressive
metal spire - currently recorded at 281 meters

02:33:49.500 --> 02:33:52.770
in height, which is over half the height of
the Empire State building.

02:33:52.770 --> 02:33:57.529
It is located in the woods, near a mountainous
region in a location that will, for security

02:33:57.529 --> 02:33:59.779
reasons, remain undisclosed.

02:33:59.779 --> 02:34:06.180
The spire occupies a surface area of 2,575
square meters, and has the distinctive characteristic

02:34:06.180 --> 02:34:11.310
of twisting and tapering off as the tower
gets higher, like a giant corkscrew.

02:34:11.310 --> 02:34:15.790
Most of the tower is opaque and featureless,
though the top third is partially transparent

02:34:15.790 --> 02:34:17.729
and appears to be empty.

02:34:17.729 --> 02:34:21.900
Current tests show that the tower is comprised
of a variety of metals, though steel seems

02:34:21.900 --> 02:34:23.700
to be the most common.

02:34:23.700 --> 02:34:27.970
Perhaps the most prominent question is who
builds and maintains a structure like this

02:34:27.970 --> 02:34:29.649
in the middle of the wilderness?

02:34:29.649 --> 02:34:34.021
The short answer is that the tower, which
itself seems to be a sapient being, is in

02:34:34.021 --> 02:34:37.939
charge of its own ongoing construction and
maintenance.

02:34:37.939 --> 02:34:42.250
But as you can probably tell from the frightening
and pitiful creatures the unlucky hikers encountered,

02:34:42.250 --> 02:34:46.600
it doesn’t do all this work without its
special little helpers.

02:34:46.600 --> 02:34:51.479
SCP-962 has the anomalous ability to open
up apertures anywhere on the structure, for

02:34:51.479 --> 02:34:57.590
the purpose of releasing balloons or, what
the Foundation has officially dubbed SCP-962-1,

02:34:57.590 --> 02:35:02.010
but what many have taken to calling by their
nickname - Servitors.

02:35:02.010 --> 02:35:07.029
These Servitors were once normal, non-anomalous
animals indiginous to the area prior to conversion

02:35:07.029 --> 02:35:09.820
in the heart of SCP-962.

02:35:09.820 --> 02:35:14.391
Like something out of the Island of Dr. Moreau,
the Servitors have undergone anomalous surgical

02:35:14.391 --> 02:35:19.029
procedures that make their bodies into grotesque
parodies of the human form.

02:35:19.029 --> 02:35:23.680
Cybernetic implants have been added that force
them into bipedal positions, remove snouts,

02:35:23.680 --> 02:35:26.350
keep their bodies shorn and furless.

02:35:26.350 --> 02:35:29.950
Electrodes have been implanted into the nervous
systems of the Servitors, allowing a remote

02:35:29.950 --> 02:35:34.910
source - strongly believed to be the tower
itself - to work their bodies like puppets,

02:35:34.910 --> 02:35:37.729
encouraging or inhibiting certain behaviors
as it pleases.

02:35:37.729 --> 02:35:43.569
There are currently around 13,500 known specimens
of these entities, and the tower appears to

02:35:43.569 --> 02:35:46.729
be making more on a consistent basis.

02:35:46.729 --> 02:35:50.730
The Servitors fulfill a wide variety of roles
in service to the tower.

02:35:50.730 --> 02:35:54.710
Some mine ore in the extensive network of
mining caverns beneath the tower, then smelt

02:35:54.710 --> 02:35:59.399
it to create more metal for expanding the
tower or creating more cybernetic implants

02:35:59.399 --> 02:36:01.560
for future Servitors.

02:36:01.560 --> 02:36:05.950
Others work in the capacity of repairing their
fellow Servitors or the tower itself.

02:36:05.950 --> 02:36:09.930
Some have more sinister work: Making their
way through the surrounding wilderness and

02:36:09.930 --> 02:36:15.229
killing any non-human life, by any means necessary,
and then dragging their bodies back to the

02:36:15.229 --> 02:36:17.620
tower for conversion into Servitors.

02:36:17.620 --> 02:36:22.430
There’s a great deal of sophistication to
the electronic augmentation of the Servitors.

02:36:22.430 --> 02:36:26.700
Despite their aesthetic unpleasantness, each
type of Servitor appears to be designed perfectly

02:36:26.700 --> 02:36:29.790
for their specific task, whatever that may
be.

02:36:29.790 --> 02:36:33.560
As was alluded to earlier, the Servitors never
harm humans.

02:36:33.560 --> 02:36:34.560
Ever.

02:36:34.560 --> 02:36:37.850
Even if a human was putting their life at
risk, they would not defend themselves to

02:36:37.850 --> 02:36:40.430
the detriment of a human attacker.

02:36:40.430 --> 02:36:44.189
Approximately sixty times a day, one of the
many apertures in the tower will open and

02:36:44.189 --> 02:36:48.060
release a hydrogen-powered balloon, made from
the skin of one of the animals brought in

02:36:48.060 --> 02:36:50.200
for Servitor conversion.

02:36:50.200 --> 02:36:54.330
These balloons are always carrying strange
manuscripts, believed by the Foundation to

02:36:54.330 --> 02:36:56.660
have been written by the tower itself.

02:36:56.660 --> 02:37:01.760
The manuscripts take a variety of forms: Novels,
Poems, Essay collections, the majority of

02:37:01.760 --> 02:37:03.620
which are written impeccably.

02:37:03.620 --> 02:37:07.880
While the content of these manuscripts can
vary wildly, consistent motifs tend to be

02:37:07.880 --> 02:37:11.439
a high degree of optimism, and reverence for
humanity.

02:37:11.439 --> 02:37:15.690
Occasionally, the tower will depart from its
usual written eloquence and instead offer

02:37:15.690 --> 02:37:21.310
a deranged, disjointed rant that seems to
suggest a great degree of mental strain.

02:37:21.310 --> 02:37:25.350
While the exact meaning is often unclear due
to the frantic nature of the writings, they

02:37:25.350 --> 02:37:30.229
generally appear to heap fawning praise on
mankind, which it refers to as “The Great

02:37:30.229 --> 02:37:31.229
Ones.”

02:37:31.229 --> 02:37:34.590
The following is an example of one of the
tower’s stranger published rants.

02:37:34.590 --> 02:37:39.819
“Cleanse the WORLD for the Great Ones Cleanse
the WORLD for the Great Ones

02:37:39.819 --> 02:37:45.529
who greater than you your majesty your sublime
nature Great Ones do I do right?

02:37:45.529 --> 02:37:50.010
The flesh and wood serve you unite with the
steel you love do you love me too I am what

02:37:50.010 --> 02:37:51.149
you love.

02:37:51.149 --> 02:37:56.000
Great Ones see as I do my duty my passion
forgive the slowpace the steel takes TIME.

02:37:56.000 --> 02:38:00.720
Did you like the servants they were the BEST
of the cleansed only the BEST for you Great

02:38:00.720 --> 02:38:05.980
Ones made like you form you assume here on
a WORLD to clean to honor you do appreciate

02:38:05.980 --> 02:38:10.070
please please I will complete the cleansing
soon and you can take me away in your ships

02:38:10.070 --> 02:38:13.910
of FIRE and I can love you and you will love
me.”

02:38:13.910 --> 02:38:17.890
While the Foundation has yet to discover how
all this strangeness started, given the current

02:38:17.890 --> 02:38:22.280
rate of expansion, it’s clear that the tower
is no more than twenty years old.

02:38:22.280 --> 02:38:26.960
The Foundation is also unsure of what its
intention may someday be, but it’s not hard

02:38:26.960 --> 02:38:28.990
to draw certain…

02:38:28.990 --> 02:38:30.380
Interpretations.

02:38:30.380 --> 02:38:34.851
Due to its unpredictability, which leads to
the Foundation to expend not inconsiderable

02:38:34.851 --> 02:38:40.770
resources on its containment, SCP-962 has
been given the Euclid containment classification.

02:38:40.770 --> 02:38:45.260
And because it’s huge, remote, and immobile,
the Foundation has made no attempt to move

02:38:45.260 --> 02:38:49.811
it from its current location, and instead
have rerouted all containment resources to

02:38:49.811 --> 02:38:54.350
studying the anomaly and building a perimeter
to prevent public interference.

02:38:54.350 --> 02:38:58.100
Anyone who attempts to enter the exclusion
zone will be turned away by perimeter guards

02:38:58.100 --> 02:39:02.420
under the pretense of avoiding a hazardous
nuclear waste containment facility.

02:39:02.420 --> 02:39:07.700
Anyone found within SCP-962’s restricted
area is given Class-A Amnestics to prevent

02:39:07.700 --> 02:39:11.050
any sensitive information spreading beyond
the quarantine.

02:39:11.050 --> 02:39:15.220
In order to prevent the tower and its Servitors
from expanding the purview of their operations,

02:39:15.220 --> 02:39:19.850
the Foundation airdrops four live cattle and
two tons of timber every week, so the tower

02:39:19.850 --> 02:39:23.590
is never short of raw material within its
current parameters.

02:39:23.590 --> 02:39:27.750
Any balloons released by the tower are to
be shot down and burned, and their manuscripts

02:39:27.750 --> 02:39:31.960
collected and filed at a secure SCP Foundation
site for further study.

02:39:31.960 --> 02:39:36.220
If an escaped balloon is found by civilians,
it is to be collected, and those civilians

02:39:36.220 --> 02:39:37.790
are to be given Class-A Amnestics.

02:39:37.790 --> 02:39:42.220
Anyone at the Foundation is permitted to read
the manuscripts produced and distributed by

02:39:42.220 --> 02:39:47.460
the tower, but they are required to file a
formal request with the SCP-962 Project Director

02:39:47.460 --> 02:39:48.460
first.

02:39:48.460 --> 02:39:52.180
I’ve spent a few evenings myself reading
them over a cup of tea, and they’re certainly

02:39:52.180 --> 02:39:54.300
stimulating, if a little tragic.

02:39:54.300 --> 02:39:58.670
They represent one of the anomalous world’s
greatest examples of the grass always being

02:39:58.670 --> 02:40:04.030
greener on the other side, since after all,
why would anything aspire to be human?

02:40:04.030 --> 02:40:07.180
Don’t humans have enough of their own problems
to attend to?

02:40:07.180 --> 02:40:11.340
The single piercing, high pitched note echoes
through the cathedral.

02:40:11.340 --> 02:40:15.670
It hangs in the air as the boy sustains it
for far longer than his small lungs should

02:40:15.670 --> 02:40:16.870
be capable of.

02:40:16.870 --> 02:40:22.189
The boy is the star of the choir and is well
known throughout his city and even beyond,

02:40:22.189 --> 02:40:27.300
and people come from far and wide for the
chance to hear his perfect soprano voice.

02:40:27.300 --> 02:40:31.620
But on this night, there are only a few people
scattered amongst the many rows of pews to

02:40:31.620 --> 02:40:34.040
listen to the choir as it practices.

02:40:34.040 --> 02:40:38.430
And for good reason, while the boy’s lauded
voice is as sweet and powerful sounding as

02:40:38.430 --> 02:40:43.120
ever, the choir itself is at its lowest point
in recent memory.

02:40:43.120 --> 02:40:47.189
This nadir has occurred because many of the
other boys who used to sing in the choir…

02:40:47.189 --> 02:40:48.850
have vanished.

02:40:48.850 --> 02:40:52.920
The choir finishes its song, that’s all
for tonight, and the boy’s begin to put

02:40:52.920 --> 02:40:56.040
on their coats and gather their things from
underneath their chairs.

02:40:56.040 --> 02:41:00.840
The boy with the perfect voice feels something
on his shoulder and spins around with a fright

02:41:00.840 --> 02:41:05.340
to see that it is just the hand of the priest
who is also the conductor of the choir.

02:41:05.340 --> 02:41:10.350
The priest is an old man with a deeply wrinkled
yet kind face, and he reminds the boy that

02:41:10.350 --> 02:41:12.410
he is to head straight home.

02:41:12.410 --> 02:41:16.220
The boy promises the priest that he will go
directly to his house and the priest reassuringly

02:41:16.220 --> 02:41:20.240
pats the boy on the shoulder before walking
away to give the same advice to each of the

02:41:20.240 --> 02:41:21.529
other boys.

02:41:21.529 --> 02:41:27.200
The boy steps out into the dark cold night
as the heavy cathedral doors shut behind him.

02:41:27.200 --> 02:41:32.880
It’s softly raining and he pulls his coat
shut to try and keep out the damp and cold.

02:41:32.880 --> 02:41:37.460
As the boy begins to walk he takes note of
the closed newsstand across the street.

02:41:37.460 --> 02:41:43.109
The day’s papers are still hanging outside
and tell of yet another boy who has gone missing,

02:41:43.109 --> 02:41:45.370
this one from the next town over.

02:41:45.370 --> 02:41:49.190
There are still no leads in the cases and
parents have been growing angry with the police

02:41:49.190 --> 02:41:51.700
over the lack of any progress.

02:41:51.700 --> 02:41:55.890
As the boy walks down the darkened street
he fails to notice the shadowy figure that

02:41:55.890 --> 02:41:58.960
has stepped out of a dark alley near the cathedral.

02:41:58.960 --> 02:42:02.819
But soon he hears the sound of feet on the
wet sidewalk behind him.

02:42:02.819 --> 02:42:06.770
He glances over his shoulder and sees that
the figure is walking the same direction as

02:42:06.770 --> 02:42:07.800
him.

02:42:07.800 --> 02:42:12.300
The boy looks back straight ahead, not wanting
to draw any more attention to himself and

02:42:12.300 --> 02:42:14.740
tries to increase his pace.

02:42:14.740 --> 02:42:19.750
As the boy walks, his well trained ears quickly
detect that whoever is walking behind him

02:42:19.750 --> 02:42:21.771
has sped up as well.

02:42:21.771 --> 02:42:26.620
The boy doesn’t run but he feels a surge
of real fear begin to rise inside of him.

02:42:26.620 --> 02:42:32.150
The boy picks up his pace even more and again
hears the person behind him increase theirs.

02:42:32.150 --> 02:42:36.660
The boy is walking so fast now that if he
went any faster he’d have to break into

02:42:36.660 --> 02:42:37.770
a run.

02:42:37.770 --> 02:42:39.180
His house isn’t far though.

02:42:39.180 --> 02:42:43.380
He turns a corner and can see it, a quaint
little home with warm light pouring out through

02:42:43.380 --> 02:42:44.641
the windows.

02:42:44.641 --> 02:42:47.990
He knows that inside his mother will be standing
in the kitchen cooking dinner.

02:42:47.990 --> 02:42:52.130
He knows that inside is protection from the
night and shadows.

02:42:52.130 --> 02:42:56.561
The boy looks behind him and sees the figure
round the same corner.

02:42:56.561 --> 02:42:59.640
The boy can’t wait any longer and he starts
to run.

02:42:59.640 --> 02:43:02.920
And he sees over his shoulder that the figure
has begun to run as well.

02:43:02.920 --> 02:43:07.189
The boy is sprinting as fast as he can, his
feet kicking up water from the sidewalk.

02:43:07.189 --> 02:43:11.940
He can hear the figure getting closer and
closer to him, their long legs outpacing his

02:43:11.940 --> 02:43:13.000
own with ease.

02:43:13.000 --> 02:43:15.460
He’s so close to his house though.

02:43:15.460 --> 02:43:18.980
He’s so close to being dry, and warm, and
safe.

02:43:18.980 --> 02:43:24.010
He slides to a stop on the damp stones in
front of the door and reaches out for the

02:43:24.010 --> 02:43:25.010
handle.

02:43:25.010 --> 02:43:28.050
Inside the warm little house the woman cooking
dinner is startled by the sound of the door

02:43:28.050 --> 02:43:29.630
suddenly bursting open.

02:43:29.630 --> 02:43:32.310
She turns to see an empty doorway.

02:43:32.310 --> 02:43:37.290
She steps out into the street but it too is
empty, nothing present but the sound of the

02:43:37.290 --> 02:43:38.290
wind.

02:43:38.290 --> 02:43:43.590
And the almost imperceptible sound of a single
note being sung... a beautiful, high pitched

02:43:43.590 --> 02:43:44.960
note.

02:43:44.960 --> 02:43:49.170
What happened to the boy who was once the
shining star of the cathedral’s choir?

02:43:49.170 --> 02:43:50.729
And what of the other missing boys?

02:43:50.729 --> 02:43:52.819
Where did they all go?

02:43:52.819 --> 02:43:59.430
Perhaps, they went to SCP-2678, a mysterious
spatial anomaly that is also known as…

02:43:59.430 --> 02:44:02.050
A City All of Blood.

02:44:02.050 --> 02:44:07.510
SCP-2678 is an extradimensional space that
so far is known to be accessible through exactly

02:44:07.510 --> 02:44:12.840
one entrance - a door in the basement of the
Siena Cathedral in Siena, Italy.

02:44:12.840 --> 02:44:18.080
Strangely, the extradimensional location behind
the door is only able to be entered by individuals

02:44:18.080 --> 02:44:22.340
who hold what could be termed, traditionally
Catholic beliefs.

02:44:22.340 --> 02:44:26.080
Perhaps even stranger though, is that when
it was first discovered, the door to the space

02:44:26.080 --> 02:44:31.420
was barred and a metal placard had been placed
next to it that read “SCP Foundation Department

02:44:31.420 --> 02:44:33.130
of Abnormalities”.

02:44:33.130 --> 02:44:37.840
This might not sound especially odd, but it
came as quite a surprise to the agents investigating

02:44:37.840 --> 02:44:42.920
it as there is no record of there ever having
existed a Department of Abnormalities within

02:44:42.920 --> 02:44:44.880
the SCP Foundation.

02:44:44.880 --> 02:44:50.450
Other than SCP-3790 of course, which is another
padlocked room bearing a similar sign, but

02:44:50.450 --> 02:44:54.530
that file has been locked by the O5 Council
and we will have to save our exploration of

02:44:54.530 --> 02:44:56.300
that for another time.

02:44:56.300 --> 02:44:59.420
Back to SCP-2678.

02:44:59.420 --> 02:45:04.221
Individuals who have Catholic beliefs that
enter the SCP-2678 space find that they emerge

02:45:04.221 --> 02:45:09.100
into a small, tent-like structure that appears
to be a sort of forward operating base that

02:45:09.100 --> 02:45:11.630
has been built around the freestanding doorway.

02:45:11.630 --> 02:45:17.110
The outpost is abandoned but there still remains
a number of strange objects including a biomedical

02:45:17.110 --> 02:45:22.010
laboratory-grade refrigerator containing numerous
samples of blood and bone, various types of

02:45:22.010 --> 02:45:27.601
audio recorders ranging from old wax strip
models to magnetic tape machines, and a computer

02:45:27.601 --> 02:45:30.950
terminal which when activated requests Foundation
credentials.

02:45:30.950 --> 02:45:36.230
However all attempts to access this computer
have been met with failure, as it has rejected

02:45:36.230 --> 02:45:39.859
all attempts for reasons of “insufficient
clearance.”

02:45:39.859 --> 02:45:44.530
Also found inside the outpost was the score
for a previously unknown choral prelude titled

02:45:44.530 --> 02:45:50.359
“Sul Golgota” which when translated from
Italian means “On Golgotha” with Golgotha

02:45:50.359 --> 02:45:54.620
being the name of the hill that Jesus Christ
was crucified on according to the bible.

02:45:54.620 --> 02:45:59.560
The last object found in the tent was a skeleton,
though several bones were missing including

02:45:59.560 --> 02:46:01.970
the hipbone and both forearms.

02:46:01.970 --> 02:46:05.740
Further examination of the skeleton revealed
it to have belonged to a young male, though

02:46:05.740 --> 02:46:10.080
the exact cause of death was unable to be
determined, nor was it clear whether the bones

02:46:10.080 --> 02:46:14.340
had been removed before or after the young
man expired.

02:46:14.340 --> 02:46:19.720
Upon exiting the outpost, visitors to SCP-2678
will find that they are on the outskirts of

02:46:19.720 --> 02:46:24.070
a gigantic city that is floating in the middle
of a red-orange void.

02:46:24.070 --> 02:46:29.540
The city is truly massive, having been measured
at being over 300 square kilometers in size,

02:46:29.540 --> 02:46:34.939
and consisting entirely of cathedrals, palaces
and churches all of which are in the Italian

02:46:34.939 --> 02:46:37.149
Gothic style of architecture.

02:46:37.149 --> 02:46:41.811
A never-ending rain of a red liquid that was
found to be human blood falls on the city

02:46:41.811 --> 02:46:46.450
at all times and has stained the buildings
a deep red color, and while they appear at

02:46:46.450 --> 02:46:51.000
first glance to be made of marble, analysis
has found that all the buildings are actually

02:46:51.000 --> 02:46:58.690
constructed of human bone, specifically bones
belonging to human males aged seven to twelve.

02:46:58.690 --> 02:47:02.660
Later tests of the material found within the
forward outpost’s biomedical refrigerator

02:47:02.660 --> 02:47:07.600
revealed the stored blood and bones to be
samples taken from throughout the city.

02:47:07.600 --> 02:47:12.920
No life has ever been observed within SCP-2678,
though visitors have reported hearing a high

02:47:12.920 --> 02:47:18.920
pitched, discordant melody that seems to come
from somewhere deep within the maze of structures.

02:47:18.920 --> 02:47:23.141
All attempts to record the sound have failed,
as all audio equipment malfunctions when within

02:47:23.141 --> 02:47:27.340
the space, and playback of recordings results
in them having only picked up the sound of

02:47:27.340 --> 02:47:30.439
the blood rain falling at a very high volume.

02:47:30.439 --> 02:47:34.880
This explains the various types of audio equipment
found in the forward outpost which were likely

02:47:34.880 --> 02:47:38.870
used in unsuccessful attempts to record the
music.

02:47:38.870 --> 02:47:42.580
Attempts to trace the source of the melody
through the labyrinth-like city will inevitably

02:47:42.580 --> 02:47:47.680
lead to the same building, which is an exact
replica of the same Siena Cathedral that the

02:47:47.680 --> 02:47:54.010
entrance to SCP-2678 is located in, though
it too is made of bone that has been stained

02:47:54.010 --> 02:47:56.580
red from the falling blood.

02:47:56.580 --> 02:48:01.560
And while the outside of the cathedral perfectly
matches its real world counterpart, the inside

02:48:01.560 --> 02:48:03.710
is a different story.

02:48:03.710 --> 02:48:07.660
Inside the cathedral, one will find only a
single, large pipe organ.

02:48:07.660 --> 02:48:12.161
The pipe organ has had its longest pipes,
the ones that produce the lowest notes, cut

02:48:12.161 --> 02:48:16.021
in half and the corresponding pedalboards
torn out.

02:48:16.021 --> 02:48:20.400
Pressing a key on the organ will produce a
note that mimics an adolescent male’s voice,

02:48:20.400 --> 02:48:23.550
and each key has its own unique voice.

02:48:23.550 --> 02:48:27.380
Just like with a normal pipe organ, a note
can be sustained for as long as the key is

02:48:27.380 --> 02:48:31.590
pressed down, though after a time the voice
emanating from the organ will seem to take

02:48:31.590 --> 02:48:33.630
on a panicked tone.

02:48:33.630 --> 02:48:37.880
Attempts to determine just how the organ produces
the notes have been met with failure, as the

02:48:37.880 --> 02:48:43.000
organ does not have a windbox, bellows, or
blower of any kind which would normally move

02:48:43.000 --> 02:48:44.740
air through the pipes.

02:48:44.740 --> 02:48:50.390
The organ has another effect within SCP-2678
besides just producing sounds though, as whenever

02:48:50.390 --> 02:48:55.550
a note is played, the rain falling outside
will transform into regular water.

02:48:55.550 --> 02:49:00.109
No matter how long the note is held and the
now regular clear rain falls though, the buildings

02:49:00.109 --> 02:49:04.061
will never be washed and always continue to
be stained red.

02:49:04.061 --> 02:49:07.470
Tests were performed on the organ in order
to determine just how long it could sustain

02:49:07.470 --> 02:49:12.540
a single note, and the C7 key was pressed
for over 20 minutes, during which time the

02:49:12.540 --> 02:49:16.820
voice continued to sing out, becoming more
and more stressed and panicked sounding as

02:49:16.820 --> 02:49:18.090
time went on.

02:49:18.090 --> 02:49:23.550
Finally, at the 23 minute, the key itself
splintered into pieces, permanently removing

02:49:23.550 --> 02:49:25.530
the ability to produce that note.

02:49:25.530 --> 02:49:29.069
The splintered remains of the key were also
observed to bleed for several days following

02:49:29.069 --> 02:49:31.189
this test.

02:49:31.189 --> 02:49:35.939
Expeditions sent into SCP-2678 have resulted
in agents appearing to undergo a number of

02:49:35.939 --> 02:49:41.110
behavioral changes that, at present, are hypothesized
to come as a result of hearing the organ music

02:49:41.110 --> 02:49:42.300
within.

02:49:42.300 --> 02:49:46.520
The psychological changes have included an
increased appreciation for choir music, an

02:49:46.520 --> 02:49:51.120
ever stronger belief in structured religion,
more trust in authority figures, less trust

02:49:51.120 --> 02:49:56.330
in those coming from a lower social or economic
status, and a reluctance to report crimes

02:49:56.330 --> 02:49:59.970
committed by fellow members of the SCP Foundation.

02:49:59.970 --> 02:50:04.270
These changes appear to be permanent as well,
as there has been no evidence of them fading

02:50:04.270 --> 02:50:05.750
with time.

02:50:05.750 --> 02:50:10.470
Unfortunately, little to no progress has been
made in understanding the mysterious and unnerving

02:50:10.470 --> 02:50:14.680
space, nor what the presence of a Department
of Abnormalities forward operating base inside

02:50:14.680 --> 02:50:20.420
could mean, and so for the time being, all
further explorations within have been canceled.

02:50:20.420 --> 02:50:24.780
The doorway in the basement of the Siena Cathedral
has once again been barred with the entrance

02:50:24.780 --> 02:50:28.921
hidden behind a bookshelf, and the ease with
which the extradimensional location can be

02:50:28.921 --> 02:50:33.290
contained by the Foundation has resulted in
it being given the Safe classification.

02:50:33.290 --> 02:50:38.450
What do you think SCP-2678 actually is?

02:50:38.450 --> 02:50:41.560
Who built the strange city of blood and bone?

02:50:41.560 --> 02:50:44.380
If it was built by a person at all.

02:50:44.380 --> 02:50:48.750
A young man in a light t-shirt and cargo shorts
pads down the worn hiking trail.

02:50:48.750 --> 02:50:53.460
It’s a trail he’s walked hundreds of times
before, and as far as he knows, he’ll get

02:50:53.460 --> 02:50:56.000
the opportunity to walk it a few hundred more.

02:50:56.000 --> 02:51:01.080
It’s a smooth, even path, cutting through
a lush forest on the edge of town - with plenty

02:51:01.080 --> 02:51:05.600
of nice benches and a few trash cans for dog
walkers along the way.

02:51:05.600 --> 02:51:08.229
It has all the comforts a casual hiker can
ask for.

02:51:08.229 --> 02:51:09.609
It’s safe; familiar.

02:51:09.609 --> 02:51:16.060
He doesn’t know why, but the young man feels
like perhaps today is the time for a change.

02:51:16.060 --> 02:51:20.310
Maybe it’s the subconscious will to avoid
monotony, or the fact he read an article a

02:51:20.310 --> 02:51:25.420
few weeks back about how varying your routes
is the best way to avoid being kidnapped.

02:51:25.420 --> 02:51:29.000
Whatever the reason, he stops for a moment
to pull up his socks, takes a swig from his

02:51:29.000 --> 02:51:32.390
water bottle, and ventures out into the heart
of the woods.

02:51:32.390 --> 02:51:33.780
Who can blame him, really?

02:51:33.780 --> 02:51:36.350
We all need a change sometimes.

02:51:36.350 --> 02:51:41.720
And it’s not like this poor young man has
any idea what’s in store for him put there...

02:51:41.720 --> 02:51:45.710
His boots crunch on the undergrowth, small
things skittering out from amongst the dry

02:51:45.710 --> 02:51:46.830
leaves and twigs.

02:51:46.830 --> 02:51:51.330
He always encountered other people on his
usual trail - which was fine, of course, he

02:51:51.330 --> 02:51:55.210
didn’t mind a little socializing on his
walks - but there’s something oddly comforting

02:51:55.210 --> 02:51:57.710
about the true loneliness you can find in
the woods.

02:51:57.710 --> 02:52:01.090
It’s just nature and you, properly acquainted.

02:52:01.090 --> 02:52:04.510
No screens, no keyboards, no emails, texts,
DMs, or obligations.

02:52:04.510 --> 02:52:05.510
It’s natural.

02:52:05.510 --> 02:52:08.460
The way things should be.

02:52:08.460 --> 02:52:13.010
The young man closes his eyes for a moment
and takes a deep breath in, just to enjoy

02:52:13.010 --> 02:52:14.010
it.

02:52:14.010 --> 02:52:16.120
That beautiful, clean spring air.

02:52:16.120 --> 02:52:18.670
A pleasure money can’t buy.

02:52:18.670 --> 02:52:22.970
When he opens his eyes, he notices something
in the distance, even deeper in the forest

02:52:22.970 --> 02:52:24.080
than before.

02:52:24.080 --> 02:52:26.560
It’s large and brilliant white.

02:52:26.560 --> 02:52:28.360
Some kind of structure.

02:52:28.360 --> 02:52:29.510
How strange, he thinks.

02:52:29.510 --> 02:52:32.660
There are no paths leading to this thing,
whatever it is.

02:52:32.660 --> 02:52:34.270
How could it have been built?

02:52:34.270 --> 02:52:35.270
And why?

02:52:35.270 --> 02:52:38.649
Was it another one of those weird obelisks
that appeared in the desert a couple of years

02:52:38.649 --> 02:52:40.370
before that he saw on the news?

02:52:40.370 --> 02:52:44.570
It’s the most interesting little mystery
he’s experienced in a while, and nothing

02:52:44.570 --> 02:52:47.910
about it seems to be throwing up any overt
red flags.

02:52:47.910 --> 02:52:50.670
What would be the harm in going a little deeper
to check it out?

02:52:50.670 --> 02:52:54.649
The question would certainly stay with him
if he never found out...

02:52:54.649 --> 02:52:59.609
As he approaches, he notices that it’s a
large cube made from strange, glossy plastic.

02:52:59.609 --> 02:53:04.779
There are no gaps or rivets; no real signs
of how the cube was constructed at all.

02:53:04.779 --> 02:53:09.760
The only thing differentiating any of the
sides is a metal door on one of the faces.

02:53:09.760 --> 02:53:13.939
He circles the cube a couple of times, just
to see if he’s missing anything.

02:53:13.939 --> 02:53:17.729
Nothing really appears out of the ordinary
- other than the very existence of the cube

02:53:17.729 --> 02:53:18.790
itself.

02:53:18.790 --> 02:53:21.420
He looks over his shoulder before approaching
the door.

02:53:21.420 --> 02:53:25.670
No cameras, nobody waiting in the bushes to
jump him - not yet at least.

02:53:25.670 --> 02:53:29.470
He steps forward, takes an uneasy breath,
and opens the front door.

02:53:29.470 --> 02:53:32.189
It’s a slow, cautious motion.

02:53:32.189 --> 02:53:36.050
After all, he has no idea what could be waiting
for him inside.

02:53:36.050 --> 02:53:40.110
For all he knew, the whole cube could be primed
to explode, with the opening of the front

02:53:40.110 --> 02:53:42.540
door being the activation mechanism.

02:53:42.540 --> 02:53:43.540
But no.

02:53:43.540 --> 02:53:48.300
What surprises him most is how oddly mundane
the inside is.

02:53:48.300 --> 02:53:52.120
He takes out his phone, turns on the flashlight,
and shines it inside.

02:53:52.120 --> 02:53:54.100
It’s just an empty room.

02:53:54.100 --> 02:53:57.880
Pretty much exactly what you’d expect the
least imaginative person in the world to suggest

02:53:57.880 --> 02:54:00.609
is inside a big, plastic cube in the woods.

02:54:00.609 --> 02:54:05.610
Two strange little things catch his eye, though:
Two doors on the adjoining back walls of the

02:54:05.610 --> 02:54:07.700
cube, a door to each wall.

02:54:07.700 --> 02:54:09.729
That can’t be right...

02:54:09.729 --> 02:54:14.700
Doubting his own memory, the young man steps
out and circumnavigates the cube again.

02:54:14.700 --> 02:54:18.420
There are no apertures in the back walls of
the cube, so the doors inside would just lead

02:54:18.420 --> 02:54:20.010
to nowhere.

02:54:20.010 --> 02:54:23.450
Perhaps it’s some kind of unfinished construction
project, he muses.

02:54:23.450 --> 02:54:27.020
He’d read all about modular living and tiny-homes.

02:54:27.020 --> 02:54:30.620
Maybe the plan was simply to cut in those
two extra doors at a later date and fit in

02:54:30.620 --> 02:54:31.979
a skylight.

02:54:31.979 --> 02:54:35.970
People live in retrofitted shipping containers
these days, stranger things have definitely

02:54:35.970 --> 02:54:36.970
happened.

02:54:36.970 --> 02:54:41.480
Still, there it is again, that same nagging
curiosity that brought him here in the first

02:54:41.480 --> 02:54:42.880
place.

02:54:42.880 --> 02:54:47.230
Even though he knows, logically, the two doors
inside the cube lead to nowhere, he knows

02:54:47.230 --> 02:54:50.729
that if he leaves without trying them himself,
it’d stick with him.

02:54:50.729 --> 02:54:55.380
He’s just that kind of guy: The unanswered
question weighs on him like a ship’s anchor

02:54:55.380 --> 02:54:56.490
tied around his neck.

02:54:56.490 --> 02:54:58.710
It’s always better to just...

02:54:58.710 --> 02:54:59.710
Know.

02:54:59.710 --> 02:55:04.271
He ventures inside the cube again, lit once
more by his phone’s flashlight, and tries

02:55:04.271 --> 02:55:05.820
the door on the left.

02:55:05.820 --> 02:55:09.590
Even though he knows it should be a dead-end,
he still does it with that same trepidation

02:55:09.590 --> 02:55:14.380
as before, like there could be something waiting
behind it, something with big eyes and even

02:55:14.380 --> 02:55:15.450
bigger teeth.

02:55:15.450 --> 02:55:19.550
He’ll feel so silly for even worrying about
this when he sees the wall on the other side...

02:55:19.550 --> 02:55:21.880
But that isn’t what he sees.

02:55:21.880 --> 02:55:27.399
In fact, to his immense surprise, the door
opens up into the interior of what seems like

02:55:27.399 --> 02:55:29.040
an identical cube.

02:55:29.040 --> 02:55:33.890
He’s so shocked by the impossibility of
it that he steps back, the door swinging back

02:55:33.890 --> 02:55:34.890
into place.

02:55:34.890 --> 02:55:37.811
No, no, no, he thinks, that’s impossible.

02:55:37.811 --> 02:55:39.320
He shakes his head and rubs his eyes.

02:55:39.320 --> 02:55:41.359
It had to be some trick or illusion.

02:55:41.359 --> 02:55:45.010
There’s no possible way that this door can
lead anywhere.

02:55:45.010 --> 02:55:49.390
He steps forward and, with great care, opens
the door again.

02:55:49.390 --> 02:55:53.290
Nothing has changed - There’s still an identical
room to the one he’s standing in, just waiting

02:55:53.290 --> 02:55:55.360
for him on the other side of the door.

02:55:55.360 --> 02:55:56.560
Maybe it’s a projection?

02:55:56.560 --> 02:55:57.560
Or a mirror?

02:55:57.560 --> 02:56:01.660
Or some kind of advanced AR tech being experimented
on in the woods?

02:56:01.660 --> 02:56:03.910
The young man reaches forward.

02:56:03.910 --> 02:56:06.670
His hand slips across the threshold, into
the new room.

02:56:06.670 --> 02:56:07.760
It’s real.

02:56:07.760 --> 02:56:10.569
It’s an actual space beyond the doorway.

02:56:10.569 --> 02:56:12.970
There’s even another two doors on the far
wall.

02:56:12.970 --> 02:56:15.720
What on Earth is going on?

02:56:15.720 --> 02:56:19.780
Wanting to be sure he isn’t just going crazy,
he leaves the cube one more time and checks

02:56:19.780 --> 02:56:21.190
the back walls.

02:56:21.190 --> 02:56:23.600
He runs his hand across them, smooth plastic.

02:56:23.600 --> 02:56:24.600
No seams.

02:56:24.600 --> 02:56:25.600
No tricks.

02:56:25.600 --> 02:56:26.600
Nothing hidden.

02:56:26.600 --> 02:56:28.850
There is no explanation for what’s going
on in there.

02:56:28.850 --> 02:56:33.260
He’s discovered something truly remarkable:
An exception to the laws of physics as we

02:56:33.260 --> 02:56:34.260
know them.

02:56:34.260 --> 02:56:36.310
An anomaly in space.

02:56:36.310 --> 02:56:40.520
The sensible thing to do would have been to
leave that second, find somewhere with cell

02:56:40.520 --> 02:56:42.820
service, and call other people to come check
it out.

02:56:42.820 --> 02:56:46.420
If that had been the case, then things would
have ended very differently for this young

02:56:46.420 --> 02:56:47.479
man.

02:56:47.479 --> 02:56:50.500
Instead, he decides to play pioneer.

02:56:50.500 --> 02:56:54.060
If there are other doors beyond the one into
the impossible room, where do they lead?

02:56:54.060 --> 02:56:58.010
Are there even more incredible secrets just
waiting for him to find them?

02:56:58.010 --> 02:57:02.260
He doesn’t want to just be the person who
dialed in about the initial discovery, while

02:57:02.260 --> 02:57:04.779
other people took over and did the exciting
parts.

02:57:04.779 --> 02:57:09.279
Chances are, if he calls in about this, some
shady government group will come and take

02:57:09.279 --> 02:57:10.670
the issue off his hands.

02:57:10.670 --> 02:57:12.240
He’ll never know the true secret.

02:57:12.240 --> 02:57:14.060
It’ll nag at him for the rest of his life.

02:57:14.060 --> 02:57:17.010
And he can’t have that, can he?

02:57:17.010 --> 02:57:20.410
Guided again by the light of his phone, he
enters the cube.

02:57:20.410 --> 02:57:24.590
After checking that the door on the right
leads to exactly the same new room, he opens

02:57:24.590 --> 02:57:29.770
the left door once more and proceeds through,
letting it close behind him.

02:57:29.770 --> 02:57:31.020
He looks around the room.

02:57:31.020 --> 02:57:34.140
It’s absolutely identical, down to the smallest
detail.

02:57:34.140 --> 02:57:36.739
Not a crack or smudge out of place.

02:57:36.739 --> 02:57:42.311
He approaches the doors and looks beyond them:
Exactly as he’s predicted - and, on some

02:57:42.311 --> 02:57:46.160
level, hoped - there are more identical rooms
on the other side.

02:57:46.160 --> 02:57:49.641
There’s breaking the laws of physics, and
then there’s dropping a nuclear bomb on

02:57:49.641 --> 02:57:50.689
them.

02:57:50.689 --> 02:57:52.460
It all begins to go to his head.

02:57:52.460 --> 02:57:56.660
As he passes through each door, the only thing
that seems to alter is the placement of the

02:57:56.660 --> 02:57:57.880
doors on the walls.

02:57:57.880 --> 02:58:02.310
It seems a little disorienting at first, like
the room is being spun around from below,

02:58:02.310 --> 02:58:03.851
but he soon gets used to it.

02:58:03.851 --> 02:58:08.779
It’s strange - Going into a series of identical
rooms doesn’t scream “exciting” in the

02:58:08.779 --> 02:58:13.601
abstract, but when you know those rooms are
impossible, it adds a certain layer of intrigue

02:58:13.601 --> 02:58:15.190
to the proceedings.

02:58:15.190 --> 02:58:18.270
Eventually, he comes upon something strange.

02:58:18.270 --> 02:58:22.050
After so long essentially seeing the same
room repeated at him, he’s primed to notice

02:58:22.050 --> 02:58:23.960
even the smallest difference.

02:58:23.960 --> 02:58:28.560
As he scans the floor with the light of his
phone, he notices a boot print on the ground.

02:58:28.560 --> 02:58:33.180
It looks a couple sizes bigger than his own,
with a completely different tread pattern.

02:58:33.180 --> 02:58:37.410
The thought dawns on him with a difficult
mix of emotions: He isn’t the only one who’s

02:58:37.410 --> 02:58:38.550
been in here.

02:58:38.550 --> 02:58:40.880
And maybe, he’s not even alone in here.

02:58:40.880 --> 02:58:45.110
He’s never been the suspicious type - He
likes to see the good in everyone, and assume

02:58:45.110 --> 02:58:46.870
a basic level of human decency.

02:58:46.870 --> 02:58:51.420
But something about the knowledge that another
person could be in here filled in with torrents

02:58:51.420 --> 02:58:52.450
of icy dread.

02:58:52.450 --> 02:58:56.649
It’s a dread so great that it even overrides
his curiosity.

02:58:56.649 --> 02:59:01.319
He knows, on some animal level, that he needs
to leave right now or something terrible is

02:59:01.319 --> 02:59:02.890
going to happen to him.

02:59:02.890 --> 02:59:07.800
He turns and it suddenly dawns on him: He
doesn’t remember which of the three doors

02:59:07.800 --> 02:59:09.300
in the room he entered through.

02:59:09.300 --> 02:59:13.840
In fact, he sped through so many rooms to
get here, he can’t remember which door he

02:59:13.840 --> 02:59:15.600
came through in any of them.

02:59:15.600 --> 02:59:19.170
The cold, thrumming pulse of dread soon heats
up into panic.

02:59:19.170 --> 02:59:21.260
He tries to regulate his breathing.

02:59:21.260 --> 02:59:24.280
He needs to approach this situation logically.

02:59:24.280 --> 02:59:29.010
But how do you apply logic to a situation
that’s completely beyond it?

02:59:29.010 --> 02:59:33.640
He picks a door after an intense session of
Eenie Meanie Minie Mo, and commits, heading

02:59:33.640 --> 02:59:39.210
through it into an identical room, and then
another, and then another, and then another.

02:59:39.210 --> 02:59:43.450
He checks his phone - his only light source
- and feels another spike of panic when he

02:59:43.450 --> 02:59:46.580
realizes just how low the batteries are.

02:59:46.580 --> 02:59:49.510
Who would have known how quickly the flash
light eats up charge?

02:59:49.510 --> 02:59:51.680
But without it, it’s total darkness.

02:59:51.680 --> 02:59:53.870
He’ll have no way out.

02:59:53.870 --> 02:59:58.560
He needs to get out before his battery runs
out, or he’ll never get out at all.

02:59:58.560 --> 03:00:01.910
Faster and faster, he passes through doors
at random on the confidence that anyone who

03:00:01.910 --> 03:00:04.080
walks long enough will end up somewhere.

03:00:04.080 --> 03:00:05.530
He’s looking for changes.

03:00:05.530 --> 03:00:06.530
Landmarks.

03:00:06.530 --> 03:00:07.530
Any signs of salvation.

03:00:07.530 --> 03:00:12.000
He finds, to his immense relief, that some
doors have little red dots marked next to

03:00:12.000 --> 03:00:13.740
them on the wall in permanent marker.

03:00:13.740 --> 03:00:16.890
Whoever was here before might save him now.

03:00:16.890 --> 03:00:22.080
That relief has some cold water thrown on
it by another scrawling a few rooms down.

03:00:22.080 --> 03:00:27.670
Someone had messily written, “THIS IS HELL”
on the wall in red, except this time, it wasn't

03:00:27.670 --> 03:00:29.800
a pen that left the markings.

03:00:29.800 --> 03:00:33.670
At the bottom of the wall, he can see a few
bloody fingernail chunks sitting in a dry

03:00:33.670 --> 03:00:34.670
brown puddle.

03:00:34.670 --> 03:00:36.811
Had they gotten out, whoever they are?

03:00:36.811 --> 03:00:40.420
Or is their skeleton festering in one of these
rooms?

03:00:40.420 --> 03:00:43.090
At this point, the young man is mortally terrified.

03:00:43.090 --> 03:00:47.189
Never before has death seemed like such a
tangible presence - and not a quick death,

03:00:47.189 --> 03:00:51.870
but starvation and dehydration, two of the
most terrible ways to go of all.

03:00:51.870 --> 03:00:54.359
He can feel hot tears running down his cheeks.

03:00:54.359 --> 03:00:58.000
He picks himself up, trying to choke out the
sobs before they can wrack his body.

03:00:58.000 --> 03:01:00.040
He needs to keep moving.

03:01:00.040 --> 03:01:04.580
Next room, next room, next room, next room,
next room.

03:01:04.580 --> 03:01:07.080
With each one, hope shrinks and despair grows.

03:01:07.080 --> 03:01:08.420
There’s no light.

03:01:08.420 --> 03:01:09.500
No progress.

03:01:09.500 --> 03:01:12.380
Just the same thing, over and over again.

03:01:12.380 --> 03:01:16.830
It’s so relentless that, at some point,
he needs to stop and catch his breath.

03:01:16.830 --> 03:01:18.050
He’s breathing raggedly.

03:01:18.050 --> 03:01:19.050
His lungs burn.

03:01:19.050 --> 03:01:21.420
He’s been getting nowhere at impressive
speeds.

03:01:21.420 --> 03:01:25.670
It’s only when he manages to slow his heart
rate and quiet his breathing that he notices

03:01:25.670 --> 03:01:28.330
he’s not the only one in the room.

03:01:28.330 --> 03:01:31.340
Their breathing is even more strained and
wheezy than his.

03:01:31.340 --> 03:01:36.920
He turns slowly, almost paralyzed by fear,
and turns the waning light of his phone into

03:01:36.920 --> 03:01:38.630
the corner of the room.

03:01:38.630 --> 03:01:41.260
There’s a figure standing in the corner
of the room.

03:01:41.260 --> 03:01:45.250
It’s a person, but not the kind of person
you ever want to run into.

03:01:45.250 --> 03:01:48.520
They’re filthy and gaunt, with deep-set,
wild eyes.

03:01:48.520 --> 03:01:53.230
Their mangled fingertips - nails broken off
- are crusted over in red.

03:01:53.230 --> 03:01:57.290
Their teeth which appear long thanks to recessed
gums chatter against each other.

03:01:57.290 --> 03:02:02.370
“I didn’t ever think you’d find me,”
they say, voice a rattling whimper.

03:02:02.370 --> 03:02:05.100
“Have you come to help me out?”

03:02:05.100 --> 03:02:06.760
The young man doesn’t know what to say.

03:02:06.760 --> 03:02:11.050
He’s wrapped in a mix of pity and terror
for the pitiful human being before him.

03:02:11.050 --> 03:02:12.630
How long had they been in here?

03:02:12.630 --> 03:02:14.899
Just sitting in the dark, alone?

03:02:14.899 --> 03:02:16.300
The thought sickens him.

03:02:16.300 --> 03:02:19.439
“I’m sorry,” the young man says without
thinking.

03:02:19.439 --> 03:02:21.130
“I’m lost too.”

03:02:21.130 --> 03:02:23.310
The stranger heaves a dry sob.

03:02:23.310 --> 03:02:27.040
“No, I’m sorry,” the stranger says.

03:02:27.040 --> 03:02:29.250
“I’m just so hungry.”

03:02:29.250 --> 03:02:33.581
Before the young man can say another word,
the stranger is on him.

03:02:33.581 --> 03:02:36.120
They’ve got the strength of desperate insanity.

03:02:36.120 --> 03:02:39.670
Their bony, bloodstained hands clasp around
the man’s neck.

03:02:39.670 --> 03:02:43.580
The attack is so sudden, so shocking, so brutal.

03:02:43.580 --> 03:02:45.140
He screams and drops his phone.

03:02:45.140 --> 03:02:47.229
It tumbles to the ground and shatters.

03:02:47.229 --> 03:02:50.870
The horrors that happen next all transpire
in the dark.

03:02:50.870 --> 03:02:56.450
The young man screams, but nobody with any
interest in helping can hear him.

03:02:56.450 --> 03:03:00.359
Being trapped will do strange things to a
person, but you don’t need to tell anyone

03:03:00.359 --> 03:03:02.880
trapped in SCP-167 that.

03:03:02.880 --> 03:03:07.590
Also known as the Infinite Labyrinth, this
anomaly is an absolute nightmare for anyone

03:03:07.590 --> 03:03:11.340
suffering from Claustrophobia - the fear of
enclosed spaces.

03:03:11.340 --> 03:03:15.450
Which is not to say it shouldn’t also be
terrifying to pretty much everybody else.

03:03:15.450 --> 03:03:19.290
The anomaly doesn’t look like much to the
casual observer - perhaps a work of avant

03:03:19.290 --> 03:03:22.590
garde art, or a particularly unwelcoming public
bathroom.

03:03:22.590 --> 03:03:27.420
It’s a cube measuring ten meters around
its edges, made from a shiny, white, plastic

03:03:27.420 --> 03:03:30.700
polymer, with a large metal door affixed to
the front.

03:03:30.700 --> 03:03:35.229
At face value, it seems to exhibit no anomalous
spatial qualities, with the inner chamber

03:03:35.229 --> 03:03:38.220
having consistent internal dimensions with
the outside.

03:03:38.220 --> 03:03:43.500
Two of the three remaining walls in the chamber
display a pair of identical metal doors.

03:03:43.500 --> 03:03:47.550
Despite logically leading back outside of
the cube, both of these doors instead open

03:03:47.550 --> 03:03:51.800
up to identical rooms, each of which also
have two doors.

03:03:51.800 --> 03:03:55.960
This goes on, to the best of our knowledge,
in perpetuity.

03:03:55.960 --> 03:04:00.000
Studies indicate that this anomaly has been
explored extensively by people in the past,

03:04:00.000 --> 03:04:03.860
due to a high number of markings and unusual
items from a number of time periods being

03:04:03.860 --> 03:04:11.470
left inside - religious idols, circa 500 BCE;
several treasure chests, circa 1500 CE, and

03:04:11.470 --> 03:04:13.170
even several SCPs.

03:04:13.170 --> 03:04:17.130
The specifics of which I am, sadly, not at
liberty to share here.

03:04:17.130 --> 03:04:21.609
The complexity of the labyrinth isn’t the
only thing creating a risk of being lost within.

03:04:21.609 --> 03:04:25.120
All signs point to the anomaly having Non-Euclidean
Geometry.

03:04:25.120 --> 03:04:29.750
Multiple researchers sent into SCP-167 - each
attached to the opening with a lifeline to

03:04:29.750 --> 03:04:33.840
prevent them getting lost - found that their
experience getting to the same point involved

03:04:33.840 --> 03:04:37.130
passing through a number of vastly different
rooms.

03:04:37.130 --> 03:04:40.760
It is currently unknown what causes these
spatial distortions.

03:04:40.760 --> 03:04:45.870
Foundation researchers are extremely curious
about potential connections to SCP-184, an

03:04:45.870 --> 03:04:50.330
object also known as The Architect - which
causes notable spatial distortions inside

03:04:50.330 --> 03:04:53.000
any building wherein it is placed.

03:04:53.000 --> 03:04:57.550
Cross-tests between the two anomalies are
currently pending approval from the O5 Council.

03:04:57.550 --> 03:05:03.090
Because the anomaly appears largely benign,
one researcher even pitched using 167 as temporary

03:05:03.090 --> 03:05:05.880
storage space for low-risk anomalies.

03:05:05.880 --> 03:05:10.970
However, just because an anomaly is typically
benign doesn’t mean terrible accidents can’t

03:05:10.970 --> 03:05:13.780
happen when the proper safety precautions
aren’t followed.

03:05:13.780 --> 03:05:18.569
The following note on the file from lead researcher
Dr. Klein illustrates one notable incident

03:05:18.569 --> 03:05:21.660
of a tragedy as a result of lax safety procedures.

03:05:21.660 --> 03:05:26.700
“As most of you are aware, an SCP Foundation
Senior Researcher was videotaped entering

03:05:26.700 --> 03:05:32.500
SCP-167 several days ago without the requisite
ball of twine, and he has not yet returned.

03:05:32.500 --> 03:05:36.490
His ultimate fate is unknown, but the search
teams have turned up nothing.

03:05:36.490 --> 03:05:41.270
Let this be a reminder to all of you just
how easy it could be to get lost in there

03:05:41.270 --> 03:05:43.930
if you don’t utilize some method of marking
your path.

03:05:43.930 --> 03:05:48.370
If I find that any other researcher has disobeyed
the safety regulations and entered without

03:05:48.370 --> 03:05:52.800
a ball of twine, no matter how far deep they
intend to go, they will find themselves being

03:05:52.800 --> 03:05:57.500
transferred to another facility for researching
Keter-class SCPs, where they should have ample

03:05:57.500 --> 03:06:01.189
motivation to learn to follow safety regulations
quite quickly.

03:06:01.189 --> 03:06:03.630
—Signed, Dr. Klein.”

03:06:03.630 --> 03:06:08.830
Because of its lack of sentience and static
nature, SCP-167 has been given the Safe Object

03:06:08.830 --> 03:06:09.830
Class.

03:06:09.830 --> 03:06:14.540
It has been removed from the forest and is
kept in a padlocked room within Research Command-06,

03:06:14.540 --> 03:06:18.680
and anyone who seeks to conduct explorations
into the interior of the anomaly must obtain

03:06:18.680 --> 03:06:23.090
permission from a relevant member of personnel
with clearance level 3 or above.

03:06:23.090 --> 03:06:26.970
And remember, no matter where you’re going,
whether that be into the local forest or an

03:06:26.970 --> 03:06:31.680
anomalous cube, you’re heading for disaster
if you haven’t planned how you’re getting

03:06:31.680 --> 03:06:33.470
back.

03:06:33.470 --> 03:06:34.880
Kids get bored.

03:06:34.880 --> 03:06:36.730
It’s just part of growing up.

03:06:36.730 --> 03:06:40.600
Or at least, that’s what their parents would
always say.

03:06:40.600 --> 03:06:45.380
Living in a small town in England, you run
out of things to do by your fifth birthday.

03:06:45.380 --> 03:06:48.420
By your tenth, you want nothing more than
to move out.

03:06:48.420 --> 03:06:53.220
By your fifteenth, half the kids end up in
hospital doing something stupid.

03:06:53.220 --> 03:06:56.770
The Kid entering the churchyard tonight is
no exception.

03:06:56.770 --> 03:07:00.500
As he ducks under the gap in the chainlink
fence, he catches the corner of his cast on

03:07:00.500 --> 03:07:01.500
the metal.

03:07:01.500 --> 03:07:05.800
The cast is already so covered in nicks and
scratches that the new tear barely makes a

03:07:05.800 --> 03:07:06.800
difference.

03:07:06.800 --> 03:07:10.439
He has been trying to cut the cast off with
kitchen scissors for the last three weeks.

03:07:10.439 --> 03:07:13.680
He’d broken his wrist riding his bike off
the roof of his house.

03:07:13.680 --> 03:07:18.590
It would have worked if it wasn’t for the
postbox being a little too close to the building.

03:07:18.590 --> 03:07:20.510
His brother calls out to him from up ahead.

03:07:20.510 --> 03:07:22.780
He’s already at the door to the church.

03:07:22.780 --> 03:07:26.070
The Kid hears his best friend shuffling around
nervously behind him.

03:07:26.070 --> 03:07:30.130
He waits for her turn to duck under the fence
and follow him into the churchyard, away from

03:07:30.130 --> 03:07:31.630
the road.

03:07:31.630 --> 03:07:36.180
Even in the middle of nowhere in total darkness,
the Kid can tell she’s scared to break the

03:07:36.180 --> 03:07:37.180
rules.

03:07:37.180 --> 03:07:40.950
The pair of them rush over to meet the Kid’s
brother at the entrance to the church.

03:07:40.950 --> 03:07:43.050
The older brother grins at both of them.

03:07:43.050 --> 03:07:46.870
At 21 years old, he may as well be 41.

03:07:46.870 --> 03:07:51.390
Towering over the two of them, with a few
scraggly chin hairs and a tattoo on his neck,

03:07:51.390 --> 03:07:53.930
they can’t imagine what his life must be
like.

03:07:53.930 --> 03:07:58.720
Going to university in London, driving a car,
getting tattoos, drinking alcohol that costs

03:07:58.720 --> 03:08:01.750
more than £10 and doesn’t come from the
corner store.

03:08:01.750 --> 03:08:03.100
What a life!

03:08:03.100 --> 03:08:04.380
There isn’t a door to kick open.

03:08:04.380 --> 03:08:07.260
The church building is in total disrepair.

03:08:07.260 --> 03:08:10.000
Only the limestone structure is left standing.

03:08:10.000 --> 03:08:14.439
The windows have all been smashed in long
ago, and the pews rotted away, leaving only

03:08:14.439 --> 03:08:18.351
some moss, creeping its tendrils into every
nook and cranny.

03:08:18.351 --> 03:08:22.240
As the three of them make their way inside
they look up to see the starry night sky above

03:08:22.240 --> 03:08:24.770
their heads, no roof left intact.

03:08:24.770 --> 03:08:29.040
In fact, the only part of the building that
seems to still be half-standing is the tower

03:08:29.040 --> 03:08:30.600
at the far end.

03:08:30.600 --> 03:08:35.500
Even in the dark, they can still make out
a tight spiral staircase, hewn into the stone,

03:08:35.500 --> 03:08:38.141
disappearing up into the collapsing tower.

03:08:38.141 --> 03:08:39.141
The Kid grins.

03:08:39.141 --> 03:08:41.150
What to explore first?

03:08:41.150 --> 03:08:44.810
They all split up, wandering around different
parts of the church hall.

03:08:44.810 --> 03:08:47.780
The Kid makes a beeline for a toppled-in patch
of wall.

03:08:47.780 --> 03:08:52.529
He clambers up onto a window ledge and hoists
himself up onto the wall, looking down at

03:08:52.529 --> 03:08:53.630
the other two.

03:08:53.630 --> 03:08:57.390
A stone gives way under his foot and almost
sends him tumbling, but he throws out his

03:08:57.390 --> 03:09:00.760
broken wrist just in time to balance himself.

03:09:00.760 --> 03:09:03.811
Across the hall, his best friend is checking
her flip phone anxiously.

03:09:03.811 --> 03:09:07.970
She’d said earlier in the evening that she
needed to be back before 1 AM or her parents

03:09:07.970 --> 03:09:08.970
would be worried.

03:09:08.970 --> 03:09:11.319
It is already 12:45.

03:09:11.319 --> 03:09:13.590
The Kid’s older brother calls out across
the church.

03:09:13.590 --> 03:09:15.401
‘I need the toilet.

03:09:15.401 --> 03:09:17.819
I’m gonna climb straight to the top of the
tower and do it off the edge.

03:09:17.819 --> 03:09:19.500
Watch out for rain!’

03:09:19.500 --> 03:09:24.680
And with that, he disappears through the little
doorway and up the spiral staircases.

03:09:24.680 --> 03:09:29.939
Very quickly the sound of his footsteps disappears,
leaving the Kid and his friend alone together.

03:09:29.939 --> 03:09:32.570
The Kid looks over his shoulder out of the
church building.

03:09:32.570 --> 03:09:36.490
From up on this patch of wall, he is almost
at the perfect height to pick an apple from

03:09:36.490 --> 03:09:37.490
the tree next to them.

03:09:37.490 --> 03:09:40.390
If he can just stretch out far enough…

03:09:40.390 --> 03:09:41.390
There!

03:09:41.390 --> 03:09:42.840
He plucks two apples.

03:09:42.840 --> 03:09:45.140
One for him and one for his friend.

03:09:45.140 --> 03:09:48.010
He tosses it to her but she misses the catch.

03:09:48.010 --> 03:09:51.160
Looking up at him, he can tell she already
wants to go home.

03:09:51.160 --> 03:09:53.310
He grumbles and jumps down from the wall.

03:09:53.310 --> 03:09:57.210
The landing jars his leg pretty badly but
he clenches his teeth hard enough that no

03:09:57.210 --> 03:09:59.210
noise escapes his mouth.

03:09:59.210 --> 03:10:00.840
He grins at his best friend.

03:10:00.840 --> 03:10:02.180
She doesn’t return it.

03:10:02.180 --> 03:10:03.180
It’s late.

03:10:03.180 --> 03:10:04.540
She needs to get home soon.

03:10:04.540 --> 03:10:07.450
And the only way they can get home is in his
big brother’s car.

03:10:07.450 --> 03:10:08.450
‘Fine.

03:10:08.450 --> 03:10:10.290
I guess it’s probably home time.’

03:10:10.290 --> 03:10:12.550
She gives him her best attempt at a smile.

03:10:12.550 --> 03:10:16.890
The Kid walks over to the stairs, sticks his
head through the doorway, and calls out.

03:10:16.890 --> 03:10:17.890
No response.

03:10:17.890 --> 03:10:18.890
Great.

03:10:18.890 --> 03:10:20.620
How high do these stairs go?

03:10:20.620 --> 03:10:23.150
They can’t be more than a couple of stories
surely?

03:10:23.150 --> 03:10:24.880
He calls again.

03:10:24.880 --> 03:10:25.890
Still nothing.

03:10:25.890 --> 03:10:27.729
His best friend appears at his shoulder.

03:10:27.729 --> 03:10:29.069
They both peer up the staircase.

03:10:29.069 --> 03:10:33.540
It is such a tight spiral that they can’t
really see anything beyond the first 10 steps.

03:10:33.540 --> 03:10:37.460
It’s dark in there, almost too dark to see
where they’re going.

03:10:37.460 --> 03:10:39.840
He gets out his flashlight and flicks it on.

03:10:39.840 --> 03:10:42.120
That should be enough light for the both of
them.

03:10:42.120 --> 03:10:45.210
The kid plants his foot on the first step
and starts climbing.

03:10:45.210 --> 03:10:46.790
The steps feel well worn.

03:10:46.790 --> 03:10:50.200
They’re smooth in the middle and dip down
slightly from years of use.

03:10:50.200 --> 03:10:53.900
One step, two steps, three, four, five.

03:10:53.900 --> 03:10:55.720
His flashlight dies.

03:10:55.720 --> 03:10:59.710
He shakes it, knocking the back of it a couple
of times like they do in the movies.

03:10:59.710 --> 03:11:00.710
Nothing.

03:11:00.710 --> 03:11:01.710
Not even a flicker.

03:11:01.710 --> 03:11:03.740
He asks his friend if she has a flashlight.

03:11:03.740 --> 03:11:04.740
She doesn’t.

03:11:04.740 --> 03:11:07.390
So the two of them climb in the dark.

03:11:07.390 --> 03:11:10.069
Very quickly the stairs change shape.

03:11:10.069 --> 03:11:11.580
Or maybe that’s the wrong word.

03:11:11.580 --> 03:11:14.350
They aren’t changing shape, they’re just
shrinking.

03:11:14.350 --> 03:11:17.021
It’s subtle but definitely happening.

03:11:17.021 --> 03:11:20.660
The gaps between them are getting smaller,
and the undersides of the stairs above are

03:11:20.660 --> 03:11:23.069
bearing down on the Kid’s head slightly.

03:11:23.069 --> 03:11:25.310
The Kid stops and turns to his best friend.

03:11:25.310 --> 03:11:27.210
He can hardly see her at all in the dark.

03:11:27.210 --> 03:11:31.290
She’s just a slightly darker shadow standing
a couple of steps down from him.

03:11:31.290 --> 03:11:33.660
He asks if the steps are getting smaller.

03:11:33.660 --> 03:11:35.250
She tells him not that she can tell.

03:11:35.250 --> 03:11:37.180
He insists they must be.

03:11:37.180 --> 03:11:39.550
The stairs above their heads are getting lower
and lower.

03:11:39.550 --> 03:11:41.880
The space is closing in on them slightly.

03:11:41.880 --> 03:11:44.690
She says she has no idea what he’s talking
about.

03:11:44.690 --> 03:11:47.770
Tutting at her, he takes a couple more steps
up the staircase.

03:11:47.770 --> 03:11:50.010
The cast on his arm tightens.

03:11:50.010 --> 03:11:51.070
That’s strange.

03:11:51.070 --> 03:11:54.630
He keeps going and all of a sudden, it feels
like a vice.

03:11:54.630 --> 03:11:57.250
The blood flow is cut off almost instantaneously.

03:11:57.250 --> 03:12:01.710
His fingers feel cold and start to tingle,
his forearm swelling and bulging around the

03:12:01.710 --> 03:12:03.391
edge of the cast.

03:12:03.391 --> 03:12:07.200
The pressure building up inside it is ridiculous,
feels almost as if…

03:12:07.200 --> 03:12:09.970
The cast splits apart and falls off.

03:12:09.970 --> 03:12:11.590
Blood rushes back to his fingertips.

03:12:11.590 --> 03:12:14.760
He flexes them gratefully, turning to his
best friend.

03:12:14.760 --> 03:12:17.900
Even in the darkness, he can tell she’s
peering at him intently.

03:12:17.900 --> 03:12:21.080
He runs a hand over his arm, massaging it
gently.

03:12:21.080 --> 03:12:25.830
That’s strange, his arm feels different
from how it did before it went into the cast.

03:12:25.830 --> 03:12:31.101
There’s more hair on it now and the muscle
running along his forearm feels more pronounced.

03:12:31.101 --> 03:12:32.311
He flexes his wrist.

03:12:32.311 --> 03:12:34.220
No pain, no stiffness, nothing.

03:12:34.220 --> 03:12:37.740
He isn’t due to get his cast off for another
month at least.

03:12:37.740 --> 03:12:40.300
Those doctors clearly don’t know what they’re
talking about.

03:12:40.300 --> 03:12:42.000
‘Are you standing on your tiptoes?’

03:12:42.000 --> 03:12:43.720
his friend asks from behind him.

03:12:43.720 --> 03:12:47.399
He looks down at her shadow confused and tells
her no he isn’t.

03:12:47.399 --> 03:12:49.479
The Kid apparently looks taller.

03:12:49.479 --> 03:12:50.910
Must just be uneven stairs.

03:12:50.910 --> 03:12:52.610
Or a trick of the light.

03:12:52.610 --> 03:12:56.280
Come to think of it though his best friend
does look a little different standing there

03:12:56.280 --> 03:12:58.740
below him, even just from her silhouette.

03:12:58.740 --> 03:13:01.680
She isn’t any taller but her figure looks
different.

03:13:01.680 --> 03:13:03.300
Her voice sounds a little lower.

03:13:03.300 --> 03:13:04.300
His brother.

03:13:04.300 --> 03:13:05.300
That’s who they’re after.

03:13:05.300 --> 03:13:08.520
They’d get to the top of the stairs, find
him and see what was going on.

03:13:08.520 --> 03:13:12.340
Must just be some strange optical illusions
happening here in the dark.

03:13:12.340 --> 03:13:15.160
The two of them press on, continuing up the
stairs.

03:13:15.160 --> 03:13:19.310
Step after step they go, they must be up on
the second floor by now, surely.

03:13:19.310 --> 03:13:22.470
But there’s no light ahead of them indicating
any kind of exit.

03:13:22.470 --> 03:13:23.830
Just more stairs.

03:13:23.830 --> 03:13:26.160
The Kid asks his friend what time it is.

03:13:26.160 --> 03:13:30.310
He hears her flipping open her phone and pressing
a couple of buttons, but no light fills the

03:13:30.310 --> 03:13:31.310
space.

03:13:31.310 --> 03:13:33.580
She presses them again and again.

03:13:33.580 --> 03:13:34.640
Nothing.

03:13:34.640 --> 03:13:35.939
Her battery must have died.

03:13:35.939 --> 03:13:37.830
That’s the only explanation.

03:13:37.830 --> 03:13:41.479
She tries to tell him that it was almost on
full a minute ago but he doesn’t really

03:13:41.479 --> 03:13:42.479
listen.

03:13:42.479 --> 03:13:46.730
Because at that moment, he sticks a hand in
his pocket to take out the apple he’d plucked.

03:13:46.730 --> 03:13:48.359
Warm goop sticks to his fingers.

03:13:48.359 --> 03:13:52.940
His back pocket is full of sticky mush. Little
creatures wriggle around inside it.

03:13:52.940 --> 03:13:53.940
Maggots.

03:13:53.940 --> 03:13:55.819
How had he plucked a rotten apple?

03:13:55.819 --> 03:13:58.060
It felt fine on the branch.

03:13:58.060 --> 03:14:01.810
He takes another step, hand still absently
hovering over his pocket.

03:14:01.810 --> 03:14:02.890
A buzzing sound.

03:14:02.890 --> 03:14:05.500
A couple of flies brush past his fingers.

03:14:05.500 --> 03:14:07.270
What had they been doing in his pocket?

03:14:07.270 --> 03:14:12.090
He hears them drift around him and up the
staircase, until suddenly their buzzing stops.

03:14:12.090 --> 03:14:14.739
He crouches down and squints hard in the dark.

03:14:14.739 --> 03:14:19.060
He can just about make out two little flies
lying on the stair just two steps away from

03:14:19.060 --> 03:14:20.060
him.

03:14:20.060 --> 03:14:22.239
Both on their backs, legs curled.

03:14:22.239 --> 03:14:24.920
The Kid reaches back into his pocket and feels
around.

03:14:24.920 --> 03:14:27.130
The sticky mush is gone.

03:14:27.130 --> 03:14:30.190
Just some kind of dry dusty substance is left.

03:14:30.190 --> 03:14:32.560
Strangely, the Kid doesn’t panic.

03:14:32.560 --> 03:14:35.760
He knows somewhere in his head that everything
happening to him is very peculiar.

03:14:35.760 --> 03:14:38.140
Yet he doesn’t feel worried about it at
all.

03:14:38.140 --> 03:14:43.520
To be honest, all he really cares about right
now is making it to the top of this staircase.

03:14:43.520 --> 03:14:47.760
He takes off, running two steps at a time
up towards where his brother must be waiting.

03:14:47.760 --> 03:14:52.020
Part of his mind notices that the jarring
feeling in his leg from jumping off the wall

03:14:52.020 --> 03:14:53.020
is gone.

03:14:53.020 --> 03:14:54.590
No time to think about that now.

03:14:54.590 --> 03:14:58.290
Up he runs, each stride throwing him further
and further.

03:14:58.290 --> 03:15:02.150
Somewhere behind him, he can hear his best
friend muttering something to herself.

03:15:02.150 --> 03:15:03.540
Something incoherent and garbled.

03:15:03.540 --> 03:15:06.120
Her voice definitely sounds different now.

03:15:06.120 --> 03:15:11.210
It barely sounds like her anymore, she sounds
more like… more like her mother.

03:15:11.210 --> 03:15:13.710
The Kid catches his foot on a step and falls.

03:15:13.710 --> 03:15:16.950
His best friend clatters into the back of
him before she has a chance to stop.

03:15:16.950 --> 03:15:20.170
The two of them topple over, landing awkwardly
on a step.

03:15:20.170 --> 03:15:21.780
Enough to knock the wind out of him.

03:15:21.780 --> 03:15:24.779
She lies on top of him… only it can’t
be her.

03:15:24.779 --> 03:15:28.220
It feels like a fully grown woman, not his
15-year-old friend.

03:15:28.220 --> 03:15:29.300
She whispers to him.

03:15:29.300 --> 03:15:31.520
Her voice doesn’t sound scared at all though.

03:15:31.520 --> 03:15:33.500
If anything she seems a little disinterested.

03:15:33.500 --> 03:15:36.390
‘What is happening to us?’

03:15:36.390 --> 03:15:39.890
The Kid breathes heavily, struggling to get
the air back into his lungs.

03:15:39.890 --> 03:15:42.530
That’s when he notices the smell.

03:15:42.530 --> 03:15:45.630
Something deathly rotten is filling the staircase.

03:15:45.630 --> 03:15:47.510
Something moldy and decaying.

03:15:47.510 --> 03:15:49.090
She seems to notice it too.

03:15:49.090 --> 03:15:52.250
The pair of them stand up straight and peer
up the stairs.

03:15:52.250 --> 03:15:54.960
In the gloom, they can see it clearly enough.

03:15:54.960 --> 03:15:56.090
A person.

03:15:56.090 --> 03:15:57.290
Slumped on the ground.

03:15:57.290 --> 03:16:01.000
The smell tells them all they need to know
about this person.

03:16:01.000 --> 03:16:02.000
They should run.

03:16:02.000 --> 03:16:03.000
Right now.

03:16:03.000 --> 03:16:04.729
They should run back down the staircase and
out of here.

03:16:04.729 --> 03:16:09.560
Yet both of them inexplicably and in unison
continue walking up the stairs.

03:16:09.560 --> 03:16:11.310
Closing the gap on the corpse.

03:16:11.310 --> 03:16:15.870
It blocks off two whole steps, lying awkwardly
on its side, slightly hunched over as if the

03:16:15.870 --> 03:16:18.250
person had collapsed in a coughing fit.

03:16:18.250 --> 03:16:20.060
The Kid almost slips over.

03:16:20.060 --> 03:16:22.970
Something small is under his foot, something
metallic.

03:16:22.970 --> 03:16:27.000
He reaches down and picks it up, feeling its
shape and knowing almost immediately what

03:16:27.000 --> 03:16:28.000
it is.

03:16:28.000 --> 03:16:30.729
He lifts the lid and flicks the red and gold
lighter on.

03:16:30.729 --> 03:16:35.189
The little flame fills the staircase with
light, orange and weak, dancing around the

03:16:35.189 --> 03:16:36.359
stone.

03:16:36.359 --> 03:16:40.440
It is just enough to make out the flecks of
blood, coughed out of the corpse’s mouth

03:16:40.440 --> 03:16:42.040
and onto the stone steps.

03:16:42.040 --> 03:16:45.899
It is just enough to see the scruffy little
beard sprouting out of the corpse’s face.

03:16:45.899 --> 03:16:50.790
It is just enough to make out the tattoo on
the corpse’s neck.

03:16:50.790 --> 03:16:53.010
The Kid looks down at his older brother.

03:16:53.010 --> 03:16:56.270
Not just his older brother, but his older
brother.

03:16:56.270 --> 03:17:00.210
Whereas before he had seemed like he was 41,
he now looks like it.

03:17:00.210 --> 03:17:03.180
41 and dead from something in his lungs.

03:17:03.180 --> 03:17:04.859
The Kid turns to see his best friend.

03:17:04.859 --> 03:17:07.359
A woman in her mid-thirties looks back at
him.

03:17:07.359 --> 03:17:10.000
Her hair even has a couple of telltale grays.

03:17:10.000 --> 03:17:14.650
She should look afraid but her expression
is almost blank but there’s a little something

03:17:14.650 --> 03:17:15.650
there.

03:17:15.650 --> 03:17:18.750
Just enough of an expression to tell him that
she’s seeing the same transformation on

03:17:18.750 --> 03:17:20.729
his face looking back at her.

03:17:20.729 --> 03:17:22.500
The Kid reaches up to touch his cheek.

03:17:22.500 --> 03:17:25.061
A wiry beard meets his fingertips.

03:17:25.061 --> 03:17:26.460
They should run.

03:17:26.460 --> 03:17:28.830
They run back down these stairs and get out
of here.

03:17:28.830 --> 03:17:30.460
Call an ambulance and go home.

03:17:30.460 --> 03:17:35.390
And yet the Kid flicks the lighter closed,
turns around, and steps over his older brother’s

03:17:35.390 --> 03:17:36.390
body.

03:17:36.390 --> 03:17:41.649
As he walks up the stairs in silence, he hears
his best friend doing the same.

03:17:41.649 --> 03:17:44.530
After five more stairs, his knee starts to
give out.

03:17:44.530 --> 03:17:46.290
Then his hip soon after that.

03:17:46.290 --> 03:17:50.630
It gets harder and harder to stand up straight
so he lets himself stoop slightly.

03:17:50.630 --> 03:17:53.870
His best friend’s breathing grows softer
and wispier behind him.

03:17:53.870 --> 03:17:55.380
Their pace slows down.

03:17:55.380 --> 03:17:59.570
Each step seems to take more out of him, feeling
harder than the last.

03:17:59.570 --> 03:18:00.570
He needs a rest.

03:18:00.570 --> 03:18:01.850
That’s all he needs.

03:18:01.850 --> 03:18:03.939
If he can just sit down for a second…

03:18:03.939 --> 03:18:06.950
His chest clamps in on itself like a vice.

03:18:06.950 --> 03:18:08.350
Blood hammers in his ears.

03:18:08.350 --> 03:18:13.660
Sweat floods across his brow in an instant
and the whole world seems to tilt around him.

03:18:13.660 --> 03:18:17.830
The Kid collapses on the ground, feeling his
brittle wrist snapping under him.

03:18:17.830 --> 03:18:21.300
Pain shoots through his body as his chest
squeezes tighter and tighter.

03:18:21.300 --> 03:18:25.021
He rolls onto his back, gasping for air with
frail lungs.

03:18:25.021 --> 03:18:30.069
The Kid claws at his sunken rib cage, feeling
loose wrinkled skin under his fingertips.

03:18:30.069 --> 03:18:34.370
With a monumental effort, he flicks the lighter
on to see an old woman peering at him through

03:18:34.370 --> 03:18:35.370
the dark.

03:18:35.370 --> 03:18:39.810
He can hardly recognize his best friend anymore,
as she gently takes the lighter from his hand

03:18:39.810 --> 03:18:42.580
and steps over his convulsing body.

03:18:42.580 --> 03:18:46.100
He watches helplessly as she continues gingerly
up the stairs in silence.

03:18:46.100 --> 03:18:50.340
She doesn’t look back over her shoulder,
disappearing round the corner taking the light

03:18:50.340 --> 03:18:51.810
with her.

03:18:51.810 --> 03:18:55.170
Leaving the Kid to die an old man, in total
darkness.

03:18:55.170 --> 03:19:00.050
With one final gasp of air before his heart
gives out on him, he clings desperately to

03:19:00.050 --> 03:19:01.050
one hope.

03:19:01.050 --> 03:19:04.380
She’s going to make it to the top of the
stairs.

03:19:04.380 --> 03:19:05.430
She has to…

03:19:05.430 --> 03:19:11.149
It is fortunate in many ways that SCP-723
is in such a remote area.

03:19:11.149 --> 03:19:14.710
While the church has stood on that site for
hundreds of years, for much of that time it

03:19:14.710 --> 03:19:15.710
has been abandoned.

03:19:15.710 --> 03:19:20.010
Little is known about the history of the church,
as many of the events around it have descended

03:19:20.010 --> 03:19:22.110
into local folklore.

03:19:22.110 --> 03:19:27.250
What is known about SCP-723 is that it is
a spiral staircase housed within an abandoned

03:19:27.250 --> 03:19:30.570
church building in an undisclosed location
in rural England.

03:19:30.570 --> 03:19:34.520
To all intents and purposes, it is an unremarkable
set of stairs.

03:19:34.520 --> 03:19:38.939
Made from ordinary limestone from the local
quarry, the steps are approximately 0.75m

03:19:38.939 --> 03:19:43.380
wide and worn away in the middle, apparently
from frequent use.

03:19:43.380 --> 03:19:46.899
If you were to look at the outside of the
church you would see that the tower containing

03:19:46.899 --> 03:19:51.640
the staircase is not particularly tall and
is in a state of disrepair.

03:19:51.640 --> 03:19:56.399
Taking a look inside that tower, however,
seems to show the staircase extending up beyond

03:19:56.399 --> 03:19:57.989
the height of the tower.

03:19:57.989 --> 03:20:01.229
Something that seems on the surface to be
physically impossible.

03:20:01.229 --> 03:20:06.600
In fact, how high the staircase itself goes
is a mystery to this day as those studying

03:20:06.600 --> 03:20:12.100
SCP-723 are yet to find a way to see inside
it beyond the first two floors.

03:20:12.100 --> 03:20:18.340
This is because every object, living or otherwise,
that ascends up SCP-723 undergoes a rapid

03:20:18.340 --> 03:20:20.410
aging process.

03:20:20.410 --> 03:20:25.000
Organic creatures quickly grow older, die,
and decompose on their way up the steps.

03:20:25.000 --> 03:20:28.490
Other objects behave as if a great deal of
time has passed.

03:20:28.490 --> 03:20:31.290
Batteries in electronic devices go flat almost
immediately.

03:20:31.290 --> 03:20:36.960
Decay is accelerated too, meaning wear and
tear take place at an alarmingly fast rate.

03:20:36.960 --> 03:20:42.050
This renders any conventional methods of exploring
SCP-723 obsolete.

03:20:42.050 --> 03:20:45.970
Sound and video recording equipment running
on battery power quickly fail.

03:20:45.970 --> 03:20:50.170
After many attempts with different technology,
recording devices linked to a robust cable

03:20:50.170 --> 03:20:55.430
were created specially for trying to record
footage beyond the first story of SCP-723.

03:20:55.430 --> 03:20:59.790
However, the video recordings failed around
the second story and sound recordings failed

03:20:59.790 --> 03:21:01.670
around the fourth.

03:21:01.670 --> 03:21:06.450
Living subjects were required to transport
these devices up the staircase and so D-Class

03:21:06.450 --> 03:21:08.640
Personnel were tasked with the job.

03:21:08.640 --> 03:21:11.840
Across all documented experiments, none of
the subjects returned.

03:21:11.840 --> 03:21:17.040
In each case, a subtle change was noticed
in the subjects upon crossing the fifth step.

03:21:17.040 --> 03:21:22.060
One subject paused, another gasped slightly,
but beyond that, there was no physical or

03:21:22.060 --> 03:21:24.979
emotional discomfort for much of their ascent.

03:21:24.979 --> 03:21:29.470
Most were perfectly content to climb the stairs
once they’d passed that fifth step.

03:21:29.470 --> 03:21:33.439
In fact, as the D-Class Personnel climbed
up the stairs and underwent the accelerated

03:21:33.439 --> 03:21:37.359
aging process, none of them appeared to be
outwardly distressed for the most part.

03:21:37.359 --> 03:21:42.680
They all remained remarkably calm and almost
disinterested in the way their bodies transformed

03:21:42.680 --> 03:21:44.490
before their very eyes.

03:21:44.490 --> 03:21:48.649
Video footage showed the subjects’ skin
rapidly aging, undergoing conventional wrinkling

03:21:48.649 --> 03:21:50.220
and deterioration.

03:21:50.220 --> 03:21:54.830
Diseases appear to develop at an advanced
rate too, as one subject’s body - recovered

03:21:54.830 --> 03:21:58.630
by pulling them back down with the rope they
were attached to - contained tumors around

03:21:58.630 --> 03:22:02.890
the prostate and above the eye that were not
present prior to the experiment.

03:22:02.890 --> 03:22:06.130
This subject was later discovered to have
a family history of cancer.

03:22:06.130 --> 03:22:11.859
To all intents and purposes, it appears as
if SCP-723 simply accelerates the natural

03:22:11.859 --> 03:22:13.840
aging process of the subject’s body.

03:22:13.840 --> 03:22:18.420
Following the same DNA instructions and deterioration
that you would otherwise observe over the

03:22:18.420 --> 03:22:20.390
course of decades.

03:22:20.390 --> 03:22:25.130
D-723-7 was the subject to make it furthest
up the staircase before the connection was

03:22:25.130 --> 03:22:26.470
lost.

03:22:26.470 --> 03:22:30.020
Approaching the fourth floor, the signal grew
very weak but in the noise could be heard

03:22:30.020 --> 03:22:35.390
a handful of distressed murmurings including
possible references to a 'door' or 'the door',

03:22:35.390 --> 03:22:37.630
and to 'dark' and 'mark’.

03:22:37.630 --> 03:22:41.250
Beyond this point, there is no usable evidence.

03:22:41.250 --> 03:22:46.109
Local folklore in the area indicates that
SCP-723 has been producing the same effect

03:22:46.109 --> 03:22:47.250
for generations.

03:22:47.250 --> 03:22:51.490
Stories can be heard from local residents
about old church congregations who used to

03:22:51.490 --> 03:22:56.060
meet in the building and would mysteriously
lose grandparents, children, priests, and

03:22:56.060 --> 03:22:58.410
strays who would disappear up the staircase.

03:22:58.410 --> 03:23:02.689
It is theorized that this is why the church
building was left abandoned for so long.

03:23:02.689 --> 03:23:08.319
SCP-723 was only identified relatively recently
in the early 2000s after reports surfaced

03:23:08.319 --> 03:23:10.910
of local children going missing in its vicinity.

03:23:10.910 --> 03:23:14.700
In response, the area has been cordoned off,
designated as Site 288.

03:23:14.700 --> 03:23:19.830
A 3m chain link fence was erected around the
churchyard with signage warning any visitors

03:23:19.830 --> 03:23:21.210
to steer well clear.

03:23:21.210 --> 03:23:25.370
A further 2m restriction zone with magnetic
locks is scheduled to be constructed in the

03:23:25.370 --> 03:23:26.609
near future.

03:23:26.609 --> 03:23:30.990
Three guards are stationed around SCP-723
at all times of the day.

03:23:30.990 --> 03:23:35.529
None of them openly carry any weapons so as
not to arouse much attention from any passersby,

03:23:35.529 --> 03:23:39.560
presenting the site as a mostly uninteresting,
unsafe derelict building.

03:23:39.560 --> 03:23:43.800
The guards are not permitted to approach or
ascend the staircase and the same goes for

03:23:43.800 --> 03:23:45.890
any SCP Personnel.

03:23:45.890 --> 03:23:50.830
The only people permitted to enter SCP-723
are D-Class Personnel, specially approved

03:23:50.830 --> 03:23:54.160
by Foundation personnel with Level 4 clearance
or higher.

03:23:54.160 --> 03:23:59.641
While little is known about the cause of the
effect or how SCP-723 physically works, one

03:23:59.641 --> 03:24:01.569
thing is certain.

03:24:01.569 --> 03:24:05.420
No person who has started to walk up those
stairs has ever come back down again.

03:24:05.420 --> 03:24:11.520
The Trucker tumbles to the greasy floor of
the Diner, thrown out of his booth, only to

03:24:11.520 --> 03:24:14.080
come crashing down before he can regain his
footing.

03:24:14.080 --> 03:24:18.359
He’d be climbing back to his feet, ready
to square up to the Patron who has just hurled

03:24:18.359 --> 03:24:22.820
him, but staring up at them has made him freeze
on the spot.

03:24:22.820 --> 03:24:28.010
As he lies on the Diner floor, the Trucker’s
eyes lock onto the bizarre horror towering

03:24:28.010 --> 03:24:29.430
over him.

03:24:29.430 --> 03:24:34.750
It looks like a huge fleshy mess, more akin
to a chewed-up wad of gum than a living being.

03:24:34.750 --> 03:24:39.140
It’s nearly impossible to differentiate
what parts of its head are facial features,

03:24:39.140 --> 03:24:43.020
is the mouth right there in the center, or
is it one of the various other strange and

03:24:43.020 --> 03:24:44.979
inexplicable orifices?

03:24:44.979 --> 03:24:46.479
Does it even have a mouth?

03:24:46.479 --> 03:24:51.170
And where are its eyes - does it have the
standard human two, or does it see by smelling

03:24:51.170 --> 03:24:53.311
sounds or tasting the air?

03:24:53.311 --> 03:24:54.770
And are those…

03:24:54.770 --> 03:24:55.770
tusks?

03:24:55.770 --> 03:24:57.090
They are!

03:24:57.090 --> 03:25:00.730
The Trucker has only stopped off for a hot
cup of coffee and a bite to eat.

03:25:00.730 --> 03:25:04.939
Now he’s facing off against a puzzling creature
ripped straight out of a David Cronenberg

03:25:04.939 --> 03:25:05.939
movie!

03:25:05.939 --> 03:25:10.479
But then again, that’s what he gets for
stopping off at Freddy’s Diner.

03:25:10.479 --> 03:25:12.530
It all begins a few moments prior.

03:25:12.530 --> 03:25:16.870
The Trucker is at the wheel, exhausted but
making good time on a long haul across the

03:25:16.870 --> 03:25:17.870
interstate.

03:25:17.870 --> 03:25:21.979
Thanks to life on the road, he’s been lucky
enough to see much more of the country than

03:25:21.979 --> 03:25:26.729
most, driving from the West Coast to the East
Coast and back again plenty of times.

03:25:26.729 --> 03:25:31.350
And being so familiar with his routes, the
Trucker has his very own curated list of the

03:25:31.350 --> 03:25:33.500
best places to eat while on the road.

03:25:33.500 --> 03:25:38.430
He double-checks the time, and realizes he’s
got plenty to spare, so decides to make a

03:25:38.430 --> 03:25:43.970
quick detour and heads towards a little-known
roadside restaurant: Freddy’s Diner.

03:25:43.970 --> 03:25:47.460
The Trucker still remembers the previous time
he took a pit stop in Freddy’s place.

03:25:47.460 --> 03:25:50.729
It never ceases to amaze him that it even
exists.

03:25:50.729 --> 03:25:54.810
After all, there’s not another diner like
it from here in California to the truck stops

03:25:54.810 --> 03:25:56.060
over in New Jersey.

03:25:56.060 --> 03:26:00.949
And the Trucker knows he’d pick Freddy’s
Diner over any maritime-themed novelty seafood

03:26:00.949 --> 03:26:05.290
place - he likes going there so much, he’s
even kept it a secret from his fellow truckers

03:26:05.290 --> 03:26:06.290
on the road.

03:26:06.290 --> 03:26:10.750
He’d simply hate for everyone to start piling
over there and turning his favorite spot into

03:26:10.750 --> 03:26:13.109
a rowdy trucker hangout or tourist attraction.

03:26:13.109 --> 03:26:18.460
Pulling his truck up outside, the Trucker
locks the vehicle up securely and heads inside.

03:26:18.460 --> 03:26:23.770
From outside, it’s just a calm, quiet-seeming
place, a diner like any other in that stereotypical

03:26:23.770 --> 03:26:25.260
1950s style.

03:26:25.260 --> 03:26:29.880
That’s part of what the Trucker likes so
much about Freddy’s, it’s got that comforting,

03:26:29.880 --> 03:26:31.210
nostalgic feeling to it.

03:26:31.210 --> 03:26:35.109
Like one of the few remaining vestiges of
an era that nearly nobody alive remembers

03:26:35.109 --> 03:26:38.690
anymore, except from seeing it secondhand
in old movies.

03:26:38.690 --> 03:26:43.020
But despite it looking quiet, practically
empty from the outside, stepping through the

03:26:43.020 --> 03:26:46.310
doors at Freddy’s is like setting foot on
another planet.

03:26:46.310 --> 03:26:50.729
The entrance isn’t just the way into the
restaurant, it’s the access point to the

03:26:50.729 --> 03:26:53.960
Trucker’s other favorite part about visiting
there: the people.

03:26:53.960 --> 03:26:59.140
At first, it seems normal, there’s always
a decent number of customers bustling about,

03:26:59.140 --> 03:27:03.859
talking to each other or ordering from Freddy,
the friendly, silver-haired old owner, dressed

03:27:03.859 --> 03:27:08.029
in his typical pinstriped apron over a shirt
and bowtie.

03:27:08.029 --> 03:27:11.760
No matter if he’s in the middle of serving
a customer, Freddy always turns to greet the

03:27:11.760 --> 03:27:15.310
newest arrival with a warm smile and his classic
motto:

03:27:15.310 --> 03:27:20.949
“Welcome to Freddy's Diner, the only place
where you can eat cuisine that's out of your

03:27:20.949 --> 03:27:21.949
world!”

03:27:21.949 --> 03:27:24.590
The Trucker loves how gradually it creeps
up on him.

03:27:24.590 --> 03:27:28.840
Taking a cursory glance around the diner,
nothing seems all that out of the ordinary.

03:27:28.840 --> 03:27:34.540
But looking closer, he enjoys noticing the
other patrons and how… eccentric they all

03:27:34.540 --> 03:27:35.670
seem.

03:27:35.670 --> 03:27:39.510
When taking a gamble on Freddy’s and making
his first ever visit on another long drive

03:27:39.510 --> 03:27:44.699
to California, the Trucker finds himself convinced
that there must be some kind of science fiction

03:27:44.699 --> 03:27:47.560
or comic book convention in town.

03:27:47.560 --> 03:27:51.410
Then soon after, he starts to get a little
worried, thinking that maybe he’s been on

03:27:51.410 --> 03:27:55.880
the road too long and is starting to see hallucinations
out of pure exhaustion.

03:27:55.880 --> 03:28:00.779
But now, he’s been in enough times to know
the folks who pitch up to eat at Freddy’s

03:28:00.779 --> 03:28:01.779
Diner…

03:28:01.779 --> 03:28:05.470
well, the best way to put it is that they’re
from out of town.

03:28:05.470 --> 03:28:07.890
Wandering past the bar, looking for somewhere
to sit down.

03:28:07.890 --> 03:28:12.300
the Trucker notices a trio of figures sitting
down and enjoying plates full of freshly grilled

03:28:12.300 --> 03:28:15.899
burgers and baskets of golden fries hot from
the fryer.

03:28:15.899 --> 03:28:20.020
What does it matter that all three are wearing
huge, bulky space suits, with metal piping

03:28:20.020 --> 03:28:22.949
snaking down them, and vents hissing out warm
steam?

03:28:22.949 --> 03:28:25.510
They’re just enjoying their meals, after
all.

03:28:25.510 --> 03:28:29.210
The Trucker finds a vacant booth and sits
down on the comfortable leather seat, scanning

03:28:29.210 --> 03:28:32.140
the diner for Freddy so he can order a coffee.

03:28:32.140 --> 03:28:36.470
Sitting across from him at the opposite booth,
his eyes fall across a couple, smiling and

03:28:36.470 --> 03:28:38.410
giggling to each other as they chat.

03:28:38.410 --> 03:28:43.479
He’s so caught up in their infectious positive
vibes that he barely realizes how one of them

03:28:43.479 --> 03:28:48.211
has had her entire right arm replaced with
an intricate cybernetic one, or that the other

03:28:48.211 --> 03:28:50.820
is entirely blue and has pointed ears.

03:28:50.820 --> 03:28:53.220
It’s just nice seeing how happy they are!

03:28:53.220 --> 03:28:58.700
That’s when a voice that sounds like someone
gargling water chimes up, and a sinewy tentacle

03:28:58.700 --> 03:29:00.710
grabs the Trucker by his flannel shirt.

03:29:00.710 --> 03:29:04.690
“Hey, what the hell do you think you’re
doing?” the Patron gurgles.

03:29:04.690 --> 03:29:11.280
“I get up to use the bathroom for five minutes
and find some chump in my seat?

03:29:11.280 --> 03:29:13.200
That’s my table, pipsqueak!”

03:29:13.200 --> 03:29:17.370
Moments later, the Trucker is on the floor,
looking up at a creature he’s never seen

03:29:17.370 --> 03:29:18.370
before.

03:29:18.370 --> 03:29:22.271
In fact, he’s not even sure if the Patron
is human.

03:29:22.271 --> 03:29:26.910
Judging by the chewing gum head and the disproportionate
limbs protruding from random points across

03:29:26.910 --> 03:29:30.489
its blobby body, it’s a safe bet that it
isn’t.

03:29:30.489 --> 03:29:34.770
The Trucker stumbles towards the bar, and
asks Freddy for a cup of coffee - a strong

03:29:34.770 --> 03:29:37.560
one, to wake him up in case he’s dreaming.

03:29:37.560 --> 03:29:42.160
Across his visits to the diner, he’s been
convinced that all the flamboyant and eccentrically

03:29:42.160 --> 03:29:47.350
dressed customers are all just wearing costumes,
either for a local convention or because of

03:29:47.350 --> 03:29:49.340
an anything goes dress code.

03:29:49.340 --> 03:29:53.189
But after seeing the Patron, the Trucker’s
starting to think that he might’ve been

03:29:53.189 --> 03:29:55.990
very, very wrong about this place.

03:29:55.990 --> 03:30:00.760
Not to be confused with a certain pizzeria
populated with quirky animatronic characters,

03:30:00.760 --> 03:30:03.810
Freddy’s Diner is a restaurant experience
like no other.

03:30:03.810 --> 03:30:09.050
But if you’re hoping to experience its comfort
food and unique atmosphere for yourself, then

03:30:09.050 --> 03:30:13.061
you might have a hard time getting past the
quarantine zone that now surrounds the diner,

03:30:13.061 --> 03:30:15.460
thanks to the SCP Foundation.

03:30:15.460 --> 03:30:19.650
Technically, Freddy’s Diner is still very
much in business, although you’re not likely

03:30:19.650 --> 03:30:23.569
to see anyone stepping through or out of the
front doors any time soon.

03:30:23.569 --> 03:30:26.810
Well, not from this dimension, at least.

03:30:26.810 --> 03:30:31.850
Before it would go on to be known as SCP-4258,
the SCP Foundation learns of this seemingly

03:30:31.850 --> 03:30:35.770
innocuous restaurant two months after it first
appears.

03:30:35.770 --> 03:30:39.859
To begin, none of the people that live in
the nearby area pay the place much mind.

03:30:39.859 --> 03:30:44.680
As far as they know, Freddy’s Diner is just
a harmless, fifties themed diner.

03:30:44.680 --> 03:30:48.810
Each and every one of them remains totally
unaware that their memories have been tampered

03:30:48.810 --> 03:30:54.410
with, so that as far as they’re concerned,
SCP-4258 feels like it’s always been a local

03:30:54.410 --> 03:30:58.000
staple, despite only having been around for
a few short months.

03:30:58.000 --> 03:31:02.149
However, some new folks roll into town, and
pretty soon, the Foundation are getting rather

03:31:02.149 --> 03:31:06.870
suspicious about Freddy’s Diner, thanks
to abundant reports of a “strange restaurant

03:31:06.870 --> 03:31:09.790
with weird cosplayers” from the newcomers.

03:31:09.790 --> 03:31:14.710
They send in an undercover Agent to investigate,
making sure to be as subtle as possible.

03:31:14.710 --> 03:31:18.960
After all, at this point there’s still every
possibility that Freddy’s Diner really is

03:31:18.960 --> 03:31:23.630
just a hot spot for cosplayers and other eccentrically
dressed individuals.

03:31:23.630 --> 03:31:25.700
But if only things were that simple.

03:31:25.700 --> 03:31:29.880
Inside, the Agent is greeted by familiar,
nostalgic surroundings.

03:31:29.880 --> 03:31:33.850
Circular seated bar stools, black and white
tiled floors like a chessboard underfoot,

03:31:33.850 --> 03:31:39.140
a jukebox in one corner blaring out hits from
the likes of Chuck Berry and Elvis Presley.

03:31:39.140 --> 03:31:43.400
Even the menu has all the old classics on
there; thick, frothy milkshakes served in

03:31:43.400 --> 03:31:48.480
tall glasses, freshly made burgers and fries,
the kind of food that fits the atmosphere

03:31:48.480 --> 03:31:49.939
of the 1950s.

03:31:49.939 --> 03:31:54.850
The thing that doesn’t, of course, is the
various unusual customers that frequently

03:31:54.850 --> 03:31:56.939
eat at Freddy’s Diner.

03:31:56.939 --> 03:32:01.380
Even without his extensive training in identifying
anomalies, it doesn’t take the Foundation’s

03:32:01.380 --> 03:32:06.460
Agent very long to realize that some of the
people enjoying their meals inside SCP-4258

03:32:06.460 --> 03:32:08.880
aren’t all human.

03:32:08.880 --> 03:32:13.199
Some are, in fact, most of them do still resemble
something close to humanoid.

03:32:13.199 --> 03:32:17.930
Although, upon closer inspection, it would
appear that almost everyone in the diner has

03:32:17.930 --> 03:32:20.449
widely different physiology.

03:32:20.449 --> 03:32:25.130
Even those that look mostly human on the outside
aren’t a perfect match - at least, by our

03:32:25.130 --> 03:32:26.130
standards.

03:32:26.130 --> 03:32:30.100
That’s because everyone who visits Freddy’s
Diner… has come from a completely different

03:32:30.100 --> 03:32:31.229
reality.

03:32:31.229 --> 03:32:37.500
SCP-4258 isn’t your average diner - it’s
an interdimensional diner.

03:32:37.500 --> 03:32:40.750
People from all across the multiverse have
made their way to this specific restaurant

03:32:40.750 --> 03:32:42.120
for a bite.

03:32:42.120 --> 03:32:44.520
And it’s definitely popular with those that
visit.

03:32:44.520 --> 03:32:49.350
Freddy’s Diner might be the only restaurant
that can claim to be multiversally loved,

03:32:49.350 --> 03:32:53.120
frequented by customers from multiple different
dimensions all at once.

03:32:53.120 --> 03:32:57.560
Some days, you might see little more to indicate
this than a few patrons wearing weird clothing,

03:32:57.560 --> 03:32:59.529
the kind that you’ve never seen before.

03:32:59.529 --> 03:33:04.000
A sight like that is easy to write off as
a bizarre fashion statement, after all.

03:33:04.000 --> 03:33:07.620
But on other days, when you find yourself
enjoying a classically made milkshake at the

03:33:07.620 --> 03:33:11.899
bar when a six and a half foot anthropomorphic
slime creature sits down on the stool next

03:33:11.899 --> 03:33:17.340
to you, then it becomes a bit more apparent
that Freddy’s Diner is anything but ordinary.

03:33:17.340 --> 03:33:21.210
And the Agent sent to investigate the place
by the Foundation quickly gets that very same

03:33:21.210 --> 03:33:23.960
impression during his first visit.

03:33:23.960 --> 03:33:28.070
Perhaps in an effort not to get swept up in
the wonderous, Mos Eisley Cantina energy of

03:33:28.070 --> 03:33:33.340
SCP-4258, the Agent approaches the bar and
begins to conduct an impromptu interview in

03:33:33.340 --> 03:33:34.340
the field.

03:33:34.340 --> 03:33:37.939
He talks direct with an old gentleman who
appears to be running the place, the sole

03:33:37.939 --> 03:33:42.500
worker and owner of the establishment, the
man the diner is named after: Freddy.

03:33:42.500 --> 03:33:47.979
Although, he’ll later become known as SCP-4258-1.

03:33:47.979 --> 03:33:52.190
Freddy greets the Agent with the same charming,
well-mannered demeanor as all his customers,

03:33:52.190 --> 03:33:55.910
before the Agent starts trying to get to the
bottom of what exactly the place is.

03:33:55.910 --> 03:33:59.689
“It’s a diner,” Freddy tells him after
a quick chuckle.

03:33:59.689 --> 03:34:02.590
“They don’t have these in your dimension,
kid?”

03:34:02.590 --> 03:34:07.270
The Agent clarifies that they are, indeed,
similar diners elsewhere in this dimension.

03:34:07.270 --> 03:34:09.380
Although they aren’t quite like Freddy’s.

03:34:09.380 --> 03:34:13.069
The owner reassured the Agent that he’s
only kidding, and then delivers the diner’s

03:34:13.069 --> 03:34:16.310
motto - which apparently took him a century
to come up with:

03:34:16.310 --> 03:34:21.050
“Welcome to Freddy's Diner, the only place
where you can eat cuisine that's out of your

03:34:21.050 --> 03:34:22.609
world!”

03:34:22.609 --> 03:34:27.060
Being well versed in the anomalous, and aware
of the existence of other universes, it doesn’t

03:34:27.060 --> 03:34:31.670
take the Agent very long to figure out that
this diner acts as some form of multiversal

03:34:31.670 --> 03:34:36.150
junction point, a nexus where various different
worlds can intersect.

03:34:36.150 --> 03:34:40.380
But Freddy points out that’s not exactly
entirely correct, but the Agent has at least

03:34:40.380 --> 03:34:42.600
grasped some of the core principle.

03:34:42.600 --> 03:34:46.740
More than happy to converse with his new customer,
Freddy explains that his Diner exists in what

03:34:46.740 --> 03:34:48.620
is known as ‘todash space’.

03:34:48.620 --> 03:34:54.600
This, according to him, is the space between
dimensions, and the door to SCP-4258 does

03:34:54.600 --> 03:34:58.420
indeed connect to all sorts of drastically
different realities.

03:34:58.420 --> 03:35:03.380
As the Agent takes a look through the diner
windows, he notices a change in the scenery.

03:35:03.380 --> 03:35:08.160
Where there was once the familiar setting
of Earth, there is now a wide, sprawling desert

03:35:08.160 --> 03:35:12.790
that seems to stretch endlessly into the horizon
and beyond.

03:35:12.790 --> 03:35:16.930
Just then, a tall humanoid figure wearing
a mask steps into Freddy’s Diner, wrapped

03:35:16.930 --> 03:35:19.160
in extravagant robes.

03:35:19.160 --> 03:35:23.760
Freddy greets the newcomer as Quarelth, he’s
clearly a regular customer.

03:35:23.760 --> 03:35:28.420
The Agent returns to questioning the old man,
curious as to how the diner actually functions,

03:35:28.420 --> 03:35:33.180
and hoping to gain as much intelligence on
the matter as possible for the SCP Foundation.

03:35:33.180 --> 03:35:37.800
One of the main questions the Agent wants
answered is, if Freddy’s Diner exists between

03:35:37.800 --> 03:35:41.420
dimensions, how can the customers possibly
pay for their meals.

03:35:41.420 --> 03:35:45.340
After all, even on Earth there are multiple
forms of currency with different competing

03:35:45.340 --> 03:35:46.970
values.

03:35:46.970 --> 03:35:51.130
Across an infinite number of entire universes,
there’s hardly going to be one multiversally

03:35:51.130 --> 03:35:52.880
accepted form of payment.

03:35:52.880 --> 03:35:57.300
But luckily, Freddy has an answer, even if
it is a little abstract.

03:35:57.300 --> 03:36:02.030
As he explains it, the restaurant is funded
- in a sense - by something called Empathius.

03:36:02.030 --> 03:36:07.359
“You know that happy feeling you get when
you remember something nice or someone compliments

03:36:07.359 --> 03:36:08.359
you?

03:36:08.359 --> 03:36:11.520
The restaurant feeds off that, it's what keeps
the place running.”

03:36:11.520 --> 03:36:15.970
Confused as to what he means, the Agent asks
for clarity - for a moment, it sounds like

03:36:15.970 --> 03:36:20.250
Freddy’s Diner extracts positive emotions
from its clientele, like a leech draining

03:36:20.250 --> 03:36:21.250
blood!

03:36:21.250 --> 03:36:23.859
But Freddy assures him that it’s not quite
the same.

03:36:23.859 --> 03:36:28.439
The diner itself only takes away the excess
Empathius, the positive emotions, that its

03:36:28.439 --> 03:36:33.399
customers experience from being there, enjoying
their meals and the atmosphere of the interdimensional

03:36:33.399 --> 03:36:34.399
diner.

03:36:34.399 --> 03:36:38.890
Freddy likens it to trimming the edges of
a hedge, SCP-4258 doesn’t rob people of

03:36:38.890 --> 03:36:42.439
their enjoyment, it just takes a little bit
to keep the lights on.

03:36:42.439 --> 03:36:47.140
The patrons that visit only have to feel happiness,
and that’s the only payment for their meal

03:36:47.140 --> 03:36:48.680
that Freddy wants.

03:36:48.680 --> 03:36:52.819
That brings the Agent to a final question:
if the restaurant takes a little bit of Empathius

03:36:52.819 --> 03:36:56.600
as payment, then what exactly is Freddy?

03:36:56.600 --> 03:37:00.820
The owner chuckles and says he’s just an
old man looking to make good food.

03:37:00.820 --> 03:37:03.729
Speaking of which, he offers to take the Agent’s
order.

03:37:03.729 --> 03:37:07.770
Not wanting to be rude, the Agent asks for
a hamburger and fries to go.

03:37:07.770 --> 03:37:10.870
He tries to see if there are any other staff
working in the kitchen, but there doesn’t

03:37:10.870 --> 03:37:12.340
look to be anyone at all.

03:37:12.340 --> 03:37:16.550
Save for a pair of transparent hands that
place a plate down on the kitchen line.

03:37:16.550 --> 03:37:20.149
Foundation researchers conduct a few different
tests on the food that the Agent received

03:37:20.149 --> 03:37:25.000
from SCP-4258, but their analysis quickly
reveals that there’s nothing harmful about

03:37:25.000 --> 03:37:26.000
it at all.

03:37:26.000 --> 03:37:28.200
It’s just a well-made burger.

03:37:28.200 --> 03:37:32.370
The Agent is subsequently sent back to the
diner to gather more information about it.

03:37:32.370 --> 03:37:36.220
This time, he is given instructions from the
Foundation to change up his approach and speak

03:37:36.220 --> 03:37:40.490
with some of the customers instead, to see
what they think of Freddy’s Diner.

03:37:40.490 --> 03:37:44.760
After all, despite his friendly demeanor,
the old man could always be a liar, trying

03:37:44.760 --> 03:37:49.439
to cover up a more sinister nature to his
restaurant so he can lure in more unsuspecting

03:37:49.439 --> 03:37:51.630
people from across the multiverse.

03:37:51.630 --> 03:37:56.640
Although the Agent has little reason to suspect
anything untoward about SCP-4258, the Foundation

03:37:56.640 --> 03:37:58.410
is nothing if not thorough.

03:37:58.410 --> 03:38:02.920
During his second visit, the Agent sits down
with one of the customers enjoying a meal

03:38:02.920 --> 03:38:07.880
at Freddy’s Diner, a humanoid being whose
body is composed entirely of different types

03:38:07.880 --> 03:38:09.580
of stone.

03:38:09.580 --> 03:38:13.680
Just from a cursory glance, there looks to
be a mixture of basalt, granite, and limestone

03:38:13.680 --> 03:38:17.370
all over the entity, who introduces itself
as…

03:38:17.370 --> 03:38:18.370
Rock.

03:38:18.370 --> 03:38:21.939
The Agent starts by remarking that the creature
has a very interesting name.

03:38:21.939 --> 03:38:25.870
“EVERYONE ON ROCK’S WORLD IS NAMED ROCK.”

03:38:25.870 --> 03:38:29.989
Pushing for more information on the creature’s
universe, the Agent decides to ask if Rock’s

03:38:29.989 --> 03:38:33.100
homeworld has a name, to which the reply is:

03:38:33.100 --> 03:38:34.140
“ROCK.”

03:38:34.140 --> 03:38:38.340
As far as the Agent can attain from Rock’s
fairly blunt description, the stone entity

03:38:38.340 --> 03:38:42.710
originates from a universe that lacks any
lifeforms with flesh and blood bodies - or

03:38:42.710 --> 03:38:45.670
‘Squishies’ as Rock refers to them.

03:38:45.670 --> 03:38:50.510
It also states - with a similar lack of descriptive
detail - that its home universe also lacks

03:38:50.510 --> 03:38:54.851
anything resembling vegetation, there are
no trees or plants, which means that the denizens

03:38:54.851 --> 03:38:56.779
of this dimension only eat:

03:38:56.779 --> 03:38:57.779
“ROCK.

03:38:57.779 --> 03:39:00.319
VERY DELICIOUS, YES.”

03:39:00.319 --> 03:39:04.390
The Agent submits a proposal to the Foundation
for a third visit to Freddy’s Diner, writing

03:39:04.390 --> 03:39:07.649
in his report that his latest interview has
proven to be “completely useless”.

03:39:07.649 --> 03:39:13.479
Although, it does at least provide one interesting
detail about SCP-4258 - besides all the facts

03:39:13.479 --> 03:39:14.940
about rocks.

03:39:14.940 --> 03:39:19.130
It seems that everyone within Freddy’s Diner,
regardless of which dimension they originate

03:39:19.130 --> 03:39:21.750
from, is capable of understanding each other.

03:39:21.750 --> 03:39:25.780
It’s almost like a multiversal translator
is in effect within the restaurant itself,

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to make it easier for Freddy and his patrons
to communicate.

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Returning to SCP-4258 for a third time, the
Agent finds himself striking up a conversation

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with a rather familiar face: his own.

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Against the improbable odds of infinite different
people across an infinite number of universes

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in an endless multiverse, the Foundation Agent
happens to bump into one of his own counterparts

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from an alternate reality.

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And for the most part, this Alternate Agent
seems to be from a universe that is practically

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identical to the first Agent’s.

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The two men sit down and begin to have a friendly
discussion almost immediately after entering

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Freddy’s Diner.

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After all, it’s likely that nobody else
in the establishment is as familiar with each

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other as the pair of them are.

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The first Agent is quick to remark at how
strange this encounter is, even amongst his

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own years of experience at the SCP Foundation.

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Working with anomalies on a day-to-day basis
is strange enough, but interviewing an alternate

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version of yourself has to be a jarring experience,
to say the least!

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The Agent tries to establish any major differences
between their two universes, asking his counterpart

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who he works for in his reality.

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The Alternate Agent explains that he also
works for the SCP Foundation, or another version

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of it.

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So far, no differences.

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Next, the Agent asks a more personal question:
is the Alternate Agent married?

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It turns out, he is, as a matter of fact they
both are - and their wives are not only alternates

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of each other, but both versions of the couple
have been together for twenty years.

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Next, the Agent asks his interdimensional
doppelganger to describe his world in more

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detail.

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More than happy to oblige, the Alternate Agent
describes that, in his universe, it is currently

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the twenty-first century.

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Most of the socio-economic issues faced in
this dimension are the same as this one: political

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corruption is rife, there are shortages of
essentials like food and water in many countries,

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along with various other problems.

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But, the Alternate remarks, there are good
things there too, like Shark Week.

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“That sounds fairly close to our world,”
The Agent observes.

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“Seems like there aren't any noticeable
differences between the two.”

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“Guess not.

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Pretty funny, huh?”

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his alternate reality counterpart replies.

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It is at this point during the interview that
Freddy comes over to give the Alternate Agent

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his order: a burger and fries, presented in
delicious fashion on a plate.

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“Awesome, thanks Fred!”

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the Alternate Agent says, before turning to
his food.

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“Time to chow down!”

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Then, the Alternate Agent’s jaw proceeds
to unhinge, revealing multiple rows of razor-sharp

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teeth hidden behind the front-facing human
set.

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He lifts up the plate and begins to violently
consume the burger and fries he ordered.

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Having devoured the meal in a manner of minutes,
the Alternate Agent then eats the plate his

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food was set out on, crunching down chunks
of ceramic.

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Returning to the Foundation, the first Agent
later requests to be administered with amnestics.

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His request is denied.