WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.120 --> 00:00:05.040 Two massive creatures are locked in a fight to the death in the middle of the sea. 00:00:05.040 --> 00:00:10.560 Destroyers, cruisers, and battleships fire special weapons and harpoons at one of the 00:00:10.560 --> 00:00:16.440 creatures, attempting to help turn the tide in favor of one, but they appear to have almost 00:00:16.440 --> 00:00:18.600 no effect on the gigantic monster. 00:00:19.860 --> 00:00:20.520 Hi! 00:00:20.520 --> 00:00:26.880 I’m Dr. Bob, and THIS is SCP-3700, also known as... 00:00:26.880 --> 00:00:28.740 The Tides of War. 00:00:30.780 --> 00:00:37.620 SCP-3700 is what the SCP Foundation has labeled an 800 kilometer circular area in the North 00:00:37.620 --> 00:00:38.040 Sea. 00:00:38.040 --> 00:00:43.680 Located southeast of Iceland and north of the United Kingdom, the circle contains the 00:00:43.680 --> 00:00:46.080 Faroe, Orkney, and Shetland Islands. 00:00:46.080 --> 00:00:52.080 The seafloor is abnormally deep in this area at roughly 5 kilometers below the ocean surface, 00:00:52.080 --> 00:00:55.680 roughly twenty times deeper than the rest of the North Sea. 00:00:56.460 --> 00:01:03.600 SCP-3700 experiences all kinds of strange, anomalous activity including extreme weather 00:01:03.600 --> 00:01:04.920 and geological events. 00:01:05.520 --> 00:01:10.320 These are caused by the interaction between two separate entities, which have been designated 00:01:10.320 --> 00:01:15.060 as SCP-3700-1 and SCP-3700-2. 00:01:16.260 --> 00:01:24.360 SCP-3700-1 is an arthropod, resembling the common lobster, except this crustacean is 00:01:24.360 --> 00:01:25.380 6 kilometers long. 00:01:25.380 --> 00:01:31.500 It has a variety of blue, yellow, pink, and red markings carved into its carapace that 00:01:31.500 --> 00:01:32.700 resembles a woman’s face. 00:01:33.420 --> 00:01:39.060 It has six arm-like limbs, four of which have claws with two having club-like appendages 00:01:39.060 --> 00:01:40.920 on the end, and eight legs. 00:01:40.920 --> 00:01:44.520 It also has four orange eyes at the end of stalks. 00:01:45.060 --> 00:01:51.600 3700-1’s carapace shows significant damage, with many scars, cracks, and even some holes 00:01:51.600 --> 00:01:53.340 that reveal its soft, inner tissue. 00:01:53.340 --> 00:02:00.960 It has several anomalous capabilities that it uses in its battle against SCP-3700-2. 00:02:01.680 --> 00:02:06.780 Its two club-like appendages are capable of striking, but they also produce a cavitation 00:02:06.780 --> 00:02:12.300 bubble that generates a force equal to several tons of dynamite, similar to what the mantis 00:02:12.300 --> 00:02:14.820 shrimp is able to do but on a much larger scale. 00:02:16.020 --> 00:02:21.660 Two of its eyes are able to project concentrated blasts of gamma radiation and it’s able 00:02:21.660 --> 00:02:24.420 to stop storms or other weather phenomena. 00:02:24.420 --> 00:02:31.140 Despite being 6 kilometers long, 3700-1 can reach speeds faster than 100 kilometers per 00:02:31.140 --> 00:02:37.920 hour and has even shown the ability to demanifest and disappear if it doesn’t locate SCP-3700-2 00:02:37.920 --> 00:02:40.500 within roughly 15 days after appearing. 00:02:41.520 --> 00:02:48.600 SCP-3700-1 appears to be friendly in nature and shows some small signs of intelligence. 00:02:49.260 --> 00:02:54.300 When accompanied by Foundation ships, it will either ignore them or provide a small amount 00:02:54.300 --> 00:02:57.300 of aid by helping to move disabled craft away from danger. 00:02:57.900 --> 00:03:05.160 After appearing, it travels the full 800 kilometer area of SCP-3700 in a spiral pattern from 00:03:05.160 --> 00:03:06.480 the center out toward the edge. 00:03:07.260 --> 00:03:12.480 Interestingly, the center is the exact center point between the three island chains located 00:03:12.480 --> 00:03:15.600 within the circle, and is home to numerous shipwrecks. 00:03:16.320 --> 00:03:22.860 Since being first discovered by the Foundation in 1922, 3700-1 has slowed down considerably 00:03:22.860 --> 00:03:25.920 in its movement and has lost a significant amount of mass. 00:03:26.640 --> 00:03:29.520 It was first measured at  a length of 16 kilometers,  00:03:29.520 --> 00:03:32.520 a full 10 kilometers longer than its current 00:03:32.520 --> 00:03:32.820 size. 00:03:33.480 --> 00:03:39.600 It also appears weaker and seems to be having a much harder time subduing SCP-3700-2. 00:03:41.700 --> 00:03:48.360 SCP-3700-2 on the other hand, looks like it belongs to the family of ray-finned fish and 00:03:48.360 --> 00:03:53.820 has an appearance that closely resembles the pelican eel, except that it has 13 appendages 00:03:53.820 --> 00:03:55.920 encircling the middle section of its body. 00:03:56.520 --> 00:04:01.620 These appendages look like the tentacles of an octopus, complete with suckers, and can 00:04:01.620 --> 00:04:03.480 tuck them into its body when not in use. 00:04:04.200 --> 00:04:11.700 3700-2 is currently 32 kilometers long, and opposite to SCP-3700-1, it is growing larger, 00:04:11.700 --> 00:04:16.740 having only been 300 meters long when first identified in 1945. 00:04:16.740 --> 00:04:21.720 Most of that length is the creature’s whip-like tail that ends in a sharpened point. 00:04:22.560 --> 00:04:28.080 It’s currently roughly 1 kilometer wide at its largest point, and each of its 13 tentacles 00:04:28.080 --> 00:04:29.640 is around 60 meters long. 00:04:30.240 --> 00:04:35.940 Its most distinctive feature is its massive mouth, which can open up almost 3 kilometers 00:04:35.940 --> 00:04:36.360 wide. 00:04:37.140 --> 00:04:43.320 3700-2 is black in color, with white, purple, and red bio-luminescent lines that resemble 00:04:43.320 --> 00:04:45.660 a man’s face on either side of its torso. 00:04:46.440 --> 00:04:53.160 SCP-3700-2 can create sudden changes in the weather, generating huge storms and category 00:04:53.160 --> 00:04:59.400 5 hurricanes, as well as massive whirlpools that suck in any vessel within 150 meters 00:04:59.400 --> 00:05:02.580 before grabbing them with its tentacles and tearing them apart. 00:05:02.580 --> 00:05:08.880 It’s also able to produce high energy soundwaves and streams of blue fire from its mouth that 00:05:08.880 --> 00:05:11.220 it uses to destroy close range targets. 00:05:12.540 --> 00:05:19.260 SCP-3700-2 appears at random locations within the 800 kilometer area except during the spring 00:05:19.260 --> 00:05:24.660 and autumn equinoxes when it appears at the exact center of SCP-3700. 00:05:25.500 --> 00:05:32.160 It stays submerged unless it encounters 3700-1 or another object and will demanifest roughly 00:05:32.160 --> 00:05:33.960 15 days after first appearing. 00:05:34.500 --> 00:05:39.180 It’s extremely hostile to any creature or object that approaches it and has even been 00:05:39.180 --> 00:05:41.580 witnessed destroying entire pods of whales. 00:05:42.420 --> 00:05:47.400 Conventional weapons have no effect on it and even special anomalous weapons used by 00:05:47.400 --> 00:05:49.500 the Foundation have only had a moderate effect. 00:05:50.220 --> 00:05:54.000 Only 3700-1 has so far been able to subdue it. 00:05:54.540 --> 00:06:02.340 When SCP-3700-1 and 3700-2 do meet each other, they will engage in a prolonged fight, with 00:06:02.340 --> 00:06:05.100 each attempting to temporarily kill or subdue the other. 00:06:05.100 --> 00:06:10.140 Historically, the winner of each contest would swap depending on which half of the year it 00:06:10.140 --> 00:06:15.300 was, with 3700-1 consistently winning during the Northern Hemisphere’s spring and summer 00:06:15.300 --> 00:06:18.540 and 3700-2 winning during the fall and winter. 00:06:18.540 --> 00:06:22.260 However, since the foundation  has begun implementing  00:06:22.260 --> 00:06:26.040 containment procedures, SCP-3700-1 has won 00:06:26.040 --> 00:06:28.140 the last 64 cycles in a row. 00:06:28.860 --> 00:06:31.800 A number changes happen when one of the creatures wins. 00:06:31.800 --> 00:06:38.220 When 3700-1 is successful, major storms in the area immediately cease, crop yields double, 00:06:38.220 --> 00:06:41.340 and local oceanic life  increases their reproductive  00:06:41.340 --> 00:06:42.660 rates by a factor of three. 00:06:42.660 --> 00:06:48.240 This can lead to dead zones forming from the overpopulation of certain species of zooplankton. 00:06:48.240 --> 00:06:53.400 Erosion rates on the islands also increase by a factor of five, which has led to the 00:06:53.400 --> 00:06:57.840 foundation needing to bring in large amounts of dirt and sand in an attempt to combat it. 00:06:57.840 --> 00:07:05.640 When SCP-3700-2 wins and subdues or kills 3700-1, the weather becomes very dangerous 00:07:05.640 --> 00:07:11.160 with powerful hurricanes and rapid temperature changes that can range from below 0 to over 00:07:11.160 --> 00:07:17.640 28 degrees celsius, capable of causing massive damage to buildings and huge losses of life. 00:07:17.640 --> 00:07:23.160 Travel by sea becomes extremely difficult due to huge waves and storm surges, making 00:07:23.160 --> 00:07:25.380 it difficult for supplies to reach the islands. 00:07:26.100 --> 00:07:30.180 Ocean food sources are driven from the area and crop yields are reduced. 00:07:30.180 --> 00:07:37.860 Following its victory, 3700-2 does not demanifest, and instead continues to patrol the area and 00:07:37.860 --> 00:07:40.680 attack vessels and will even approach the islands themselves. 00:07:42.000 --> 00:07:48.300 Foundation Naval Task Force Delta-7, nicknamed Northern Storm, is tasked with locating and 00:07:48.300 --> 00:07:52.980 assisting SCP-3700-1 in its struggle against 3700-2. 00:07:53.880 --> 00:07:59.100 Purchased from the United States military, it consists of 13 destroyers, 5 cruisers, 00:07:59.100 --> 00:08:00.900 and 15 smaller support craft. 00:08:00.900 --> 00:08:07.440 When Delta-7 locates SCP-3700-1, it will often acknowledge their presence by raising two 00:08:07.440 --> 00:08:11.700 of its claws into the air and clicking them while making a low, rumbling noise with its 00:08:11.700 --> 00:08:11.820 mouth. 00:08:12.780 --> 00:08:20.160 Delta-7 then accompanies SCP-3700-1 as it patrols its 800 kilometer area for 3700-2. 00:08:20.160 --> 00:08:26.520 Once the two meet, Delta-7 engages in Protocol Winter Maelstrom where the destroyers shoot 00:08:26.520 --> 00:08:32.700 harpoon based anchors into 3700-2's head before moving in a circular pattern while they and 00:08:32.700 --> 00:08:36.000 battleships fire on it to ensure it can’t orient itself. 00:08:36.900 --> 00:08:41.400 The cruisers meanwhile attempt to draw its attention by firing and moving in a serpentine 00:08:41.400 --> 00:08:43.080 pattern at a distance of 300m. 00:08:44.640 --> 00:08:47.100 The two creatures will battle, blasting each  00:08:47.100 --> 00:08:49.800 other with gamma radiation  and powerful soundwaves. 00:08:49.800 --> 00:08:55.200 They whip, bite, and club each other, cracking armor and ripping off tentacles and other 00:08:55.200 --> 00:09:00.000 appendages until one finally stops moving and dissolves into the sea. 00:09:01.380 --> 00:09:08.940 Should SCP-3700-2 be successful in defeating 3700-1, then project Tumult is activated and 00:09:08.940 --> 00:09:10.860 the following procedures must take place. 00:09:10.860 --> 00:09:16.140 First, there is an immediate evacuation of all naval and civilian craft from the 800 00:09:16.140 --> 00:09:17.040 kilometer zone. 00:09:17.040 --> 00:09:23.367 Next, all trade and ferry routes are stopped or rerouted for at least six months and land 00:09:23.367 --> 00:09:25.260 based aquatic defenses are activated. 00:09:26.220 --> 00:09:31.620 Aerial craft will continue to monitor and engage with 3700-2, while others continue 00:09:31.620 --> 00:09:34.800 to look for a reappearance of SCP-3700-1. 00:09:35.760 --> 00:09:41.760 Since it appears that SCP-3700-1’s continues to physically degrade and with the exact opposite 00:09:41.760 --> 00:09:49.740 being true for 3700-2, it’s been proposed to let 3700-2 win and subdue 3700-1 twice 00:09:49.740 --> 00:09:53.520 every five years, despite the terrible effect on locals in the area. 00:09:54.360 --> 00:09:59.880 Though this plan has yet to be approved, it may be the only chance to stop 3700-2 from 00:09:59.880 --> 00:10:04.560 becoming so strong that 3700-1 is never able to defeat it again. 00:10:08.760 --> 00:10:15.120 “Who are you talking to?” The young boy  spins around, surprised to find his father   00:10:15.120 --> 00:10:20.820 standing behind him. The boy seems nervous and  hesitant to answer, but after being asked again,   00:10:20.820 --> 00:10:25.800 he admits to his father that he was talking to  the lady in the fountain. The boy’s father is   00:10:25.800 --> 00:10:30.780 confused, the lady in the fountain? That’s  right, the boy explains that she is nice,   00:10:30.780 --> 00:10:34.860 just like mom. He thinks the woman  in the fountain may even be his mom. 00:10:34.860 --> 00:10:39.780 The father sighs. He takes the boy’s hand  and leads him back inside the house where   00:10:39.780 --> 00:10:44.700 the father is hosting a small get together. One  of the father’s guests asks if things are okay,   00:10:44.700 --> 00:10:50.220 and he tells her that everything is fine. He’s  just worried about his son. It has been a very   00:10:50.220 --> 00:10:55.020 difficult year following the death of his wife. He  tells her that he’s afraid he might be developing   00:10:55.020 --> 00:10:59.340 behavioral issues, as he watches the boy staring  out the window at the fountain in their backyard. 00:11:00.180 --> 00:11:04.260 Later that week in school, the children are  supposed to be drawing pictures of their   00:11:04.260 --> 00:11:08.100 families. The teacher moves from child  to child, checking on their progress,   00:11:08.100 --> 00:11:13.620 and stops at the boy. She wants to know what  he’s working on. The boy explains that it is   00:11:13.620 --> 00:11:18.420 a drawing of him, his dad, and his mom who lives  in the fountain. The teacher doesn’t understand,   00:11:18.420 --> 00:11:24.600 his mom lives in the fountain? “That’s right” the  boy tells her. The fountain in their backyard was   00:11:24.600 --> 00:11:28.500 her favorite place in the whole world. His  mother had told him that it was a magical   00:11:28.500 --> 00:11:33.600 place and was the reason they bought the house.  After she died, he heard a voice coming from the   00:11:33.600 --> 00:11:38.580 fountain. It doesn’t sound like his mom, but he  knows it’s her. She lives in the fountain now.  00:11:39.300 --> 00:11:43.020 The father thanks the teacher for calling  and promises that he’ll talk to his son.   00:11:43.020 --> 00:11:47.040 He’s very sorry that the other children are  frightened by the stories about a woman in   00:11:47.040 --> 00:11:50.520 their fountain and he’s going to make sure  this whole business comes to an end for good. 00:11:50.520 --> 00:11:55.620 That night, as he is putting the boy to bed,  he tells him that he knows he misses his mom,   00:11:55.620 --> 00:11:58.680 but he needs to stop with all of  these claims about a woman in the   00:11:58.680 --> 00:12:02.640 fountain and as much as he misses her and  wishes that his mother could come back,   00:12:02.640 --> 00:12:08.400 he needs to realize that she’s gone and not  coming back. The father kisses the boy on the   00:12:08.400 --> 00:12:12.420 forehead and tells him one more time that there  will be no more stories about the woman before   00:12:12.420 --> 00:12:17.040 tucking him in for the night. As soon as his  father is gone though, the boy gets out of bed,   00:12:17.040 --> 00:12:21.480 creeps to his bedroom window that looks down  on their backyard, and stares at the fountain. 00:12:22.020 --> 00:12:27.300 He watches as reflections dance on the  rippling water. The water goes oddly still,   00:12:27.900 --> 00:12:30.360 until a hand that appears to be made out of water   00:12:30.360 --> 00:12:34.140 seems to emerge out of the surface  of the fountain… and waves at him. 00:12:34.680 --> 00:12:38.580 The father leaves the bathroom and glances  in to check on his son before heading back   00:12:38.580 --> 00:12:43.800 to his bedroom. He bolts upright when it dawns  on him that his son wasn’t in bed. He runs into   00:12:43.800 --> 00:12:48.360 the son’s room and pulls the blankets off the  bed but no one is there. He frantically calls   00:12:48.360 --> 00:12:53.100 for his son and looks around the room, when he  sees something. He hurries to the window where   00:12:53.100 --> 00:12:58.440 he watches as his son walks towards the fountain.  But what really has his attention is the woman,   00:12:58.440 --> 00:13:03.060 translucent and shining under the moonlight,  beckoning for the boy to approach her. 00:13:03.060 --> 00:13:07.320 The father rushes downstairs and out  into the backyard where his son is   00:13:07.320 --> 00:13:11.760 in an embrace with the watery woman. He  is terrified but his fatherly instincts   00:13:11.760 --> 00:13:15.600 take over and he sprints to the fountain  and rips the boy away from the creature.   00:13:15.600 --> 00:13:19.260 As he pulls the boy back from the  fountain, he watches as the solid,   00:13:19.260 --> 00:13:23.940 watery figure of the woman appears to turn back  into a liquid and collapses into the fountain. 00:13:23.940 --> 00:13:27.420 The father brings the boy inside  the house. He doesn’t understand   00:13:27.420 --> 00:13:32.100 what’s going on but the father just keeps  repeating that he’s okay, he’s safe now. 00:13:32.760 --> 00:13:37.560 The next day, the father is on the phone with  their local priest. He knows how crazy this   00:13:37.560 --> 00:13:41.640 sounds, but the police didn’t believe him,  and he didn’t know where else to turn. The   00:13:41.640 --> 00:13:44.820 priest tells him not to worry, that he  will be there soon to take care of it. 00:13:44.820 --> 00:13:48.360 The priest arrives at the house with  two assistants and tells the father   00:13:48.360 --> 00:13:51.720 that it would be best if he and  his son leave. The boy is crying,   00:13:51.720 --> 00:13:56.160 pleading with them not to hurt the nice woman  in the fountain. The father has to struggle   00:13:56.160 --> 00:13:59.580 to restrain his son, but eventually  is able to get him out of the house. 00:13:59.580 --> 00:14:04.200 Once they’re gone the priest turns to  his assistants. He takes off his shirt   00:14:04.200 --> 00:14:08.040 to reveal a tactical vest underneath  emblazoned with the SCP logo as his   00:14:08.040 --> 00:14:12.000 assistants do the same. “Time for  containment” he says as they head   00:14:12.000 --> 00:14:16.140 out into the backyard towards the fountain  and the anomalous creature that lives there. 00:14:17.340 --> 00:14:24.780 Hi! I’m Dr. Bob. And this is SCP-054,  also known as… the Water Nymph. 00:14:24.780 --> 00:14:31.320 SCP-054 is the designation that the SCP Foundation  has given to an anomalous entity with some very   00:14:31.320 --> 00:14:36.420 strange properties. Made up of 9 liters of what  appears to be completely normal spring water,   00:14:36.420 --> 00:14:42.600 SCP-054 most often appears in the form of  a female humanoid, but it is capable of a   00:14:42.600 --> 00:14:48.060 variety of forms such as other humanoids and  simple geometric shapes. It is unknown just   00:14:48.060 --> 00:14:52.740 how it is capable of taking and holding these  shapes, or how it moves around once it does so,   00:14:52.740 --> 00:14:57.960 since all tests performed so far have  failed to show any thermal, electromagnetic,   00:14:57.960 --> 00:15:02.160 biological, or other phenomenon present in  its body that could explain its abilities. 00:15:02.760 --> 00:15:08.040 Whenever SCP-054 enters a body of water,  it will become indistinguishable from the   00:15:08.040 --> 00:15:12.300 surrounding water, and it appears that it must  fully submerge itself on occasion in order to   00:15:12.300 --> 00:15:16.320 replenish its full volume, which is constantly  being reduced through normal evaporation.   00:15:16.980 --> 00:15:21.480 Water that has evaporated off of the anomaly  has also been collected by the Foundation,   00:15:21.480 --> 00:15:25.860 and it too is indiscernible from regular  water and exhibits no special properties. 00:15:25.860 --> 00:15:32.340 After its discovery, SCP-054 was moved to  Site-08 for containment where additional   00:15:32.340 --> 00:15:36.480 research and study of the creature could  take place. Its special containment cell   00:15:36.480 --> 00:15:40.260 was made watertight, and equipped with  a specialized climate control system,   00:15:40.260 --> 00:15:43.560 as well as an ornate fountain  filled with fresh spring water. 00:15:44.160 --> 00:15:47.100 Surprisingly, the entity  seemed to enjoy its new home,   00:15:47.100 --> 00:15:50.700 and appeared happy to interact with  Foundation researchers, guards,   00:15:50.700 --> 00:15:55.140 and maintenance staff, frequently mimicking  their forms often in a playful manner. 00:15:55.140 --> 00:16:00.180 While at first, 054 would retreat back to its  fountain when it wasn’t interacting with staff,   00:16:00.180 --> 00:16:03.600 as time went on, it seemed to  grow more and more comfortable,   00:16:03.600 --> 00:16:07.620 and eventually came to spend almost  all of its time outside of the water,   00:16:07.620 --> 00:16:11.400 though it would still always return back  to the safety of the fountain and disappear   00:16:11.400 --> 00:16:15.000 into the water when attempts were made to  extract samples directly from its body. 00:16:15.000 --> 00:16:19.860 Though it avoided having its water drawn,  it was through a variety of different tests   00:16:19.860 --> 00:16:26.280 by SCP researcher Dr. Seskel that much of the  Foundation’s knowledge of SCP-054 was gained,   00:16:26.280 --> 00:16:28.260 though whether the methods researchers used   00:16:28.260 --> 00:16:31.680 to acquire this information were  appropriate is up to you to decide. 00:16:32.400 --> 00:16:39.720 In a test dubbed the “Water Loss Experiment”,  SCP-054 was denied access to water. As a result,   00:16:39.720 --> 00:16:46.020 its shape changed, with 054 becoming more compact,  most likely in order to reduce its surface area   00:16:46.020 --> 00:16:50.580 as much as possible and reduce the rate of  evaporation that occurred. For the first few   00:16:50.580 --> 00:16:55.500 days after access to water was removed, It would  happily greet anyone who entered its containment   00:16:55.500 --> 00:17:00.360 cell, which may indicate that it was attempting  to charm staff into providing water. When   00:17:00.360 --> 00:17:05.460 after a few days its water supply was still not  turned on, it stopped acting especially cheery,   00:17:05.460 --> 00:17:09.660 perhaps realizing that its happy disposition  was doing nothing to advance its cause. 00:17:10.500 --> 00:17:16.320 In an Extreme Temperature Test, researchers were  authorized to experiment with subjecting SCP-054   00:17:16.320 --> 00:17:21.900 to temperatures below zero degrees celsius. The  entity became more and more lethargic as the   00:17:21.900 --> 00:17:27.000 temperature in the testing area was lowered,  and it eventually froze completely. Ice chips   00:17:27.000 --> 00:17:31.800 were collected for study, but analysis revealed no  abnormalities or differences from standard water. 00:17:32.520 --> 00:17:37.260 The opposite test was also performed, and the  temperature was raised to 95 degrees celsius,   00:17:37.260 --> 00:17:43.140 just shy of the 100 degree boiling point  of water. 054 became very aggressive   00:17:43.140 --> 00:17:47.040 as the temperature approached the upper  threshold at which water can remain a liquid,   00:17:47.040 --> 00:17:52.080 and it attempted to escape the testing enclosure.  Researchers noticed that following this test,   00:17:52.080 --> 00:17:55.980 the entity became increasingly resistant  to being moved from its containment cell   00:17:55.980 --> 00:17:59.820 to the testing area, likely fearing that  the researchers intended to do it harm. 00:18:00.360 --> 00:18:06.360 SCP-054’s memory was tested as well, and it  proved very skilled at solving puzzles and   00:18:06.360 --> 00:18:11.940 navigating mazes. Researchers initially had  an issue with motivating 054 to participate,   00:18:11.940 --> 00:18:17.100 but Dr. Seskel discovered that the anomaly was  quite responsive to the use of electrical shocks.   00:18:17.100 --> 00:18:22.440 The researchers would often push 054 too hard  in these tests though, and soon found that   00:18:22.440 --> 00:18:26.340 they would need to give it a 48 hour rest  period between any strenuous experiments. 00:18:26.340 --> 00:18:32.280 The final test performed was meant to gain some  insight into how SCP-054 maintains its form,   00:18:32.280 --> 00:18:38.820 by seeing how it reacted to a Hydrochloric acid  solution. It unsurprisingly resisted this test,   00:18:38.820 --> 00:18:41.220 and the temperature in the  testing area was lowered to   00:18:41.220 --> 00:18:44.700 just above freezing in order to  try and control its behavior. 00:18:44.700 --> 00:18:50.700 This did not prove to be enough though. SCP-054  fought back against Dr. Seskel and his research   00:18:50.700 --> 00:18:55.860 assistant, seriously injuring both of them and  necessitating a halt to the test. In fact all   00:18:55.860 --> 00:19:01.080 testing on SCP-054 was stopped following this  incident, as it appeared to develop an extreme   00:19:01.080 --> 00:19:05.280 mistrust of males, who made up the majority of  the staff who had been performing the tests. 00:19:05.940 --> 00:19:12.780 Following this attack on the Foundation staff,  SCP-054 was classified as Euclid. However once   00:19:12.780 --> 00:19:17.400 the tests ceased and 054 no longer had to come  in contact with the research staff who were in   00:19:17.400 --> 00:19:21.000 charge of the experiments, there was  a span of over five years without any   00:19:21.000 --> 00:19:26.640 further incidents. Following this period,  SCP-054’s rating was downgraded to Safe,   00:19:26.640 --> 00:19:31.980 and now seems willing to begin participating in  experiments once again, though now all tests fall   00:19:31.980 --> 00:19:36.960 under the purview of Biology Unit E7 and the  use of only female personnel is recommended. 00:19:37.560 --> 00:19:43.680 Though classified as Safe, caution must still be  maintained when working with SCP-054. Maintenance   00:19:43.680 --> 00:19:47.580 personnel are required to wear Chemical Suits  when working inside the containment area,   00:19:47.580 --> 00:19:52.800 and must spend ten minutes in a special drying  room once they exit to ensure that 054 has   00:19:52.800 --> 00:19:57.120 not somehow managed to cling to any part of  them. In the event of a containment breach,   00:19:57.120 --> 00:20:00.960 the entire enclosure is to be flushed  with liquid nitrogen to freeze the entity. 00:20:01.680 --> 00:20:06.480 Is the Water Nymph an example of the SCP  Foundation going too far? Containing a   00:20:06.480 --> 00:20:11.280 harmless anomaly who appears happy and benign  until harm is done to it? Or is this simply   00:20:11.280 --> 00:20:15.180 the price we must pay in order to further  our knowledge of anomalies, and potentially   00:20:15.180 --> 00:20:20.400 stop a dangerous threat to humanity. The  answer to that question… is up to you. 00:20:21.120 --> 00:20:24.540 A violent storm rocks a merchant ship back and forth. 00:20:24.540 --> 00:20:28.980 Huge waves roll over the deck and threaten to capsize the vessel. 00:20:29.700 --> 00:20:34.560 A merchant sailor grips the railing, trying with all his might not to be thrown overboard. 00:20:35.400 --> 00:20:38.280 With a loud twang a cable snaps loose. 00:20:38.280 --> 00:20:40.440 A hand suddenly grabs his shoulder. 00:20:40.440 --> 00:20:43.980 He turns around with a fright to see that it's one of his shipmates. 00:20:45.060 --> 00:20:49.620 He points towards the bow of the ship and yells over the roar of the storm that they 00:20:49.620 --> 00:20:50.760 need to try and repair it. 00:20:51.840 --> 00:20:55.920 The two men make their way to the front of the ship and the sailor starts working to 00:20:55.920 --> 00:20:56.940 fix the broken cable. 00:20:56.940 --> 00:20:59.820 He looks up to see that his mate is no longer working. 00:20:59.820 --> 00:21:03.600 He’s staring straight past him, and there’s fear in his eyes. 00:21:04.320 --> 00:21:08.400 The sailor turns around to see a massive tentacle sticking out of the sea. 00:21:08.400 --> 00:21:11.940 The huge appendage is mind boggling in its size. 00:21:11.940 --> 00:21:17.400 He can only stand there, marveling at it, until it begins violently smashing against 00:21:17.400 --> 00:21:18.020 the deck. 00:21:18.020 --> 00:21:23.340 The sailor dives out of the way just before the tentacle crashes down right where he was 00:21:23.340 --> 00:21:26.520 standing… where his crewmate was still locked in fear. 00:21:27.240 --> 00:21:32.100 The ship is in chaos as more tentacles appear and slam the deck over and over. 00:21:32.760 --> 00:21:36.240 One cracks the deck right next to him, sending him flying. 00:21:36.240 --> 00:21:39.000 He comes to moments later in a wreckage pile. 00:21:39.000 --> 00:21:41.100 Nothing else has changed though. 00:21:41.100 --> 00:21:45.240 Whatever this monster is, it's not stopping its assault on the ship. 00:21:45.240 --> 00:21:50.280 The sailor stands up and picks up a sharpened piece of wood from the pile he was lying in. 00:21:50.280 --> 00:21:55.320 He runs over to the nearest tentacle and thrusts the sharpened stick into its flesh. 00:21:55.320 --> 00:22:00.000 There’s a mighty roar from the sea and the tentacles stop their onslaught. 00:22:00.000 --> 00:22:03.540 They go limp before sliding into the sea. 00:22:03.540 --> 00:22:06.300 The sailor looks around at the carnage that’s been wrought. 00:22:06.300 --> 00:22:08.760 Dead bodies and debris litter the deck. 00:22:09.540 --> 00:22:15.060 He moves to check on his crewmates when right in front of him, bursting from the sea, is 00:22:15.060 --> 00:22:17.400 the head of the biggest squid he has ever seen. 00:22:17.400 --> 00:22:20.820 A massive beast that must be a thousand meters long. 00:22:20.820 --> 00:22:25.740 Whatever he had seen before of this creature, was truly just the tip of the iceberg. 00:22:26.460 --> 00:22:31.080 With another roar the creature lifts up out of the water and wraps its arms around the 00:22:31.080 --> 00:22:31.200 ship. 00:22:31.200 --> 00:22:37.320 The sailor only has time to duck down and close his eyes before the entire ship is pulled 00:22:37.320 --> 00:22:38.580 down beneath the waves. 00:22:40.080 --> 00:22:44.340 With a gasp the sailor breaks the surface, screaming and gulping for air. 00:22:44.340 --> 00:22:48.420 He’s alone now, treading water in the middle of the ocean during a storm. 00:22:48.420 --> 00:22:50.100 But not for long. 00:22:50.760 --> 00:22:55.380 The squid reappears, its head slowly rising out of the water just in front of him. 00:22:55.380 --> 00:23:01.500 It’s head, the size of a house, has two giant, uncaring black eyes that seem to both 00:23:01.500 --> 00:23:02.700 see him and not. 00:23:02.700 --> 00:23:08.400 It extends a tentacle toward him as it leans back in the water, exposing its huge, beaked 00:23:08.400 --> 00:23:08.640 mouth. 00:23:08.640 --> 00:23:14.400 It wraps its powerful arms around him and starts to pull him towards it when suddenly 00:23:14.400 --> 00:23:15.960 there’s an explosion. 00:23:15.960 --> 00:23:18.300 The squid has been struck by something. 00:23:18.300 --> 00:23:22.200 Both the sailor and the creature turn to see the most incredible thing. 00:23:22.200 --> 00:23:27.420 A battleship is coming towards them, slowly rising out the ocean as if it were somehow 00:23:27.420 --> 00:23:28.140 submerged. 00:23:28.140 --> 00:23:30.180 And it's firing on the creature. 00:23:30.180 --> 00:23:34.140 The squid drops him and starts heading towards the ship. 00:23:34.140 --> 00:23:37.140 This is going to be a battle for the ages. 00:23:38.100 --> 00:23:43.440 While this sailor had no idea what he was witnessing, the SCP Foundation was all too 00:23:43.440 --> 00:23:43.980 familiar. 00:23:43.980 --> 00:23:49.620 This was yet another incident of SCP-2846… also known as… 00:23:49.620 --> 00:23:52.080 The Squid and the Sailor. 00:23:53.640 --> 00:23:56.100 But first, a quick personal request from me. 00:23:56.100 --> 00:24:01.260 I need your help to spread the word about the lesser known anomalies in the SCP Foundation’s 00:24:01.260 --> 00:24:01.620 archives. 00:24:01.620 --> 00:24:07.260 The best thing you can do to help me is subscribe, turn on notifications, and then go tell your 00:24:07.260 --> 00:24:08.160 friends to do the same. 00:24:08.160 --> 00:24:12.780 This is a huge help and will let me bring you more and more SCP anomalies. 00:24:12.780 --> 00:24:14.580 Now, back to our file. 00:24:14.580 --> 00:24:20.880 SCP-2846 is the name given to a set of phenomena that occur in the Gulf-Atlantic region. 00:24:20.880 --> 00:24:29.700 These phenomena consist of interactions between two entities, known as SCP-2846-A and SCP-2846-B. 00:24:30.300 --> 00:24:36.720 2846-A is a gigantic, aquatic creature that resembles a cephalopod, though no similar 00:24:36.720 --> 00:24:40.920 organism has been discovered that is even close to approaching its size, with estimates 00:24:40.920 --> 00:24:45.900 placing 2846-A at being at least 950 meters in length. 00:24:45.900 --> 00:24:51.540 This creature appears in areas of deep water during storms and will attack civilian vessels, 00:24:51.540 --> 00:24:54.060 especially cruise ships and merchant vessels. 00:24:54.060 --> 00:24:59.160 These attacks are sporadic and follow no known patterns other than that they take place during 00:24:59.160 --> 00:24:59.940 inclement weather. 00:24:59.940 --> 00:25:04.980 They are sudden and without warning, and will nearly always result in the complete destruction 00:25:04.980 --> 00:25:07.500 of the targeted vessel if they’re not intercepted. 00:25:08.100 --> 00:25:15.000 Attempting to stop these attacks is SCP-2846-B, a large seafaring vessel that in its current 00:25:15.000 --> 00:25:17.940 form, resembles a  Pennsylvania-Class super-dreadnought  00:25:17.940 --> 00:25:20.280 battleship, though it appears hazy in photos 00:25:20.280 --> 00:25:25.380 and videos, as if it translucent, and eye witness observers have described the ship 00:25:25.380 --> 00:25:26.940 as looking “vaporous.” 00:25:26.940 --> 00:25:33.600 Just like SCP-2846-A, this ship will appear from deep water, surfacing near the site of 00:25:33.600 --> 00:25:34.920 a 2846-A event. 00:25:34.920 --> 00:25:39.900 The vessel will fire on the creature, drawing its attention, and the two will then engage 00:25:39.900 --> 00:25:40.680 in a heated battle. 00:25:40.680 --> 00:25:47.340 The two will continue fighting until SCP-2846-A is rendered immobile or completely incapacitated, 00:25:47.340 --> 00:25:49.920 after which it will sink down into the sea. 00:25:49.920 --> 00:25:54.960 Following its victory, the ship too will then submerge and disappear beneath the waves. 00:25:55.560 --> 00:26:01.620 SCP-2846-A is believed to have existed for thousands of years, and may be even older 00:26:01.620 --> 00:26:02.040 than that. 00:26:02.040 --> 00:26:06.780 The creature’s existence was first recorded in an Icelandic saga from the 13th century, 00:26:06.780 --> 00:26:12.420 but the Foundation’s first documented sighting came in 1905 when an agent working for the 00:26:12.420 --> 00:26:17.280 Foundation, one Admiral Reginald Von Allen, spotted the creature surfacing with a whale 00:26:17.280 --> 00:26:19.140 wrapped effortlessly in its tentacles. 00:26:19.680 --> 00:26:24.360 Soon after spotting it, a ship-of-the-line surfaced as well to do battle with the creature. 00:26:24.360 --> 00:26:28.260 The Admiral tried to signal the crew that he could see on the deck of the ship, but 00:26:28.260 --> 00:26:32.040 the vessel descended back below the surface before any communication could take place. 00:26:32.820 --> 00:26:39.840 In 1935, the mysterious ship appeared again, near the SCPS Hildegard, and this time the 00:26:39.840 --> 00:26:42.300 anomalous vessel was the one  to initiate communication. 00:26:42.960 --> 00:26:49.980 Some of the crew of the ship, designated as SCP-2846-B1 through B915, came aboard the 00:26:49.980 --> 00:26:53.940 Foundation ship and engaged in a conversation with Captain Levi Hanson. 00:26:53.940 --> 00:27:01.500 SCP-2846-B1 identified himself as David Thomas Jones of the Royal Navy, and went on to explain 00:27:01.500 --> 00:27:07.680 that their ship had been sunk by a monster resembling SCP-2846-A over 300 years in the 00:27:07.680 --> 00:27:07.860 past. 00:27:07.860 --> 00:27:13.020 He described how after sinking into the darkness of the sea, he awoke on a mysterious shore 00:27:13.020 --> 00:27:17.940 where he met with a woman who referred to herself as Calypso, the goddess of the sea. 00:27:17.940 --> 00:27:22.680 She explained how she had sealed the leviathans that prowled the depths of the ocean in a 00:27:22.680 --> 00:27:27.000 pit, but that over time, the seal she had placed on it had begun to weaken. 00:27:27.000 --> 00:27:32.460 A titan had escaped and taken the form of the most deadly creature in the sea… the 00:27:32.460 --> 00:27:33.360 kraken. 00:27:33.360 --> 00:27:38.040 Calypso feared that the creature would attempt to further destroy the seal and release its 00:27:38.040 --> 00:27:41.880 monstrous brethren, a disaster that would result in the end of all human life. 00:27:41.880 --> 00:27:46.380 She requested that Jones pursue the creature along with his crew for as long as needed, 00:27:46.380 --> 00:27:49.380 and in return they would be granted immortality. 00:27:49.920 --> 00:27:54.120 Jones agreed, and his endless battle against the anomaly began that day. 00:27:54.120 --> 00:27:58.980 The reason he had now come aboard a foundation ship was directly related to this task. 00:27:59.640 --> 00:28:05.520 SCP-2846-A had grown more powerful over the years, larger, and bolder too. 00:28:05.520 --> 00:28:10.560 He and his men couldn’t die, but many more would if they were no longer able to subdue 00:28:10.560 --> 00:28:11.040 the beast. 00:28:11.040 --> 00:28:13.560 He needed something from the SCP Foundation… 00:28:13.560 --> 00:28:15.720 He needed a bigger boat. 00:28:16.260 --> 00:28:20.700 Following this conversation, and seeing the value in allowing Jones and his crew to continue 00:28:20.700 --> 00:28:25.380 their mission, the Foundation commandeered a newly built Pennsylvania-class super-dreadnought 00:28:25.380 --> 00:28:28.260 battleship from the US Navy - The USS Montana. 00:28:28.260 --> 00:28:32.820 The ship was sunk 15 kilometers from a Foundation naval facility in Cuba. 00:28:32.820 --> 00:28:37.920 Thirty hours later, the ship surfaced from the sea, though it was now more heavily armed 00:28:37.920 --> 00:28:40.140 than the USS Montana had been. 00:28:40.140 --> 00:28:46.320 As part of the agreement, SCP-2846-B was fitted with an explosive device that is capable of 00:28:46.320 --> 00:28:50.280 completely destroying the ship should the crew for some reason ever turn their guns 00:28:50.280 --> 00:28:52.380 on Foundation or other human targets. 00:28:52.380 --> 00:29:00.000 In 2013, an important discovery was made after a tracker was attached to SCP-2846-A. Deep 00:29:00.000 --> 00:29:04.860 in the Atlantic, roughly 1,300 nautical miles west of Florida, a depression in the ocean 00:29:04.860 --> 00:29:07.860 floor with a large iron object on top of it was found. 00:29:07.860 --> 00:29:13.260 2846 seems to return to this site over and over where it has been observed clearing the 00:29:13.260 --> 00:29:14.040 rocks from the area. 00:29:14.040 --> 00:29:17.400 And it appears that it is almost finished with its task. 00:29:17.400 --> 00:29:21.060 The iron plate on top of the depression is nearly exposed. 00:29:21.060 --> 00:29:27.180 It’s not known exactly what’s underneath, but whatever it is, it’s hot, very hot, 00:29:27.180 --> 00:29:30.780 with temperatures near it measured at over 4,000 degrees celsius. 00:29:30.780 --> 00:29:35.940 It’s feared that whatever the creature is trying to unearth, it would lead to an XK 00:29:35.940 --> 00:29:40.380 end of the world scenario, and it is imperative that it not be allowed to do so. 00:29:41.160 --> 00:29:44.640 And there’s more bad news when it comes to SCP-2846. 00:29:45.180 --> 00:29:51.780 In 2014, the Foundation ship SCPS Pristine was pursuing a large underwater organism assumed 00:29:51.780 --> 00:29:58.140 to be SCP-2846-A and signaled to 2846-B to surface and dispatch the creature, in what 00:29:58.140 --> 00:30:00.000 had become the normal operating procedure. 00:30:00.000 --> 00:30:04.620 Something strange happened though, and the Pristine was suddenly struck by a mysterious 00:30:04.620 --> 00:30:05.100 force. 00:30:05.100 --> 00:30:12.120 As SCP-2846-B began to engage with the now surfaced 2846-B, the crew of the Pristine 00:30:12.120 --> 00:30:16.440 reported seeing numerous eyes appearing and disappearing in the water below the ship. 00:30:16.440 --> 00:30:18.420 They had never seen anything like it. 00:30:18.420 --> 00:30:23.940 The ship was struck again as satellite images spotted an enormous entity directly beneath 00:30:23.940 --> 00:30:24.240 the ship. 00:30:25.200 --> 00:30:29.100 The Pristine began taking on water and the crew was forced to abandon ship. 00:30:29.760 --> 00:30:35.340 Two other SCP ships in the area fired on the strange, many-eyed entity, causing it to once 00:30:35.340 --> 00:30:42.300 again disappear into the depths of the ocean as SCP-2846-B banished 2846-A to the ocean 00:30:42.300 --> 00:30:42.960 once again. 00:30:43.620 --> 00:30:49.620 Due to the ongoing danger of SCP-2846-A, it has been classified as Keter. 00:30:49.620 --> 00:30:54.840 In the event of an appearance, Mobile Task Force Tau-11, also known as the Can Openers, 00:30:54.840 --> 00:30:59.940 who are stationed aboard the SCPS Nikolai are to utilize a special transmission device 00:30:59.940 --> 00:31:05.340 to signal the crew of SCP-2846-B and maintain contact with them throughout their engagement 00:31:05.340 --> 00:31:06.540 with the creature. 00:31:06.540 --> 00:31:11.580 Tau-11’s primary mission is to minimize civilian exposure to the anomaly, and any 00:31:11.580 --> 00:31:16.440 non Foundation ships that come in contact with either 2846 entity are to be moved from 00:31:16.440 --> 00:31:20.280 the area, and all aboard the craft are to be given Class C amnestics. 00:31:20.280 --> 00:31:26.640 The SCPS Nikolai’s captain has been given permission to fire on SCP-2846-A to assist 00:31:26.640 --> 00:31:32.340 in the fight, and should 2846-B turn hostile for any reason, the explosive device on board 00:31:32.340 --> 00:31:33.900 is to be detonated. 00:31:34.620 --> 00:31:40.620 It is still unknown just the entity that attacked and destroyed the SCPS Pristine was, but the 00:31:40.620 --> 00:31:46.140 ease with which it dispensed of the vessel has many in the Foundation worried that SCP-2846-A 00:31:46.140 --> 00:31:50.640 has already been able to release one of its brethren from its prison, and at this point, 00:31:50.640 --> 00:31:53.520 stopping them may no longer be an option. 00:31:54.240 --> 00:31:57.300 At first glance, it looks like a perfectly ordinary bathroom. 00:31:57.300 --> 00:32:01.020 Nothing to suggest that anything weird is going on here. 00:32:01.020 --> 00:32:05.460 Certainly, if the D-class personnel assigned to investigate this facility had encountered 00:32:05.460 --> 00:32:09.360 this room in the wild… if he walked into a bathroom that looked like this while visiting 00:32:09.360 --> 00:32:13.440 a friend’s house or lunching in a restaurant, or even stopping at a gas station rest stop, 00:32:13.440 --> 00:32:16.200 he wouldn’t have any reason to think anything was amiss. 00:32:16.740 --> 00:32:22.260 But this is the SCP Foundation, so he knows that nothing here is as it seems. 00:32:23.040 --> 00:32:25.920 He glances briefly up at the camera installed in the ceiling. 00:32:26.520 --> 00:32:31.380 The lens aperture dilates briefly, focusing on his face, and he knows that an SCP technical 00:32:31.380 --> 00:32:33.480 on the other end is watching his every move. 00:32:33.480 --> 00:32:38.760 He grimaces, fully aware that his status as a member of D-class personnel means that every 00:32:38.760 --> 00:32:40.380 experiment could be his last. 00:32:41.100 --> 00:32:45.360 That knowledge doesn’t exactly endear him to the Foundation or its mission, but it’s 00:32:45.360 --> 00:32:48.420 not like he has much of a choice in picking his assignments. 00:32:48.420 --> 00:32:51.120 Suddenly a voice crackles to life over the intercom. 00:32:51.120 --> 00:32:55.020 “Please step fully into the bathroom,” says the researcher on the other end of the 00:32:55.020 --> 00:32:55.380 camera feed. 00:32:55.920 --> 00:32:58.740 “What’s this all about?” asks the D-class personnel. 00:32:58.740 --> 00:33:00.420 “This is just a bathroom, isn’t it? 00:33:00.420 --> 00:33:01.800 That’s so special about this place.” 00:33:02.520 --> 00:33:03.780 His eyes scan the room. 00:33:03.780 --> 00:33:06.600 The floor is covered with smooth, white tiles. 00:33:06.600 --> 00:33:11.340 The walls are a soothing light blue color, reminiscent of a calm ocean, the sort of color 00:33:11.340 --> 00:33:14.700 that you might pick for its soothing effect when you need to make use of these facilities. 00:33:15.420 --> 00:33:19.020 A large mirror is fixed to the wall, before a countertop with a sink. 00:33:19.020 --> 00:33:23.640 Next to the sink, there’s a toilet, and next to that, a bathtub with a shower. 00:33:23.640 --> 00:33:27.540 There’s a scrubbing brush and a plunger stashed behind the toilet tank, and a fuzzy 00:33:27.540 --> 00:33:29.280 shag cover stretched over the toilet lid. 00:33:29.280 --> 00:33:30.780 It’s all very ordinary. 00:33:30.780 --> 00:33:33.120 It’s much too ordinary, he thinks. 00:33:33.780 --> 00:33:35.520 A sudden horrible thought occurs to him. 00:33:35.520 --> 00:33:39.960 “You’re not gonna watch me use the toilet?” he asks, a slight edge of panic in his voice. 00:33:39.960 --> 00:33:44.220 That’s absurd, of course, but… here at the SCP Foundation, there’s nothing that 00:33:44.220 --> 00:33:45.360 he would put past these people. 00:33:45.360 --> 00:33:50.220 They’ve always got some new weirdness happening and it wouldn’t at all surprise him to learn 00:33:50.220 --> 00:33:53.160 that they would want to watch him at his most exposed. 00:33:53.160 --> 00:33:55.020 The voice comes back over the intercom. 00:33:55.020 --> 00:33:55.740 “What? 00:33:55.740 --> 00:33:55.905 No! 00:33:55.905 --> 00:33:58.860 You don’t need to use the… look, just step forward. 00:33:58.860 --> 00:34:01.380 Literally all that I want you to do is to step into the room.” 00:34:02.160 --> 00:34:03.660 The D-Class smirks to himself. 00:34:03.660 --> 00:34:07.080 He’s already been through more of these crazy experiments than he would care to remember 00:34:07.080 --> 00:34:11.640 and he has the scars to prove it… it gives him a small measure of satisfaction to hear 00:34:11.640 --> 00:34:12.900 the agent getting flustered. 00:34:12.900 --> 00:34:17.700 Even if he has to participate in these dangerous experiments, he can at least make things awkward 00:34:17.700 --> 00:34:18.600 for his tormentors. 00:34:18.600 --> 00:34:21.720 That seems like a little bit of poetic justice to him! 00:34:22.380 --> 00:34:24.720 As the agent requested, though, he steps forward. 00:34:24.720 --> 00:34:29.040 The moment that he’s cleared the threshold, the door slams behind him with a crash. 00:34:29.580 --> 00:34:31.620 The D-class jumps in surprise and shouts. 00:34:31.620 --> 00:34:32.100 “What the!? 00:34:32.100 --> 00:34:33.180 Why’d you do that?” 00:34:33.180 --> 00:34:35.580 “I didn’t do that,” says the voice over the intercom. 00:34:35.580 --> 00:34:38.220 Of course, thinks the D-class personnel. 00:34:38.220 --> 00:34:39.780 He should have expected this. 00:34:39.780 --> 00:34:44.100 He grabs the doorknob and tries to yank the door open – but the door is stuck fast. 00:34:44.100 --> 00:34:48.120 He yanks again, harder this time, but the result is the same. 00:34:48.120 --> 00:34:49.740 The door doesn’t budge at all. 00:34:50.340 --> 00:34:51.360 “The door’s stuck!” 00:34:51.360 --> 00:34:52.500 cries the D-class. 00:34:52.500 --> 00:34:56.160 He feels his heart start to beat faster and his temperature begins to rise. 00:34:56.160 --> 00:34:58.680 What terrible thing does this room plan to do to him? 00:34:58.680 --> 00:35:01.440 But after a moment, he begins to calm down. 00:35:01.440 --> 00:35:04.320 It doesn’t seem like this room is planning to do anything. 00:35:04.320 --> 00:35:06.480 Maybe it’s just a room with a weird door? 00:35:07.080 --> 00:35:11.340 But if that was the case, then why would the SCP Foundation be interested in this? 00:35:11.340 --> 00:35:13.560 “Just hang tight,” says the agent. 00:35:13.560 --> 00:35:15.360 “I’ll see what I can do about getting that door open.” 00:35:15.900 --> 00:35:19.860 A few moments later, the agent arrives at the door to the bathroom and gives it a sharp 00:35:19.860 --> 00:35:20.040 yank. 00:35:20.040 --> 00:35:21.420 It doesn’t budge. 00:35:21.420 --> 00:35:23.220 “Door’s stuck,” she says. 00:35:23.220 --> 00:35:24.840 The D-Class rolls his eyes. 00:35:24.840 --> 00:35:26.220 Of course, it’s stuck. 00:35:26.220 --> 00:35:28.920 “Hold on a second, I’ll go get a technician,” she says. 00:35:28.920 --> 00:35:33.120 The D-Class personnel listens to the sound of the agent’s feet retreating into the 00:35:33.120 --> 00:35:33.240 distance. 00:35:33.240 --> 00:35:37.200 He sits down on the closed toilet and buries his face in his hands. 00:35:37.200 --> 00:35:38.340 What a day! 00:35:38.340 --> 00:35:40.920 Is he going to be trapped inside this bathroom forever? 00:35:41.460 --> 00:35:44.880 He can’t help but speculate, but he tries not to think about it. 00:35:44.880 --> 00:35:46.860 He’s more annoyed than anything, truth be told. 00:35:46.860 --> 00:35:51.060 He wonders if the agent is actually going for help or if she’s still just sitting 00:35:51.060 --> 00:35:54.840 in her cubicle, watching him through the camera and waiting for the other shoe to drop. 00:35:55.500 --> 00:35:58.200 His eyes flick to the camera and he furrows his brow. 00:35:58.200 --> 00:36:03.240 He's so intent on the camera that he doesn’t notice as a dark shape slowly bubbles out 00:36:03.240 --> 00:36:04.380 from the bathtub drain. 00:36:04.380 --> 00:36:07.500 It’s a cockroach, a perfectly ordinary cockroach. 00:36:07.500 --> 00:36:08.820 Or is it? 00:36:08.820 --> 00:36:13.140 The roach remains motionless for a moment, perfectly still except for the subtle twitch 00:36:13.140 --> 00:36:13.980 of its antennas. 00:36:14.520 --> 00:36:16.680 Then, all at once, it starts to move. 00:36:16.680 --> 00:36:21.420 The roach scuttles across the tub, scaling the porcelain walls, and runs across the counter. 00:36:22.020 --> 00:36:26.640 Like all cockroaches, it seems confused now that it’s emerged into the light and eager 00:36:26.640 --> 00:36:28.320 to find a dark corner where it can hide again. 00:36:28.920 --> 00:36:33.540 It reaches the edge of the countertop, but, of course, a sheer cliff is no obstacle for 00:36:33.540 --> 00:36:34.020 an insect. 00:36:34.020 --> 00:36:37.560 It shimmies down the cabinet and makes a dash across the tiled floor. 00:36:38.280 --> 00:36:41.640 That’s when the moving roach finally catches the eye of the D-class personnel. 00:36:41.640 --> 00:36:45.360 He yelps in surprise and pulls his feet up, his knees going flush with his chest. 00:36:45.360 --> 00:36:49.920 The roach looks oddly out of place in this clean and well-maintained bathroom, and the 00:36:49.920 --> 00:36:54.060 sight of this disgusting little vermin fills the D-class with a sudden and deep sense of 00:36:54.060 --> 00:36:54.420 loathing. 00:36:55.140 --> 00:36:58.140 “That’s one massive cockroach,” he mumbles to himself. 00:36:58.800 --> 00:37:02.640 Almost as if it heard his words, the roach starts to skitter toward him. 00:37:02.640 --> 00:37:04.860 The D-Class does not like that at all. 00:37:04.860 --> 00:37:08.820 Without hesitation, he immediately stomps on the roach – bringing his foot down with 00:37:08.820 --> 00:37:12.780 a definite THUD and then grinding the unfortunate insect under his heel. 00:37:12.780 --> 00:37:16.200 The sound is loud enough to attract the attention of the agent behind the camera. 00:37:16.200 --> 00:37:20.700 Apparently, she must have returned to her post after sending a request for a technician. 00:37:21.240 --> 00:37:22.020 “What was that?” 00:37:22.020 --> 00:37:24.300 she asks, her voice crackling over the intercom. 00:37:24.900 --> 00:37:27.600 “There was a really huge cockroach, just came out of the tub. 00:37:27.600 --> 00:37:29.220 C’mon, hurry up and get the door open… 00:37:29.220 --> 00:37:30.360 I don’t like it in here. 00:37:30.360 --> 00:37:31.380 There might be more of them!” 00:37:31.380 --> 00:37:33.480 “Okay, okay,” says the agent. 00:37:33.480 --> 00:37:34.680 “Just hold on for a second. 00:37:34.680 --> 00:37:36.360 Help will be here in just a couple minutes. 00:37:36.360 --> 00:37:37.800 Don’t be so jumpy. 00:37:37.800 --> 00:37:39.420 It’s just a bug, after all, nothing to worry about.” 00:37:39.420 --> 00:37:42.600 The D-Class Personnel isn’t so sure of that. 00:37:42.600 --> 00:37:47.100 After all, when you’re dealing with unknown anomalies like those in the SCP archives, 00:37:47.100 --> 00:37:49.140 can you ever just “not worry?” 00:37:49.140 --> 00:37:53.460 He pulls his shoe off, stands up from the toilet, and walks over to the sink. 00:37:53.460 --> 00:37:58.200 Grumbling to himself, he turns the faucet and starts to wash the insect ichor off the 00:37:58.200 --> 00:37:58.980 bottom of his shoe. 00:37:58.980 --> 00:38:03.660 He’s too intent on his activity to notice that a second cockroach has already popped 00:38:03.660 --> 00:38:04.800 out of the bathtub drain. 00:38:04.800 --> 00:38:07.200 Like the first one, it hesitates for a moment. 00:38:07.200 --> 00:38:12.300 And then it scuttles across the tub, scales the walls, and makes a beeline for its deceased 00:38:12.300 --> 00:38:12.720 comrade. 00:38:12.720 --> 00:38:17.160 As this happens, a third roach emerges from the drain, and a fourth. 00:38:17.160 --> 00:38:21.900 By the time the D-Class turns around, a whole battalion of cockroaches has entered the bathroom. 00:38:21.900 --> 00:38:26.460 His eyes go wide as he takes in the scene: a good dozen roaches have clustered around 00:38:26.460 --> 00:38:29.400 the first, smashed roach, all feeding on its carcass. 00:38:30.060 --> 00:38:33.360 It’s a grisly scene and the D-class is immediately revolted. 00:38:33.360 --> 00:38:37.500 He knows nothing about roaches, nothing that might suggest to him that this is in any way 00:38:37.500 --> 00:38:41.580 unusual behavior for these insects, but he doesn’t really care – it looks disgusting 00:38:41.580 --> 00:38:43.620 and he’s positive that it isn’t natural. 00:38:44.400 --> 00:38:45.300 “I don’t like this! 00:38:45.300 --> 00:38:47.880 I don’t like this!” he yells, panic rising in his voice. 00:38:47.880 --> 00:38:48.840 “Get me out of here! 00:38:48.840 --> 00:38:50.280 Hurry up and open the stupid door!” 00:38:50.280 --> 00:38:54.840 The observing agent, safe in her office, doesn’t share the D-class personnel’s terror. 00:38:54.840 --> 00:38:58.740 From her point of view, she’s just watching a man freak out over a couple of perfectly 00:38:58.740 --> 00:38:59.700 ordinary bugs. 00:39:00.300 --> 00:39:04.140 Of course, the scene takes on a whole different feel when you’re not the one being asked 00:39:04.140 --> 00:39:07.200 to expose yourself to strange and potentially dangerous SCPs. 00:39:07.200 --> 00:39:09.720 She can’t help but chuckle at the scene. 00:39:09.720 --> 00:39:10.620 “It’s not funny!” 00:39:10.620 --> 00:39:14.940 cries the D-class, once again jumping on the toilet and pulling up his legs into a fetal 00:39:14.940 --> 00:39:15.120 position. 00:39:15.120 --> 00:39:16.740 “Those things are huge! 00:39:16.740 --> 00:39:19.260 You better get me out of here now or… or… or…” 00:39:19.260 --> 00:39:23.760 He struggles to think of some threat that might convince the agent to take him seriously, 00:39:23.760 --> 00:39:24.840 but he fails. 00:39:24.840 --> 00:39:27.600 The agent is too busy taking notes on the situation. 00:39:27.600 --> 00:39:32.280 The roaches look to be ordinary specimens of the American cockroach, each about five 00:39:32.280 --> 00:39:33.420 or six centimeters long. 00:39:34.080 --> 00:39:38.280 When the group of roaches has devoured their smashed comrade, that’s when things start 00:39:38.280 --> 00:39:39.780 to get really strange. 00:39:39.780 --> 00:39:42.720 The small group turns, as one, toward the D-class. 00:39:42.720 --> 00:39:45.120 Now that is weird, thinks the agent. 00:39:45.120 --> 00:39:49.440 The D-class probably thinks the same, because he starts to scream incoherently. 00:39:49.440 --> 00:39:54.180 Both agent and D-class are so focused on the roaches that they don’t notice something 00:39:54.180 --> 00:39:56.280 even more sinister happening in the bathtub. 00:39:56.280 --> 00:40:01.260 A dark, tar-like substance has started to seep out of the drain, gradually filling the 00:40:01.260 --> 00:40:01.620 bathtub. 00:40:01.620 --> 00:40:06.360 The agent is too busy trying to soothe the D-Class, trying to convince him to stop screaming 00:40:06.360 --> 00:40:10.440 and start explaining the scene to her in rational detail so that she can add his observations 00:40:10.440 --> 00:40:11.220 to her notes. 00:40:11.220 --> 00:40:16.500 Meanwhile, the oily black tar continues to bubble from the drain, the surface level rising 00:40:16.500 --> 00:40:19.560 until the tub is approximately one-fifth full of black goo. 00:40:20.280 --> 00:40:22.560 The D-class’ eyes suddenly alight on the tub. 00:40:22.560 --> 00:40:25.020 “What the… what’s this?” he mutters. 00:40:25.020 --> 00:40:30.840 Suddenly, dozens and dozens, maybe hundreds, of roaches start to rise from the black goo. 00:40:31.500 --> 00:40:36.300 They boil over the sides of the tub in massive, chitinous waves, spreading across the floor 00:40:36.300 --> 00:40:39.240 of the bathroom in a solid sheet of glimmering, black carapaces. 00:40:39.900 --> 00:40:43.800 It happens so fast that the D-class can only gibber in mindless terror. 00:40:43.800 --> 00:40:44.940 There are too many roaches! 00:40:44.940 --> 00:40:48.180 For the moment, the D-class seems safe perched on the toilet. 00:40:48.180 --> 00:40:52.140 The roaches can’t scale up the shiny porcelain, slipping back down at every attempt. 00:40:52.140 --> 00:40:55.980 He scrambles to his feet, standing on top of the toilet lid and praying that it will 00:40:55.980 --> 00:41:00.420 hold his full weight – otherwise, he’s going to tumble headfirst into that writhing, 00:41:00.420 --> 00:41:02.040 seething swarm of vermin! 00:41:02.640 --> 00:41:07.260 He stares at what looks like an ocean of living insects, the light reflecting off their chitinous 00:41:07.260 --> 00:41:09.060 shells with an evil oily gleam. 00:41:09.060 --> 00:41:12.540 It’s like a scene out of a cheesy horror movie, but it’s all too real. 00:41:12.540 --> 00:41:17.100 Through his panic, the D-class vaguely recalls that when he was a kid, he once read a book 00:41:17.100 --> 00:41:21.480 about ancient life on earth during the Permian era, when the earth was a hot, humid jungle, 00:41:21.480 --> 00:41:25.500 when high temperatures and oxygen-rich air made the world perfect for giant insects. 00:41:25.500 --> 00:41:29.280 Cockroaches have lived on this earth for how many million years, he wonders. 00:41:29.880 --> 00:41:33.540 He knows it’s a lot and he can’t help but think about that legacy now that he’s 00:41:33.540 --> 00:41:36.660 confronted with a living carpet made entirely out of roaches. 00:41:36.660 --> 00:41:40.860 Aren’t scientists always predicting that cockroaches will eventually outlive humanity? 00:41:40.860 --> 00:41:45.540 They’re the only nasty little things tenacious enough to survive a nuclear holocaust or the 00:41:45.540 --> 00:41:46.740 punishments of climate change. 00:41:46.740 --> 00:41:51.240 He’s less worried that cockroaches will outlive humanity right now, though, and more 00:41:51.240 --> 00:41:53.340 worried that they might outlive him personally! 00:41:54.060 --> 00:41:58.080 The roaches can’t get up the toilet, but they have more success in scaling the walls. 00:41:58.080 --> 00:42:02.880 Soon the walls are covered in a mass of roaches, the air filling with a constant cacophony 00:42:02.880 --> 00:42:07.020 of chittering and scratching that sends chills up the spine of the panicking D-class. 00:42:07.020 --> 00:42:11.460 The roaches start to march across the ceiling and the D-class gets the distinct impression 00:42:11.460 --> 00:42:15.120 that, if he doesn’t do something fast, he’s going to be completely covered. 00:42:15.720 --> 00:42:20.100 In desperation, he throws his shoe across the room with all his might, shouting curses 00:42:20.100 --> 00:42:22.140 as he does, but it doesn’t do any good. 00:42:22.140 --> 00:42:26.940 His shoe hits the opposite wall and bounces off, dropping into the swarm and quickly sinking 00:42:26.940 --> 00:42:29.160 beneath the rolling tide of chittering insects. 00:42:29.160 --> 00:42:34.080 His futile attack only provokes the insect mob, and several dozen roaches take flight, 00:42:34.080 --> 00:42:35.880 launching themselves at the D-class. 00:42:35.880 --> 00:42:39.360 He shouts and claws them away as roaches land on his face and shoulders. 00:42:39.360 --> 00:42:42.300 They scramble up his neck and tangle themselves in his hair. 00:42:42.300 --> 00:42:46.740 He keeps shouting and swatting them away, but there are more and more of them every 00:42:46.740 --> 00:42:47.040 second. 00:42:47.040 --> 00:42:51.360 More roaches are swarming out from the black oil simmering in the bathtub every second, 00:42:51.360 --> 00:42:54.660 and now they all seem intent on the D-class. 00:42:54.660 --> 00:42:56.940 They crawl inside his mouth as he screams. 00:42:56.940 --> 00:43:00.660 He gags and coughs, trying to spit them out, but it seems that they’re already crawling 00:43:00.660 --> 00:43:01.380 down his throat. 00:43:01.380 --> 00:43:03.600 In his panic, he slips and lurches forward. 00:43:03.600 --> 00:43:08.100 Screaming and flailing his arms helplessly, he dives into the writhing mass of roaches. 00:43:08.100 --> 00:43:11.640 Within seconds, he is covered in a sheet of living insects. 00:43:11.640 --> 00:43:16.740 The observing agent is speechless, unable to comprehend the sheer insanity of what she 00:43:16.740 --> 00:43:21.360 is seeing, but watching the D-class be consumed by cockroaches prompts her to vomit in disgust. 00:43:21.360 --> 00:43:25.980 The wretching, gagging noises can be heard over the intercom - -hardly professional behavior, 00:43:25.980 --> 00:43:28.200 but we’re way past worrying about that by now. 00:43:28.800 --> 00:43:32.580 By now, the bathtub is almost completely filled with black goo. 00:43:33.360 --> 00:43:37.920 The roaches start to return to the bathtub, scaling the tub walls in vast waves and throwing 00:43:37.920 --> 00:43:39.660 themselves into the pool of dark tar. 00:43:39.660 --> 00:43:44.160 As they retreat, they reveal the decimated remains of the D-class. 00:43:44.700 --> 00:43:48.900 The corpse is ragged and bloody, partially eaten, its stomach visibly bloated. 00:43:48.900 --> 00:43:53.340 It twitches slightly and the observing agent momentarily wonders if it’s somehow possible 00:43:53.340 --> 00:43:57.300 that the D-class personnel survived his ordeal, even though even a brief glance at the state 00:43:57.300 --> 00:43:59.700 of the corpse should make it clear that would be impossible. 00:43:59.700 --> 00:44:01.500 There’s just far too much damage. 00:44:01.500 --> 00:44:05.820 It’s obvious, in fact, that the twitching is caused by roaches that have burrowed into 00:44:05.820 --> 00:44:07.680 the body, squirming beneath its skin. 00:44:08.400 --> 00:44:11.340 Suddenly, something else begins to rise from the bathtub. 00:44:11.340 --> 00:44:16.140 It’s another corpse, one in a much more advanced state of decomposition, to the point 00:44:16.140 --> 00:44:20.040 that it’s nearly skeletal but there’s still enough flesh clinging to its bones that 00:44:20.040 --> 00:44:22.740 you might be able to recognize it for the person it used to be. 00:44:23.520 --> 00:44:28.320 Under the black ooze, there’s still a ghost of a face clinging to the skull, liquifying 00:44:28.320 --> 00:44:32.520 eyeballs still rolling around loosely in its dark sockets, tattered lips hanging off of 00:44:32.520 --> 00:44:33.060 stained teeth. 00:44:33.060 --> 00:44:37.260 Its eyes swivel toward the prone body of the D-Class with malevolent intention. 00:44:37.260 --> 00:44:39.900 Black tar drips from its arms and skull. 00:44:39.900 --> 00:44:45.000 It places one hand against the rim of the bathtub, the other against the blue wallpapered 00:44:45.000 --> 00:44:49.680 wall, and slowly hoists itself up and out of the pool of black tar, displacing another 00:44:49.680 --> 00:44:51.660 few dozen cockroaches with its movements. 00:44:51.660 --> 00:44:56.820 The corpse slowly stumbles to its feet, dribbling black ichor, and steps out of the bathtub. 00:44:56.820 --> 00:45:02.100 It staggers across the room with sticky, uncertain steps, leaving a trail of roaches and black 00:45:02.100 --> 00:45:02.400 goo. 00:45:03.240 --> 00:45:07.440 When it reaches the body of the D-class, it grabs it by the leg and then drags it back 00:45:07.440 --> 00:45:09.360 across the bathroom floor toward the tub. 00:45:09.360 --> 00:45:14.220 The skeletal corpse pulls the body of the D-class personnel into the tub and both of 00:45:14.220 --> 00:45:15.960 them submerge into the black goo. 00:45:15.960 --> 00:45:21.540 The remaining cockroaches follow suit, jumping into the black oil and slowly sinking below 00:45:21.540 --> 00:45:22.080 the surface. 00:45:22.080 --> 00:45:27.360 At the same time, the level of the black substance begins to fall as it starts to swirl away 00:45:27.360 --> 00:45:28.140 down the drain. 00:45:28.140 --> 00:45:31.020 After several minutes, the  black goo has completely  00:45:31.020 --> 00:45:33.240 drained away, leaving no trace that it ever 00:45:33.240 --> 00:45:33.660 existed. 00:45:33.660 --> 00:45:38.820 The roaches, the strange living cadaver, and the corpse of the D-class have all completely 00:45:38.820 --> 00:45:39.420 vanished. 00:45:39.420 --> 00:45:43.800 So that by the time the door of the bathroom clicks open again, there’s nothing to suggest 00:45:43.800 --> 00:45:46.080 that there’s anything at all strange about this room. 00:45:46.620 --> 00:45:51.000 Too late, the agent bursts into the room, flinging open the now-unlocked door with all 00:45:51.000 --> 00:45:51.360 her might. 00:45:51.360 --> 00:45:56.280 She scans the room in confusion knowing that just moments ago it was the scene of grisly 00:45:56.280 --> 00:45:56.760 carnage. 00:45:56.760 --> 00:46:01.320 There’s no evidence of that now, but just the memory – the sight of the D-Class’ 00:46:01.320 --> 00:46:05.340 bloated corpse, the sound of thousands of cockroaches marching and scuttling in unison 00:46:05.340 --> 00:46:08.040 – is enough to make the bile rise in her throat. 00:46:08.040 --> 00:46:11.580 She leans forward, hands on her knees, and vomits again. 00:46:11.580 --> 00:46:17.100 She’s seen a lot as an SCP Foundation agent, but this SCP is definitely not one for the 00:46:17.100 --> 00:46:19.560 faint of heart… or the sick of stomach! 00:46:20.160 --> 00:46:21.600 What just happened here? 00:46:21.600 --> 00:46:27.000 Unfortunately, this is far from an unusual occurrence when you’re dealing with SCP-6698. 00:46:27.000 --> 00:46:33.480 SCP-6698 is to all appearances a perfectly ordinary bathroom; until it started to manifest 00:46:33.480 --> 00:46:37.920 anomalous behavior, it existed as a second-story bathroom in a private residence somewhere 00:46:37.920 --> 00:46:39.360 in Alabama in the United States. 00:46:39.960 --> 00:46:44.280 The first instance of anomalous behavior happened the day after a resident of the household, 00:46:44.280 --> 00:46:48.720 a 16-year-old male, reported killing an unusually large cockroach in the bathroom. 00:46:49.680 --> 00:46:54.600 The following night, when using the same bathroom, that same resident was overheard yelling in 00:46:54.600 --> 00:46:55.440 fright. 00:46:55.440 --> 00:47:00.120 His screams were followed by sounds described as a sink breaking and then a body falling 00:47:00.120 --> 00:47:02.400 against a “crunchy and wet” surface. 00:47:02.400 --> 00:47:06.420 Other members of the family attempted to respond to these sounds, but found that the door to 00:47:06.420 --> 00:47:07.740 the bathroom refused to open. 00:47:07.740 --> 00:47:11.580 Once the noises subsided, they found the door suddenly quite pliable. 00:47:11.580 --> 00:47:16.200 But when they checked inside, they could not find any evidence of the bathroom’s teenage 00:47:16.200 --> 00:47:16.620 victim. 00:47:17.280 --> 00:47:22.020 The SCP Foundation quickly responded to the incident, amnesticising the family and planting 00:47:22.020 --> 00:47:25.860 a suggestion that the missing teenager simply “ran away from home” into their subconscious. 00:47:25.860 --> 00:47:30.060 The family was moved from the residence, which was then purchased by a Foundation shell company 00:47:30.060 --> 00:47:31.440 to allow for further testing. 00:47:31.980 --> 00:47:36.480 When a human enters the room, the door to the bathroom immediately closes and locks. 00:47:36.480 --> 00:47:39.540 The door will remain locked until the event is completed. 00:47:39.540 --> 00:47:43.860 Attempts to physically damage the door when it is in its locked state have all met with 00:47:43.860 --> 00:47:44.820 failure. 00:47:44.820 --> 00:47:48.840 A recording camera was installed in the bathroom to allow agents to observe the event as it 00:47:48.840 --> 00:47:49.320 unfolds. 00:47:49.920 --> 00:47:55.680 Victims who unknowingly wander into SCP-6698 will find themselves trapped; moments after 00:47:55.680 --> 00:47:59.040 the door locks, cockroaches will start to emerge from the drain of the bathtub. 00:47:59.040 --> 00:48:03.540 Once the swarm has reached sufficient mass, the roaches will attack and feed upon the 00:48:03.540 --> 00:48:03.780 victim. 00:48:04.440 --> 00:48:09.360 At the same time, a black oil will start to fill the tub, laying the stage for the emergence 00:48:09.360 --> 00:48:13.200 of the mysterious tar zombie which then removes the corpse of the victim from the scene. 00:48:13.800 --> 00:48:16.020 The observing agent noted that the skeletal  00:48:16.020 --> 00:48:18.780 corpse she saw merge from  the tub bore a superficial 00:48:18.780 --> 00:48:24.480 resemblance to the missing 16-year-old male, raising questions about how SCP-6698 might 00:48:24.480 --> 00:48:25.980 have bonded with its original victim. 00:48:26.700 --> 00:48:30.600 Testing was suspended following the death of the D-class personnel, so it is currently 00:48:30.600 --> 00:48:36.600 unclear if the same tar zombie appears during every instance or if perhaps SCP-6698 pulls 00:48:36.600 --> 00:48:40.020 from a rotating roster of previous victims during its manifestations. 00:48:40.020 --> 00:48:44.940 At this moment, the relationship between the tar zombie, the black ooze, and the legions 00:48:44.940 --> 00:48:49.320 of carnivorous cockroaches is unclear, but large amounts of spectral energy have been 00:48:49.320 --> 00:48:53.580 detected in the room, leading to an assumption that the event must be supernatural in nature 00:48:53.580 --> 00:48:56.340 and to the involvement of the Department of Spectral Phenomena. 00:48:57.000 --> 00:49:02.220 Since SCP-6698 only attacks victims who enter the bathroom and does not appear to be capable 00:49:02.220 --> 00:49:06.960 of manifestation once the door is open, the SCP Foundation has attached a special apparatus 00:49:06.960 --> 00:49:11.880 to prevent the door from closing of its own accord and assigned SCP-6698 a designation 00:49:11.880 --> 00:49:12.540 of safe. 00:49:12.540 --> 00:49:17.640 One thing that is for sure, though, is that of all the ways that deadly SCP anomalies 00:49:17.640 --> 00:49:22.500 might choose to do away with their victims, being eaten alive from the inside by a swarm 00:49:22.500 --> 00:49:25.860 of scuttling cockroaches probably ranks up there as one of the worst. 00:49:25.860 --> 00:49:29.460 So that’s something to think about the next time that you’re looking for a little privacy 00:49:29.460 --> 00:49:29.880 in the bathroom. 00:49:29.880 --> 00:49:33.180 A young man and his girlfriend enter the apartment they share. 00:49:33.180 --> 00:49:37.980 She tosses her keys on the entryway table as the man checks the time on his phone, he 00:49:37.980 --> 00:49:40.920 reminds the young woman that they will need to leave soon if they don’t want to miss 00:49:40.920 --> 00:49:42.420 the movie they have purchased tickets for. 00:49:42.420 --> 00:49:46.200 The woman agrees, but she wants to take a quick shower before they leave. 00:49:46.800 --> 00:49:51.180 As she goes to freshen up, the man sits down at his computer to get in a quick round or 00:49:51.180 --> 00:49:53.520 two of his favorite online  squad-based first-person  00:49:53.520 --> 00:49:54.120 shooter. 00:49:54.720 --> 00:49:56.940 He puts on his headset and jumps into a game. 00:49:56.940 --> 00:49:59.820 Before he knows it, he’s just finished his third round. 00:49:59.820 --> 00:50:03.420 He checks the time on his phone again and realizes that they are running late. 00:50:03.420 --> 00:50:07.500 He takes off his headphones and is confused when he hears what sounds like the shower 00:50:07.500 --> 00:50:07.920 still running. 00:50:07.920 --> 00:50:12.840 He gets up and goes to the bathroom door and listens, the shower is definitely still on. 00:50:13.500 --> 00:50:16.500 The man knocks on the door and asks if everything is alright. 00:50:16.500 --> 00:50:18.900 He waits a moment but there’s no response. 00:50:18.900 --> 00:50:21.360 He knocks again and still nothing. 00:50:21.360 --> 00:50:25.680 She doesn’t usually take showers this long and he immediately worries that she might 00:50:25.680 --> 00:50:28.680 have passed out or… well he doesn't even want to think about it. 00:50:28.680 --> 00:50:32.640 “I’m coming in, okay?” he announces as he opens the door to check on her 00:50:33.180 --> 00:50:37.380 The man immediately notices how steamy the room is, the hot water must have been running 00:50:37.380 --> 00:50:40.500 for a while and he’s worried she really did pass out from the heat. 00:50:40.500 --> 00:50:44.700 “What’s going on, are you okay?” he asks and when there’s no response again 00:50:44.700 --> 00:50:48.240 he pulls open the shower curtain to find… nothing. 00:50:48.780 --> 00:50:50.160 Just an empty tub. 00:50:50.160 --> 00:50:52.860 There’s no sign of his girlfriend anywhere. 00:50:52.860 --> 00:50:54.540 The man is beyond confused. 00:50:54.540 --> 00:50:58.260 He turns off the water and goes to the bedroom but she isn’t in there either. 00:50:58.920 --> 00:51:02.340 He runs to the front door but it’s still locked, and her keys are sitting on the table. 00:51:02.340 --> 00:51:06.900 He unlocks the door and sticks his head out into the hallway anyway, but nothing is out 00:51:06.900 --> 00:51:07.080 there. 00:51:07.740 --> 00:51:08.700 What is going on?! 00:51:09.480 --> 00:51:13.920 He checks the bedroom again, then the bathroom, but she hasn’t suddenly reappeared in either. 00:51:13.920 --> 00:51:17.220 He’s in complete shock, unsure of what could be happening. 00:51:17.220 --> 00:51:22.020 He sits down on the toilet and puts his head in his hands, his head is spinning as it feels 00:51:22.020 --> 00:51:24.360 like the world is suddenly falling down all around him. 00:51:25.140 --> 00:51:27.540 The police are immediately suspicious of the man’s story. 00:51:27.540 --> 00:51:30.420 His girlfriend simply vanished while taking a shower? 00:51:30.420 --> 00:51:32.220 “You expect us to believe that?” 00:51:32.220 --> 00:51:33.600 the detective asks. 00:51:33.600 --> 00:51:35.580 The man has no answer though. 00:51:35.580 --> 00:51:38.100 It’s as if she simply blinked out of existence. 00:51:38.100 --> 00:51:43.020 He’s convinced she must still be in the building somewhere, that she somehow slipped 00:51:43.020 --> 00:51:46.500 out without him noticing, but none of the security footage from inside of the building 00:51:46.500 --> 00:51:47.760 shows anything abnormal. 00:51:47.760 --> 00:51:51.540 There’s footage from the cameras in the lobby of them entering the building, but nothing 00:51:51.540 --> 00:51:52.560 after that of her leaving. 00:51:52.560 --> 00:51:58.020 Just as in every missing person case like this, the boyfriend is the number one suspect, 00:51:58.020 --> 00:52:01.560 but without any evidence, they can’t hold him any longer. 00:52:01.560 --> 00:52:06.240 After many long hours of interviews, they finally allow him to leave, but not back to 00:52:06.240 --> 00:52:08.400 the apartment since it’s an active crime scene. 00:52:09.000 --> 00:52:13.200 The man has no family to speak of and his few friends seem to have the same suspicions 00:52:13.200 --> 00:52:15.360 as the police and want nothing to do with him. 00:52:15.960 --> 00:52:20.100 His girlfriend was the only person he truly had in the world and now she’s gone. 00:52:20.100 --> 00:52:25.740 He’s put up in a shabby motel and days pass, then weeks, then months. 00:52:25.740 --> 00:52:29.040 But no evidence of the missing woman ever turns up. 00:52:29.700 --> 00:52:34.380 The man replays the memory of that day over and over in his head searching for some kind 00:52:34.380 --> 00:52:39.420 of answer, but try as he might he can’t remember anything helpful, no clue as to what 00:52:39.420 --> 00:52:39.840 could have happened. 00:52:39.840 --> 00:52:43.500 The case is completely cold, and has been from the very start. 00:52:44.220 --> 00:52:48.720 The police eventually have to move on to newer, more solvable cases, and they finally allow 00:52:48.720 --> 00:52:49.740 the man to return home. 00:52:50.460 --> 00:52:53.280 He’s overwhelmed with emotion the first time he enters the apartment. 00:52:54.000 --> 00:52:57.900 The place is a mess, it looks like the police turned it inside out looking for clues. 00:52:57.900 --> 00:53:02.820 Not knowing what else to do, he starts the long process of cleaning up the apartment. 00:53:03.720 --> 00:53:08.760 After hours of putting things away, he eventually gathers the strength to go to the one room 00:53:08.760 --> 00:53:10.800 he’s been avoiding… the bathroom. 00:53:11.520 --> 00:53:14.700 He opens the door to the last place he’s certain his girlfriend was. 00:53:14.700 --> 00:53:18.660 He enters to find that it looks like the rest of the apartment, as if someone has looked 00:53:18.660 --> 00:53:19.740 at every single object. 00:53:20.340 --> 00:53:23.760 But just like him, the police never found any trace of where she went. 00:53:24.420 --> 00:53:28.620 After straightening up this last room, he decides that he should take a shower and go 00:53:28.620 --> 00:53:28.860 to bed. 00:53:28.860 --> 00:53:33.060 It fills him with dread to think about standing in the last place he knows where she was, 00:53:33.060 --> 00:53:37.260 but he’s had months to grieve the loss of his girlfriend and he’s decided that he 00:53:37.260 --> 00:53:40.920 needs to move on, whatever that means when someone goes missing without a trace. 00:53:41.580 --> 00:53:44.820 He turns on the shower and lets the water heat up before stepping in. 00:53:45.360 --> 00:53:48.840 Once he’s in, every thought he has is about her. 00:53:48.840 --> 00:53:53.880 He wonders if she ever actually got in the shower at all, or somehow used it as a diversion 00:53:53.880 --> 00:53:54.960 to slip out unseen. 00:53:54.960 --> 00:53:57.180 He just can’t figure out how. 00:53:57.180 --> 00:54:01.380 The day’s events race through his mind, just as they have a thousand times before, 00:54:01.380 --> 00:54:05.460 but his thoughts are interrupted when he notices that the water has started to pool around 00:54:05.460 --> 00:54:05.940 his feet. 00:54:06.660 --> 00:54:09.120 He looks down and sees that the drain cover looks normal. 00:54:09.120 --> 00:54:10.620 Maybe there’s a clog though. 00:54:10.620 --> 00:54:12.480 Do showers clog when they’re not used? 00:54:12.480 --> 00:54:13.620 He has no idea. 00:54:13.620 --> 00:54:15.600 He bends down to get a closer look. 00:54:15.600 --> 00:54:20.280 The long, black creature emerges from the drain in the blink of an eye and latches onto 00:54:20.280 --> 00:54:23.100 his mouth, muffling him before he even has a chance to scream. 00:54:23.100 --> 00:54:27.180 He struggles and pulls down the curtain on top of him as he falls back onto the shower 00:54:27.180 --> 00:54:32.940 floor, but it’s already too late, and in a matter of minutes, he too will be gone without 00:54:32.940 --> 00:54:33.540 a trace. 00:54:34.200 --> 00:54:39.060 Is there anything more comforting after a hard day than a nice, long, hot shower? 00:54:39.060 --> 00:54:41.400 The answer to that is… no. 00:54:41.400 --> 00:54:42.480 There is nothing better. 00:54:42.480 --> 00:54:47.220 But that relaxing shower might just be the last you ever take when, unbeknownst to you, 00:54:47.220 --> 00:54:51.960 your pipes are home to an instance of SCP-153, also known as… 00:54:51.960 --> 00:54:53.400 Drain Worms. 00:54:54.060 --> 00:55:00.060 SCP-153 refers to a species that resembles the common nematode or roundworm, consisting 00:55:00.060 --> 00:55:02.820 of a long, thin body with a large mouth on one end. 00:55:02.820 --> 00:55:07.980 While some roundworms can grow to as large as a meter long, which is in itself a disturbing 00:55:07.980 --> 00:55:14.400 thought, SCP-153 instances can be much, much larger, and it is estimated that they can 00:55:14.400 --> 00:55:19.020 reach up to nearly 10 meters in length, though it is hypothesized that some instances in 00:55:19.020 --> 00:55:20.820 the wild may grow even longer. 00:55:20.820 --> 00:55:26.040 These worm-like creatures will feed off of any available organic material, however their 00:55:26.040 --> 00:55:30.480 favorite form of sustenance is fresh animal tissue, and they appear to have an especially 00:55:30.480 --> 00:55:32.880 strong predilection towards human flesh. 00:55:33.420 --> 00:55:38.880 In order to satiate their desire to feed on their preferred prey, SCP-153 has developed 00:55:38.880 --> 00:55:43.680 a rather unique predatory style that perfectly suits its elongated body structure. 00:55:43.680 --> 00:55:48.180 While it is unknown just where they originate, they are most often found in the pipes of 00:55:48.180 --> 00:55:49.620 sewer and drainage systems. 00:55:49.620 --> 00:55:55.320 153 instances will swim up these pipes, seeking out ones that lead to people’s homes, and 00:55:55.320 --> 00:55:58.260 especially those that connect to showers and bathtubs. 00:55:58.260 --> 00:56:03.540 Once they reach the end of the pipe, SCP-153 will latch onto the drain cover and begin 00:56:03.540 --> 00:56:05.100 secreting an acidic substance. 00:56:05.100 --> 00:56:10.800 The acid quickly dissolves the drain cover and SCP-153 will position its own mouth in 00:56:10.800 --> 00:56:15.480 its place, which it then is able to camouflage as the missing drain cover almost perfectly. 00:56:15.480 --> 00:56:21.420 Once SCP-153 has taken this position, it is virtually impossible to distinguish it from 00:56:21.420 --> 00:56:23.700 the original or discern that anything has changed. 00:56:24.900 --> 00:56:30.480 SCP-153 will then lie in wait until it detects that someone has entered the shower or bathtub. 00:56:30.480 --> 00:56:35.160 Once the unsuspecting person has begun to bathe, it will very quickly emerge from the 00:56:35.160 --> 00:56:38.940 drain, latching onto the victim’s face, most likely in order to prevent them from 00:56:38.940 --> 00:56:39.660 calling for help. 00:56:39.660 --> 00:56:44.280 It then begins to rapidly secrete more of the same acid that it used to dissolve the 00:56:44.280 --> 00:56:44.760 drain cover. 00:56:44.760 --> 00:56:50.340 With how effectively it was able to dissolve metal, it’s no surprise that SCP-153 is 00:56:50.340 --> 00:56:52.680 able to quickly produce the same effect on its victim. 00:56:53.220 --> 00:57:00.300 Their skin, muscle, and bone will all be almost immediately liquefied, allowing SCP-153 to 00:57:00.300 --> 00:57:01.200 feed on the slurry. 00:57:01.200 --> 00:57:03.960 And the Drain Worms feed extremely quickly as well. 00:57:03.960 --> 00:57:08.520 After just several minutes, basically nothing will remain of the person who stepped into 00:57:08.520 --> 00:57:13.740 the shower, and 153 will retreat back into the drain, leaving no signs that it was ever 00:57:13.740 --> 00:57:16.440 there save for the missing drain cover. 00:57:16.440 --> 00:57:20.940 The SCP Foundation became aware of this anomaly following multiple mysterious missing person 00:57:20.940 --> 00:57:26.280 cases that all had one key element in common, each was reported as having disappeared after 00:57:26.280 --> 00:57:28.860 entering a bathroom to either shower or take a bath. 00:57:29.580 --> 00:57:34.740 The Foundation soon discovered that large populations of SCP-153 instances were living 00:57:34.740 --> 00:57:39.420 in the sewers beneath several major American cities, and immediately began enacting containment 00:57:39.420 --> 00:57:39.900 procedures. 00:57:40.560 --> 00:57:42.480 The Foundation collected as many specimens  00:57:42.480 --> 00:57:44.760 as they could find and  brought them to Bio-Research 00:57:44.760 --> 00:57:49.560 Area-12 where they keep them contained in 10 by 10 by 5 meter tanks that are kept partially 00:57:49.560 --> 00:57:52.560 filled with sewage and other organic material for them to feed on. 00:57:53.160 --> 00:57:57.300 Of course it is of the utmost importance that these containers are never connected to any 00:57:57.300 --> 00:58:00.120 other plumbing systems, either internal or external. 00:58:00.720 --> 00:58:04.980 With several specimens contained, the Foundation began researching the creatures in order to 00:58:04.980 --> 00:58:08.820 hopefully better understand them and how they were able to develop such complex hunting 00:58:08.820 --> 00:58:09.660 techniques. 00:58:09.660 --> 00:58:14.100 Research was also approved to find out whether they could be used as a sort of waste disposal 00:58:14.100 --> 00:58:19.980 system in certain extreme circumstances, such as with SCP-2717, a mass of living animal 00:58:19.980 --> 00:58:24.000 tissue that has grown to line nearly 4 kilometers of sewer pipes beneath Amsterdam. 00:58:24.720 --> 00:58:29.820 A small number of SCP-153 instances were approved for release into the wild in order to test 00:58:29.820 --> 00:58:35.580 whether they could stall the spread of 2717, however this experiment was halted following 00:58:35.580 --> 00:58:36.960 some disturbing new reports. 00:58:37.560 --> 00:58:40.020 More missing person reports  came to the Foundation’s  00:58:40.020 --> 00:58:42.720 attention that bore the hallmarks of an SCP-153 00:58:42.720 --> 00:58:46.980 attack, but these new reports were not limited to people who vanished after bathing. 00:58:46.980 --> 00:58:53.700 It now appears that SCP-153 has further adapted, and has begun to emerge not just from showers 00:58:53.700 --> 00:58:58.800 and bathtub drains but now also from sinks, and yes, even toilets. 00:58:59.340 --> 00:59:04.680 The Foundation is unaware of just how many instances of SCP-153 continue to exist in 00:59:04.680 --> 00:59:09.360 the wild, but there’s no doubt that many continue to live and hunt undetected in sewers 00:59:09.360 --> 00:59:09.900 around the world. 00:59:09.900 --> 00:59:15.120 This anomaly, which has been classified as Euclid, is taken very seriously by the Foundation, 00:59:15.120 --> 00:59:19.560 and any reports of people who go missing from bathrooms are immediately investigated for 00:59:19.560 --> 00:59:21.240 signs of SCP-153. 00:59:21.240 --> 00:59:27.420 Field agents are to be equipped with infrared and ultraviolet sensors which can bypass SCP-153’s 00:59:27.420 --> 00:59:31.620 camouflage, and if specimens are able to be captured alive, then they are to be brought 00:59:31.620 --> 00:59:33.540 to Area-12 for further research. 00:59:34.140 --> 00:59:37.320 But don’t bother worrying too much the next time you step into the tub. 00:59:37.320 --> 00:59:42.960 If you’ve been targeted by SCP-153, there’s not much you’ll be able to do anyway, and 00:59:42.960 --> 00:59:47.400 your worries will soon be going down the drain, along with whatever remains of you. 00:59:47.400 --> 00:59:53.700 A teenaged boy and girl are sitting on surfboards, gently bobbing up and down in the calm ocean 00:59:53.700 --> 00:59:54.120 water. 00:59:54.840 --> 00:59:59.160 This surfing trip didn’t turn out nearly as exciting as they had hoped it would, so 00:59:59.160 --> 01:00:03.300 with no waves in sight and the pair growing bored, they decide to head back to shore. 01:00:04.020 --> 01:00:08.280 Just as they’re about to start paddling back though, the girl gives one last look 01:00:08.280 --> 01:00:10.500 and spots the water swelling in the distance. 01:00:10.500 --> 01:00:14.340 She calls out for her friend to stop, it’s just what they’ve been waiting for. 01:00:15.120 --> 01:00:17.520 Waves are coming in, and big ones too. 01:00:17.520 --> 01:00:21.720 They can see that they’re going to break at the perfect time, maybe this trip will 01:00:21.720 --> 01:00:23.220 turn out to be a good one after all. 01:00:23.820 --> 01:00:27.840 The boy tells the girl that she can have the first one and she starts paddling to catch 01:00:27.840 --> 01:00:27.900 it. 01:00:27.900 --> 01:00:33.120 She pops up on her board just as the wave breaks, riding it expertly towards the shore 01:00:33.120 --> 01:00:35.640 as the boy does the same on his own behind her. 01:00:36.240 --> 01:00:41.220 They have a great time, riding wave after wave, each one coming in bigger and stronger 01:00:41.220 --> 01:00:41.760 than the last. 01:00:41.760 --> 01:00:45.660 The girl starts to worry though that they might be getting too big and fast. 01:00:45.660 --> 01:00:50.580 As the girl finishes surfing another perfect wave she looks back at the boy just in time 01:00:50.580 --> 01:00:53.100 to see him wipe out on an especially tall one. 01:00:53.100 --> 01:00:57.780 He and his board are pulled beneath the water and both disappear under the breaking wave. 01:00:57.780 --> 01:01:02.160 She hops off her own board and stands in the waist deep water watching for her friend to 01:01:02.160 --> 01:01:04.020 emerge, but he doesn’t. 01:01:04.020 --> 01:01:08.760 She scans the horizon and calls out for him, but there’s no sign of her friend. 01:01:09.360 --> 01:01:12.000 She’s getting worried, he should have surfaced by now. 01:01:12.000 --> 01:01:14.700 She doesn’t see any sign of him or his board… 01:01:15.420 --> 01:01:16.200 What’s going on? 01:01:17.340 --> 01:01:17.880 “Boo!” 01:01:18.540 --> 01:01:20.400 The girl jumps with fright and turns around. 01:01:20.400 --> 01:01:22.320 The boy is standing behind her. 01:01:22.320 --> 01:01:23.760 But how did he get there? 01:01:23.760 --> 01:01:28.080 He tells her that the last wave was a crazy one that must have pulled him and his board 01:01:28.080 --> 01:01:29.400 under the water towards her. 01:01:29.400 --> 01:01:33.660 He’s never experienced anything quite like it, but he’s fine now, there is nothing 01:01:33.660 --> 01:01:34.200 to worry about. 01:01:34.980 --> 01:01:38.580 The girl, still trying to catch her breath from the fright gives him a playful punch 01:01:38.580 --> 01:01:40.500 on the arm and recommends that they call it a day. 01:01:40.500 --> 01:01:45.000 The waves are getting stronger and if he was pulled under once, then who knows what would 01:01:45.000 --> 01:01:47.700 happen if one of them wiped out on an even bigger one. 01:01:47.700 --> 01:01:51.420 Besides, the boy looks like he might have hurt himself and the girl points at the small 01:01:51.420 --> 01:01:53.160 cut on his arm that’s starting to bleed. 01:01:53.160 --> 01:01:57.840 The boy tells her that it’s only a scratch, and insists on catching one more wave before 01:01:57.840 --> 01:01:58.500 they head home. 01:01:58.500 --> 01:02:02.820 He doesn’t want to miss this opportunity to ride these great waves when they have the 01:02:02.820 --> 01:02:03.840 whole ocean to themselves. 01:02:03.840 --> 01:02:08.400 He tells her that she can head back if she wants, but he’s going out one more time. 01:02:09.060 --> 01:02:12.900 The boy starts to paddle back out and the girl reluctantly follows him. 01:02:12.900 --> 01:02:16.800 As they wait to catch a wave she tells him that this time he can go first. 01:02:16.800 --> 01:02:19.020 She’s not going to let him scare her again. 01:02:19.020 --> 01:02:23.160 The boy promises, no more surprises, and goes to catch another wave. 01:02:23.820 --> 01:02:27.660 The waves are coming faster now and she’s able to get on one right behind him. 01:02:27.660 --> 01:02:31.440 As she surfs towards the shore, she keeps one eye on the boy. 01:02:31.440 --> 01:02:36.420 These waves are tough and she needs to focus, but her attention is drawn towards her friend. 01:02:36.420 --> 01:02:39.060 She sees something forming on his wave. 01:02:39.060 --> 01:02:43.560 It looks like the water itself is growing out of the crest of the wave and reaching 01:02:43.560 --> 01:02:44.340 towards the boy. 01:02:44.340 --> 01:02:47.460 It looks like… the jaws of a shark! 01:02:48.180 --> 01:02:52.920 The girl screams and the boy looks back, straight into the gnashing teeth of the shark reaching 01:02:52.920 --> 01:02:53.580 out of the waves. 01:02:53.580 --> 01:02:58.920 The boy yells in fear and falls, tumbling into the water just underneath the mouth as 01:02:58.920 --> 01:03:03.300 its jaws snap shut on his board right where he was standing, splintering it into pieces. 01:03:04.020 --> 01:03:07.080 The girl can’t believe what she’s seeing and stumbles on her board. 01:03:07.080 --> 01:03:11.580 She catches herself but looks behind her just in time to see the same jaws coming out of 01:03:11.580 --> 01:03:12.480 the wave towards her. 01:03:13.680 --> 01:03:17.280 The boy emerges out of the water carrying his friend onto the nearly empty beach. 01:03:17.280 --> 01:03:21.960 He lays her down in the sand, screaming for help as a few beachgoers start running towards 01:03:21.960 --> 01:03:22.140 them. 01:03:22.140 --> 01:03:27.000 No one has any idea what they could possibly do to assist though, both of the girl’s 01:03:27.000 --> 01:03:31.980 legs have been bitten off at the thigh, and it’s clear she was dead long before he carried 01:03:31.980 --> 01:03:32.760 her onto the beach. 01:03:33.320 --> 01:03:34.320 … 01:03:34.320 --> 01:03:35.280 Bonjour! 01:03:35.280 --> 01:03:39.360 Today’s file comes from our friends at the French branch of the SCP Foundation. 01:03:39.360 --> 01:03:46.380 A frightening and dangerous aquatic anomaly that has been designated SCP-054-FR, but is 01:03:46.380 --> 01:03:47.820 appropriately also known as… 01:03:47.820 --> 01:03:49.800 Blue Fear. 01:03:49.800 --> 01:03:55.860 SCP-054-FR is an oceanic phenomenon that has been observed occurring in several different 01:03:55.860 --> 01:03:57.360 regions spread across the world. 01:03:57.360 --> 01:04:02.700 In these areas, of which at leave five have been identified, certain waves will display 01:04:02.700 --> 01:04:04.920 extremely dangerous anomalous activity. 01:04:04.920 --> 01:04:09.780 The waves themselves will seem to physically transform, taking on a shape that resembles 01:04:09.780 --> 01:04:15.780 the mouth and jaws of a Carcharodon carcharias, a species of shark better known to most as 01:04:15.780 --> 01:04:16.440 the Great White. 01:04:16.440 --> 01:04:22.140 The giant shark mouth, which is full of row upon row of razor sharp teeth, will often 01:04:22.140 --> 01:04:26.640 go unnoticed until it is too late for the unfortunate victim, with the roar of the powerful 01:04:26.640 --> 01:04:31.140 wave itself covering up much of the sound of the gnashing jaws as it attempts to bite 01:04:31.140 --> 01:04:32.400 the targeted individual. 01:04:33.000 --> 01:04:38.340 The SCP-054-FR phenomenon will only appear on waves in these areas that are at least 01:04:38.340 --> 01:04:42.600 four meters in height, but a maximum height on which the jaws will manifest has yet to 01:04:42.600 --> 01:04:43.140 be identified. 01:04:43.920 --> 01:04:47.340 Waves carrying the anomalous effect are changed in other ways too. 01:04:47.340 --> 01:04:52.200 Not only does a terrifying set of carnivorous jaws appear out of the water, but the wave 01:04:52.200 --> 01:04:58.080 will move faster as well, with SCP-054-FR waves having been measured at rolling three 01:04:58.080 --> 01:05:00.420 times the speed of normal, non-affected waves. 01:05:01.080 --> 01:05:06.840 The frequency of just how often SCP-054-FR will affect waves is not well understood, 01:05:06.840 --> 01:05:12.000 but what is known, is that waves will speed up when a human or non-aquatic animal is in 01:05:12.000 --> 01:05:14.160 the water between a wave instance and the coast. 01:05:14.160 --> 01:05:19.680 The frequency of 054-FR waves will increase dramatically as well when individuals in the 01:05:19.680 --> 01:05:26.640 area are at least 250 meters from the coast, and SCP-054-FR does not care which aquatic 01:05:26.640 --> 01:05:29.640 activities you’re engaging in when it spots you that far from shore. 01:05:29.640 --> 01:05:35.520 There have been documented cases involving casual swimmers, snorkelers, and divers, but 01:05:35.520 --> 01:05:39.720 surfers are, for some unknown reason, far and away the most likely victims. 01:05:39.720 --> 01:05:44.340 Observations have shown that non-aquatic animals are also at risk of triggering the effect, 01:05:44.340 --> 01:05:48.540 such as in the case of several seabirds that were seen floating on the water just before 01:05:48.540 --> 01:05:54.600 an SCP-054-FR wave crashed down on them and the birds vanished, leaving only blood and 01:05:54.600 --> 01:05:57.000 feathers floating on the surface where they once were. 01:05:57.780 --> 01:06:03.240 Even some aquatic vehicles like jet skis and small boats have been observed being attacked 01:06:03.240 --> 01:06:07.560 by the anomalous shark jaws, though it seems to avoid going after larger vessels. 01:06:08.280 --> 01:06:13.380 If more than one person is present in the area that SCP-054-FR is manifesting though, 01:06:13.380 --> 01:06:18.540 then additional instances of the jaws are able to form, either on the same wave or on 01:06:18.540 --> 01:06:19.920 multiple different ones in the area. 01:06:20.760 --> 01:06:26.580 The injuries caused by SCP-054-FR are very similar to those of a normal, non-anomalous 01:06:26.580 --> 01:06:30.540 Great White Shark, and the force of the jaws appears to be proportional to the size of 01:06:30.540 --> 01:06:34.140 the wave itself, with larger waves being more powerful than smaller ones. 01:06:34.800 --> 01:06:40.740 Victims of 054-FR attacks have had entire limbs ripped off, others were torn completely 01:06:40.740 --> 01:06:45.480 in half, while some simply disappeared beneath the wave as it crashed down on top of them 01:06:45.480 --> 01:06:46.980 and the jaws snapped shut. 01:06:47.700 --> 01:06:52.860 The only way to avoid being bitten or swallowed whole is to dive down under the wave before 01:06:52.860 --> 01:06:57.960 it impacts, but the opportunity to do so is quite rare given the wave’s ability to “sneak 01:06:57.960 --> 01:07:01.920 up” on its victims, and the injuries that are nearly always sustained from an appearance 01:07:01.920 --> 01:07:07.260 of SCP-054-FR are fatal in 68% of recorded cases. 01:07:07.260 --> 01:07:12.060 The SCP Foundation first  became aware of SCP-054-FR  01:07:12.060 --> 01:07:14.460 following multiple reports of shark attacks 01:07:14.460 --> 01:07:18.660 caused by Great White’s emerging out of the waves to attack humans before vanishing 01:07:18.660 --> 01:07:23.160 back into the water, and the Foundation soon began a series of experiments to try and better 01:07:23.160 --> 01:07:24.420 understand the anomaly. 01:07:24.960 --> 01:07:29.760 The first test performed by Foundation researchers was quite straightforward and involved dumping 01:07:29.760 --> 01:07:35.040 large quantities of animal blood into the water in an area where SCP-054-FR was reported 01:07:35.040 --> 01:07:36.120 to have been attacking people. 01:07:36.120 --> 01:07:41.040 Just like with a normal shark, the blood seemed to act as a trigger for the anomaly, causing 01:07:41.040 --> 01:07:45.600 it to manifest in less than two minutes and the researchers watched as the shark jaws 01:07:45.600 --> 01:07:48.240 tried to bite at the blood as the wave rolled over it. 01:07:48.900 --> 01:07:52.500 The test was repeated but this time human blood was used instead. 01:07:52.500 --> 01:07:59.220 This also caused instances of SCP-054-FR to appear on the waves, though now they manifested 01:07:59.220 --> 01:08:03.420 much faster, often showing up less than one minute after the blood was dumped into the 01:08:03.420 --> 01:08:03.540 water. 01:08:04.440 --> 01:08:10.740 It seems that SCP-054-FR has a strong preference for humans or at least their blood, and only 01:08:10.740 --> 01:08:14.820 a small amount is all that is needed to cause the shark jaws to quickly appear. 01:08:15.600 --> 01:08:20.340 Tests involving D-Class personnel have shown that wounded individuals are four times as 01:08:20.340 --> 01:08:25.080 likely to trigger a manifestation as an uninjured individual, but that there are also ways to 01:08:25.080 --> 01:08:27.300 limit how often the carnivorous waves will appear. 01:08:28.080 --> 01:08:34.020 It seems that lying motionless on the water will significantly reduce how often SCP-054-FR 01:08:34.020 --> 01:08:38.280 will spawn, and slow body movements will decrease the likelihood of an appearance as well. 01:08:39.060 --> 01:08:44.040 Strangely while blood will make the jaws manifest quickly, it is unlikely that it is because 01:08:44.040 --> 01:08:50.040 SCP-054-FR can “smell” it, since tests that have tried to disguise the smell of both 01:08:50.040 --> 01:08:53.520 the blood and the human test subjects have all met with failure. 01:08:54.060 --> 01:08:58.500 So far, all attempts at damaging the anomaly have also been unsuccessful. 01:08:58.500 --> 01:09:03.360 Bullets fired at the shark jaws pass harmly through it, disappearing into the wave as 01:09:03.360 --> 01:09:05.220 if they were shooting at perfectly normal water. 01:09:05.940 --> 01:09:10.500 Given its nature, it seems unlikely that the Foundation will find a way to capture and 01:09:10.500 --> 01:09:16.500 contain SCP-054-FR, so for the time being all containment efforts have been directed 01:09:16.500 --> 01:09:18.120 towards keeping humans away from it. 01:09:18.120 --> 01:09:21.240 A one kilometer exclusion  zone has been established  01:09:21.240 --> 01:09:23.760 around the five geographic  areas where manifestations 01:09:23.760 --> 01:09:28.620 have been reported and civilians are completely forbidden to access the areas under the guise 01:09:28.620 --> 01:09:32.580 of there being on-going research into marine mammal life that would be disrupted by the 01:09:32.580 --> 01:09:33.540 presence of any humans. 01:09:34.200 --> 01:09:39.900 Secrecy is of the utmost importance when it comes to SCP-054-FR in order to keep the curious 01:09:39.900 --> 01:09:44.580 away for their own safety, so any photographic evidence of the anomaly is confiscated and 01:09:44.580 --> 01:09:49.980 destroyed, and witnesses of an SCP-054-FR attack are given amnestics in order to remove 01:09:49.980 --> 01:09:52.680 the memory of any anomalous shark attacks from their minds. 01:09:53.280 --> 01:09:58.140 The Foundation also engages in an extensive misinformation campaign to debunk any evidence 01:09:58.140 --> 01:10:02.340 of the anomaly, spreading the idea that any reports of a shark mouth forming on waves 01:10:02.340 --> 01:10:07.260 are simply hoaxes or misunderstanding of wave dynamics, while attacks are blamed on normal, 01:10:07.260 --> 01:10:09.360 non-anomalous Great White Sharks. 01:10:09.900 --> 01:10:14.580 It is unknown if the five areas the Foundation has contained make up the entirety of the 01:10:14.580 --> 01:10:20.340 locations where SCP-054-FR can manifest, but Foundation agents continue to monitor reports 01:10:20.340 --> 01:10:24.660 of shark attacks around the world, and hopefully they will find that they were the result of 01:10:24.660 --> 01:10:29.220 the regular oceanic super predator, and not the kind that can manifest behind you when 01:10:29.220 --> 01:10:30.120 you least expect it. 01:10:30.720 --> 01:10:35.340 Two recreational divers are swimming along the seafloor nearly a hundred feet below the 01:10:35.340 --> 01:10:35.640 surface. 01:10:35.640 --> 01:10:40.680 This husband and wife duo are no strangers to scuba diving, and they move effortlessly 01:10:40.680 --> 01:10:45.060 through the water as they marvel at the various fish and plant life that normally remain unseen 01:10:45.060 --> 01:10:45.840 by humans. 01:10:46.620 --> 01:10:50.520 The woman taps her husband on the shoulder and points in the direction of a forest of 01:10:50.520 --> 01:10:52.500 kelp before starting to swim towards it. 01:10:53.100 --> 01:10:56.640 The man is about to follow when he sees something out of the corner of his eye. 01:10:56.640 --> 01:10:58.920 He stops and turns to get a better look. 01:10:58.920 --> 01:11:02.220 A few dozen meters away, is a group of people. 01:11:03.060 --> 01:11:04.320 The man is confused. 01:11:04.320 --> 01:11:07.500 He looks back towards his wife who is motioning for him to follow her. 01:11:07.500 --> 01:11:12.000 He raises a single finger as if to say “I’ll be with you in a minute” and starts to swim 01:11:12.000 --> 01:11:14.880 in the direction of the strange crowd of people standing on the seafloor. 01:11:15.960 --> 01:11:18.240 He still can’t make out exactly what he’s looking at. 01:11:18.240 --> 01:11:22.680 A light current is causing silt to kick up and hang in the water, obscuring his view. 01:11:22.680 --> 01:11:25.740 As he gets closer though, everything becomes clear. 01:11:25.740 --> 01:11:30.420 It really is a group of people, standing perfectly still, 30 meters underwater. 01:11:30.420 --> 01:11:34.020 But they aren’t living people of course, they are statues. 01:11:34.020 --> 01:11:36.960 The man can see now that these are statues of children. 01:11:36.960 --> 01:11:41.760 They are standing in a circle, facing outwards, and each one is holding hands with the statues 01:11:41.760 --> 01:11:43.740 next to them, forming an unbroken ring. 01:11:44.760 --> 01:11:46.620 He swims closer to get a better look. 01:11:46.620 --> 01:11:49.440 The statues are covered in algae and other plant life. 01:11:49.440 --> 01:11:53.520 He doesn’t know who or why someone would make this strange art piece, but whatever 01:11:53.520 --> 01:11:56.220 their reasons, it looks like it's been down here a long time. 01:11:56.760 --> 01:12:00.780 He swims around the circle and counts more than twenty in total, with each one looking 01:12:00.780 --> 01:12:01.620 to be unique. 01:12:01.620 --> 01:12:06.540 While the center of the circle of statues is empty, there’s pieces of bricks and concrete 01:12:06.540 --> 01:12:07.500 scattered all around it. 01:12:07.500 --> 01:12:09.420 Did there used to be something down here? 01:12:09.420 --> 01:12:13.920 A building or some kind of structure that once housed the statues and has now collapsed? 01:12:13.920 --> 01:12:16.980 It seems impossible that anything could have ever been built down here. 01:12:17.760 --> 01:12:20.940 He looks back in the direction of his wife but he can’t see her. 01:12:20.940 --> 01:12:24.180 She must be somewhere among the kelp investigating her own mysteries. 01:12:24.180 --> 01:12:27.420 He’s about to head in her direction when he notices something. 01:12:27.420 --> 01:12:29.700 The inside of the circle isn’t empty. 01:12:29.700 --> 01:12:32.640 Something is inside, sticking out of the sand. 01:12:33.360 --> 01:12:35.820 He swims up above the ring to get a better look. 01:12:37.260 --> 01:12:41.220 There’s definitely something buried in the circle of statues, he can see now that it 01:12:41.220 --> 01:12:43.080 is the corner of what looks to be a metal box. 01:12:43.080 --> 01:12:48.480 He swims down closer to the box and reaches a hand out towards it, when he suddenly stops, 01:12:48.480 --> 01:12:49.140 and looks up. 01:12:49.140 --> 01:12:53.820 The woman swims out of the dense kelp forest carrying a brightly colored shell. 01:12:53.820 --> 01:12:56.160 She can’t wait to show her husband how beautiful it is. 01:12:56.160 --> 01:12:58.380 She looks around but there’s no sign of him. 01:12:58.380 --> 01:13:02.460 She looks in the direction that he swam and spots the same strange group of people that 01:13:02.460 --> 01:13:02.820 he did. 01:13:03.360 --> 01:13:08.100 As she swims towards them she also quickly realizes that these are just statues, very 01:13:08.100 --> 01:13:09.660 odd ones, but statues nonetheless. 01:13:10.320 --> 01:13:12.600 She also notices the rubble that surrounds them. 01:13:12.600 --> 01:13:17.160 The broken chunks of concrete, bricks, some bones… wait, bones? 01:13:17.160 --> 01:13:21.540 That’s when she spots something else lying on the ocean floor just outside the ring of 01:13:21.540 --> 01:13:22.080 statues. 01:13:22.080 --> 01:13:26.400 it’s her husband’s scuba tank with his shattered mask resting on top. 01:13:35.940 --> 01:13:36.840 Hi! 01:13:36.840 --> 01:13:37.800 I’m Dr. Bob. 01:13:37.800 --> 01:13:41.940 And this is SCP-1451, also known as… 01:13:41.940 --> 01:13:43.920 Sunken Children's Perimeter. 01:13:45.060 --> 01:13:50.340 SCP-1451 is the designation that has been given to an anomalous set of metal statues 01:13:50.340 --> 01:13:52.800 that possess very strange and deadly properties. 01:13:53.640 --> 01:13:58.776 The twenty-six statues, each of which is unique and have been given the designations SCP-1451-1 01:13:58.776 --> 01:14:06.840 through 26, all resemble human children and range in height from 1.32 to 1.43 meters. 01:14:06.840 --> 01:14:11.220 They are located within an ocean inlet on the seafloor, and are arranged in a circle 01:14:11.220 --> 01:14:15.780 facing outwards, with each holding hands with the ones next to it, forming an unbroken ring. 01:14:16.440 --> 01:14:21.060 These statues are anything but stationary though, at least some of the time, and in 01:14:21.060 --> 01:14:25.680 fact they have three distinct states of motion which the SCP Foundation refers to as Class 01:14:25.680 --> 01:14:27.360 1 through 3 scenarios. 01:14:27.360 --> 01:14:33.180 The first, a Class 1 scenario, is the designation given when no movement is detected at all. 01:14:33.180 --> 01:14:36.720 This is the state that the statues appear to spend the majority of their time in. 01:14:36.720 --> 01:14:41.820 The designation will change to Class 2 when some slight movement of the statues is detected. 01:14:41.820 --> 01:14:47.400 In this state, they can be seen to slowly raise and lower their hands, while also subtly 01:14:47.400 --> 01:14:49.500 moving together in a counter-clockwise direction. 01:14:49.500 --> 01:14:53.640 Bubbles have been observed coming from the statues mouths during this scenario. 01:14:53.640 --> 01:14:59.280 SCP-1451 will be seen to behave this way when a large object comes near it, and it will 01:14:59.280 --> 01:15:03.120 often mean that the statues are preparing to transition into a Class 3 scenario. 01:15:04.020 --> 01:15:08.520 A Class 3 scenario will be triggered when a solid object that weighs more than 40 grams 01:15:08.520 --> 01:15:09.720 enters the center of the circle. 01:15:09.720 --> 01:15:15.120 When the object, whether it be a living one or not, enters this activation area, the statues 01:15:15.120 --> 01:15:20.100 will fully animate and turn their attention on the object with only one purpose, to destroy 01:15:20.100 --> 01:15:20.280 it. 01:15:21.060 --> 01:15:25.620 When the statues enter a Class 3 scenario, they exhibit incredible strength and agility. 01:15:25.620 --> 01:15:30.000 They appear to possess at least a rudimentary form of intelligence as well, as they have 01:15:30.000 --> 01:15:32.520 been seen utilizing teamwork and advanced tactics. 01:15:32.520 --> 01:15:37.440 Once the statues have been activated, they are relentless in the pursuit of their targets, 01:15:37.440 --> 01:15:39.240 stopping at nothing to neutralize them. 01:15:39.240 --> 01:15:43.920 Should you manage to make it out of the activation area, the statues will still continue to give 01:15:43.920 --> 01:15:48.960 chase, and in one case they followed a target over a kilometer before finally overtaking 01:15:48.960 --> 01:15:49.200 it. 01:15:50.340 --> 01:15:54.540 Once they get their hands on a target, death and destruction are all but assured. 01:15:54.540 --> 01:15:58.800 They will rip and tear anything that enters their circle apart, be it man or machine, 01:15:58.800 --> 01:16:00.240 with their metallic hands. 01:16:00.240 --> 01:16:04.560 Once they have eliminated the object, the statues will then return to their Class 1 01:16:04.560 --> 01:16:05.340 scenario position. 01:16:06.120 --> 01:16:10.260 Attempts to intercept the statues as they return to their activation area will lead 01:16:10.260 --> 01:16:15.720 to what the Foundation has dubbed a Class 3.5 scenario, during which they will destroy 01:16:15.720 --> 01:16:19.800 anyone or anything that tries to intervene or prevent them from reaching their destination. 01:16:21.000 --> 01:16:26.400 While SCP-1451 might seem to be one of the simpler anomalies in the SCP Foundation database, 01:16:26.400 --> 01:16:31.140 there may just be more to this story than first meets the eye, and in fact, the Sunken 01:16:31.140 --> 01:16:34.740 Children's Perimeter may not even be the first anomaly that was contained here. 01:16:35.640 --> 01:16:40.620 Those with Foundation Overseer level clearance have access to some rather interesting documents 01:16:40.620 --> 01:16:46.500 that help to fill in just what SCP-1451 might really be, and more importantly, what they’re 01:16:46.500 --> 01:16:46.980 protecting. 01:16:47.700 --> 01:16:51.480 The documents include a manifest of the materials that were initially recovered from the area 01:16:51.480 --> 01:16:53.880 where SCP-1451 was discovered. 01:16:54.480 --> 01:16:59.520 These materials included roughly 20 kilograms of bricks, 4,000 kilograms of containment-grade 01:16:59.520 --> 01:17:05.400 concrete, the type normally used in SCP Foundation sites, and most interesting of all, a damaged 01:17:05.400 --> 01:17:06.180 Scranton box. 01:17:06.840 --> 01:17:11.160 For those unaware, Scranton boxes were the precursors to Dr. Scranton’s much better 01:17:11.160 --> 01:17:12.420 known Reality Anchors. 01:17:12.420 --> 01:17:17.220 These powerful devices are used to contain reality warping anomalies and prevent them 01:17:17.220 --> 01:17:19.740 from bending the fabric of our universe to their whims. 01:17:20.520 --> 01:17:24.360 Dr. Scranton’s initial research into the technology produced an early version that 01:17:24.360 --> 01:17:28.500 was used in the containment of anomalies, though we now know that the technology was 01:17:28.500 --> 01:17:30.540 flawed and could lead to failures in containment. 01:17:31.620 --> 01:17:37.200 In the case of SCP-1451, a document was partially recovered from the Scranton box that alludes 01:17:37.200 --> 01:17:38.460 to just such a failure. 01:17:38.460 --> 01:17:43.980 In this instance, a powerful Euclid class reality warper was being held at Area-56, 01:17:43.980 --> 01:17:47.460 a location that the Foundation has no record of ever having existed. 01:17:47.460 --> 01:17:52.680 The corrupted file seems to suggest that the reality warping SCP’s primary anomalous 01:17:52.680 --> 01:17:56.220 attribute was that things it believed to be real, would become real. 01:17:56.220 --> 01:18:01.380 If it misconceived reality in any way, its anomalous abilities would force that misconception 01:18:01.380 --> 01:18:03.120 to become actual reality. 01:18:03.720 --> 01:18:08.340 For example, after the anomalous entity referred to an agent assigned to its containment as 01:18:08.340 --> 01:18:13.140 a “child,” the agent was at risk of undergoing various physical and mental changes to truly 01:18:13.140 --> 01:18:13.860 become a child. 01:18:14.820 --> 01:18:19.020 It appears that the anomaly may have begun conflating various aspects of its containment, 01:18:19.020 --> 01:18:21.600 mixing up the concepts of containment itself. 01:18:21.600 --> 01:18:25.980 The metal of its cage, the concrete of its cell, the “child” agent involved with 01:18:25.980 --> 01:18:30.600 its containment, the SCP Foundation itself - they all became entangled within its reality 01:18:30.600 --> 01:18:34.560 warping anomaly’s mind, and appear to have been jumbled together in such a way that led 01:18:34.560 --> 01:18:40.680 to the creation of SCP-1451, a group of metal children who are eternally on guard and destroy 01:18:40.680 --> 01:18:42.540 anything that tries to breach their perimeter. 01:18:42.540 --> 01:18:47.400 Just what happened to Area-56, the personnel who were stationed there, or the powerful 01:18:47.400 --> 01:18:50.940 reality warping anomaly they contained, continues to be a mystery. 01:18:51.900 --> 01:18:57.180 SCP-1451 has been classified as Euclid, and is considered to be effectively contained 01:18:57.180 --> 01:18:57.960 at its current location. 01:18:57.960 --> 01:19:02.820 A sphere of wire mesh netting has been erected around it in order to ensure that no objects 01:19:02.820 --> 01:19:06.900 enter its activation area, but in the event that an object does manage to enter the circle, 01:19:06.900 --> 01:19:11.820 the statues are to be remotely monitored and no attempts whatsoever are to be made to try 01:19:11.820 --> 01:19:15.420 and rescue the person or object that triggered the Class 3 scenario. 01:19:15.420 --> 01:19:20.160 It’s quiet day in a small,  American town. It’s warm,   01:19:20.160 --> 01:19:24.840 with a slight breeze. A calm, simple  Sunday, just like so many others.   01:19:25.860 --> 01:19:31.200 Very few people set their alarms and most  are still asleep at 8 AM. It’s the kind of   01:19:31.200 --> 01:19:36.180 town where everyone knows and trusts everyone  else. After all, what are good neighbors for? 01:19:36.900 --> 01:19:42.120 While his wife still sleeps back in their modest  home, a retired man in his mid-sixties decides   01:19:42.120 --> 01:19:47.100 to start the day off right. With a rod in one  hand and a tackle box in the other, he makes his   01:19:47.100 --> 01:19:51.720 way down the side of a grassy embankment towards  his favorite fishing spot along the local river.   01:19:52.320 --> 01:19:55.740 He’s even got a pair of neatly-cut  sandwiches in an old-fashioned,   01:19:55.740 --> 01:19:59.040 metal lunch pail. The picture of small town bliss. 01:19:59.040 --> 01:20:03.780 But something he sees stops him  in his tracks. Something large,   01:20:03.780 --> 01:20:08.400 floating in the water. He freezes. He  wants to write it off as driftwood or   01:20:08.400 --> 01:20:11.880 some trash that someone has thrown into  the river, but in his heart of hearts,   01:20:11.880 --> 01:20:16.620 he knows better than that. What’s  floating in the water is a human corpse.  01:20:17.280 --> 01:20:21.840 Not long after, the local sheriff’s department is  on the scene, dredging the body out of the water.   01:20:21.840 --> 01:20:26.760 It’s about as small and underfunded as you can  expect for a group of police officers from a place   01:20:26.760 --> 01:20:31.500 where nothing ever seems to happen. There hadn’t  been a murder in this quaint little burg in years… 01:20:31.500 --> 01:20:36.540 When they turn over the body, it isn’t  hard to make a positive ID. The pallid,   01:20:36.540 --> 01:20:41.160 water-bloated face of a well known local  man stares up at them with blank, dead eyes.   01:20:41.880 --> 01:20:46.560 Some in attendance gasp at the sight of it.  It’d been years since the last murder in town,   01:20:46.560 --> 01:20:52.440 but when that last murder had occurred, the  prime suspect had been… this very same man. 01:20:53.160 --> 01:20:56.100 Ten years prior, he had been  a successful local mechanic,   01:20:56.100 --> 01:21:00.600 but that all changed when his wife turned  up dead in a field - her face caved in by   01:21:00.600 --> 01:21:05.100 some kind of heavy bludgeoning instrument.  It was a brutal crime, the most horrific the   01:21:05.100 --> 01:21:09.000 town had ever seen. Reporters traveled  in from all over the state to cover it,   01:21:09.000 --> 01:21:14.100 and that’s when the web of secrets tied around  this one tragic incident began to truly unravel. 01:21:14.700 --> 01:21:18.360 It was an open secret in town that  the man and his wife weren’t exactly   01:21:18.360 --> 01:21:22.920 on the fondest of terms. He was known for  having affairs with women half his age.   01:21:23.580 --> 01:21:27.660 Rumor had it that his wife was tired of being  betrayed and humiliated by her good-for-nothing,   01:21:27.660 --> 01:21:32.160 philandering husband, and was finally going  to break it off. With the knowledge of his   01:21:32.160 --> 01:21:36.000 infidelity being so public, she’d take  him for all he was worth in divorce court. 01:21:36.840 --> 01:21:40.500 And it wasn’t long after these  rumors began that she turned up dead. 01:21:41.220 --> 01:21:44.280 Soon, fingers were pointed  - Most of them, naturally,   01:21:44.280 --> 01:21:49.440 in the man’s direction. He lawyered up and denied  every charge, but in the court of public opinion,   01:21:49.440 --> 01:21:54.480 he’d already been convicted. That, however,  was the only court he’d ever be convicted in. 01:21:55.080 --> 01:21:59.460 Despite the wealth of circumstantial evidence,  there wasn’t enough to convict him of his wife’s   01:21:59.460 --> 01:22:03.900 killing. He was acquitted of all charges and  went free, despite his reputation in town   01:22:03.900 --> 01:22:08.700 taking a severe dive. In the next few years,  he’d marry one of his very young mistresses,   01:22:08.700 --> 01:22:13.380 and the news story would fade away back into  the darkness of small-town rumors and hearsay.   01:22:13.920 --> 01:22:16.980 The murder of his wife would  remain forever unsolved. 01:22:17.640 --> 01:22:21.060 With all the context in mind,  the fisherman, a few locals,   01:22:21.060 --> 01:22:26.160 and the handful of police officers stare down at  the dead face of the man, his soaked body sprawled   01:22:26.160 --> 01:22:31.200 out on the riverbank. A police deputy uses a  gloved hand to tilt his head upwards slightly,   01:22:31.200 --> 01:22:36.060 revealing the long, deep wound in his  throat, carved so deep it cuts to bone.   01:22:36.780 --> 01:22:41.100 His throat had been slashed, and whoever  had done it had been extremely thorough. 01:22:41.640 --> 01:22:45.120 The identity of the victim had been  confirmed, as had the method of murder.   01:22:45.120 --> 01:22:52.800 Only one question remained: Who murdered him? Hours later, across town, a man wakes up alone in   01:22:52.800 --> 01:22:58.320 bed after a long, refreshing sleep. His young wife  of five years went downstairs a few hours before   01:22:58.320 --> 01:23:03.900 to do some chores and cook breakfast, leaving him  to his rest. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and   01:23:03.900 --> 01:23:09.180 yawns. It’s a sunny day outside. How wonderful.  And he can smell breakfast cooking downstairs. 01:23:09.180 --> 01:23:15.240 He smiles, gets up, dresses, and makes his  way down the stairs at a leisurely pace.   01:23:15.240 --> 01:23:18.840 He can hear his wife humming in the  kitchen. As he passes the threshold,   01:23:18.840 --> 01:23:23.100 he calls her name, and she freezes  up. Her body shakes slightly. 01:23:23.760 --> 01:23:25.440 Is that… Fear? 01:23:26.220 --> 01:23:28.380 He doesn’t understand. He steps closer. 01:23:29.040 --> 01:23:32.400 Suddenly, she turns and screams at  him, like he’s an intruder wearing a   01:23:32.400 --> 01:23:35.580 ski mask and holding out a knife.  He tells her that it’s just him,   01:23:35.580 --> 01:23:40.740 that everything is fine. He begs her to explain  what’s going on. Instead, she asks what he’s   01:23:40.740 --> 01:23:44.760 doing in her house and threatens to call  the police. He has no idea what’s going on. 01:23:45.480 --> 01:23:50.400 He takes another step forward, and she reacts  severely. His young wife grabs the handle of   01:23:50.400 --> 01:23:54.180 her frying pan and swings it, hitting him  as sausages and hot oil fly through the   01:23:54.180 --> 01:23:59.220 air. He shrieks in a mix of pain, shock, and  pure terror, before running out of the room.   01:23:59.820 --> 01:24:04.080 What is happening? Has his wife has lost  her mind? He needs to get help immediately. 01:24:04.080 --> 01:24:09.420 He rushes out his house but when he reaches the  street outside, he finds no safety or comfort,   01:24:09.420 --> 01:24:14.220 only confused, judgmental stares from his  supposed neighbors. They all turn to look   01:24:14.220 --> 01:24:18.600 at him with the exact same expression as  his wife. A look that says, “Who are you?” 01:24:19.200 --> 01:24:23.580 As he continues to run, calling for help and  fighting back the pain of his oil-scalded skin,   01:24:23.580 --> 01:24:27.060 he just gets more of those same  stares from everyone he encounters.   01:24:27.780 --> 01:24:30.300 They look at him like he’s  some kind of raving madman,   01:24:30.300 --> 01:24:34.020 not someone who’d just been the victim  of a random and brutal domestic assault. 01:24:34.020 --> 01:24:38.640 And yet, back at his home, his wife is  already calling the local police to tell   01:24:38.640 --> 01:24:42.000 them about the stranger who’d just broken  into her house and tried to attack her. 01:24:42.660 --> 01:24:46.380 The sheriff’s department deputy on the other  end of the line can’t believe what he’s hearing.   01:24:46.380 --> 01:24:50.700 A man turns up dead in the local river, and  before they can even give his wife the news,   01:24:50.700 --> 01:24:54.360 she’s calling to report that a stranger  had tried to attack her in her own home.   01:24:55.080 --> 01:24:58.860 Could it be any more obvious that this stranger  was the one behind her husband’s murder? 01:24:58.860 --> 01:25:02.100 Given that everyone knows  everyone in a town like this,   01:25:02.100 --> 01:25:06.060 it stands to reason that her husband’s killer  and his wife’s home invader must have come   01:25:06.060 --> 01:25:10.380 from out of town. Perhaps a drifter, or  someone her husband had owed money to. 01:25:10.380 --> 01:25:14.580 Given the kind of person he was, it was  no surprise that he’d burned some kind   01:25:14.580 --> 01:25:18.420 of bridge badly enough that someone out there  would want him dead, and act on that desire.   01:25:18.420 --> 01:25:23.460 Case closed. All that was left to do now was  catch this violent madman and bring him to   01:25:23.460 --> 01:25:28.320 justice before he could hurt anyone else. What  kind of justice would they give him, exactly? 01:25:28.320 --> 01:25:31.260 Well, they could decide on the particulars later… 01:25:31.920 --> 01:25:35.880 As the man continues his frantic run across  town, searching in vain for somebody,   01:25:35.880 --> 01:25:41.580 anybody to come to his aid, rumors begin to  spread through town. After all, in a place   01:25:41.580 --> 01:25:44.460 where everyone knows everyone,  people have a tendency to talk. 01:25:45.120 --> 01:25:49.260 It doesn’t take long for half of the town to hear  about the local man who had been found dead in the   01:25:49.260 --> 01:25:54.000 river with his throat slashed open. That the same  maniac that killed him had made an attempt on his   01:25:54.000 --> 01:25:58.380 young wife’s life and she’d just barely managed  to fight him off. That the murderer had come   01:25:58.380 --> 01:26:02.580 in from out of town, and that now he was running  through the streets, babbling like a psychopath. 01:26:03.240 --> 01:26:07.800 It doesn’t take long for a consensus to form.  It’s clear that, if left to his own devices,   01:26:07.800 --> 01:26:13.200 this outsider will only hurt more people.  Who will it be next? It could be any of them… 01:26:13.800 --> 01:26:20.100 The townsfolk feel afraid, upset, unsafe, but  most of all, they feel paranoid. The shadow   01:26:20.100 --> 01:26:24.360 of the maniac seems to be lurking around every  corner. If they want to keep themselves safe,   01:26:24.360 --> 01:26:28.380 and avenge the death of the poor man in the  river, they’ll need to take justice into   01:26:28.380 --> 01:26:33.780 their own hands or this intruder could completely  upend their town’s quiet life. It’s the only way. 01:26:33.780 --> 01:26:38.220 They unlock their gun safes and arm  themselves with shotguns, handguns,   01:26:38.220 --> 01:26:43.080 and rifles. Those without guns grab bats,  hammers, and knives. Some grab shovels   01:26:43.080 --> 01:26:46.740 and pitchforks from their tool sheds.  This loose maniac may be dangerous,   01:26:46.740 --> 01:26:51.660 but they have numbers on their side. Together,  they’ll find him and give him what he deserves. 01:26:52.320 --> 01:26:54.240 The man is still running through the streets,   01:26:54.240 --> 01:26:58.680 in pain, wondering where everyone has gone.  His life is falling apart around him and he   01:26:58.680 --> 01:27:01.920 doesn’t even know why. Is this all  a nightmare? Is he going insane? 01:27:01.920 --> 01:27:06.540 Before long, he can hear footsteps.  People are approaching in groups, yelling,   01:27:06.540 --> 01:27:12.360 chanting. He sees a crowd turn a nearby  corner and stare. Guns. Knives. Literal   01:27:12.360 --> 01:27:18.240 pitchforks and torches. Wide, bulging eyes and  borne teeth. Someone points at him and barks. 01:27:18.240 --> 01:27:19.680 “There he is! Get him!” 01:27:19.680 --> 01:27:24.300 That’s when realizes that, for some reason,  these maniacs have it in for him too,   01:27:24.300 --> 01:27:29.760 he turns tail and begins to run. He hasn’t  gone insane, everyone else has. He can hear   01:27:29.760 --> 01:27:34.860 the thundering of their many footsteps chasing  him. He ducks and screams as gunshots ring out,   01:27:34.860 --> 01:27:40.260 whizzing past him. Some even throw rocks. All  these people - This isn’t fear, this is pure,   01:27:40.260 --> 01:27:43.920 undiluted rage. They want to kill  him in the street in broad daylight. 01:27:44.520 --> 01:27:48.180 He hears some of them screaming,  “Murderer! Murderer! We’ll get you!” 01:27:48.720 --> 01:27:53.700 In his terrified mind, he wonders, Is this  what this is all about? His first wife? He’d   01:27:53.700 --> 01:27:57.360 been acquitted. It was so many years ago. Why  would they all turn on him? Why now? It’s-- 01:27:58.080 --> 01:28:02.460 Relief swells and washes over him when he sees  a police cruiser making its way towards him   01:28:02.460 --> 01:28:06.180 from the other end of the street. They’d  save him from these bloodthirsty maniacs. 01:28:06.180 --> 01:28:11.820 The car comes to a stop, and a pair of familiar  police officers step out. They seem oddly calm,   01:28:11.820 --> 01:28:15.600 given the situation. The man approaches,  trying to plead with them through a throat,   01:28:15.600 --> 01:28:20.760 wracked by pain, exhaustion, and terror. The  mob is hot on his heels now. He needs help.   01:28:20.760 --> 01:28:25.440 He desperately needs help. But as he tries  to form the words, he gets a hard lesson in   01:28:25.440 --> 01:28:28.860 the fact that these police officers are  the wrong people to come to for that. 01:28:29.520 --> 01:28:34.800 The one closest to him slides his baton out of his  belt and strikes the man across the face. His face   01:28:34.800 --> 01:28:39.660 feels a sudden explosion of pain as his cheekbone  shatters. Before he can even register what’s going   01:28:39.660 --> 01:28:44.280 on, the other officer strikes the back of his leg  with his baton, and he crumbles to the ground.   01:28:45.060 --> 01:28:49.380 The two of them begin beating him relentlessly  while he begs for mercy through broken teeth,   01:28:49.380 --> 01:28:53.640 and it’s not long until the rest of  the mob catches up and surrounds him. 01:28:54.240 --> 01:28:57.660 With a final strike to the  face, everything goes black. 01:28:58.380 --> 01:29:03.360 When he opens his eyes, it’s night time, and he  can feel something constricting his wrists and   01:29:03.360 --> 01:29:08.460 neck. Heavy ropes cut into his skin. His hands  are bound and there’s a noose around his neck,   01:29:08.460 --> 01:29:13.980 the other end tied to the branch of a tree  above him. His feet teeter precariously on   01:29:13.980 --> 01:29:18.900 a stool below. The rope has no slack.  He’s surrounded by the townspeople,   01:29:18.900 --> 01:29:24.060 all armed and staring hatefully at him. The  only light comes from their burning torches. 01:29:24.780 --> 01:29:27.600 The sheriff stands at the front  of the crowd, his weeping wife   01:29:27.600 --> 01:29:32.040 standing next to him. With a stony face,  he dictates that, for the crime of murder,   01:29:32.040 --> 01:29:36.660 he has been found guilty, and is sentenced  to hang by the neck until he is dead. 01:29:37.320 --> 01:29:40.620 His eyes widen one last time in pure panic as the   01:29:40.620 --> 01:29:43.080 sheriff holds up a photo of the  dead man pulled from the river. 01:29:43.680 --> 01:29:47.460 What? No, there must be some kind  of terrible mistake. I didn’t kill   01:29:47.460 --> 01:29:50.340 that man. I AM that man! I am! I swear! Please-- 01:29:50.340 --> 01:29:54.420 But before he can even form the  words, his own wife steps forward,   01:29:54.420 --> 01:29:57.300 and kicks out the stool from under his feet. 01:29:57.960 --> 01:30:02.940 While this story of fear, paranoia, mob  mentality, and unspeakable violence may   01:30:02.940 --> 01:30:07.020 seem as sadly natural and human as  breathing air, the spark that ignited   01:30:07.020 --> 01:30:15.660 this tinder box was decidedly inhuman. This is  SCP-3852, also known as… Small Town Justice. 01:30:16.380 --> 01:30:21.720 First, meet SCP-3852-1. No matter  what your gut feeling may be,   01:30:21.720 --> 01:30:26.580 I assure you that you do not recognize  him. He’s an unidentified male corpse   01:30:26.580 --> 01:30:34.140 and also an intrinsic factor in the SCP-3852  phenomenon. There are many SCP-3852-1 instances,   01:30:34.140 --> 01:30:39.600 and all of them are physically and biologically  identical. And if ever you encounter one of them,   01:30:39.600 --> 01:30:44.100 unless the SCP Foundation can intervene  in time, something terrible will happen. 01:30:44.100 --> 01:30:49.080 To put it simply, one of these unidentified  corpses will manifest within the bounds of a small   01:30:49.080 --> 01:30:54.360 town or village with a population of over 2,000  people on the East Coast or in the Midwest of the   01:30:54.360 --> 01:31:02.040 United States. Upon someone seeing the SCP-3852-1  corpse, the SCP-3852 phenomenon will begin.   01:31:02.820 --> 01:31:06.600 Despite having no internal or external  injuries in an objective sense,   01:31:06.600 --> 01:31:11.340 the victims of its anomalous effects will believe  that it is a person from their town who has been   01:31:11.340 --> 01:31:15.420 recently murdered - Despite the fact that  this victim is very much alive in town. 01:31:16.680 --> 01:31:22.860 While initially it was believed that the selection  of the victim, dubbed SCP-3852-2, was entirely   01:31:22.860 --> 01:31:29.520 random, as more and more SCP-3852 incidents  popped since the first was recorded in 1978,   01:31:29.520 --> 01:31:34.740 a pattern began to emerge. It was discovered that  the victims were all people who were believed   01:31:34.740 --> 01:31:38.700 to have committed some serious or repeated  crimes in the past, but who were acquitted   01:31:38.700 --> 01:31:43.680 or otherwise cleared of charges. But when the  phenomenon begins, a frightening switch occurs. 01:31:44.340 --> 01:31:48.540 While the body will take on the identity of the  victim for a number of the township’s citizens,   01:31:48.540 --> 01:31:54.240 the actual victim will become a depersonalized  stranger. An outsider. Someone to be looked   01:31:54.240 --> 01:31:58.380 upon with active suspicion that soon  grows into paranoia, and eventually,   01:31:58.380 --> 01:32:04.380 uncontrollable rage and bloodlust. But the fury of  the mob being directed at one person is one thing;   01:32:04.380 --> 01:32:08.640 a town being dragged into what seems like  an outright civil war is quite another. 01:32:09.480 --> 01:32:13.620 The mob will arm themselves and go on the  hunt for the accused. During the process,   01:32:13.620 --> 01:32:18.540 if anyone in town attempts to stop them such  as when individuals try to stand up on behalf   01:32:18.540 --> 01:32:22.980 of the accused encouraging the mob to exercise  caution and approach the situation rationally,   01:32:22.980 --> 01:32:28.200 as happens in many SCP-3852 events, they  too will become perceived differently. 01:32:28.740 --> 01:32:33.540 It is estimated that between 11 and 27%  of the affected community will not be   01:32:33.540 --> 01:32:36.720 swayed to join the vigilante group,  and when they refute the accusations   01:32:36.720 --> 01:32:39.540 they will be accused of trying  to impede the course of justice.   01:32:40.320 --> 01:32:45.360 When the violence eventually breaks out though  - as it always does - they will not be spared. 01:32:45.900 --> 01:32:50.340 When the victim that started it all is finally  found, they will be violently executed,   01:32:50.340 --> 01:32:54.120 at which point, the townsfolk will all  begin behaving normally and life will   01:32:54.120 --> 01:32:57.780 resume once more as if nothing  ever happened. In the aftermath,   01:32:57.780 --> 01:33:02.100 people will give inconsistent accounts of  what occurred, but none will experience any   01:33:02.100 --> 01:33:05.820 long-term traumatic effects from taking  part in or witnessing the violence. 01:33:06.540 --> 01:33:09.600 Since the phenomenon was first noted back in 1978,   01:33:09.600 --> 01:33:14.340 the SCP Foundation has recorded  sixteen different SCP-3852 incidents,   01:33:14.340 --> 01:33:19.500 some of which have been appended to the official  files for expository purposes. Once such event,   01:33:19.500 --> 01:33:27.960 labeled EV-3852-07F3T, is the very first that the  Foundation encountered. During this 3852 event   01:33:27.960 --> 01:33:33.180 which occurred in a small town in Indiana,  368 people were brought under the thrall of   01:33:33.180 --> 01:33:38.880 the anomaly’s effects when the SCP-3852-1 body  was encountered in the town square just after   01:33:38.880 --> 01:33:44.160 sunrise, and was identified as belonging to a  28-year-old local unemployed man named Glenn. 01:33:44.820 --> 01:33:49.320 It didn’t take long for the citizens to turn  on the still living Glenn, causing the poor   01:33:49.320 --> 01:33:53.640 young man to try and flee from the hundreds of  people baying for his blood. He was eventually   01:33:53.640 --> 01:33:58.200 overtaken by the townsfolk while trying to cross  a river and escape from the town. He was pulled   01:33:58.200 --> 01:34:03.960 from the river and beaten viciously. He was then  dragged back into the town square and hanged for   01:34:03.960 --> 01:34:09.480 his perceived crime of murdering… Himself.  The SCP Foundation managed to recover the   01:34:09.480 --> 01:34:15.540 anomalous SCP-3852-1 corpse before questioning the  remaining townfolk and administering amnestics. 01:34:15.540 --> 01:34:19.140 An even worse event occurred  eighteen years later in Ohio,   01:34:19.140 --> 01:34:28.140 recorded as EV-3852-15C1K. This time,  572 people were affected by SCP-3852   01:34:28.140 --> 01:34:32.760 when the body of a controversial local man named  Hector was discovered in a nearby school yard.   01:34:33.360 --> 01:34:37.920 Hector was a former factory worker, until he  was involved in a drunk driving incident which   01:34:37.920 --> 01:34:43.020 resulted in another driver dying and left Hector  paralyzed from the waist down. When the body was   01:34:43.020 --> 01:34:46.800 found, suspicion of course immediately  fell upon the real Hector for the crime. 01:34:47.460 --> 01:34:52.980 When roughly 23% of the community objected to  these accusations, they also became targets of   01:34:52.980 --> 01:34:58.020 the violent mob intent on taking Hector’s life  out of their twisted sense of justice. When   01:34:58.020 --> 01:35:03.000 later interviewing one of the mob’s ringleaders,  a 52-year-old named Matthew Escot, the Foundation   01:35:03.000 --> 01:35:07.860 discovered that neither him nor any of the other  mob members noticed the strange coincidence that   01:35:07.860 --> 01:35:12.420 Hector’s killer was also a paraplegic man  of about the same size and build as Hector.   01:35:13.140 --> 01:35:16.620 As predicted, nobody involved  seemed to carry any guilt,   01:35:16.620 --> 01:35:19.860 or even full awareness of what they’d  carried out in pursuit of justice. 01:35:19.860 --> 01:35:24.840 Hector and those who were attempting to defend him  were chased into an abandoned barn on the edge of   01:35:24.840 --> 01:35:29.700 town for a final standoff. The mob dragged out  Hector and his defenders and brutally murdered   01:35:29.700 --> 01:35:35.820 them all. MTF Epsilon-6, also known as the  Village Idiots - a group specializing in   01:35:35.820 --> 01:35:41.700 small town anomalies - was called in to retrieve  the SCP-3852-1 body and clean up the mess in the   01:35:41.700 --> 01:35:47.040 aftermath. Incidentally, a video of the carnage  was somehow leaked onto the video sharing website,   01:35:47.040 --> 01:35:51.900 YouTube, some years later, causing a containment  fiasco for the Foundation. The investigation   01:35:51.900 --> 01:35:55.620 into the cameraman who filmed and  presumably uploaded the video is ongoing,   01:35:55.620 --> 01:35:59.220 and any information you may have into  their identity should be reported to   01:35:59.220 --> 01:36:03.480 the nearest Foundation agent so that they can  be properly termina - … erm I mean, debriefed. 01:36:03.480 --> 01:36:06.840 SCP-3852 is an incredibly insidious anomaly,   01:36:06.840 --> 01:36:12.240 because even in the most desirable scenario  possible, at least one person is doomed to die.   01:36:12.840 --> 01:36:18.660 In order for the town to be pacified and released  from the anomalous effects of SCP-3852, the victim   01:36:18.660 --> 01:36:24.840 designated SCP-3852-2 must be neutralized,  there simply appears to be no other way.   01:36:25.560 --> 01:36:30.960 When the Village Idiots are dispatched to a town  in the thrall of SCP-3852, they are under strict   01:36:30.960 --> 01:36:37.380 instructions to execute the SCP-3852-2 individual  as quickly as possible and distribute amnestics   01:36:37.380 --> 01:36:43.620 in order to avoid any additional or unnecessary  bloodshed, before collecting the SCP-3852-1 body   01:36:43.620 --> 01:36:47.280 and bringing it back for containment with  the others at a secure Foundation site. 01:36:47.880 --> 01:36:52.380 Naturally, the SCP Foundation remains on  the lookout for strange, hostile activity   01:36:52.380 --> 01:36:58.440 arising in small towns, for fear that it could  be another SCP-3852 incident unfolding. There   01:36:58.440 --> 01:37:02.520 is no way of predicting where the anomaly  will strike next, given that anywhere with a   01:37:02.520 --> 01:37:08.700 population over 2,000 on the East Coast or in the  Midwest is vulnerable to its influence. As such,   01:37:08.700 --> 01:37:13.080 it has been given the Keter class to reflect  the challenges it poses to reliable containment. 01:37:13.920 --> 01:37:19.380 The fact that SCP-3852 seems to attack people  with some prior history of accused crime does   01:37:19.380 --> 01:37:24.780 nothing to narrow down this roster, either. After  all, every small town, no matter how idyllic,   01:37:24.780 --> 01:37:31.560 holds dark secrets. SCP-3852 just provides  a way to bring those secrets into the light. 01:37:32.520 --> 01:37:37.680 “Just a little further” your friend says. They’re  leading your group, and as you all emerge from the   01:37:37.680 --> 01:37:42.540 woods your flashlight illuminates a tall, chain  link fence with barbed wire strung across the top. 01:37:43.200 --> 01:37:45.960 “How are we supposed to get over  that?” another of your friends asks,   01:37:45.960 --> 01:37:50.160 and the group’s leader has just the answer.  They point their flashlight several yards   01:37:50.160 --> 01:37:53.640 down where you see a large pine tree  that has fallen over onto the fence,   01:37:53.640 --> 01:37:57.300 creating a bridge that you should be able  to shimmy along to get over the barrier. 01:37:57.960 --> 01:38:01.500 You and your group of friends take turns  climbing over the toppled tree before   01:38:01.500 --> 01:38:05.820 dropping down on the other side of the  tall fence. After dusting yourselves off,   01:38:05.820 --> 01:38:09.780 your group walks further into the clearing  until you come to an old set of railroad   01:38:09.780 --> 01:38:12.780 tracks that are rusty and look like  they haven’t been used in some time. 01:38:13.500 --> 01:38:17.220 “Well?” one of your more incredulous  friends asks, “what’s supposed to happen?” 01:38:18.060 --> 01:38:21.180 The group’s leader explains that  “if we’re lucky, we’ll see it.” 01:38:21.180 --> 01:38:21.840 “See what?” 01:38:21.840 --> 01:38:22.920 “The ghost light.” 01:38:23.580 --> 01:38:27.240 They go on to explain that on certain  nights, a mysterious light will appear   01:38:27.240 --> 01:38:30.540 in this very clearing, wandering  the area around the railroad tracks. 01:38:30.540 --> 01:38:32.100 “What is it?” you ask. 01:38:32.100 --> 01:38:37.680 Your friend tells you that many years ago, maybe  a hundred or more, this was once a bustling   01:38:37.680 --> 01:38:43.020 and busy stretch of railroad. One night, a Union  Pacific worker came out to check a portion of the   01:38:43.020 --> 01:38:47.340 tracks that were supposedly damaged. The worker  went out into the night with his dim lanter,   01:38:47.340 --> 01:38:51.960 and he walked along the tracks until he stopped  in this very clearing. He spotted what looked   01:38:51.960 --> 01:38:56.640 to be damage to one of the rails and bent down  to examine it. No one knows why he didn’t hear   01:38:56.640 --> 01:39:00.960 the train barreling towards him, or hear  its whistle cry out in the night, but the   01:39:00.960 --> 01:39:05.760 man would never hear anything again, as  BAM! The train took his head clean off! 01:39:05.760 --> 01:39:08.940 Now, with only his lantern  to guide him in the night,   01:39:08.940 --> 01:39:13.440 the headless railway worker wanders this  clearing, still searching for his missing head. 01:39:13.440 --> 01:39:18.480 “That’s a stupid story,” one of your friends says.  “How could someone not notice an entire train?” 01:39:18.480 --> 01:39:20.220 “I don’t know, but it’s true.” 01:39:20.220 --> 01:39:21.300 “No it isn’t.” 01:39:21.300 --> 01:39:23.100 As the two go back and forth,   01:39:23.100 --> 01:39:27.720 you suddenly notice something in the  distance. “Um, hey, look over there.” 01:39:27.720 --> 01:39:33.300 Everyone follows the direction you’re pointing and  sees it. A dim ball of light hanging in the air. 01:39:33.300 --> 01:39:36.180 “See,” your friend says, “I told you it was true.” 01:39:36.180 --> 01:39:40.020 He steps towards the ball of light  and as he does it actually moves,   01:39:40.020 --> 01:39:43.800 drifting back at the same rate he comes  forward, as if to maintain the exact   01:39:43.800 --> 01:39:48.360 same distance. When your friend takes a  step back, the light moves just the same. 01:39:48.960 --> 01:39:51.300 “Look, over there!” you say, “another one!” 01:39:51.300 --> 01:39:55.860 What’s going on? Were these the ghosts  of multiple headless rail workers? All   01:39:55.860 --> 01:39:59.580 searching for their missing craniums? This  light is brighter than the other though,   01:39:59.580 --> 01:40:04.260 and rather than maintaining a set distance from  your group, it’s slowly moving towards you. 01:40:04.260 --> 01:40:06.300 “What do we do?” one asks. 01:40:06.300 --> 01:40:09.540 “I don’t know!” the leader says, “I’ve  never dealt with a ghost before!” 01:40:10.200 --> 01:40:15.060 The light continues to move towards your group  and no one knows what to do. Frozen in fear,   01:40:15.060 --> 01:40:19.500 you watch as the light passes straight through  you, and your friends start to scream as it is   01:40:19.500 --> 01:40:23.700 absorbed into your chest. Their cries become  muffled though, sounding to you as if they’re   01:40:23.700 --> 01:40:28.500 underwater. And your hearing isn’t the only thing  that feels that way. Your whole body suddenly   01:40:28.500 --> 01:40:32.760 feels as though you’re submerged in liquid.  You can’t breathe and you thrash at the air,   01:40:32.760 --> 01:40:38.880 trying to swim but nothing is there. You scream  and choke, then fall to the ground as the ball   01:40:38.880 --> 01:40:43.140 of light passes through you like you weren’t even  there, leaving you in the dirt gasping for breath. 01:40:43.800 --> 01:40:47.760 Your friends rush over to help you up, asking  what happened, but there’s no time to explain   01:40:47.760 --> 01:40:52.140 because two even bigger, brighter lights have  appeared. You’re terrified of what they might   01:40:52.140 --> 01:40:56.340 do to you but before you can even think about  running a voice calls out from the darkness. 01:40:57.060 --> 01:40:57.900 “Stop right there!” 01:40:58.680 --> 01:41:02.880 The two big balls of light are headlights  attached to the front of a black SUV,   01:41:02.880 --> 01:41:06.180 and a pair of angry looking armed  guards have just gotten out of it. 01:41:06.180 --> 01:41:10.500 The last thing you hear is one of the men  say “I can’t believe we have to deal with   01:41:10.500 --> 01:41:14.880 this,” before you feel the sting of a dart  hitting your thigh and your vision goes black. 01:41:15.600 --> 01:41:18.660 You open your eyes to find that you’re  sitting in your own car with your group   01:41:18.660 --> 01:41:23.280 of friends. They too appear to have been asleep  and are just waking. You’re parked on the side   01:41:23.280 --> 01:41:27.600 of the road next to a thick forest of pine  trees and the sun is just starting to rise. 01:41:27.600 --> 01:41:31.860 “What were we supposed to do again?” one  of your friends asks from the backseat. 01:41:31.860 --> 01:41:37.140 “I don’t remember,” you say, “but the sun is  coming up. Let’s get out of here.” And you   01:41:37.140 --> 01:41:41.280 drive your group of friends back home with  no memory of the previous night’s events. 01:41:41.880 --> 01:41:45.840 This group of teens were quite lucky. What  they thought was little more than an urban   01:41:45.840 --> 01:41:49.740 legend known as the The Gurdon Lights,  was actually a mysterious and dangerous   01:41:49.740 --> 01:41:54.420 anomaly which the SCP Foundation  knows much better as SCP-2640. 01:41:54.420 --> 01:42:00.480 SCP-2640 is a temporal anomaly that is  found within a 5000 square meter area   01:42:00.480 --> 01:42:05.880 near the town of Gurdon, Arkansas. The area  is densely covered with pine trees, with the   01:42:05.880 --> 01:42:09.900 only man made object found within it being a  set of railroad tracks that bisect the area. 01:42:10.680 --> 01:42:17.400 Of most interest within SCP-2640 though, are the  strange entities that manifest inside. Designated   01:42:17.400 --> 01:42:23.820 as SCP-2640-1, these entities are floating orbs  of light that are capable of appearing alone, or   01:42:23.820 --> 01:42:28.080 in groups, though no more than twelve at once have  ever been observed manifesting at the same time. 01:42:29.160 --> 01:42:34.980 Their light will vary in intensity, from 75  to 450 lux, which is roughly equivalent to   01:42:34.980 --> 01:42:38.580 the range of light produced by standard  light bulbs, and the color is always a   01:42:38.580 --> 01:42:43.380 bluish white. The lights will normally  be seen to travel slowly within SCP-2640,   01:42:43.380 --> 01:42:46.860 though they have been observed moving  quite quickly on occasion, with the   01:42:46.860 --> 01:42:50.520 quickest ones having been measured traveling  at speeds of up to 60 kilometers per hour. 01:42:51.300 --> 01:42:55.140 There is also a connection between the  luminosity of the entities and their behavior.   01:42:55.680 --> 01:42:59.640 Those measured at less than 150  lux will not interact with humans,   01:42:59.640 --> 01:43:04.080 instead maintaining a distance of at least 20  meters from the nearest observer at all times.   01:43:04.860 --> 01:43:09.600 Attempts to move closer will lead to the entity  moving away at the same rate, ensuring that it   01:43:09.600 --> 01:43:14.280 maintains the same 20 meters of distance at  all times. On the opposite end of the scale,   01:43:14.280 --> 01:43:19.860 those that are closer to 450 lux are very active,  and will approach and even interact with humans. 01:43:20.580 --> 01:43:26.700 In some instances, the brighter SCP-2640-1  entities will actually pass through solid objects,   01:43:26.700 --> 01:43:31.620 including people, which leads to a very strange  sensation for the person involved. When this   01:43:31.620 --> 01:43:35.520 has occurred, the subject has described a  sensation of “being suspended in liquid”   01:43:35.520 --> 01:43:39.420 or “floating in a swimming pool” despite  there being no outward physical changes   01:43:39.420 --> 01:43:44.580 to them. This feeling of being in water  will start the moment a 2640-1 entity   01:43:44.580 --> 01:43:48.240 makes contact with their body and will  cease once it is no longer touching them. 01:43:48.840 --> 01:43:54.480 The SCP-2640-1 entities appear  bound to the SCP-2640 area,   01:43:54.480 --> 01:43:58.620 and any that approach the boundaries will  slowly dim until they disappear completely. 01:43:59.280 --> 01:44:04.980 In order to better understand the nature  of SCP-2640, and specifically the 2640-1   01:44:04.980 --> 01:44:10.440 entities found within, an expedition into the  area using D Class personnel was authorized. 01:44:10.980 --> 01:44:15.000 The three Class Ds were equipped with special  equipment capable of measuring the relative   01:44:15.000 --> 01:44:19.380 reality distortion in a given area, and told  to follow along the railroad tracks that run   01:44:19.380 --> 01:44:24.660 within SCP-2640, with orders to report anything  they experienced that was out of the ordinary. 01:44:25.380 --> 01:44:30.660 As they progressed deeper into SCP-2640,  their equipment detected significant reality   01:44:30.660 --> 01:44:37.140 distorting effects, and just as they did,  the SCP-2640-1 entities began appearing.   01:44:37.140 --> 01:44:41.820 Despite being quite scared of what they perceived  as “ghosts” the Class D personnel were under   01:44:41.820 --> 01:44:47.760 strict orders not to run. A 2640-1 that was  on the brighter end of the scale approached   01:44:47.760 --> 01:44:52.320 one of the D Classes and passed through his body,  leading him to experiencing the sensation of being   01:44:52.320 --> 01:44:58.740 underwater and, since he was unable to swim, made  him believe that he might drown. The entity passed   01:44:58.740 --> 01:45:03.480 harmlessly through him and he was left with no  lasting injuries, at least not any physical ones. 01:45:04.020 --> 01:45:08.460 After this test and given the extremely high  reality distorting effects that were detected   01:45:08.460 --> 01:45:14.700 in the area, it was theorized by researcher  Dr. Connors that SCP-2640 might be one of the   01:45:14.700 --> 01:45:20.340 strongest temporal anomalies on the planet. His  report goes on to hypothesize that SCP-2640-1   01:45:20.340 --> 01:45:25.440 are actually lifeforms from another time period  that we can see visually, due to this anomaly,   01:45:25.440 --> 01:45:30.060 yet cannot interact with lest we cause  irreparable damage to the time/space continuum. 01:45:30.780 --> 01:45:35.820 Dr. Connors also noted that the area of  SCP-2640 appeared to be slowly growing,   01:45:35.820 --> 01:45:40.440 and in order to prevent further spread the  installation of several Xyank/Anastasakos   01:45:40.440 --> 01:45:43.620 Constant Temporal Sinks or XACTS was authorized. 01:45:44.220 --> 01:45:46.800 And it was a good thing that  the XACTS were installed,   01:45:46.800 --> 01:45:50.280 because there was soon an incident that  would prove how necessary they are. 01:45:50.940 --> 01:45:55.440 In a debriefing after said event with Tony  Hargrove, a Level 03 Tech Support Staff,   01:45:55.440 --> 01:46:01.380 the SCP Foundation learned a horrifying  reality about the true nature of SCP-2640. 01:46:02.160 --> 01:46:06.660 Mr. Hargrove explained that he was  sent into SCP-2640 in order to assess   01:46:06.660 --> 01:46:10.560 the damage to Foundation assets after a  major tornado had passed through the area. 01:46:11.280 --> 01:46:16.020 He explained that while power was still running  to the site, one of the XACTS had been damaged   01:46:16.020 --> 01:46:20.100 and needed to be replaced, so a maintenance  team was sent to install a spare that was kept   01:46:20.100 --> 01:46:24.720 on site. As the maintenance team approached the  area where the XACTS was no longer functioning,   01:46:24.720 --> 01:46:30.240 they reported that there were numerous 2640-1  instances out, more than they had ever seen   01:46:30.240 --> 01:46:33.840 before, and a higher concentration  of the brighter instances than usual. 01:46:34.440 --> 01:46:38.760 Soon after they reported this, Hargrove lost  contact with the maintenance team and decided   01:46:38.760 --> 01:46:44.700 to go investigate himself. As he entered  the SCP-2640 area, he saw something that   01:46:44.700 --> 01:46:50.220 he had never seen before. There weren’t just  a few more instances of 2640-1s than normal,   01:46:50.220 --> 01:46:55.320 but hundreds, maybe even thousands, floating  all around him. There were so many that they   01:46:55.320 --> 01:46:57.960 lit up the sky to the point where  he didn’t even need a flashlight. 01:46:58.860 --> 01:47:02.760 Hargrove followed the same railroad tracks that  the maintenance team had, and after walking   01:47:02.760 --> 01:47:07.440 several hundred meters he spotted something in  the mud next to the tracks. It was the replacement   01:47:07.440 --> 01:47:11.940 Temporal Sink that they were supposed to  be installing. And there was blood on it. 01:47:12.480 --> 01:47:16.200 He realized that there wasn’t just blood  on the machine, but it was everywhere,   01:47:16.200 --> 01:47:19.800 covering the ground all around  him. Then he saw something else.   01:47:19.800 --> 01:47:24.900 An SCP-2640-1 instance near  him, but different somehow. 01:47:25.500 --> 01:47:31.020 “I can't remember how I first saw it,” he said,  “right behind the orbs, there was this spot where   01:47:31.020 --> 01:47:36.480 the rain just… wasn't. Like it was bending around  some invisible mass, some great thing behind each   01:47:36.480 --> 01:47:42.900 orb. And once I saw it, I couldn't unsee it.” Hargrove tried to step back away from the   01:47:42.900 --> 01:47:48.000 creature and fell into a ditch next to the tracks,  clutching the XACTS in his arms as the creature   01:47:48.000 --> 01:47:52.800 seemed to swim towards him. As he lay still as  he could in the ditch, he got the sense that   01:47:52.800 --> 01:47:59.280 this 2640-1 instance wasn’t just randomly moving  towards him, it was looking for him. As the void   01:47:59.280 --> 01:48:04.140 where the rain ceased to be swam over him through  the air, he attempted to lie as still as he could,   01:48:04.140 --> 01:48:10.920 still holding tightly to the XACTS. The  SCP-2640-1 instance turned and circled over him,   01:48:10.920 --> 01:48:16.200 like a shark searching for its prey in a cloud  of blood, before gliding away into the trees. 01:48:17.520 --> 01:48:23.820 At that moment, Hargrove knew that the SCP-2640-1  entities weren’t what the Foundation thought they   01:48:23.820 --> 01:48:28.860 were. These weren’t just beautiful balls of light  that danced and played in the darkness. They were   01:48:28.860 --> 01:48:33.840 something else, something horrible, something  dangerous. He also knew that his maintenance team   01:48:33.840 --> 01:48:38.040 would never be found, and that the ditch he was  lying in that was slowly filling with rainwater   01:48:38.040 --> 01:48:45.180 was mixed with their blood. The SCP-2640-1s  were hunting them, and they never had any idea. 01:48:45.180 --> 01:48:50.700 Hargrove knew what he had to do. He crawled  through the ditch, stopping any time a 2640-1   01:48:50.700 --> 01:48:56.280 got near to him, holding his breath until long  after it passed. It took hours of inching along   01:48:56.280 --> 01:49:00.240 on his belly in the water and mud until he  finally reached the point where the damaged   01:49:00.240 --> 01:49:05.460 XACTS was located. He managed to get the new  temporal sink online and as it powered on,   01:49:05.460 --> 01:49:12.000 he watched as the 2640-1 lights around him slowly  started to fade and then disappear once again. 01:49:13.860 --> 01:49:18.420 The deaths of the four Foundation personnel who  were on the maintenance team, as well as six other   01:49:18.420 --> 01:49:23.040 civilians who were killed, were attributed to the  tornado, and Mr. Hargrove requested that he be   01:49:23.040 --> 01:49:28.080 administered Class B amnestics reassignment to a  new location, both of which are pending approval. 01:49:28.740 --> 01:49:32.700 The rail line that runs into  SCP-2640 has been decommissioned,   01:49:32.700 --> 01:49:35.580 and a 3 meter tall electrified  fence has been erected around   01:49:35.580 --> 01:49:39.060 the entirety of the area in order to  prevent civilians from approaching. 01:49:39.720 --> 01:49:43.920 No fewer that 8 Xyank Anastasakos  Constant Temporal Sinks are placed   01:49:43.920 --> 01:49:48.000 in the surrounding area in order to  prevent the further spread of SCP-2640,   01:49:48.000 --> 01:49:52.800 and a subterranean miniaturized pressurized  water reactor has been installed on site in   01:49:52.800 --> 01:49:57.480 order to provide constant, uninterrupted  power. The Disinformation Bureau has an   01:49:57.480 --> 01:50:03.060 ongoing dissemination campaign to further the  notion that the SCP-2640-1 lights are nothing   01:50:03.060 --> 01:50:06.420 more than an urban legend, and should  any civilians manage to witness them,   01:50:06.420 --> 01:50:11.280 they are administered Class B amnestics in order  to keep this Euclid class anomaly a secret. 01:50:12.000 --> 01:50:16.800 Just what is the true nature of  SCP-2640, and perhaps more importantly,   01:50:16.800 --> 01:50:23.940 SCP-2640-1? Is the breach of our reality a look  into the past, when this area was covered by an   01:50:23.940 --> 01:50:28.140 ancient ocean? Or a glimpse into the future?  When the seas have swallowed it once again.   01:50:28.860 --> 01:50:32.940 No matter which is the answer, the reality  is that there is something there now,   01:50:32.940 --> 01:50:38.400 something that has managed to pierce  the veil of time and make us its prey. 01:50:38.400 --> 01:50:40.740 The storm wrenches the fishing vessel in half. 01:50:40.740 --> 01:50:46.080 The yawning sound of metal buckling and ripping can barely be heard over the explosive waves. 01:50:46.080 --> 01:50:51.420 Crew members pour out of the fragmented ship, washed away with the water, like ants fleeing 01:50:51.420 --> 01:50:52.200 a flooding nest. 01:50:52.200 --> 01:50:55.080 The deck lurches and tips upwards into the air. 01:50:55.080 --> 01:50:59.880 A wave crashes against it, almost knocking the Sailor off the railing, but he clings 01:50:59.880 --> 01:51:00.840 on for dear life. 01:51:00.840 --> 01:51:06.300 Soaked through, shivering violently and feeling the dreaded exhaustion creeping into his limbs, 01:51:06.300 --> 01:51:10.020 he looks around helplessly as his crewmates drown around him. 01:51:10.020 --> 01:51:12.600 Only one man remains on the deck with him. 01:51:12.600 --> 01:51:16.380 But the Captain’s usual steely confidence has gone. 01:51:16.380 --> 01:51:21.420 Behind the man’s bushy beard and grizzled skin, the Sailor sees a little boy scared 01:51:21.420 --> 01:51:22.020 out of his mind. 01:51:22.020 --> 01:51:26.160 The Captain grabs the Sailor by the scruff of the neck and hauls him close enough for 01:51:26.160 --> 01:51:28.200 them to shout over the sound of the seas around them. 01:51:28.200 --> 01:51:29.520 ‘I saw her!’ 01:51:29.520 --> 01:51:34.140 The Captain’s rambling and ranting, repeating himself and gesticulating wildly at the seas 01:51:34.140 --> 01:51:34.620 around them. 01:51:34.620 --> 01:51:37.560 ‘The Naiad, I saw her in the water this morning. 01:51:37.560 --> 01:51:39.780 Our voyage was cursed from the start! 01:51:39.780 --> 01:51:41.460 We should never have left port. 01:51:41.460 --> 01:51:43.260 She’s in the water now, she-’ 01:51:43.260 --> 01:51:46.740 A colossal wave throws what is left of the boat through the air. 01:51:46.740 --> 01:51:51.000 The railing slips through the Sailor’s fingers as he flies high between the waves. 01:51:51.000 --> 01:51:53.460 For a moment, the world stands still. 01:51:53.460 --> 01:51:57.660 It’s like he’s a gull hovering in place, surveying the carnage beneath him. 01:51:57.660 --> 01:51:59.040 And there in the water… 01:51:59.040 --> 01:52:00.420 what looks like… 01:52:00.420 --> 01:52:02.760 But the world isn’t standing still. 01:52:02.760 --> 01:52:07.320 He hurtles back toward the ocean and slams into it, hard enough to knock the air clean 01:52:07.320 --> 01:52:08.100 out of his lungs. 01:52:08.100 --> 01:52:14.580 Icy water tugs at him, pulling him downwards, deeper and deeper, colder and colder. 01:52:14.580 --> 01:52:17.340 Like arms wrapping around him, dragging him… 01:52:17.940 --> 01:52:19.380 The Sailor wakes with a start. 01:52:19.380 --> 01:52:20.880 Water laps at his face. 01:52:20.880 --> 01:52:24.720 What were once hulking waves are now little more than ripples. 01:52:25.440 --> 01:52:28.080 He spits out a mouthful of sand and shakes his head. 01:52:28.080 --> 01:52:32.640 His body’s trembling violently from the cold, but the warm glow of the sun on his 01:52:32.640 --> 01:52:35.520 back is already doing its best to help him. 01:52:35.520 --> 01:52:37.560 How on earth had he survived that? 01:52:38.160 --> 01:52:39.780 There are groans all around him. 01:52:39.780 --> 01:52:42.720 Dotted along the beach are his fellow fishermen. 01:52:42.720 --> 01:52:46.620 He hasn’t got the energy to count them, but it doesn’t look like all of them. 01:52:46.620 --> 01:52:49.800 Just ahead of him, further up the beach, sits the Captain. 01:52:49.800 --> 01:52:55.140 Rocking back and forth, trembling, the Captain noiselessly points a finger out to sea. 01:52:55.140 --> 01:53:00.540 Using what little energy he has left, the Sailor rolls onto his back to see the silhouette 01:53:00.540 --> 01:53:02.880 of a woman standing there on the water. 01:53:02.880 --> 01:53:04.740 No, not a silhouette. 01:53:04.740 --> 01:53:09.360 The morning sunlight is shining straight through her as if she’s made of nothing but water. 01:53:09.360 --> 01:53:14.460 She steps delicately across the surface of the water, walking towards the coughing fishermen 01:53:14.460 --> 01:53:15.720 who have all seen her by now. 01:53:15.720 --> 01:53:21.060 There’s a delicacy to how she walks, tiptoeing gently on the rippling water as if scared 01:53:21.060 --> 01:53:22.560 of disturbing it even slightly. 01:53:22.560 --> 01:53:26.580 The light dances and glitters on her skin like it does across the ocean. 01:53:27.240 --> 01:53:28.260 No, not skin. 01:53:28.260 --> 01:53:33.420 She really is made of water, every inch of her is composed entirely of what looks like 01:53:33.420 --> 01:53:36.540 the purest cleanest water the Sailor has ever seen. 01:53:37.320 --> 01:53:38.220 Was it her? 01:53:38.220 --> 01:53:40.620 The arms that he felt dragging him through the water. 01:53:40.620 --> 01:53:42.180 Did she save him? 01:53:42.180 --> 01:53:43.740 Did she save all of them? 01:53:44.340 --> 01:53:47.580 The Water Nymph waits with the men until the ambulances arrive. 01:53:47.580 --> 01:53:50.040 She walks across the sand going between them. 01:53:50.040 --> 01:53:54.480 Every few minutes, she dips her toes back in the sea and takes what looks like a deep 01:53:54.480 --> 01:53:59.520 breath, even though she has no lungs to fill, then she’s back amongst them, offering noiseless 01:53:59.520 --> 01:53:59.880 comfort. 01:53:59.880 --> 01:54:02.700 There’s an old abandoned house just up from the beach. 01:54:02.700 --> 01:54:05.220 What looks like the mansion  of a former millionaire. 01:54:05.220 --> 01:54:10.140 In apparent fascination, the Nymph keeps going over to examine the ornate fountain in the 01:54:10.140 --> 01:54:10.440 courtyard. 01:54:10.440 --> 01:54:14.220 Even in a state of disrepair, the fountain is stunning. 01:54:14.220 --> 01:54:19.140 She lowers herself gently into the water and disappears under the surface, just as the 01:54:19.140 --> 01:54:20.640 first ambulance rounds the corner. 01:54:20.640 --> 01:54:25.200 As the paramedics wrap the foil blanket around the Sailor and walk him to the vehicle, he 01:54:25.200 --> 01:54:28.320 catches the Nymph poking her head out of the surface of the fountain’s water. 01:54:28.320 --> 01:54:30.120 He’s not the only one to see. 01:54:30.120 --> 01:54:35.280 Tucked just out of sight near the treeline is a nondescript black sedan, with a group 01:54:35.280 --> 01:54:36.300 of men sitting inside. 01:54:37.140 --> 01:54:41.220 One of them takes a photograph of the water woman in the fountain while another talks 01:54:41.220 --> 01:54:41.940 urgently over the phone. 01:54:42.780 --> 01:54:46.620 The Sailor has barely been in the back of the ambulance for two minutes before one of 01:54:46.620 --> 01:54:48.060 the men from the car approaches him. 01:54:48.060 --> 01:54:51.240 The man holds an expensive-looking watch in his hand. 01:54:51.240 --> 01:54:53.340 ‘Excuse me, sir, does this belong to you?’ 01:54:53.880 --> 01:54:55.620 The Sailor sits up suspiciously. 01:54:55.620 --> 01:54:59.760 He’s about to open his mouth to refute the man, when the needle penetrates his thigh, 01:54:59.760 --> 01:55:02.160 and the amnestic fills his bloodstream. 01:55:02.160 --> 01:55:07.080 By the time the Sailor arrives in hospital, all his memories of the previous 24 hours 01:55:07.080 --> 01:55:09.480 have slipped away into the abyss. 01:55:10.020 --> 01:55:12.600 The containment team is at work in less than six hours. 01:55:12.600 --> 01:55:17.400 While a group of agents, dressed in scrubs, follow the ambulances to the hospital to ensure 01:55:17.400 --> 01:55:21.600 all accounts of the ship’s crash have been entirely erased, another team sets to work 01:55:21.600 --> 01:55:22.800 cordoning off the beach. 01:55:23.520 --> 01:55:27.600 A tourist family, excited about their day at the beach, argue with the disguised agents 01:55:27.600 --> 01:55:28.500 cordoning off the road. 01:55:28.500 --> 01:55:30.600 ‘I’m sorry ma’am, but there’s nothing we can do. 01:55:30.600 --> 01:55:32.400 A shark sighting is a shark sighting. 01:55:32.400 --> 01:55:33.780 We just can’t risk it today.’ 01:55:34.440 --> 01:55:39.000 Meanwhile, a steady stream of construction vehicles rumble past, followed by a large 01:55:39.000 --> 01:55:39.900 Home Depot truck. 01:55:39.900 --> 01:55:44.160 They all pull up outside the mansion, where a team of agents has the fountain surrounded. 01:55:44.160 --> 01:55:48.840 Tasers and cattle prods at the ready, they grip their weapons at even the slightest ripple 01:55:48.840 --> 01:55:49.140 of water. 01:55:49.140 --> 01:55:53.880 Excavators get to work quickly, drilling at the ground around the fountain, and cracking 01:55:53.880 --> 01:55:54.720 through the paving stones. 01:55:54.720 --> 01:56:00.060 And before anyone nearby has any clue of what's happening, the fountain has been removed, 01:56:00.060 --> 01:56:04.020 loaded into the back of the water-tight fake Home Depot truck, and has disappeared off 01:56:04.020 --> 01:56:04.740 over the horizon. 01:56:04.740 --> 01:56:08.280 The Water Nymph refuses to poke her head out of the water the whole way. 01:56:08.280 --> 01:56:10.740 The world around her is dark and dry. 01:56:10.740 --> 01:56:12.780 It shakes and rumbles for hours. 01:56:12.780 --> 01:56:17.700 The beautiful fountain she’d climbed into just a few hours earlier now feels tiny. 01:56:17.700 --> 01:56:20.280 There’s barely enough water in here for her to swim in a circle. 01:56:20.280 --> 01:56:24.840 She’d always observed these strange-looking vehicles from a distance, lifting her eyes 01:56:24.840 --> 01:56:28.800 up above the waves for a few minutes to watch them crawling along the dark roads with their 01:56:28.800 --> 01:56:29.640 18 wheels. 01:56:29.640 --> 01:56:33.660 She’d always wondered what was inside all of them with their colorful paints and strange 01:56:33.660 --> 01:56:34.440 names. 01:56:34.440 --> 01:56:37.440 At least she now has some idea of what ‘Home Depot’ does. 01:56:37.440 --> 01:56:40.500 Part of their business model evidently involves kidnapping. 01:56:40.500 --> 01:56:45.120 To stop the panic rising up too high in her chest, the Water Nymph focuses on stilling 01:56:45.120 --> 01:56:46.080 the water in the fountain. 01:56:46.080 --> 01:56:50.820 All of the bumps and turns in the road, she focuses all her energy on holding all the 01:56:50.820 --> 01:56:52.320 water in place and keeping it level. 01:56:52.320 --> 01:56:56.160 If the water around her is still, maybe she won’t feel so scared. 01:56:56.160 --> 01:57:00.780 It isn’t really working, but at least her precious little amount of fresh water isn’t 01:57:00.780 --> 01:57:03.600 spilling out all over the watertight inside of the container. 01:57:04.380 --> 01:57:08.820 She’s just about convinced herself that she is used to her cage when it suddenly stops. 01:57:08.820 --> 01:57:13.740 The rumble sound cuts out, the shaking stops, and voices somewhere outside discuss what 01:57:13.740 --> 01:57:14.340 to do with her. 01:57:14.340 --> 01:57:19.440 Saying words like ‘containment protocol’, ‘initial testing’ and ‘security measures’. 01:57:19.440 --> 01:57:24.180 The Water Nymph dips her head back below the surface of the water as the rear doors open. 01:57:24.180 --> 01:57:27.540 She’s going to make the most of this, that’s what she’s decided. 01:57:27.540 --> 01:57:32.400 Having spent all her life underwater, observing the humans from afar, she’d always dreamed 01:57:32.400 --> 01:57:33.480 of one day meeting one. 01:57:33.480 --> 01:57:35.100 There had been moments, sure. 01:57:35.100 --> 01:57:39.300 Times when she’d wave at a child on the deck of a ferry or guide a ship through the 01:57:39.300 --> 01:57:39.660 fog. 01:57:39.660 --> 01:57:40.620 But up close? 01:57:40.620 --> 01:57:41.640 Never. 01:57:42.360 --> 01:57:44.280 They look funny, these people. 01:57:44.280 --> 01:57:47.220 When you see them up close, they’re such strange colors. 01:57:47.220 --> 01:57:48.900 So fleshy and hairy. 01:57:48.900 --> 01:57:51.180 It’s bizarre not being able to see through them. 01:57:51.180 --> 01:57:52.560 How are they supposed to swim? 01:57:52.560 --> 01:57:56.100 These humans, in particular, are even more strange than the others. 01:57:56.940 --> 01:58:01.440 Dressed in long white coats, always walking around with clipboards and strange little 01:58:01.440 --> 01:58:03.840 devices that light up and make sounds when they poke them. 01:58:03.840 --> 01:58:07.620 She wonders if they get sick of having their legs stuck to the ground all the time. 01:58:07.620 --> 01:58:10.320 What if they see something interesting floating above them? 01:58:10.320 --> 01:58:14.220 They can’t just swim upwards, they need to get on one of those plane things. 01:58:14.220 --> 01:58:17.820 This will be fun, getting to meet real people for the first time. 01:58:17.820 --> 01:58:22.140 She keeps telling herself that because if she doesn’t, it all becomes too scary. 01:58:22.140 --> 01:58:25.620 They haven’t put her back in the sea, a river, or even a pool. 01:58:25.620 --> 01:58:27.960 They’ve just kept her in her fountain. 01:58:27.960 --> 01:58:30.840 It sits right in the middle of a brightly lit chamber. 01:58:30.840 --> 01:58:33.960 Four white walls, a white ceiling, and a white floor. 01:58:33.960 --> 01:58:35.460 One white door. 01:58:35.460 --> 01:58:38.640 The lights are always on, the temperature always the same. 01:58:38.640 --> 01:58:42.720 For days and days, she just sits in her fountain alone. 01:58:43.560 --> 01:58:46.920 Occasionally one of the humans will come in wearing a big rubber suit. 01:58:46.920 --> 01:58:48.660 They look totally ridiculous. 01:58:48.660 --> 01:58:51.600 Taking big slow steps, they’ll approach her fountain. 01:58:51.600 --> 01:58:56.220 The first time, she jumped up out of the water to greet the human, doing her best to wave 01:58:56.220 --> 01:58:57.540 like she’s seen them do to each other. 01:58:57.540 --> 01:59:01.140 But the human immediately turned around and ran back out of the chamber. 01:59:01.140 --> 01:59:03.720 So next time, she was slow and gentle. 01:59:03.720 --> 01:59:07.800 Raising both her hands innocently and letting the human approach without doing anything. 01:59:07.800 --> 01:59:12.780 The human lowered some kind of glass container into the water in her fountain and took some 01:59:12.780 --> 01:59:13.380 of the water away. 01:59:13.980 --> 01:59:15.180 He must have been thirsty. 01:59:15.180 --> 01:59:17.460 She’s seen the humans get like that sometimes. 01:59:17.460 --> 01:59:21.360 How they’re not thirsty all the time, she has no clue, it doesn’t look like there’s 01:59:21.360 --> 01:59:23.040 a drop of water anywhere in them. 01:59:23.040 --> 01:59:24.540 Except for their eyes. 01:59:25.380 --> 01:59:29.340 She tries to catch the human’s eye as he leaves, but he just walks straight out of 01:59:29.340 --> 01:59:31.800 her chamber, carrying away the little container of water. 01:59:31.800 --> 01:59:34.380 But this time, she has an idea. 01:59:34.380 --> 01:59:38.580 She waits patiently for a few days waiting for another one of the humans to come and 01:59:38.580 --> 01:59:38.940 see her. 01:59:39.540 --> 01:59:44.280 It’s hard to tell how much time has passed because it’s always sunny in here, but it 01:59:44.280 --> 01:59:45.540 must have been a few days by now. 01:59:45.540 --> 01:59:50.640 Sure enough, the door opens, and a human in another big rubber costume comes in. 01:59:51.420 --> 01:59:56.040 She rises out of the water slowly so as not to scare them and lets her form melt and shift. 01:59:56.040 --> 02:00:00.720 Feeling her body flow into a different shape, she does her best to copy the human’s big 02:00:00.720 --> 02:00:01.260 rubber suit. 02:00:01.260 --> 02:00:05.520 She’s practiced this for years in the sea, copying the shapes of different humans she 02:00:05.520 --> 02:00:05.760 sees. 02:00:05.760 --> 02:00:08.400 The human stops walking and stares at her. 02:00:08.400 --> 02:00:09.960 She tries to wave again. 02:00:10.740 --> 02:00:12.060 The human waves back. 02:00:12.060 --> 02:00:13.080 Success! 02:00:13.080 --> 02:00:16.440 For almost a minute, they stand there waving at each other. 02:00:16.440 --> 02:00:20.400 She knows this is longer than most humans would wave at each other, but it’s just 02:00:20.400 --> 02:00:22.020 so exciting she can’t help herself. 02:00:22.020 --> 02:00:23.820 Maybe this will be her first friend. 02:00:23.820 --> 02:00:26.520 Imagine that, having a human friend! 02:00:26.520 --> 02:00:29.100 The human takes a hesitant step towards her. 02:00:29.100 --> 02:00:30.420 This is her chance. 02:00:30.420 --> 02:00:34.800 Lifting herself up and out of the water, the Nymph steps out of her fountain for the first 02:00:34.800 --> 02:00:35.100 time. 02:00:35.100 --> 02:00:37.500 She pauses, careful not to spook the human. 02:00:37.500 --> 02:00:41.520 They do scare very easily, but this time he stays. 02:00:41.520 --> 02:00:44.400 Better than that, he takes another step towards her. 02:00:44.400 --> 02:00:47.040 Then another until they’re within touching distance. 02:00:47.040 --> 02:00:51.540 She can feel the water beating in her chest, pumping excitedly through her body. 02:00:51.540 --> 02:00:54.180 The human has another one  of those glass containers  02:00:54.180 --> 02:00:54.780 in its hand. 02:00:54.780 --> 02:00:57.480 It raises the container up slowly for her to look at. 02:00:57.480 --> 02:01:01.260 She leans in to see why this strange little creature is showing her a piece of glass. 02:01:01.260 --> 02:01:04.380 She’s seen these a thousand times before in the seas. 02:01:04.380 --> 02:01:06.840 There’s glass and plastic everywhere for her to look at. 02:01:06.840 --> 02:01:08.520 What’s so special about this one? 02:01:08.520 --> 02:01:10.440 The human takes a swipe at her. 02:01:10.440 --> 02:01:14.160 The glass container strikes the side of her head and extracts a chunk of water. 02:01:14.160 --> 02:01:17.040 She staggers away, hands raised in fear. 02:01:17.040 --> 02:01:18.180 What had she done wrong? 02:01:18.180 --> 02:01:19.920 Why did the human do that to her? 02:01:20.520 --> 02:01:21.660 She feels faint. 02:01:21.660 --> 02:01:24.000 Her head swims and not in the usual pleasant way. 02:01:24.000 --> 02:01:28.380 Her body works hard to redistribute all of the water around her body, rebuilding that 02:01:28.380 --> 02:01:29.700 part of herself in a split second. 02:01:29.700 --> 02:01:33.540 But it doesn’t stop the pain or the sudden wave of tiredness. 02:01:33.540 --> 02:01:38.700 She stumbles back into the fountain and plunges beneath the surface, letting the water merge 02:01:38.700 --> 02:01:39.540 with her body again. 02:01:40.320 --> 02:01:42.540 But the surface of the fountain isn’t still. 02:01:42.540 --> 02:01:46.020 It trembles and shakes as she lies at the bottom in fear. 02:01:46.020 --> 02:01:47.820 Why had the human done that to her? 02:01:47.820 --> 02:01:51.900 By the time she has the courage to peek out of the water again, the human is gone. 02:01:51.900 --> 02:01:54.420 The lights in the ceiling seem brighter than ever. 02:01:55.140 --> 02:01:58.080 The next day is the first time she really misses the sea. 02:01:58.080 --> 02:02:02.160 She would race from coast to coast, feeling herself getting dragged along in the ocean 02:02:02.160 --> 02:02:04.260 gyres as she flowed between continents. 02:02:04.260 --> 02:02:08.220 She would study the rainbow colors of the Great Barrier Reef before catching a current 02:02:08.220 --> 02:02:09.420 to Venice or Jamaica. 02:02:09.420 --> 02:02:13.500 She’d hug the bottom of cruise ships and dance in and out of the propellers on the 02:02:13.500 --> 02:02:14.400 backs of cargo ships. 02:02:14.400 --> 02:02:19.080 But here, in her cell, all she can do is swim around her fountain. 02:02:19.080 --> 02:02:20.820 Round and round in circles. 02:02:21.540 --> 02:02:23.520 That is, until the humans return. 02:02:23.520 --> 02:02:27.720 Three of them come into her room, each carrying strange long objects. 02:02:27.720 --> 02:02:31.380 She’s not sure she’s seen those things before and is desperate for a closer look, 02:02:31.380 --> 02:02:35.520 but after what happened with the glass the other day, it doesn’t seem like a good idea. 02:02:36.660 --> 02:02:40.440 She still hasn’t worked out what she did wrong there, but clearly the human was not 02:02:40.440 --> 02:02:41.580 happy with her for some reason. 02:02:41.580 --> 02:02:44.040 Best to be very gentle with them for the time being. 02:02:44.040 --> 02:02:45.480 Until they’re proper friends. 02:02:46.260 --> 02:02:48.660 The three humans have a box with them, full of water. 02:02:48.660 --> 02:02:53.100 She’s so excited to see it, she leaps straight out of the fountain before realizing she needs 02:02:53.100 --> 02:02:53.580 to be careful. 02:02:53.580 --> 02:02:57.300 Patiently as she can, she approaches the box and touches it. 02:02:57.300 --> 02:02:59.100 The humans nod encouragingly. 02:02:59.100 --> 02:03:02.280 Her excitement overwhelms her, and she dives right in. 02:03:02.280 --> 02:03:06.660 It feels so good to have fresh water to explore, even if it’s just a small tank. 02:03:06.660 --> 02:03:11.100 She barely even notices as they close the lid on her and wheel her into a different 02:03:11.100 --> 02:03:11.400 room. 02:03:11.400 --> 02:03:14.700 A glass wall lines the edge of this new chamber. 02:03:14.700 --> 02:03:18.540 Funny little humans in white coats stand behind it, making notes. 02:03:18.540 --> 02:03:21.060 She climbs out of her little tank and waves at them. 02:03:21.060 --> 02:03:22.920 It’s a smaller room than her normal one. 02:03:22.920 --> 02:03:24.900 Why have they brought her in here? 02:03:24.900 --> 02:03:29.100 A slamming noise behind her makes her jump, and she spins around to see the three humans 02:03:29.100 --> 02:03:32.460 have wheeled away her little tanks on wheels, leaving her alone in the room. 02:03:32.460 --> 02:03:34.680 She looks around with a little anxiety. 02:03:34.680 --> 02:03:36.420 There’s nowhere to swim in here. 02:03:36.420 --> 02:03:37.560 Have they made a mistake? 02:03:37.560 --> 02:03:39.120 She can’t be here without water. 02:03:39.120 --> 02:03:43.560 Doing her best to copy human movements, she tries to mime to the people behind the glass 02:03:43.560 --> 02:03:44.520 that she needs her water. 02:03:45.300 --> 02:03:49.500 They don’t seem to understand her, just start scribbling even more things on their 02:03:49.500 --> 02:03:50.040 clipboards. 02:03:50.040 --> 02:03:51.420 It’s warm in here. 02:03:51.420 --> 02:03:52.680 Warm and dry. 02:03:52.680 --> 02:03:54.120 This isn’t good. 02:03:54.120 --> 02:03:56.820 In no time at all, she can feel herself drying out. 02:03:57.720 --> 02:03:59.580 An hour goes by, then another. 02:03:59.580 --> 02:04:01.800 She’s never been out of the water for this long. 02:04:01.800 --> 02:04:02.880 What are they doing? 02:04:02.880 --> 02:04:04.440 Don’t they understand what she is? 02:04:05.100 --> 02:04:06.720 Her head starts to feel faint. 02:04:06.720 --> 02:04:09.900 She slumps down on the floor and turns herself into a ball. 02:04:09.900 --> 02:04:13.800 Shaped like this, hopefully, she won’t be evaporating so fast. 02:04:13.800 --> 02:04:15.660 Then they’ll give her the water back. 02:04:15.660 --> 02:04:21.600 For hours she sits in a ball, waiting, until mercifully, her little tank on wheels returns, 02:04:21.600 --> 02:04:23.460 and she’s taken back to her fountain. 02:04:23.460 --> 02:04:27.240 They do the same to her the next day and the day after that. 02:04:27.240 --> 02:04:30.480 Starving her for hours, then returning her to her fountain. 02:04:30.480 --> 02:04:34.680 They top up the water in it occasionally, but other than that, they don’t seem to 02:04:34.680 --> 02:04:36.420 be doing anything nice for her at all. 02:04:36.420 --> 02:04:38.100 Are they doing this on purpose? 02:04:38.100 --> 02:04:39.180 Surely not. 02:04:39.180 --> 02:04:40.440 She’s their friend. 02:04:40.440 --> 02:04:44.340 She’s being kind, doing all of their weird games even when she doesn’t want to. 02:04:44.340 --> 02:04:45.840 Humans aren’t cruel. 02:04:45.840 --> 02:04:46.920 They wouldn’t do that to her. 02:04:47.520 --> 02:04:50.640 But then she finds herself in a different situation entirely. 02:04:50.640 --> 02:04:54.360 They do the same as they’ve been doing for the previous few days, wheeling her into the 02:04:54.360 --> 02:04:56.640 testing chamber and making her stand there on her own. 02:04:56.640 --> 02:04:59.580 But it’s colder today, much colder. 02:05:00.180 --> 02:05:04.080 She tries to explain to them through the glass, rubbing her shoulders and shivering, but they 02:05:04.080 --> 02:05:05.340 just keep making their notes. 02:05:05.340 --> 02:05:06.660 This isn’t good. 02:05:06.660 --> 02:05:07.920 She can’t stand the cold. 02:05:07.920 --> 02:05:09.120 It’s not good for her. 02:05:09.720 --> 02:05:14.340 Painful crystals start forming on the surface of her skin, stabbing into her and solidifying 02:05:14.340 --> 02:05:14.700 her body. 02:05:14.700 --> 02:05:19.500 She cries out noiselessly, but the humans keep going until she feels herself losing 02:05:19.500 --> 02:05:20.040 consciousness. 02:05:20.040 --> 02:05:25.500 Weeks go by, and with each experiment they do, the Water Nymph worries more and more 02:05:25.500 --> 02:05:27.840 that these humans aren’t really her friends. 02:05:27.840 --> 02:05:30.120 They’ve started giving her mazes. 02:05:30.120 --> 02:05:34.980 Complex plastic structures that she gets forced unceremoniously into, where she has to swim 02:05:34.980 --> 02:05:38.400 through various pipes and tubes until she can push a button on the other side. 02:05:39.060 --> 02:05:40.980 At first, she was expecting a prize. 02:05:40.980 --> 02:05:43.440 Maybe this is why they had her kept here for so long? 02:05:43.440 --> 02:05:47.220 They needed help solving these puzzles, and their fleshy bodies couldn’t fit through 02:05:47.220 --> 02:05:47.700 the tubes. 02:05:47.700 --> 02:05:50.100 But nothing happens when she presses the button. 02:05:50.100 --> 02:05:52.620 They just pull a plug and drain her out of the bottom. 02:05:53.160 --> 02:05:54.600 Today she’s had enough. 02:05:54.600 --> 02:05:56.760 When are they going to put her back in the ocean? 02:05:56.760 --> 02:05:59.940 She’s just going to wait here at the start of the maze until they tell her. 02:05:59.940 --> 02:06:00.900 It’s only fair. 02:06:00.900 --> 02:06:05.640 The water in her chest leaps for joy as a human enters the test chamber and approaches 02:06:05.640 --> 02:06:05.820 her. 02:06:05.820 --> 02:06:10.380 She rises out of the water and waves to greet him, just as he lifts the long strange device 02:06:10.380 --> 02:06:12.540 in his hand and jabs it into her chest. 02:06:12.540 --> 02:06:16.680 The electricity shoots all through her body and sets her mind ablaze. 02:06:16.680 --> 02:06:19.980 It takes all her strength not to burst into a thousand droplets. 02:06:19.980 --> 02:06:23.460 Convulsing and crying, she falls backwards into the maze. 02:06:23.460 --> 02:06:25.620 The human brandishes the weapon at her again. 02:06:25.620 --> 02:06:28.500 She has nowhere to go but into the maze. 02:06:28.500 --> 02:06:33.480 She solves it in a split second, but as she presses the button, she feels a sinking feeling 02:06:33.480 --> 02:06:34.440 settling over her. 02:06:34.980 --> 02:06:36.960 What if they don’t want to let her out? 02:06:36.960 --> 02:06:37.560 *** 02:06:37.560 --> 02:06:38.880 It’s all her fault. 02:06:38.880 --> 02:06:40.260 What was she thinking? 02:06:40.260 --> 02:06:43.320 Her one shot at making friends, and she’d blown it. 02:06:43.320 --> 02:06:47.880 She sits crying in her fountain, feeling her tears flow into the water around her and back 02:06:47.880 --> 02:06:48.480 into her body. 02:06:49.260 --> 02:06:50.280 It was the acid. 02:06:50.280 --> 02:06:52.740 She hates acid, and always has. 02:06:52.740 --> 02:06:55.860 She’d swam near a factory once and got a dose of it. 02:06:55.860 --> 02:06:58.560 It hurt, more than anything she’d ever felt before. 02:06:58.560 --> 02:07:02.820 It would flow into her chest and sit there, burning and burning. 02:07:02.820 --> 02:07:04.440 She can still feel it now. 02:07:04.440 --> 02:07:09.300 So when the humans in the rubber suits had poured some into her fountains, she’d lost 02:07:09.300 --> 02:07:11.700 her temper, slamming into them with all her force. 02:07:11.700 --> 02:07:14.940 For months, they’ve been hurting her, jabbing her and exhausting her. 02:07:14.940 --> 02:07:16.140 But they’re her friends… 02:07:16.140 --> 02:07:16.860 right? 02:07:16.860 --> 02:07:18.720 And you shouldn’t hurt your friends. 02:07:18.720 --> 02:07:20.700 You definitely shouldn’t kill your friends. 02:07:20.700 --> 02:07:25.140 Shouldn’t rip open their rubber suits and force yourself down their throats, drowning 02:07:25.140 --> 02:07:26.040 them in their own bodies. 02:07:26.040 --> 02:07:29.700 Her fountain’s red with blood and burns from the acid. 02:07:29.700 --> 02:07:31.500 And it’s all her fault. 02:07:31.500 --> 02:07:34.620 What had she done wrong to make them treat her like this? 02:07:34.620 --> 02:07:36.480 Why couldn’t they just be friends? 02:07:36.480 --> 02:07:41.340 After a few weeks, a group of humans come in and clean up the mess, refilling her fountain 02:07:41.340 --> 02:07:42.060 with clean water. 02:07:42.060 --> 02:07:44.100 She doesn’t lift her head above the surface. 02:07:44.100 --> 02:07:47.820 They install a pipe above her fountain that drip feeds water onto her. 02:07:47.820 --> 02:07:48.660 Drip. 02:07:48.660 --> 02:07:49.500 Drip. 02:07:49.500 --> 02:07:50.340 Drip. 02:07:50.340 --> 02:07:53.520 And just like that, she’s no longer seen as human. 02:07:53.520 --> 02:07:54.840 Drip. 02:07:54.840 --> 02:07:55.560 Drip. 02:07:55.560 --> 02:07:56.280 Drip. 02:07:56.820 --> 02:07:58.020 The lights burn white. 02:07:58.020 --> 02:07:59.640 The door stays closed. 02:07:59.640 --> 02:08:00.840 Drip. 02:08:00.840 --> 02:08:01.620 Drip. 02:08:01.620 --> 02:08:02.400 Drip. 02:08:02.400 --> 02:08:04.680 The Water Nymph sits in her fountain. 02:08:05.220 --> 02:08:05.880 Drip. 02:08:05.880 --> 02:08:06.660 Drip. 02:08:06.660 --> 02:08:07.440 Drip. 02:08:08.040 --> 02:08:10.080 After a year, she stops crying. 02:08:10.080 --> 02:08:13.200 A year after that, she gives up on thinking too. 02:08:13.200 --> 02:08:19.080 Three years of near silence pass - with only the sound of dripping water from the pipe 02:08:19.080 --> 02:08:21.900 - until the door to her chamber opens. 02:08:21.900 --> 02:08:23.760 Something flutters in her chest. 02:08:23.760 --> 02:08:25.260 She lifts her head out of the water. 02:08:29.640 --> 02:08:29.940 A friend?