WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:05.460 A young woman on her way home is walking down a city street, and just like most nights, 00:00:05.460 --> 00:00:10.020 the downtown empties out after the working day ends, leaving the streets empty of both 00:00:10.020 --> 00:00:11.880 cars and pedestrians. 00:00:11.880 --> 00:00:16.500 She hates when she has to close the shop and walk to her bus stop alone, and she is excited 00:00:16.500 --> 00:00:20.340 that in just another week she will be starting a new job that’s just around the corner 00:00:20.340 --> 00:00:21.240 from where she lives. 00:00:21.240 --> 00:00:25.260 She just has to get through these last few nights of being the last one at the store 00:00:25.260 --> 00:00:26.520 and having to walk home alone. 00:00:26.520 --> 00:00:30.780 Her more immediate concern now though, is that her music has stopped. 00:00:30.780 --> 00:00:33.600 The young woman takes her phone out to check it. 00:00:33.600 --> 00:00:34.560 Dead. 00:00:34.560 --> 00:00:36.900 She must have forgotten to plug in the charger. 00:00:36.900 --> 00:00:38.700 She hates when she does that. 00:00:38.700 --> 00:00:41.940 Now she’d have to spend the bus ride staring out the window at nothing. 00:00:41.940 --> 00:00:43.380 What was that? 00:00:44.160 --> 00:00:45.660 The woman looks up from her phone. 00:00:45.660 --> 00:00:47.040 Did she see someone? 00:00:47.040 --> 00:00:50.340 She turns around and sees something on the other side of the street. 00:00:50.340 --> 00:00:54.240 It’s dark, and all she can make out is a big shadowy figure. 00:00:54.240 --> 00:00:59.160 She doesn’t stare for long though and starts to walk again, picking up her pace slightly. 00:00:59.160 --> 00:01:02.640 She can hear the sound of footsteps and glances over her shoulder. 00:01:03.180 --> 00:01:07.560 The person across the street is moving too, and they seem to be matching her pace, avoiding 00:01:07.560 --> 00:01:09.360 any street lights to remain in darkness. 00:01:09.360 --> 00:01:13.860 She starts to move a little quicker… and so do they. 00:01:13.860 --> 00:01:16.560 The young woman grips the pepper spray in her pocket. 00:01:16.560 --> 00:01:20.460 She doesn’t know what this person is doing or what they want, but she’s going to be 00:01:20.460 --> 00:01:21.000 ready for them. 00:01:21.000 --> 00:01:25.680 She keeps walking and glances over her shoulder again… they’re crossing the street towards 00:01:25.680 --> 00:01:26.040 her now. 00:01:26.040 --> 00:01:30.360 She ducks into an alley and as soon as she’s around the corner and out of sight she starts 00:01:30.360 --> 00:01:30.660 to run. 00:01:31.620 --> 00:01:33.780 She sprints through the alley as fast as she can. 00:01:33.780 --> 00:01:37.320 She looks behind her, frightened of what she might see, but no one is there. 00:01:38.040 --> 00:01:42.120 Maybe she was wrong and they weren’t following her, but she’s not about to stop running 00:01:42.120 --> 00:01:42.900 and find out. 00:01:42.900 --> 00:01:46.200 She emerges from the alley still running as hard as she can. 00:01:46.200 --> 00:01:49.860 She reaches her bus stop and finally stops to catch her breath. 00:01:49.860 --> 00:01:54.660 She checks her watch… the bus should be pulling up right now, but it’s nowhere to 00:01:54.660 --> 00:01:54.960 be seen. 00:01:55.620 --> 00:02:00.840 She looks around, and what she does see, is the shadowy figure coming out of the alley. 00:02:00.840 --> 00:02:02.640 And it’s coming straight towards her. 00:02:03.300 --> 00:02:07.680 She backs up into the bus stop and takes the pepper spray out of her pocket, her finger 00:02:07.680 --> 00:02:09.000 ready on the trigger. 00:02:09.000 --> 00:02:13.320 The shadowy figure keeps moving towards her when suddenly, the dark street is lit up. 00:02:13.320 --> 00:02:17.100 The woman looks behind her to see her savior… it’s the bus. 00:02:17.100 --> 00:02:20.100 She turns back to see the  shadowy figure retreating  00:02:20.100 --> 00:02:22.140 to the alley, as if the light is pushing it 00:02:22.140 --> 00:02:22.320 away. 00:02:22.980 --> 00:02:27.360 The woman breathes a sigh of relief and finally lets some of the tension in her body release 00:02:27.360 --> 00:02:29.700 as the bus comes to a stop in front of her. 00:02:30.600 --> 00:02:32.880 The door swings open and the woman steps inside. 00:02:33.600 --> 00:02:37.320 “I’ve never been so happy to get on the bus” she says to the driver as she scans 00:02:37.320 --> 00:02:38.040 her transit card. 00:02:38.040 --> 00:02:42.360 The driver doesn’t respond though, in fact he doesn’t react to her at all, he just 00:02:42.360 --> 00:02:43.620 keeps staring straight ahead. 00:02:43.620 --> 00:02:47.880 The woman doesn’t push it though, she’s just happy to be on the bus, even if it is 00:02:47.880 --> 00:02:48.720 completely empty. 00:02:49.560 --> 00:02:52.020 She heads to the back of the bus and takes a seat. 00:02:52.020 --> 00:02:56.940 As the bus pulls away, she can almost swear she could see the shadowy figure standing 00:02:56.940 --> 00:02:58.440 in the alley, watching her. 00:02:59.340 --> 00:03:03.660 The bus rumbles along the empty city streets as the woman looks out the window and takes 00:03:03.660 --> 00:03:07.080 deep breaths, trying to calm herself after her harrowing ordeal. 00:03:07.080 --> 00:03:11.460 After a while she notices that the bus doesn’t seem to be stopping as much as it normally 00:03:11.460 --> 00:03:13.680 does… or at all for that matter. 00:03:13.680 --> 00:03:15.600 Did they change the route? 00:03:15.600 --> 00:03:17.580 Or did she get on the wrong bus? 00:03:17.580 --> 00:03:22.020 They are approaching her stop though so it doesn’t matter, and she reaches up to pull 00:03:22.020 --> 00:03:22.320 the cord. 00:03:22.980 --> 00:03:26.640 A bell chimes and the “stop requested” light illuminates in the front of the bus, 00:03:26.640 --> 00:03:30.240 but the driver doesn’t show any sign of stopping or even slowing down. 00:03:30.780 --> 00:03:33.300 She pulls the cord again, but still no reaction. 00:03:33.300 --> 00:03:39.000 As she sees her building go by she calls out “hey this is my stop” but the driver doesn’t 00:03:39.000 --> 00:03:39.960 acknowledge her at all. 00:03:40.560 --> 00:03:42.420 She stands up and walks to the front. 00:03:42.420 --> 00:03:43.560 “Didn’t you hear me? 00:03:43.560 --> 00:03:44.280 This is my stop.” 00:03:44.280 --> 00:03:46.380 Still no reaction from the driver. 00:03:46.380 --> 00:03:51.540 “Hey I said - “ She reaches out and grabs his shoulder spinning him towards her, only 00:03:51.540 --> 00:03:54.360 to find herself staring into the eyes of a fresh corpse. 00:03:54.360 --> 00:03:58.380 The woman screams and jumps back as the driver slumps forward towards her. 00:03:58.380 --> 00:04:03.120 She’s terrified by the dead body, as well as the fact that the bus will crash, but when 00:04:03.120 --> 00:04:06.960 she looks at the steering wheel she sees that it is continuing to move on its own. 00:04:06.960 --> 00:04:09.180 The woman is in a full blown panic now. 00:04:09.180 --> 00:04:11.700 She screams and pounds on the door but it won’t open. 00:04:11.700 --> 00:04:14.580 The engine roars as the bus starts to pick up speed. 00:04:14.580 --> 00:04:18.780 She doesn’t know what to do and runs to the back where she tries the rear door, but 00:04:18.780 --> 00:04:19.680 it doesn’t budge either. 00:04:19.680 --> 00:04:24.300 The bus speeds up even more, whipping around corners and tossing her from side to side. 00:04:24.300 --> 00:04:26.880 She’s thrown to the ground and hits her head. 00:04:26.880 --> 00:04:31.140 Her eyelids feel like they weigh a hundred pounds and she struggles to keep them open. 00:04:31.140 --> 00:04:36.360 She manages to stay awake though, and as she looks up in a daze, staring at the ceiling 00:04:36.360 --> 00:04:39.840 of the bus, she can see a green gas emanating from the vents. 00:04:40.560 --> 00:04:44.340 It’s the last thing she sees before her eyes close for good. 00:04:45.420 --> 00:04:48.540 The bus finally comes to a stop in a deserted area of the city. 00:04:48.540 --> 00:04:53.940 The vehicle raises slightly as one after another, each wheel appears to unfold, revealing them 00:04:53.940 --> 00:04:56.160 to be ong, black, spindly legs. 00:04:56.160 --> 00:05:01.560 The bus stands up on these insectoid appendages as its roof splits into two massive wings. 00:05:01.560 --> 00:05:07.140 The bus then leaps up into the sky, spreading its wings, and flies off into the night. 00:05:08.220 --> 00:05:12.780 How could this young woman have known that after escaping danger, that her rescuer would 00:05:12.780 --> 00:05:14.880 be something worse, much worse. 00:05:15.420 --> 00:05:22.140 Unfortunately for her, she had just willingly stepped onto an instance of SCP-2086, a deadly 00:05:22.140 --> 00:05:27.300 and terrifying anomaly that hides in plain sight as it stalks and hunts its human prey. 00:05:27.300 --> 00:05:34.140 SCP-2086 is the designation the SCP Foundation has given to a species that appears to belong 00:05:34.140 --> 00:05:38.340 to the arthropod phylum, a group that also includes arachnids and crustaceans. 00:05:38.340 --> 00:05:42.960 These strange creatures differ from most of their lobster and spider brethren, in that 00:05:42.960 --> 00:05:47.460 they make use of an advanced form of camouflage to move among modern society unseen. 00:05:47.460 --> 00:05:53.820 Adult SCP-2086 instances all resemble some sort of public transportation vehicle, with 00:05:53.820 --> 00:05:57.960 the exact make, model, year, and branding varying from instance to instance. 00:05:58.800 --> 00:06:04.560 SCP-2086 instances move about the streets of our cities foraging for food, and at first 00:06:04.560 --> 00:06:08.400 glance they are virtually indistinguishable from the standard transit vehicles they are 00:06:08.400 --> 00:06:08.760 mimicking. 00:06:08.760 --> 00:06:13.800 Close examination of them though, will reveal that the steel, wood, plastic, and glass they 00:06:13.800 --> 00:06:18.660 are composed of aren’t those materials at all, but a form of specialized chitin, which 00:06:18.660 --> 00:06:21.180 is the substance that makes  up the hard exoskeleton  00:06:21.180 --> 00:06:23.820 of many insects and other arthropods. 00:06:23.820 --> 00:06:28.860 And that’s not the only aspect of SCP-2086 that isn’t actually what it appears to be. 00:06:28.860 --> 00:06:33.960 The “wheels” on the bus may go round and round, but they also are capable of unraveling 00:06:33.960 --> 00:06:40.500 into long, thin legs that create a very imposing image when SCP-2086 is standing up at its 00:06:40.500 --> 00:06:40.860 full height. 00:06:41.640 --> 00:06:46.800 The roof too is able to unfurl into a set of giant insectoid wings, and after leaping 00:06:46.800 --> 00:06:51.660 into the air with its powerful legs, the wings will spread and the bus can take flight, which 00:06:51.660 --> 00:06:55.320 appears to be its preferred method of travel when it is not in its camouflaged hunting 00:06:55.320 --> 00:06:55.500 mode. 00:06:56.520 --> 00:07:02.220 Its headlights too are an entirely biological mechanism, consisting of two large bioluminescent 00:07:02.220 --> 00:07:08.160 optical organs similar to those possessed by SCP-015-IT and SCP-745. 00:07:08.820 --> 00:07:15.240 Dissections of SCP-2086 specimens have shown them to have an entire system of organs including 00:07:15.240 --> 00:07:19.560 a heart, brain, and stomach, which are found beneath the flooring in the creature’s interior 00:07:19.560 --> 00:07:20.400 chamber. 00:07:20.400 --> 00:07:25.860 SCP-2086’s appendages are not just used for locomotion though, and they have been 00:07:25.860 --> 00:07:28.980 observed as being able to use them for fine object manipulation. 00:07:28.980 --> 00:07:33.840 This fact was learned when they were observed building crude shelters from scrap materials 00:07:33.840 --> 00:07:34.860 at their nesting grounds. 00:07:34.860 --> 00:07:38.880 More on these nests and the terrifying events that take place there later. 00:07:39.660 --> 00:07:44.880 When SCP-2086 is not at its nest, it engages in its “foraging” behavior. 00:07:44.880 --> 00:07:50.400 Typically, an SCP-2086 instance will fly to the start of a “route” and begin driving 00:07:50.400 --> 00:07:54.480 along city streets picking up human passengers who willingly enter the creature’s inner 00:07:54.480 --> 00:07:56.880 chamber, thinking that it is a standard bus. 00:07:57.600 --> 00:08:04.320 Along with its exoskeleton closely resembling a real vehicle, SCP-2086 has one more particularly 00:08:04.320 --> 00:08:07.620 gruesome trick to fool would-be passengers into becoming its prey. 00:08:08.160 --> 00:08:14.220 A bus that drives itself would lead many to think twice about stepping on board, so SCP-2086 00:08:14.220 --> 00:08:19.860 makes use of a decoy driver, which is actually a human corpse encased and preserved in a 00:08:19.860 --> 00:08:20.820 shellac-like substance. 00:08:20.820 --> 00:08:25.560 Smaller, fibrous appendages protrude from the “front seat” and into the corpse, 00:08:25.560 --> 00:08:30.060 which hold it in place and are even capable of manipulating the corpse, giving it the 00:08:30.060 --> 00:08:32.160 appearance of movement as it “drives the bus.” 00:08:32.940 --> 00:08:38.700 Once SCP-2086 has gathered up what it considers to be enough victims, a number that appears 00:08:38.700 --> 00:08:43.680 to vary from instance to instance, it will release a noxious gas from its interior vents. 00:08:43.680 --> 00:08:48.420 The gas produces an effect in humans similar to chloroform, and everyone on board will 00:08:48.420 --> 00:08:49.500 be rendered unconscious. 00:08:50.760 --> 00:08:55.320 The creature, now filled with its prey, does not feed on the humans trapped inside it though, 00:08:55.320 --> 00:09:00.720 instead it will take them to its nesting grounds, which is where the real horror begins. 00:09:01.740 --> 00:09:06.480 These nesting grounds are most often localized in scrap and junk yards that have fallen into 00:09:06.480 --> 00:09:11.520 disuse or are completely abandoned, and it is in these nests that the juvenile instances 00:09:11.520 --> 00:09:14.040 of SCP-2086 are found. 00:09:14.040 --> 00:09:19.500 While a full grown instance can weigh as much as 17,000 kilograms, which is the approximate 00:09:19.500 --> 00:09:25.440 curb weight of a normal bus, extensive field research and observation into SCP-2086 has 00:09:25.440 --> 00:09:29.520 led to the identification of the smaller, juvenile instances which are much smaller 00:09:29.520 --> 00:09:32.820 than their adult counterparts, weighing under 200 kilograms. 00:09:32.820 --> 00:09:35.100 But they don’t stay this size for long. 00:09:35.100 --> 00:09:40.560 When an adult SCP-2086 arrives back at the nest with its interior chamber filled with 00:09:40.560 --> 00:09:45.300 human prey, it will open its doors and allow the juvenile members to enter inside of it 00:09:45.300 --> 00:09:47.220 so they can feed, and grow. 00:09:48.600 --> 00:09:53.280 Once inside, a juvenile will remove a passenger from the bus and take them outside. 00:09:53.280 --> 00:09:58.200 The effects of the chloroform gas will often begin to wear off at this time, but by this 00:09:58.200 --> 00:10:00.180 point, it is already too late. 00:10:00.180 --> 00:10:04.380 The juvenile instance will then proceed to force the human into a hole located under 00:10:04.380 --> 00:10:04.860 their hood. 00:10:04.860 --> 00:10:09.660 This leads to a sort of digestive tract, that connects to its inner chamber where the driver’s 00:10:09.660 --> 00:10:10.200 seat is located. 00:10:10.200 --> 00:10:15.420 Small, hair like appendages will then emerge from the seat and protrude into the prey’s 00:10:15.420 --> 00:10:19.920 body, which hold them in place in the driver’s seat and trap them there, while at the same 00:10:19.920 --> 00:10:24.420 time acting as feeding tubes, draining the blood from the now doomed passenger. 00:10:25.500 --> 00:10:30.060 Once the person has been completely drained of blood, the feeding tubes will begin secreting 00:10:30.060 --> 00:10:34.680 a saline solution as the internal compartment fills with the shellac-like substance, and 00:10:34.680 --> 00:10:39.540 the effects of both combine to effectively embalm and preserve the corpse, which will 00:10:39.540 --> 00:10:42.600 serve as its own decoy driver once it enters adulthood. 00:10:42.600 --> 00:10:44.820 And this process happens quite quickly. 00:10:44.820 --> 00:10:50.880 A newborn SCP-2086 will reach adulthood in just one week provided that it has had access 00:10:50.880 --> 00:10:55.620 to nutrients, at which point it will begin searching for new sources of prey for its 00:10:55.620 --> 00:10:58.140 own offspring, of which it will likely have plenty. 00:10:58.140 --> 00:11:04.200 2086 instances become capable of reproduction at eight days, and females are able to produce 00:11:04.200 --> 00:11:08.340 up to twenty offspring, but their lives are quite short, with their entire life cycle 00:11:08.340 --> 00:11:10.680 usually lasting just twelve to fifteen days. 00:11:11.280 --> 00:11:15.840 Prior to feeding and beginning the process of becoming a full size adult, juveniles will 00:11:15.840 --> 00:11:20.340 also leave the nest, and will covertly move about the city removing bus stop signposts 00:11:20.340 --> 00:11:24.300 and relocating them, often creating a route that leads back to its own nest. 00:11:24.960 --> 00:11:28.980 These are the routes that adult instances will then typically follow as they hunt for 00:11:28.980 --> 00:11:30.840 more prey to bring back to their colony. 00:11:31.980 --> 00:11:37.740 SCP-2086 instances have been found in metropolitan areas around the world, and news reports are 00:11:37.740 --> 00:11:42.000 closely monitored by the Foundation for missing persons that had recently used public transport, 00:11:42.000 --> 00:11:46.560 with Foundation Field Agents being dispatched to potential high-threat areas to investigate 00:11:46.560 --> 00:11:46.980 further. 00:11:46.980 --> 00:11:52.020 Any nests that are discovered have their locations condemned, if they weren’t already, and 00:11:52.020 --> 00:11:53.700 demolished using chemical explosives. 00:11:54.420 --> 00:12:00.180 Previously, an effort was made to capture and contain live instances of SCP-2086 and 00:12:00.180 --> 00:12:04.740 currently the Foundation has five such specimens in its custody which are stored in a converted 00:12:04.740 --> 00:12:05.580 airplane hangar. 00:12:05.580 --> 00:12:10.320 Due to their short lifespans and high rate of reproduction, the amount of live specimens 00:12:10.320 --> 00:12:14.700 contained at any given time can vary widely, and will often depend on the number of available 00:12:14.700 --> 00:12:17.760 D-Class personnel who can serve as drivers. 00:12:17.760 --> 00:12:22.260 Terminated specimens are either destroyed, or sent to a specialized cold storage container 00:12:22.260 --> 00:12:24.840 at a secure site for further biological research. 00:12:25.440 --> 00:12:31.440 SCP-2086 continues to be one of the most dangerous anomalies for common, everyday users of public 00:12:31.440 --> 00:12:35.160 transportation, and the SCP Foundation has classified it as Keter. 00:12:35.160 --> 00:12:39.780 While identified colonies are able to be destroyed with minimal effort once discovered, there 00:12:39.780 --> 00:12:42.660 is no telling how many nesting grounds still remain in the wild. 00:12:42.660 --> 00:12:47.580 So the next time you’re about to board a bus, pay extra careful attention to it, or 00:12:47.580 --> 00:12:51.480 you may find that your bus is rerouting you somewhere you never wanted to go. 00:12:51.480 --> 00:12:56.040 It’s late at night, and you’re driving down a desolate stretch of highway somewhere 00:12:56.040 --> 00:12:56.580 in New Mexico. 00:12:56.580 --> 00:13:00.900 There’s nothing out here except for you, your car, and the road. 00:13:01.620 --> 00:13:04.800 What you don’t know is that you’re about to encounter something. 00:13:04.800 --> 00:13:07.620 Something… terrifying. 00:13:07.620 --> 00:13:10.980 There’s no moon and the sky is pitch black. 00:13:11.640 --> 00:13:14.580 Your own car is barely lighting up the dark road ahead of you. 00:13:15.120 --> 00:13:19.020 Just then you spot something in your rearview mirror. 00:13:19.020 --> 00:13:20.820 It’s a pair of headlights. 00:13:20.820 --> 00:13:24.540 There’s nothing too strange about them, except that they are especially bright. 00:13:24.540 --> 00:13:28.140 Your eyes are so adjusted to the darkness that you have to look away. 00:13:28.800 --> 00:13:32.400 When you glance in the mirror again you see that they’re closer. 00:13:32.400 --> 00:13:33.480 Much closer. 00:13:33.480 --> 00:13:35.760 They must be going awfully fast. 00:13:36.720 --> 00:13:41.340 You don’t know why, but something about the car behind you makes you feel uneasy, 00:13:41.340 --> 00:13:42.660 there’s something off. 00:13:43.320 --> 00:13:44.460 You speed up a little. 00:13:44.460 --> 00:13:47.160 Maybe you can keep some distance from them. 00:13:47.160 --> 00:13:48.720 But the lights keep getting closer. 00:13:48.720 --> 00:13:50.520 So you speed up a little more. 00:13:50.520 --> 00:13:55.200 Still, they gain on you, growing bigger and bigger in your rearview mirror. 00:13:55.200 --> 00:13:56.160 You’re getting nervous. 00:13:56.160 --> 00:13:58.800 They look like they are barreling right towards you... 00:13:58.800 --> 00:14:00.120 You floor it. 00:14:00.780 --> 00:14:05.220 The lights are able to keep up easily though, and now they’re right on your tail. 00:14:05.220 --> 00:14:08.640 No matter how fast you go they stay right behind you. 00:14:08.640 --> 00:14:12.600 The lights are so bright and close that they’re almost blinding. 00:14:12.600 --> 00:14:15.660 You’re in a full blown panic, what is going on? 00:14:16.260 --> 00:14:19.080 Now the lights are swerving back and forth behind you. 00:14:19.680 --> 00:14:20.520 What do they want? 00:14:21.420 --> 00:14:25.440 You take a sharp turn without indicating, but they follow you without difficulty. 00:14:25.440 --> 00:14:28.200 You keep your foot smashed  down on the accelerator,  00:14:28.200 --> 00:14:30.720 your engine is screaming, but they just get 00:14:30.720 --> 00:14:31.980 closer and closer. 00:14:31.980 --> 00:14:33.780 They’re right on your bumper. 00:14:33.780 --> 00:14:38.520 The bright white lights burn your eyes so bad that you swat at the rearview mirror to 00:14:38.520 --> 00:14:39.120 point it down. 00:14:39.120 --> 00:14:43.740 You look up just in time to see the deer standing in the middle of the road. 00:14:43.740 --> 00:14:46.260 You slam on your brakes as hard as you can. 00:14:46.260 --> 00:14:50.940 Your tires squeal loudly in the night and you brace yourself to both hit the deer and 00:14:50.940 --> 00:14:52.320 get rear ended from behind. 00:14:52.320 --> 00:14:55.800 You stop inches from the deer as something incredible happens. 00:14:55.800 --> 00:15:01.080 The two headlights seem to split, passing by you on either side of your car. 00:15:01.080 --> 00:15:06.120 You and the deer lock eyes for a split second as if you’re both thinking “what was that?” 00:15:06.120 --> 00:15:08.100 before the deer hops away into the night. 00:15:08.940 --> 00:15:12.420 You don’t know what’s happening, but you’re not going to wait around to find out. 00:15:12.420 --> 00:15:16.973 You throw the car in reverse and hit the gas, before whipping it around one hundred and 00:15:16.973 --> 00:15:17.160 eighty degrees. 00:15:18.060 --> 00:15:22.080 You can’t remember how far the last town was, but there’s no chance you’re going 00:15:22.080 --> 00:15:23.160 in the direction of those lights. 00:15:23.160 --> 00:15:28.140 You drive as fast as you can, checking your mirror constantly to see if anything is behind 00:15:28.140 --> 00:15:28.320 you. 00:15:28.320 --> 00:15:29.220 Nothing. 00:15:29.220 --> 00:15:31.200 Just darkness. 00:15:31.200 --> 00:15:33.120 Maybe you’re finally safe. 00:15:33.120 --> 00:15:34.320 No! 00:15:34.320 --> 00:15:35.400 They’re right in front of you! 00:15:35.400 --> 00:15:38.580 The lights somehow appear out of nowhere right in front of your car. 00:15:38.580 --> 00:15:42.900 You turn the wheel hard to avoid a head on collision and you go flying off the road, 00:15:42.900 --> 00:15:47.340 smashing your head against the window as the car goes flipping and rolling and tumbling. 00:15:47.880 --> 00:15:52.860 The car comes to a stop a hundred feet off the road, upside down, with a lone blinking 00:15:52.860 --> 00:15:55.200 turn signal dimly lighting up the surrounding field. 00:15:55.740 --> 00:16:00.540 A single headlight approaches the car, but it’s not moving like a vehicle, it’s moving… 00:16:01.260 --> 00:16:02.040 like an animal. 00:16:02.820 --> 00:16:05.940 You’re concussed from the accident and your vision is starting to fade. 00:16:06.720 --> 00:16:10.200 The last thing you see is  a second light approaching. 00:16:10.860 --> 00:16:13.500 The next morning, the local  sheriff is investigating  00:16:13.500 --> 00:16:14.940 the scene of a single car accident. 00:16:15.660 --> 00:16:20.880 Curiously, there’s no body, just a few scraps of clothing, and a pair of tennis shoes sitting 00:16:20.880 --> 00:16:22.920 neatly in the upside down roof of the car. 00:16:23.580 --> 00:16:28.140 Strangest though, are the childlike handprints all over the dirty car door. 00:16:28.680 --> 00:16:30.120 The sheriff doesn’t know what to think. 00:16:30.960 --> 00:16:36.960 What the sheriff doesn’t know, is that he has just come upon the aftermath of an SCP-745 00:16:36.960 --> 00:16:37.260 attack. 00:16:37.260 --> 00:16:40.260 A strange and mysterious creature known as… 00:16:40.260 --> 00:16:41.760 The Headlights. 00:16:42.300 --> 00:16:48.540 SCP-745 is the classification the SCP Foundation has given to a bipedal, nocturnal predator 00:16:48.540 --> 00:16:52.260 whose hunting grounds are an abandoned stretch of highway in Northern New Mexico. 00:16:53.100 --> 00:16:59.400 SCP-745’s most distinctive feature, by far, is its head, the top of which is a bloated 00:16:59.400 --> 00:17:00.960 sack of translucent skin. 00:17:00.960 --> 00:17:05.700 There are no visible sensory organs present on the head, nor does it appear to have a 00:17:05.700 --> 00:17:10.140 solid skull, and the creature’s brain can be directly seen through the semi transparent 00:17:10.140 --> 00:17:13.500 skin which is covered in a web of bioluminescent organs. 00:17:13.500 --> 00:17:18.180 These organs are capable of producing a steady output of light that’s been measured between 00:17:18.180 --> 00:17:23.940 1400 to 3200 lumens, which is the equivalent of bright, xenon gas headlights. 00:17:24.480 --> 00:17:28.980 The entity has been observed to have the ability to change the color of this light, as well 00:17:28.980 --> 00:17:30.660 as flash it in specific patterns. 00:17:30.660 --> 00:17:35.580 It is theorized that it engages in this behavior as a way to defend itself, and potentially 00:17:35.580 --> 00:17:39.300 may also use it as a way to communicate with other members of its species. 00:17:40.080 --> 00:17:46.500 The rest of SCP-745’s body is covered in skin that is a deep, dark, black color that 00:17:46.500 --> 00:17:47.880 almost seems to absorb light. 00:17:47.880 --> 00:17:52.800 This quality, when paired with their blindingly bright head protrusion, gives the appearance 00:17:52.800 --> 00:17:54.600 of a floating point of light in the darkness. 00:17:55.260 --> 00:18:01.260 Because SCP-745 entities hunt almost exclusively in pairs, with their preferred hunting grounds 00:18:01.260 --> 00:18:05.820 being remote sections of highway, they are easily mistaken for oncoming or approaching 00:18:05.820 --> 00:18:06.360 headlights. 00:18:06.900 --> 00:18:13.260 Two SCP-745 entities are able to move together in perfect synchronicity, running in tandem 00:18:13.260 --> 00:18:15.840 at speeds up to 180 kilometers per hour. 00:18:16.500 --> 00:18:21.000 Together they will target lone vehicles that they spot on the highway and will begin to 00:18:21.000 --> 00:18:25.656 chase or run straight towards them, giving the unlucky driver the impression that a fast 00:18:25.656 --> 00:18:27.360 moving car is rapidly approaching them. 00:18:27.360 --> 00:18:32.280 After they near the targeted car, they will attempt to stop it by any means necessary, 00:18:32.280 --> 00:18:37.080 whether by simply forcing the driver to pull over out of fear, or by running them off the 00:18:37.080 --> 00:18:37.800 road completely. 00:18:37.800 --> 00:18:43.740 Once their prey has stopped, crashed, or become otherwise incapacitated, the pair will stop 00:18:43.740 --> 00:18:48.960 moving together and approach the car separately to directly assault and then consume the vehicle’s 00:18:48.960 --> 00:18:49.440 occupants. 00:18:49.440 --> 00:18:54.840 Next to no remains are left following an attack, save for a few scraps of clothing and the 00:18:54.840 --> 00:18:55.380 victim’s shoes. 00:18:55.380 --> 00:18:59.880 Other than the damage sustained during the accident, there is never any other sign of 00:18:59.880 --> 00:19:04.860 struggle or forced entry, with the only other evidence left at the scene being the child-like 00:19:04.860 --> 00:19:08.700 hand prints from SCP-745’s small front paws. 00:19:09.360 --> 00:19:15.060 Strangely, analysis of SCP-745’s genetic structure has revealed that unlike humans, 00:19:15.060 --> 00:19:19.620 they are not a carbon based lifeform, meaning it is unlikely then that they are able to 00:19:19.620 --> 00:19:22.380 derive any nutrition from the consuming of human flesh. 00:19:22.380 --> 00:19:27.600 It is theorized then that they may be hunting solely for sport or some other form of perverse 00:19:27.600 --> 00:19:28.020 enjoyment. 00:19:28.620 --> 00:19:34.260 This question remains unanswered, as currently there are no recorded observations of SCP-745 00:19:34.260 --> 00:19:39.600 feeding in the wild, as successful attacks have never left any witnesses, and specimens 00:19:39.600 --> 00:19:42.600 captured by the SCP Foundation refuse to eat at all. 00:19:42.600 --> 00:19:48.960 No lairs, nests, or other refuge of SCP-745 has ever been found, nor has the Foundation 00:19:48.960 --> 00:19:52.140 located any breeding grounds or young examples of the entity. 00:19:52.140 --> 00:19:57.480 It’s unknown how or if they reproduce, or when they may have first appeared. 00:19:57.480 --> 00:20:02.580 What is known, is that they had established a wide hunting territory across the American 00:20:02.580 --> 00:20:07.500 South West, until Foundation teams began a program to thin their numbers in the 1960s. 00:20:07.500 --> 00:20:13.440 The effort appears to have been successful so far, and all recent sightings of SCP-745 00:20:13.440 --> 00:20:16.920 have been limited to a specific stretch of highway in Northern New Mexico. 00:20:16.920 --> 00:20:23.940 SCP-745 has been classified as Euclid, and in order to limit potential exposure to civilians, 00:20:23.940 --> 00:20:28.380 the Foundation has purchased the land surrounding the highway, with traffic being redirected 00:20:28.380 --> 00:20:29.460 to other roads. 00:20:29.460 --> 00:20:34.800 Foundation security teams disguised as highway patrol officers are to remove any trespassers 00:20:34.800 --> 00:20:38.640 or lost travelers who accidentally find themselves on the dangerous stretch of highway. 00:20:38.640 --> 00:20:45.180 The security teams are also tasked with attempting to capture any instances of SCP-745 that they 00:20:45.180 --> 00:20:50.820 can, and any recovered creatures, live or dead, are to be loaded into Class 3 BCU storage 00:20:50.820 --> 00:20:54.000 containers and transferred to Site 17 for further study. 00:20:54.000 --> 00:20:58.740 Containment procedures that are able to preserve living specimens are still being researched, 00:20:58.740 --> 00:21:04.140 and currently, no examples of SCP-745 have survived for more than a week in captivity. 00:21:04.140 --> 00:21:09.960 However, seeing as there have been no new sightings of SCP-745 outside of the isolated 00:21:09.960 --> 00:21:13.980 and monitored stretch of highway, and all reports of phantom lights elsewhere in the 00:21:13.980 --> 00:21:19.200 country have not pointed to evidence of additional SCP-745 outbreaks, they are considered to 00:21:19.200 --> 00:21:20.640 be effectively contained. 00:21:21.360 --> 00:21:27.000 It’s late on a Saturday night in New York City, 11:55 PM to be exact. 00:21:27.000 --> 00:21:32.100 A man is running towards the subway station on 59th Street, he’s just gotten off from 00:21:32.100 --> 00:21:35.940 work at the restaurant where he waits tables and he’s in a hurry to get home and spend 00:21:35.940 --> 00:21:36.960 some time with his girlfriend. 00:21:36.960 --> 00:21:43.440 As he approaches the station he notices something strange, someone has placed a wooden barrier 00:21:43.440 --> 00:21:44.460 in front of the entrance. 00:21:44.460 --> 00:21:48.420 The man has never seen something like this before, but he hasn’t lived in Brooklyn 00:21:48.420 --> 00:21:49.140 very long. 00:21:49.140 --> 00:21:53.640 Everything about the station looks normal behind the barrier, and he’s in a hurry. 00:21:53.640 --> 00:21:58.320 He doesn’t want to have to go several blocks to the next station, so he hops the barrier… 00:21:58.320 --> 00:21:59.880 What's the worst that could happen? 00:21:59.880 --> 00:22:05.040 As the man walks onto the train platform he starts to second guess his decision. 00:22:05.700 --> 00:22:10.560 The platform is empty, and come to think of it, he hasn’t seen anyone in the station 00:22:10.560 --> 00:22:11.040 at all. 00:22:11.040 --> 00:22:15.600 Maybe he did make a mistake, maybe the station really is closed for repairs. 00:22:15.600 --> 00:22:19.620 He turns around to leave but just as he does he hears a train. 00:22:19.620 --> 00:22:21.660 Good, everything is normal. 00:22:21.660 --> 00:22:26.160 He checks his watch, v11:57 PM on the dot. 00:22:26.160 --> 00:22:28.860 The train comes to a stop and its doors slide open. 00:22:29.520 --> 00:22:33.600 It looks a little older than the trains he usually rides, but it appears to be in perfect 00:22:33.600 --> 00:22:37.500 shape, and it’s going the direction of his home, so he steps on board. 00:22:38.100 --> 00:22:41.880 Just like the station and the platform, there’s no one else on the train. 00:22:42.480 --> 00:22:47.880 Strange, but he’s ridden nearly empty trains before, especially late at night, though usually 00:22:47.880 --> 00:22:50.700 at this time on a Saturday there’s at least a few people on board. 00:22:51.540 --> 00:22:53.940 Just then he hears something in the station. 00:22:53.940 --> 00:22:57.780 He turns to see someone running down the platform crying out. 00:22:57.780 --> 00:22:58.560 “Stop! 00:22:58.560 --> 00:23:03.120 Stop!” the man in the Mass Transit Authority vest cries, dropping what looks to be his 00:23:03.120 --> 00:23:04.740 dinner on the platform as he runs. 00:23:04.740 --> 00:23:10.560 While the MTA worker is still several feet away, the doors snap shut, and the train begins 00:23:10.560 --> 00:23:10.920 to move. 00:23:11.760 --> 00:23:16.140 The MTA worker cries out again to stop but he knows there’s no point. 00:23:16.140 --> 00:23:20.580 He watches as the train heads down the tracks and disappears into the darkness. 00:23:21.480 --> 00:23:24.660 With a sigh, he takes out a walkie talkie and it squawks to life. 00:23:25.260 --> 00:23:27.000 “We’ve lost another one,” he says. 00:23:27.780 --> 00:23:28.380 Hi! 00:23:28.380 --> 00:23:36.360 I’m Dr. Bob, and THIS is SCP-052, also known as... the Time Traveling Train. 00:23:37.620 --> 00:23:43.200 SCP-052 appears to be a standard looking type R4 New York City subway train. 00:23:43.200 --> 00:23:48.960 Official city records state that the train was built in 1932 and decommissioned for scrap 00:23:48.960 --> 00:23:50.520 in 1975. 00:23:50.520 --> 00:23:56.100 Despite the fact that it should no longer exist, SCP-052 continues to appear on the 00:23:56.100 --> 00:24:02.460 Uptown A/D track at the 59th street and 8th avenue station at exactly 11:57 p.m. every 00:24:02.460 --> 00:24:03.060 Saturday night. 00:24:03.060 --> 00:24:07.980 The train appears to be in perfect condition, just the same as when it was built over 80 00:24:07.980 --> 00:24:10.800 years ago, and it is marked as an A train. 00:24:10.800 --> 00:24:16.320 Each Saturday, the train arrives at exactly the same time, opens its doors to accept or 00:24:16.320 --> 00:24:21.780 discharge passengers for precisely five minutes, then closes its doors and disappears until 00:24:21.780 --> 00:24:22.440 the next week. 00:24:22.440 --> 00:24:24.540 Where did the train come from? 00:24:24.540 --> 00:24:27.540 And where does it go in between the weekly appearances? 00:24:28.080 --> 00:24:33.360 These are questions the SCP Foundation is trying to answer, but perhaps the most frightening 00:24:33.360 --> 00:24:39.480 aspect of SCP-052 is that once you get on the train, there’s no guarantee of ever 00:24:39.480 --> 00:24:40.020 getting off. 00:24:40.680 --> 00:24:46.320 Sadly, the majority of subjects that have been observed boarding SCP-052 have not been 00:24:46.320 --> 00:24:46.920 heard from again. 00:24:46.920 --> 00:24:51.900 The rare few that have been recovered claim to have boarded the train on various dates, 00:24:51.900 --> 00:24:58.380 ranging from 1976 all the way to the year 2204, with the latter claiming he thought 00:24:58.380 --> 00:25:01.200 he was boarding a special 300th anniversary train. 00:25:01.860 --> 00:25:06.540 Thus far none of the recovered passengers have reported any memories or knowledge of 00:25:06.540 --> 00:25:09.180 their time on board the train between entering and exiting. 00:25:09.720 --> 00:25:16.080 Any passengers spotted disembarking from SCP-052 are to be immediately brought to Site-21 for 00:25:16.080 --> 00:25:20.340 questioning to determine their origin and assess whether they pose any threat to the 00:25:20.340 --> 00:25:21.000 current timestream. 00:25:21.000 --> 00:25:26.520 The Foundation has had great success administering Class A amnestics to passengers who arrived 00:25:26.520 --> 00:25:29.220 from the past, and reintegrating them into society. 00:25:29.220 --> 00:25:34.260 But any passenger who is identified as being from the future, must be held indefinitely 00:25:34.260 --> 00:25:40.800 to prevent potential disruptions to this reality’s timestream, per order 69 dash A one from O5 00:25:40.800 --> 00:25:42.660 councilmember O5-9. 00:25:42.660 --> 00:25:48.180 There are currently 26 recovered passengers being held at Site 21 who fit this description, 00:25:48.180 --> 00:25:52.620 and there are not yet any procedures in place that would allow for their safe release into 00:25:52.620 --> 00:25:57.120 modern society nor has there been any workable theories for how to return them to their original 00:25:57.120 --> 00:25:58.320 home time. 00:25:58.320 --> 00:26:03.240 Despite the protocols in place to prevent public access, some passengers from the present 00:26:03.240 --> 00:26:09.000 have still managed to accidentally board SCP-052 and subjects from other times continue to 00:26:09.000 --> 00:26:09.300 appear. 00:26:09.900 --> 00:26:14.640 Following interviews, it’s been discovered that some of these subjects arrived from alternate 00:26:14.640 --> 00:26:15.900 timelines and realities. 00:26:15.900 --> 00:26:22.020 This raises the question of whether it is possible for SCP-052 to appear other times 00:26:22.020 --> 00:26:27.060 and places which may require the containment of additional locations, and reports of any 00:26:27.060 --> 00:26:31.500 suspicious activity involving unscheduled trains are being monitored and investigated 00:26:31.500 --> 00:26:32.220 around the world. 00:26:32.220 --> 00:26:37.260 Following its initial discovery, several tests were attempted in order to better understand 00:26:37.260 --> 00:26:41.040 the anomalous train and what may be happening when it is no longer visible. 00:26:41.040 --> 00:26:44.940 The first test took place on May 31st, 2009. 00:26:44.940 --> 00:26:47.760 An agent was told to simply board the train. 00:26:47.760 --> 00:26:52.020 They did as requested, and have yet to be recovered as of the present date. 00:26:52.680 --> 00:26:55.740 A second test took place a week later on June 6th. 00:26:55.740 --> 00:27:00.360 This agent too was never recovered, though reports indicate that he may have returned 00:27:00.360 --> 00:27:06.000 to our timeline in 1980, at which point he was killed in a confrontation that has since 00:27:06.000 --> 00:27:06.660 been classified. 00:27:06.660 --> 00:27:10.680 A third test was conducted the next week on June 13th. 00:27:10.680 --> 00:27:14.400 Once again, the agent was told to board the train and did so. 00:27:14.400 --> 00:27:17.280 This time though... the agent returned. 00:27:17.280 --> 00:27:22.920 Just two weeks later on June 27th, the agent stepped back off the train, with his hands 00:27:22.920 --> 00:27:25.140 appearing to have been surgically removed. 00:27:25.140 --> 00:27:29.520 A note had been placed in his pocket that had the simple message “send no more” 00:27:29.520 --> 00:27:31.020 written on it. 00:27:31.020 --> 00:27:34.980 The agent claims not to remember any of his experiences on the train over the two weeks 00:27:34.980 --> 00:27:38.220 he was gone or what may have happened to his hands. 00:27:38.760 --> 00:27:44.040 Following this third test, O5 Command issued orders stopping the use of Foundation agents 00:27:44.040 --> 00:27:46.440 as passengers on SCP-052. 00:27:46.440 --> 00:27:51.780 D-Class, due to their disposable nature as convicted felons and death row inmates, were 00:27:51.780 --> 00:27:57.180 considered as potential replacements for the agents in the exploration of SCP-052, but 00:27:57.180 --> 00:28:01.620 the risk of releasing them into the past, or the future, was determined to be too great. 00:28:01.620 --> 00:28:06.420 Other than the agent who knowingly boarded the train, several other notable passengers 00:28:06.420 --> 00:28:07.320 have been recovered. 00:28:07.320 --> 00:28:12.480 One case involved the recovery of a woman who entered the train on July 14th, 2012, 00:28:12.480 --> 00:28:17.220 but was recovered four years earlier on March 8th, 2008. 00:28:17.220 --> 00:28:21.420 She entered the train while on her way home from the theater and was surprised to learn 00:28:21.420 --> 00:28:23.340 she traveled four years into the past. 00:28:23.340 --> 00:28:28.140 Because another version of her existed at the time she was recovered, she was held to 00:28:28.140 --> 00:28:29.880 prevent unwanted temporal effects. 00:28:29.880 --> 00:28:36.060 Another subject was recovered in 2008 who claimed to be from the year 1976, Although 00:28:36.060 --> 00:28:40.620 there was nothing physically wrong with him and no risk of timestream disruptions, Foundation 00:28:40.620 --> 00:28:45.420 psychiatrists recommended that he be held indefinitely as 32 years was believed to be 00:28:45.420 --> 00:28:48.960 too long a period of time to successfully reintegrate into society. 00:28:48.960 --> 00:28:54.720 Perhaps the most interesting recovery was of a man claiming to be a Level 4 Supervisor 00:28:54.720 --> 00:28:59.700 from the SCP “Federation” who boarded the train in December of 2124. 00:29:00.300 --> 00:29:05.340 He said that he had been administered a Class A amnestic prior to boarding and remembered 00:29:05.340 --> 00:29:07.200 nothing until his recovery in 2010. 00:29:07.740 --> 00:29:12.780 While the agent can clearly never be released into society, O5 command has approved the 00:29:12.780 --> 00:29:17.400 sharing of classified information about various anomalies in the hopes that he can provide 00:29:17.400 --> 00:29:20.100 additional information on possible containment procedures. 00:29:20.940 --> 00:29:27.360 Because SCP-052 has so far proven impossible to stop or remove from the New York City subway 00:29:27.360 --> 00:29:30.240 system it has been classified as Euclid. 00:29:30.240 --> 00:29:34.560 But its predictable nature means that the Foundation is usually able to prevent the 00:29:34.560 --> 00:29:36.000 public from encountering it. 00:29:36.000 --> 00:29:41.460 The 59th St. A/B/C/D Station is closed to the public between 11pm on Saturday night 00:29:41.460 --> 00:29:45.420 and 1am on Sunday morning under the pretext of track maintenance. 00:29:45.960 --> 00:29:52.140 Any passengers seen leaving SCP-052 must be taken to Site-21 for debriefing and processing 00:29:52.140 --> 00:29:58.260 and members of the public who simply see SCP-052 may be released after the administration of 00:29:58.260 --> 00:29:59.580 a Class B amnestic. 00:29:59.580 --> 00:30:05.280 As for what happens to most of the passengers who board SCP-052 and are never seen from 00:30:05.280 --> 00:30:05.520 again? 00:30:05.520 --> 00:30:07.200 We simply don’t know. 00:30:07.800 --> 00:30:12.600 A violent storm rocks a merchant ship back and forth. 00:30:12.600 --> 00:30:16.980 Huge waves roll over the deck and threaten to capsize the vessel. 00:30:17.700 --> 00:30:22.500 A merchant sailor grips the railing, trying with all his might not to be thrown overboard. 00:30:23.460 --> 00:30:26.280 With a loud twang a cable snaps loose. 00:30:26.280 --> 00:30:28.440 A hand suddenly grabs his shoulder. 00:30:28.440 --> 00:30:31.980 He turns around with a fright to see that it's one of his shipmates. 00:30:33.060 --> 00:30:37.740 He points towards the bow of the ship and yells over the roar of the storm that they 00:30:37.740 --> 00:30:38.820 need to try and repair it. 00:30:39.840 --> 00:30:43.860 The two men make their way to the front of the ship and the sailor starts working to 00:30:43.860 --> 00:30:44.880 fix the broken cable. 00:30:45.420 --> 00:30:47.760 He looks up to see that his mate is no longer working. 00:30:47.760 --> 00:30:51.540 He’s staring straight past him, and there’s fear in his eyes. 00:30:52.440 --> 00:30:56.460 The sailor turns around to see a massive tentacle sticking out of the sea. 00:30:56.460 --> 00:31:00.000 The huge appendage is mind boggling in its size. 00:31:00.000 --> 00:31:05.400 He can only stand there, marveling at it, until it begins violently smashing against 00:31:05.400 --> 00:31:06.000 the deck. 00:31:07.020 --> 00:31:11.400 The sailor dives out of the way just before the tentacle crashes down right where he was 00:31:11.400 --> 00:31:14.520 standing… where his crewmate was still locked in fear. 00:31:15.300 --> 00:31:20.100 The ship is in chaos as more tentacles appear and slam the deck over and over. 00:31:20.700 --> 00:31:24.300 One cracks the deck right next to him, sending him flying. 00:31:24.300 --> 00:31:27.060 He comes to moments later in a wreckage pile. 00:31:27.060 --> 00:31:29.160 Nothing else has changed though. 00:31:29.160 --> 00:31:33.300 Whatever this monster is, it's not stopping its assault on the ship. 00:31:33.300 --> 00:31:38.280 The sailor stands up and picks up a sharpened piece of wood from the pile he was lying in. 00:31:38.280 --> 00:31:43.320 He runs over to the nearest tentacle and thrusts the sharpened stick into its flesh. 00:31:43.320 --> 00:31:48.000 There’s a mighty roar from the sea and the tentacles stop their onslaught. 00:31:48.000 --> 00:31:51.000 They go limp before sliding into the sea. 00:31:51.540 --> 00:31:54.300 The sailor looks around at the carnage that’s been wrought. 00:31:54.300 --> 00:31:56.760 Dead bodies and debris litter the deck. 00:31:57.540 --> 00:32:03.060 He moves to check on his crewmates when right in front of him, bursting from the sea, is 00:32:03.060 --> 00:32:05.400 the head of the biggest squid he has ever seen. 00:32:05.400 --> 00:32:08.820 A massive beast that must be a thousand meters long. 00:32:08.820 --> 00:32:13.740 Whatever he had seen before of this creature, was truly just the tip of the iceberg. 00:32:14.460 --> 00:32:19.080 With another roar the creature lifts up out of the water and wraps its arms around the 00:32:19.080 --> 00:32:19.260 ship. 00:32:19.260 --> 00:32:25.320 The sailor only has time to duck down and close his eyes before the entire ship is pulled 00:32:25.320 --> 00:32:26.580 down beneath the waves. 00:32:26.580 --> 00:32:32.280 With a gasp the sailor breaks the surface, screaming and gulping for air. 00:32:32.280 --> 00:32:36.420 He’s alone now, treading water in the middle of the ocean during a storm. 00:32:36.420 --> 00:32:38.760 But not for long. 00:32:38.760 --> 00:32:43.560 The squid reappears, its head slowly rising out of the water just in front of him. 00:32:43.560 --> 00:32:49.560 It’s head, the size of a house, has two giant, uncaring black eyes that seem to both 00:32:49.560 --> 00:32:50.820 see him and not. 00:32:50.820 --> 00:32:56.520 It extends a tentacle toward him as it leans back in the water, exposing its huge, beaked 00:32:56.520 --> 00:32:56.700 mouth. 00:32:56.700 --> 00:33:02.460 It wraps its powerful arms around him and starts to pull him towards it when suddenly 00:33:02.460 --> 00:33:04.020 there’s an explosion. 00:33:04.020 --> 00:33:06.360 The squid has been struck by something. 00:33:06.360 --> 00:33:10.200 Both the sailor and the creature turn to see the most incredible thing. 00:33:10.200 --> 00:33:15.480 A battleship is coming towards them, slowly rising out the ocean as if it were somehow 00:33:15.480 --> 00:33:16.200 submerged. 00:33:16.200 --> 00:33:18.240 And it's firing on the creature. 00:33:18.240 --> 00:33:22.260 The squid drops him and starts heading towards the ship. 00:33:22.260 --> 00:33:25.200 This is going to be a battle for the ages. 00:33:26.160 --> 00:33:31.500 While this sailor had no idea what he was witnessing, the SCP Foundation was all too 00:33:31.500 --> 00:33:31.980 familiar. 00:33:31.980 --> 00:33:37.620 This was yet another incident of SCP-2846… also known as… 00:33:37.620 --> 00:33:40.140 The Squid and the Sailor. 00:33:41.700 --> 00:33:44.160 But first, a quick personal request from me. 00:33:44.160 --> 00:33:49.320 I need your help to spread the word about the lesser known anomalies in the SCP Foundation’s 00:33:49.320 --> 00:33:49.680 archives. 00:33:49.680 --> 00:33:55.320 The best thing you can do to help me is subscribe, turn on notifications, and then go tell your 00:33:55.320 --> 00:33:56.220 friends to do the same. 00:33:56.220 --> 00:34:00.840 This is a huge help and will let me bring you more and more SCP anomalies. 00:34:00.840 --> 00:34:02.640 Now, back to our file. 00:34:02.640 --> 00:34:08.940 SCP-2846 is the name given to a set of phenomena that occur in the Gulf-Atlantic region. 00:34:08.940 --> 00:34:17.760 These phenomena consist of interactions between two entities, known as SCP-2846-A and SCP-2846-B. 00:34:18.360 --> 00:34:24.780 2846-A is a gigantic, aquatic creature that resembles a cephalopod, though no similar 00:34:24.780 --> 00:34:28.980 organism has been discovered that is even close to approaching its size, with estimates 00:34:28.980 --> 00:34:33.960 placing 2846-A at being at least 950 meters in length. 00:34:33.960 --> 00:34:39.600 This creature appears in areas of deep water during storms and will attack civilian vessels, 00:34:39.600 --> 00:34:42.120 especially cruise ships and merchant vessels. 00:34:42.120 --> 00:34:47.220 These attacks are sporadic and follow no known patterns other than that they take place during 00:34:47.220 --> 00:34:48.000 inclement weather. 00:34:48.000 --> 00:34:53.040 They are sudden and without warning, and will nearly always result in the complete destruction 00:34:53.040 --> 00:34:55.560 of the targeted vessel if they’re not intercepted. 00:34:56.160 --> 00:35:03.060 Attempting to stop these attacks is SCP-2846-B, a large seafaring vessel that in its current 00:35:03.060 --> 00:35:06.000 form, resembles a  Pennsylvania-Class super-dreadnought  00:35:06.000 --> 00:35:08.340 battleship, though it appears hazy in photos 00:35:08.340 --> 00:35:13.500 and videos, as if it translucent, and eye witness observers have described the ship 00:35:13.500 --> 00:35:15.000 as looking “vaporous.” 00:35:15.000 --> 00:35:21.660 Just like SCP-2846-A, this ship will appear from deep water, surfacing near the site of 00:35:21.660 --> 00:35:22.980 a 2846-A event. 00:35:22.980 --> 00:35:27.960 The vessel will fire on the creature, drawing its attention, and the two will then engage 00:35:27.960 --> 00:35:28.740 in a heated battle. 00:35:28.740 --> 00:35:35.400 The two will continue fighting until SCP-2846-A is rendered immobile or completely incapacitated, 00:35:35.400 --> 00:35:37.980 after which it will sink down into the sea. 00:35:37.980 --> 00:35:43.020 Following its victory, the ship too will then submerge and disappear beneath the waves. 00:35:43.620 --> 00:35:49.680 SCP-2846-A is believed to have existed for thousands of years, and may be even older 00:35:49.680 --> 00:35:50.100 than that. 00:35:50.100 --> 00:35:54.840 The creature’s existence was first recorded in an Icelandic saga from the 13th century, 00:35:54.840 --> 00:36:00.480 but the Foundation’s first documented sighting came in 1905 when an agent working for the 00:36:00.480 --> 00:36:05.400 Foundation, one Admiral Reginald Von Allen, spotted the creature surfacing with a whale 00:36:05.400 --> 00:36:07.200 wrapped effortlessly in its tentacles. 00:36:07.740 --> 00:36:12.420 Soon after spotting it, a ship-of-the-line surfaced as well to do battle with the creature. 00:36:12.420 --> 00:36:16.320 The Admiral tried to signal the crew that he could see on the deck of the ship, but 00:36:16.320 --> 00:36:20.100 the vessel descended back below the surface before any communication could take place. 00:36:20.880 --> 00:36:27.900 In 1935, the mysterious ship appeared again, near the SCPS Hildegard, and this time the 00:36:27.900 --> 00:36:30.360 anomalous vessel was the one  to initiate communication. 00:36:30.960 --> 00:36:37.980 Some of the crew of the ship, designated as SCP-2846-B1 through B915, came aboard the 00:36:37.980 --> 00:36:41.940 Foundation ship and engaged in a conversation with Captain Levi Hanson. 00:36:41.940 --> 00:36:49.500 SCP-2846-B1 identified himself as David Thomas Jones of the Royal Navy, and went on to explain 00:36:49.500 --> 00:36:55.740 that their ship had been sunk by a monster resembling SCP-2846-A over 300 years in the 00:36:55.740 --> 00:36:55.860 past. 00:36:55.860 --> 00:37:01.020 He described how after sinking into the darkness of the sea, he awoke on a mysterious shore 00:37:01.020 --> 00:37:05.940 where he met with a woman who referred to herself as Calypso, the goddess of the sea. 00:37:05.940 --> 00:37:10.740 She explained how she had sealed the leviathans that prowled the depths of the ocean in a 00:37:10.740 --> 00:37:15.060 pit, but that over time, the seal she had placed on it had begun to weaken. 00:37:15.060 --> 00:37:20.460 A titan had escaped and taken the form of the most deadly creature in the sea… the 00:37:20.460 --> 00:37:21.360 kraken. 00:37:21.360 --> 00:37:26.040 Calypso feared that the creature would attempt to further destroy the seal and release its 00:37:26.040 --> 00:37:29.880 monstrous brethren, a disaster that would result in the end of all human life. 00:37:29.880 --> 00:37:34.380 She requested that Jones pursue the creature along with his crew for as long as needed, 00:37:34.380 --> 00:37:37.380 and in return they would be granted immortality. 00:37:37.920 --> 00:37:42.120 Jones agreed, and his endless battle against the anomaly began that day. 00:37:42.120 --> 00:37:46.980 The reason he had now come aboard a foundation ship was directly related to this task. 00:37:47.640 --> 00:37:53.520 SCP-2846-A had grown more powerful over the years, larger, and bolder too. 00:37:53.520 --> 00:37:58.560 He and his men couldn’t die, but many more would if they were no longer able to subdue 00:37:58.560 --> 00:37:59.040 the beast. 00:37:59.040 --> 00:38:01.560 He needed something from the SCP Foundation… 00:38:01.560 --> 00:38:03.720 He needed a bigger boat. 00:38:04.320 --> 00:38:08.760 Following this conversation, and seeing the value in allowing Jones and his crew to continue 00:38:08.760 --> 00:38:13.440 their mission, the Foundation commandeered a newly built Pennsylvania-class super-dreadnought 00:38:13.440 --> 00:38:16.320 battleship from the US Navy - The USS Montana. 00:38:16.320 --> 00:38:20.880 The ship was sunk 15 kilometers from a Foundation naval facility in Cuba. 00:38:20.880 --> 00:38:25.980 Thirty hours later, the ship surfaced from the sea, though it was now more heavily armed 00:38:25.980 --> 00:38:28.200 than the USS Montana had been. 00:38:28.200 --> 00:38:34.260 As part of the agreement, SCP-2846-B was fitted with an explosive device that is capable of 00:38:34.260 --> 00:38:38.340 completely destroying the ship should the crew for some reason ever turn their guns 00:38:38.340 --> 00:38:40.440 on Foundation or other human targets. 00:38:40.440 --> 00:38:48.060 In 2013, an important discovery was made after a tracker was attached to SCP-2846-A. Deep 00:38:48.060 --> 00:38:52.920 in the Atlantic, roughly 1,300 nautical miles west of Florida, a depression in the ocean 00:38:52.920 --> 00:38:55.920 floor with a large iron object on top of it was found. 00:38:55.920 --> 00:39:01.320 2846 seems to return to this site over and over where it has been observed clearing the 00:39:01.320 --> 00:39:02.100 rocks from the area. 00:39:02.100 --> 00:39:05.460 And it appears that it is almost finished with its task. 00:39:05.460 --> 00:39:09.120 The iron plate on top of the depression is nearly exposed. 00:39:09.120 --> 00:39:15.240 It’s not known exactly what’s underneath, but whatever it is, it’s hot, very hot, 00:39:15.240 --> 00:39:18.900 with temperatures near it measured at over 4,000 degrees celsius. 00:39:18.900 --> 00:39:24.000 It’s feared that whatever the creature is trying to unearth, it would lead to an XK 00:39:24.000 --> 00:39:28.440 end of the world scenario, and it is imperative that it not be allowed to do so. 00:39:29.220 --> 00:39:32.700 And there’s more bad news when it comes to SCP-2846. 00:39:33.240 --> 00:39:39.840 In 2014, the Foundation ship SCPS Pristine was pursuing a large underwater organism assumed 00:39:39.840 --> 00:39:46.200 to be SCP-2846-A and signaled to 2846-B to surface and dispatch the creature, in what 00:39:46.200 --> 00:39:48.060 had become the normal operating procedure. 00:39:48.060 --> 00:39:52.680 Something strange happened though, and the Pristine was suddenly struck by a mysterious 00:39:52.680 --> 00:39:53.160 force. 00:39:53.160 --> 00:40:00.180 As SCP-2846-B began to engage with the now surfaced 2846-B, the crew of the Pristine 00:40:00.180 --> 00:40:04.440 reported seeing numerous eyes appearing and disappearing in the water below the ship. 00:40:04.440 --> 00:40:06.480 They had never seen anything like it. 00:40:06.480 --> 00:40:12.000 The ship was struck again as satellite images spotted an enormous entity directly beneath 00:40:12.000 --> 00:40:12.300 the ship. 00:40:13.260 --> 00:40:17.160 The Pristine began taking on water and the crew was forced to abandon ship. 00:40:17.820 --> 00:40:23.400 Two other SCP ships in the area fired on the strange, many-eyed entity, causing it to once 00:40:23.400 --> 00:40:30.360 again disappear into the depths of the ocean as SCP-2846-B banished 2846-A to the ocean 00:40:30.360 --> 00:40:31.020 once again. 00:40:31.620 --> 00:40:37.620 Due to the ongoing danger of SCP-2846-A, it has been classified as Keter. 00:40:37.620 --> 00:40:42.840 In the event of an appearance, Mobile Task Force Tau-11, also known as the Can Openers, 00:40:42.840 --> 00:40:47.940 who are stationed aboard the SCPS Nikolai are to utilize a special transmission device 00:40:47.940 --> 00:40:53.400 to signal the crew of SCP-2846-B and maintain contact with them throughout their engagement 00:40:53.400 --> 00:40:54.600 with the creature. 00:40:54.600 --> 00:40:59.700 Tau-11’s primary mission is to minimize civilian exposure to the anomaly, and any 00:40:59.700 --> 00:41:04.500 non Foundation ships that come in contact with either 2846 entity are to be moved from 00:41:04.500 --> 00:41:08.340 the area, and all aboard the craft are to be given Class C amnestics. 00:41:08.340 --> 00:41:14.700 The SCPS Nikolai’s captain has been given permission to fire on SCP-2846-A to assist 00:41:14.700 --> 00:41:20.460 in the fight, and should 2846-B turn hostile for any reason, the explosive device on board 00:41:20.460 --> 00:41:22.020 is to be detonated. 00:41:22.680 --> 00:41:28.620 It is still unknown just the entity that attacked and destroyed the SCPS Pristine was, but the 00:41:28.620 --> 00:41:34.200 ease with which it dispensed of the vessel has many in the Foundation worried that SCP-2846-A 00:41:34.200 --> 00:41:38.700 has already been able to release one of its brethren from its prison, and at this point, 00:41:38.700 --> 00:41:41.580 stopping them may no longer be an option. 00:41:42.180 --> 00:41:46.080 You’re on your way home from work after having just finished working a double shift. 00:41:46.080 --> 00:41:51.480 It’s late and the interstate is completely abandoned, no cars visible either in front 00:41:51.480 --> 00:41:52.860 or behind you. 00:41:52.860 --> 00:41:56.520 It’s only about a twenty minute drive but you know you’re going to struggle to stay 00:41:56.520 --> 00:42:00.900 awake, even in this old beater that shakes and rattles as it travels down the long, straight 00:42:00.900 --> 00:42:01.260 road. 00:42:01.260 --> 00:42:06.420 The rattling causes a piece of tape to fall off of the gauge cluster, revealing a lit 00:42:06.420 --> 00:42:07.800 “check engine” light beneath. 00:42:07.800 --> 00:42:11.220 You grab the tape and put it back over the light, covering it once again. 00:42:11.220 --> 00:42:13.080 There, good as new. 00:42:13.740 --> 00:42:17.940 You turn on the radio and it comes to life for just a moment before dying. 00:42:17.940 --> 00:42:21.960 You slap the radio and it blinks to life for just a second before dying again. 00:42:21.960 --> 00:42:26.400 You’re about to slap it again when you notice lights in your rearview mirror. 00:42:26.400 --> 00:42:29.820 And more than just a pair of headlights, it’s a whole wall of lights. 00:42:30.660 --> 00:42:32.640 They’re getting closer and quickly too. 00:42:32.640 --> 00:42:36.120 Before you know it, they look like they’re barreling down on you. 00:42:36.780 --> 00:42:39.840 But then, they suddenly go black, blinking out of existence. 00:42:40.500 --> 00:42:44.700 “Did that trucker just turn off his lights?” you think but you have no time to dwell on 00:42:44.700 --> 00:42:48.540 the thought because the sound of an explosion suddenly causes you to scream in fright. 00:42:49.080 --> 00:42:52.260 It sounds like lightning has struck just inches from your car. 00:42:52.260 --> 00:42:55.620 The inside of your car suddenly lights up with fire and smoke. 00:42:55.620 --> 00:42:57.180 Has your engine exploded? 00:42:57.180 --> 00:42:58.020 What’s going on? 00:42:58.020 --> 00:43:02.280 No, it’s not coming from you, it’s coming from… next to you. 00:43:02.940 --> 00:43:07.440 You don’t know where it appeared from, but next to your car is now a massive semi. 00:43:07.440 --> 00:43:09.420 At least you think it was a semi. 00:43:09.420 --> 00:43:12.960 The smoke is so thick it makes you cough and you quickly can’t see. 00:43:12.960 --> 00:43:17.220 You lose control of the car and slam on the brakes, but you can feel yourself going off 00:43:17.220 --> 00:43:17.580 the road. 00:43:17.580 --> 00:43:22.260 As the smoke finally clears up inside of your car you can see… the moon. 00:43:22.860 --> 00:43:27.660 It’s at this moment that you realize you’re no longer right side up as the car flips and 00:43:27.660 --> 00:43:28.680 tumbles through the air. 00:43:29.400 --> 00:43:32.580 You open your eyes to find that you’re still buckled into your seat. 00:43:32.580 --> 00:43:35.700 You release the seat belt and drop to the roof of the car. 00:43:35.700 --> 00:43:40.980 You crawl out to find that your car slid to a stop, upside down, several meters from the 00:43:40.980 --> 00:43:41.160 road. 00:43:41.820 --> 00:43:47.100 You look around, and far off in the distance you can see it, the semi that ran you off 00:43:47.100 --> 00:43:50.700 the road, driving at an almost impossible rate of speed off into the night. 00:43:51.600 --> 00:43:56.040 You look back at your car, which is completely totaled, and wonder what you’re going to 00:43:56.040 --> 00:43:56.400 do now. 00:43:57.060 --> 00:43:59.760 It’s late the next morning when you finally get back home. 00:43:59.760 --> 00:44:04.440 The police did not seem to believe your story about the magically appearing semi-truck causing 00:44:04.440 --> 00:44:06.480 your single car accident, but they did at  00:44:06.480 --> 00:44:08.520 least give you a ride back  home after administering 00:44:08.520 --> 00:44:09.300 a sobriety test. 00:44:10.080 --> 00:44:14.220 You enter your small studio apartment and look around at the sparsely decorated room, 00:44:14.220 --> 00:44:17.880 wondering how you’re going to pay rent next month if you can’t get to your job. 00:44:18.420 --> 00:44:22.260 You go to the fridge and open the door, but there’s nothing inside except for a carton 00:44:22.260 --> 00:44:24.420 of milk that’s well past its expiration date. 00:44:24.420 --> 00:44:29.460 You open it and take a whiff but this is too far gone even for your state of desperation. 00:44:29.460 --> 00:44:33.300 You close the fridge and lean on the door, trying to figure out what you’re going to 00:44:33.300 --> 00:44:33.420 do. 00:44:34.140 --> 00:44:37.680 You’re so deep in thought that you barely notice the mail being pushed through the slot 00:44:37.680 --> 00:44:38.100 in your door. 00:44:38.100 --> 00:44:42.120 You decide to go pick it up, even though you know it will only be bad news. 00:44:42.120 --> 00:44:46.740 And you were right, bills, bills, and more bills. 00:44:46.740 --> 00:44:48.840 First, second, and final notices. 00:44:48.840 --> 00:44:52.560 You wonder if you’ve ever had a piece of good news show up through that slot in your 00:44:52.560 --> 00:44:53.160 door. 00:44:53.160 --> 00:44:54.120 What’s this though? 00:44:54.120 --> 00:44:58.200 The last piece of mail is a battered and folded envelope that looks like it’s been used 00:44:58.200 --> 00:44:59.520 and repurposed many times. 00:44:59.520 --> 00:45:04.380 It feels thick and heavy, but there’s no information on it at all, it’s completely 00:45:04.380 --> 00:45:04.800 blank. 00:45:04.800 --> 00:45:08.280 You open the envelope and your eyes light up. 00:45:08.280 --> 00:45:10.920 Inside… is money. 00:45:10.920 --> 00:45:15.960 It’s a stack of crinkled, old bills, different denominations all in a random order, but there’s 00:45:15.960 --> 00:45:16.560 a lot of them. 00:45:16.560 --> 00:45:18.600 There must be over a thousand dollars here! 00:45:18.600 --> 00:45:20.220 And there’s something else too. 00:45:20.220 --> 00:45:21.360 A note. 00:45:22.020 --> 00:45:26.580 You unfold the creased and dirty piece of paper to see a simple message that looks like 00:45:26.580 --> 00:45:28.860 it was hastily written in black crayon. 00:45:28.860 --> 00:45:31.920 All the note says is “SORRY BOUT LAST NIGHT!! 00:45:31.920 --> 00:45:33.600 HOPE THIS HELPS COMPADRE.” 00:45:34.200 --> 00:45:38.220 You flip the note over and look in the envelope again but there’s nothing else other than 00:45:38.220 --> 00:45:38.940 the wad of cash. 00:45:39.720 --> 00:45:43.500 The apology note may have been unsigned, but you weren’t the first to receive something 00:45:43.500 --> 00:45:45.720 like it, and you would be far from the last. 00:45:45.720 --> 00:45:49.560 The SCP Foundation, though, knows exactly who sent it. 00:45:50.160 --> 00:45:54.960 This was a message from SCP-3899, also known as… 00:45:54.960 --> 00:45:56.280 The Night Hauler. 00:45:56.820 --> 00:46:02.580 SCP-3899 is a black, Peterbilt 379 semi-trailer truck with an attached trailer. 00:46:02.580 --> 00:46:06.600 But as you no doubt have determined, this is no ordinary truck. 00:46:07.320 --> 00:46:12.960 SCP-3899 has the anomalous effect of appearing seemingly at random, upon stretches of highway 00:46:12.960 --> 00:46:17.700 within the continental United States and usually at a considerable distance away from any other 00:46:17.700 --> 00:46:18.300 motorists. 00:46:18.960 --> 00:46:23.160 The truck will manifest already in motion, traveling within roughly three kilometers 00:46:23.160 --> 00:46:27.180 per hour of the posted speed limit, but it will not stay at this speed. 00:46:27.900 --> 00:46:33.660 Once SCP-3899 has appeared, it will almost immediately begin accelerating, and the speeds 00:46:33.660 --> 00:46:35.940 it can reach are truly staggering. 00:46:35.940 --> 00:46:42.720 Despite appearing to be a normal truck, SCP-3899 is able to reach impossibly fast speeds, and 00:46:42.720 --> 00:46:48.420 it’s been observed traveling at over 420 kilometers per hour, or 267 miles per hour. 00:46:49.080 --> 00:46:55.260 As SCP-3899 flies down the road, it will attempt to avoid other vehicles and roadside objects, 00:46:55.260 --> 00:47:00.780 and has even shown the ability to displace itself across short distances, which it seems 00:47:00.780 --> 00:47:03.240 to mostly do in order to avoid collisions with vehicles. 00:47:03.240 --> 00:47:09.360 SCP-3899 will disappear and then immediately appear somewhere else, though always within 00:47:09.360 --> 00:47:10.920 300 meters of its last location. 00:47:11.880 --> 00:47:16.620 This reappearance will be accompanied by a thick cloud of dense, black smoke that lab 00:47:16.620 --> 00:47:21.180 tests have revealed to consist of a mixture of diesel fuel combustion byproducts, volcanic 00:47:21.180 --> 00:47:24.300 ash, and trace amounts of unidentified human blood. 00:47:25.020 --> 00:47:29.820 The anomalous truck will only appear at night, and will demanifest completely once it encounters 00:47:29.820 --> 00:47:34.980 direct sunlight… or if it causes an automotive accident, which it has done plenty of times. 00:47:34.980 --> 00:47:39.900 In one particular incident, undercover SCP Foundation agents working within the Virginia 00:47:39.900 --> 00:47:44.520 State Department of Transportation became aware of reports of a large black truck appearing 00:47:44.520 --> 00:47:47.820 on a particular stretch of interstate that had caused multiple accidents. 00:47:47.820 --> 00:47:52.320 They were able to track down and locate one of the victims of these incidents, a woman 00:47:52.320 --> 00:47:56.100 named Martha Lewis, who they soon brought in for questioning under the guise of it being 00:47:56.100 --> 00:47:57.060 a police investigation. 00:47:57.060 --> 00:48:02.160 The agents questioned Martha on her experience, and she explained her own interaction with 00:48:02.160 --> 00:48:02.940 the black, semi. 00:48:02.940 --> 00:48:03.840 She said: 00:48:04.380 --> 00:48:05.940 “It's all still clear in my head. 00:48:05.940 --> 00:48:09.780 I'm driving down I-64 on my way home and the sun had just gone down. 00:48:09.780 --> 00:48:15.000 There's no other cars and I’m about to take my exit, when out of nowhere this huge truck 00:48:15.000 --> 00:48:17.220 just… appears, right next to me. 00:48:17.220 --> 00:48:21.240 There was a bunch of smoke, like it was on fire or something, and the sound was like 00:48:21.240 --> 00:48:23.340 a bolt of lightning had just struck right next to me. 00:48:23.940 --> 00:48:25.140 It all happened so fast. 00:48:25.140 --> 00:48:29.520 All the smoke clouded my windshield and before I could really process what was happening, 00:48:29.520 --> 00:48:32.700 I was plowing right through a concrete divider and into some trees. 00:48:32.700 --> 00:48:34.140 I think I passed out. 00:48:34.140 --> 00:48:37.020 When I came to, there were paramedics and cops. 00:48:37.020 --> 00:48:38.160 They took me to the hospital.” 00:48:38.700 --> 00:48:43.560 The agents asked if anything happened after that and she said there was one other odd 00:48:43.560 --> 00:48:43.680 thing. 00:48:43.680 --> 00:48:48.420 When she left the hospital and went home there was a letter waiting for her, but it didn’t 00:48:48.420 --> 00:48:49.260 have a return address. 00:48:50.100 --> 00:48:55.200 Inside was a large amount of US currency in a random assortment of denominations, with 00:48:55.200 --> 00:48:57.180 many of the bills appearing wrinkled and worn. 00:48:57.780 --> 00:49:00.180 There was a note in the envelope too which read: 00:49:00.180 --> 00:49:01.320 IM SORRY. 00:49:01.320 --> 00:49:02.640 DIDNT MEAN NO HARM. 00:49:02.640 --> 00:49:03.600 FOR THE DAMAGES. 00:49:03.600 --> 00:49:05.940 GET Y'ALL A NEW RIG AND DRIVE ON!!! 00:49:06.660 --> 00:49:10.500 Later Foundation analysis of the document revealed that the note was written with a 00:49:10.500 --> 00:49:12.900 piece of charcoal on non-anomalous notebook paper. 00:49:13.560 --> 00:49:17.520 Now you’re probably asking yourself the same question that SCP researchers had. 00:49:17.520 --> 00:49:23.940 Just who is the driver of SCP-3899 that apparently wrote this odd note and also paid for the 00:49:23.940 --> 00:49:24.780 damages they caused. 00:49:25.440 --> 00:49:32.040 The operator of the truck, which has been designated as SCP-3899-1, is a very mysterious 00:49:32.040 --> 00:49:32.340 figure. 00:49:32.340 --> 00:49:36.480 Observers who have been able to get a brief glimpse inside of the truck as it moves past 00:49:36.480 --> 00:49:40.980 them at a rapid speed have described the driver as looking only like a silhouette of a slightly 00:49:40.980 --> 00:49:45.300 overweight male wearing the type of headwear that is typically referred to as a “trucker 00:49:45.300 --> 00:49:45.420 hat.” 00:49:46.140 --> 00:49:50.460 Some reports have also alluded to the presence of what appears to be smoky, tentacle-like 00:49:50.460 --> 00:49:52.860 appendages within the cab, though all further  00:49:52.860 --> 00:49:55.140 efforts to determine the  exact physical characteristics 00:49:55.140 --> 00:50:00.600 of 3899-1 have failed, as the truck has proved resistant to any kind of outside scanning 00:50:00.600 --> 00:50:00.900 equipment. 00:50:01.620 --> 00:50:05.520 Most of what is known about the driver has come in the form of direct communication, 00:50:05.520 --> 00:50:09.720 though not in the form of interviews or any other sort of face to face interaction. 00:50:09.720 --> 00:50:15.480 No, while SCP-3899-1 has never been willing to stop and have a discussion with Foundation 00:50:15.480 --> 00:50:19.800 agents, it does seem more than willing to speak with anyone and everyone in its immediate 00:50:19.800 --> 00:50:25.380 vicinity over Citizens band, or CB radio, which is a type of shortwave person to person 00:50:25.380 --> 00:50:28.500 communication system that is popular with many long haul truckers. 00:50:28.500 --> 00:50:33.600 In one particular instance, an SCP Foundation helicopter happened to be traveling above 00:50:33.600 --> 00:50:36.480 a stretch of road where SCP-3899 appeared. 00:50:36.480 --> 00:50:41.820 An agent within the helicopter began communicating with the anomalous trucker, first asking for 00:50:41.820 --> 00:50:45.660 their callsign, to which SCP-3899-1 replied: 00:50:45.660 --> 00:50:49.089 I'M THE NIGHT HAULER AND I'M COMIN' IN HOT! 00:50:49.089 --> 00:50:51.720 I KNOW Y'ALL CAN FEEL THIS SPEED! 00:50:51.720 --> 00:50:57.720 After adjusting their volume to compensate for 3899-1’s loud response, the agent asked 00:50:57.720 --> 00:50:59.520 if the entity could explain where they came from. 00:50:59.520 --> 00:51:01.980 3899-1 answered with: 00:51:01.980 --> 00:51:04.020 I ROLL WITH THE WIND! 00:51:04.020 --> 00:51:06.360 MY WHEELS SING SWEET LOVE TO THE BLACKTOP! 00:51:06.360 --> 00:51:11.280 I'M FILLIN' Y'ALL'S VEINS WITH ROAD SALT AND EXHAUST AND THE SMELL-A BURNIN' RUBBER! 00:51:11.280 --> 00:51:15.420 AIN'T NO BOTHER WHERE I'M FROM, WE ALL GOTTA LIVE FOR THE RIDE AND DIE FOR NOTHIN'! 00:51:16.140 --> 00:51:19.800 “I see,” the agent responded, before asking “Are you… 00:51:19.800 --> 00:51:21.660 ‘hauling’ anything in particular?” 00:51:21.660 --> 00:51:24.300 SCP-3899-1 came back with: 00:51:24.300 --> 00:51:25.607 Ain't you listenin', girl? 00:51:25.607 --> 00:51:26.612 Are you seein' this? 00:51:26.612 --> 00:51:30.659 What I got is pure rattlin' salvation, eighteen wheels at a time! 00:51:30.660 --> 00:51:34.800 When y'all's roads is choked, when the ways is blocked and y'all's speed is all dead and 00:51:34.800 --> 00:51:38.760 gone, I'm droppin' this load and we'll all be drinkin' gas and breathin' smoke! 00:51:39.480 --> 00:51:43.800 The agent didn’t understand though, and asked again who they were and what they wanted. 00:51:43.800 --> 00:51:46.080 3899-1 replied: 00:51:46.080 --> 00:51:49.707 THIS IS FOR THE SOULS OF THE ROAD! 00:51:49.706 --> 00:51:51.839 FOR THE LONG NIGHTS   00:51:51.840 --> 00:51:53.100 AND DEAD ENGINES AND EVERYONE TRY'NA PUT THAT HORIZON UNDER THEIR WHEELS! 00:51:53.100 --> 00:51:55.080 I AM THE ROAR OF HOT IRON! 00:51:55.080 --> 00:51:56.700 I AM SCREAMING FREEDOM! 00:51:56.700 --> 00:51:58.740 I AM THE DEATH OF ALL BARRIERS! 00:51:58.740 --> 00:52:00.540 THIS RIG AIN'T GOT NO QUIT, HONEY! 00:52:00.540 --> 00:52:01.620 I DO NOT STOP! 00:52:01.620 --> 00:52:03.060 CAN YOU FEEL THE RUMBLE? 00:52:03.060 --> 00:52:05.220 CAN YOU SEE THE FIRE AND SMELL THE BURN? 00:52:05.220 --> 00:52:09.540 I KNOW YOU CAN, I CAN TASTE YOUR HEART AND I KNOW YOU WANT TO FLY APART WITH ME! 00:52:10.260 --> 00:52:14.700 When the agent began to answer in the affirmative that they could indeed “feel the rumble,” 00:52:14.700 --> 00:52:18.720 seemingly caught up in the  excitement of SCP-3899-1’s  00:52:18.720 --> 00:52:21.000 proclamation, the investigation was quickly 00:52:21.000 --> 00:52:23.520 halted and the helicopter broke off from its pursuit. 00:52:23.520 --> 00:52:29.160 Following this incident, the potential memetic influence of communicating with 3899-1 is 00:52:29.160 --> 00:52:30.060 under investigation. 00:52:30.720 --> 00:52:36.540 SCP-3899, being currently uncontainable by any conventional means, has been classified 00:52:36.540 --> 00:52:37.440 as keter. 00:52:37.440 --> 00:52:42.180 Upon reports of it manifesting, all CB radio transmissions emanating from the truck are 00:52:42.180 --> 00:52:47.700 monitored by nearby Foundation listening posts for attempted contact by SCP-3899 to civilian 00:52:47.700 --> 00:52:48.300 recipients. 00:52:48.300 --> 00:52:53.100 Any individuals who were contacted are to be administered Class B amnestics, as are 00:52:53.100 --> 00:52:54.780 any eyewitnesses of the truck itself. 00:52:54.780 --> 00:52:58.860 All information about  SCP-3899 is to be suppressed,  00:52:58.860 --> 00:53:01.080 and a disinformation campaign is active to 00:53:01.080 --> 00:53:05.460 make all reports of a mysterious truck that can appear out of nowhere and move at impossible 00:53:05.460 --> 00:53:08.040 speeds seem like nothing more than an urban legend. 00:53:08.040 --> 00:53:11.220 Just what is SCP-3899? 00:53:11.220 --> 00:53:13.980 Is the driver some sort of anomalous ghost? 00:53:13.980 --> 00:53:19.500 Or perhaps an old, eldritch god, a manifestation of freedom and perpetual motion given physical 00:53:19.500 --> 00:53:22.140 form as a diesel powered behemoth on the highway. 00:53:22.980 --> 00:53:26.040 Perhaps the answer to that question… is up to you. 00:53:26.700 --> 00:53:32.040 “Watch this!” the teenage boy says before jumping his skateboard up onto the stair railing. 00:53:32.040 --> 00:53:36.240 His friends watch in amazement as he deftly guides his board down the long rail. 00:53:36.240 --> 00:53:40.980 They hoot and holler in support until suddenly, the boy seems to lose his balance. 00:53:41.640 --> 00:53:45.600 He falls from the rail and tumbles down the stairs of the large parking garage where they 00:53:45.600 --> 00:53:47.280 had been practicing their skateboarding tricks. 00:53:47.820 --> 00:53:51.660 The boy hits the ground hard at the end of the stairs and all of his friends go quiet. 00:53:51.660 --> 00:53:56.400 The boy is stunned but eventually he opens his eyes and stands up, but none of his friends 00:53:56.400 --> 00:53:58.980 can do anything except stare. 00:53:58.980 --> 00:54:04.500 “Oh no oh no oh no” the boy says as he looks down at his arm, which is now bent at 00:54:04.500 --> 00:54:07.440 a ninety degree angle in a spot where no joint should exist. 00:54:08.100 --> 00:54:12.840 The children watching all begin to scream, and one, unsure of what else to do, turns 00:54:12.840 --> 00:54:13.260 and runs. 00:54:13.260 --> 00:54:14.220 “What do I do? 00:54:14.220 --> 00:54:14.820 What do I do?” 00:54:14.820 --> 00:54:17.640 the boy with the broken arm says to no one and everyone. 00:54:18.480 --> 00:54:22.200 Luckily, one of the group quickly collects herself and steps forward to take control 00:54:22.200 --> 00:54:22.920 of the situation. 00:54:22.920 --> 00:54:25.440 “Come on,” she says, “we’re getting you to the hospital.” 00:54:26.340 --> 00:54:28.860 The girl puts her arm around  him on his non-damaged  00:54:28.860 --> 00:54:30.960 side and helps him to the street, where they 00:54:30.960 --> 00:54:31.920 have a stroke of good luck. 00:54:31.920 --> 00:54:35.040 Parked just a block away, is an ambulance. 00:54:35.040 --> 00:54:38.340 “Hey!” the girl cries out, waving towards the ambulance. 00:54:38.340 --> 00:54:43.020 The paramedics inside must have seen her because the ambulance’s lights immediately come 00:54:43.020 --> 00:54:45.060 on and it drives the short distance to them. 00:54:45.060 --> 00:54:48.600 The ambulance stops and two paramedics quickly exit the vehicle. 00:54:49.320 --> 00:54:53.160 The paramedics don’t even need to ask what happened, they can obviously see from the 00:54:53.160 --> 00:54:57.300 unnatural angle of the boy’s arm that he needs immediate medical attention, and they 00:54:57.300 --> 00:54:59.220 quickly place him into the back of the ambulance. 00:54:59.760 --> 00:55:03.840 The girl begins to pull herself into the back as well, but is quite forcefully shoved back 00:55:03.840 --> 00:55:04.440 into the street. 00:55:04.440 --> 00:55:08.400 “Patients only,” is the sole response from the paramedic who pushed her before he 00:55:08.400 --> 00:55:09.240 slams the door shut. 00:55:09.780 --> 00:55:13.620 The girl gets a brief look at her friend’s frightened face through the back window as 00:55:13.620 --> 00:55:14.700 the ambulance speeds away. 00:55:15.540 --> 00:55:19.560 Several days later, the children are sitting outside of the same parking structure, but 00:55:19.560 --> 00:55:23.340 none of them are in any mood to skate, all they can think about is their missing friend. 00:55:23.340 --> 00:55:28.320 Neither the boy’s parents, nor the police, have any idea what happened to him or where 00:55:28.320 --> 00:55:28.680 he went. 00:55:28.680 --> 00:55:33.840 There’s no records at any of the local hospitals of him ever being brought there, nor does 00:55:33.840 --> 00:55:37.260 there seem to be any evidence of this particular ambulance having existed at all. 00:55:37.920 --> 00:55:41.820 No one even seems to believe the children that he got into an ambulance, the whole story 00:55:41.820 --> 00:55:44.220 just seems too far-fetched and outlandish. 00:55:44.220 --> 00:55:46.140 But the children know what they saw. 00:55:46.860 --> 00:55:51.600 As they discuss the events for the hundredth or perhaps thousandth time, one of the smallest 00:55:51.600 --> 00:55:53.640 of the group suddenly stands up and points. 00:55:53.640 --> 00:55:54.600 “There it is!” 00:55:54.600 --> 00:55:58.620 The rest of the group looks in the direction he’s motioning and sees the same thing, 00:55:58.620 --> 00:56:00.180 it’s the ambulance. 00:56:00.720 --> 00:56:04.680 None of them know what to do as the vehicle flies past them, this time with no lights 00:56:04.680 --> 00:56:08.160 on, and comes to a stop a block away from where they first spotted it. 00:56:08.160 --> 00:56:12.000 They watch as the two paramedics exit the vehicle and go around to the back. 00:56:12.000 --> 00:56:16.200 It’s hard to see from this distance, but it looks as though they took something out 00:56:16.200 --> 00:56:20.100 of the rear of the ambulance, something that requires both of them to lift, before dropping 00:56:20.100 --> 00:56:21.960 it on the sidewalk behind some trash cans. 00:56:22.500 --> 00:56:27.120 The children watch as the paramedics get back into the ambulance and drive away, disappearing 00:56:27.120 --> 00:56:28.500 just as quickly as they appeared. 00:56:28.500 --> 00:56:33.180 After a moment of shock, they all in unison begin running to the place where the ambulance 00:56:33.180 --> 00:56:33.540 stopped. 00:56:34.140 --> 00:56:36.840 They come to a skidding halt just in front of the trash cans. 00:56:36.840 --> 00:56:41.760 None of them can do anything except stare until they all break out into screams, one 00:56:41.760 --> 00:56:43.800 of the children turning and immediately running away. 00:56:44.760 --> 00:56:49.080 And they have good reason to scream, because in front of them, is their friend. 00:56:49.080 --> 00:56:53.880 His arm is no longer broken, appearing to have been somehow repaired in just a matter 00:56:53.880 --> 00:56:57.600 of days, but it is also no longer attached to his shoulder. 00:56:58.260 --> 00:57:03.360 The boy opens his eyes as his friends scream and looks down to see that his arms and legs 00:57:03.360 --> 00:57:08.580 have been reattached at a new angle, jutting out from his back, leaving him standing on 00:57:08.580 --> 00:57:12.660 all fours, his face staring up at the sky like some kind of twisted animal. 00:57:13.440 --> 00:57:17.880 What happened to this young man was tragic, but he wasn’t the first victim of this strange 00:57:17.880 --> 00:57:21.360 malicious anomaly, and unfortunately, neither would he be the last. 00:57:21.360 --> 00:57:26.040 Because this was SCP-4419… also known as… 00:57:26.040 --> 00:57:27.720 The Butcher's Chariot. 00:57:27.720 --> 00:57:33.600 SCP-4419 appears to be a seemingly normal vehicle, which resembles a standard ambulance, 00:57:33.600 --> 00:57:36.600 though the exact make and model varies between manifestations. 00:57:36.600 --> 00:57:41.700 This anomalous ambulance will appear spontaneously in locations where a medical emergency of 00:57:41.700 --> 00:57:43.200 some kind is about to take place. 00:57:43.200 --> 00:57:49.620 Just how SCP-4419 is able to predict where and when these events will take place is unknown, 00:57:49.620 --> 00:57:51.900 nor is it understood how it always takes the  00:57:51.900 --> 00:57:54.300 form of an ambulance that  resembles one appropriate 00:57:54.300 --> 00:57:55.020 to the local area. 00:57:55.740 --> 00:58:00.420 Once the medical event has occurred, whether that be a minor injury like a sprain or something 00:58:00.420 --> 00:58:06.300 more serious gunshot wound, SCP-4419 will quickly approach the injured individual. 00:58:06.300 --> 00:58:11.100 Two individuals which have a humanoid appearance and are dressed in paramedic uniforms that 00:58:11.100 --> 00:58:15.360 are, just like the ambulance, always appropriate to the location, will exit the ambulance. 00:58:15.360 --> 00:58:19.860 They will then secure the victim, using a stretcher if need be, and place them in the 00:58:19.860 --> 00:58:20.700 back of the ambulance. 00:58:21.360 --> 00:58:26.940 While the individuals who emerge from SCP-4419 will, for the most part, act as though they 00:58:26.940 --> 00:58:31.140 are normal medical professionals, they will strongly resist any attempt to either impede 00:58:31.140 --> 00:58:35.100 them in their quest to secure the injured person, as well as prevent anyone else except 00:58:35.100 --> 00:58:40.500 for their target from getting into the back of the SCP-4419 ambulance, up to and including 00:58:40.500 --> 00:58:42.300 the use of extreme physical force. 00:58:42.960 --> 00:58:47.100 As soon as the the paramedic appearing individuals have managed to secure the victim in the back 00:58:47.100 --> 00:58:51.600 of the ambulance, it will then quickly leave the area at a high rate of speed, and research 00:58:51.600 --> 00:58:53.880 has shown that as soon as  it is out of observation,  00:58:53.880 --> 00:58:57.960 SCP-4419 will demanifest, along with whoever 00:58:57.960 --> 00:58:58.440 is inside. 00:58:59.400 --> 00:59:03.180 But this isn’t the end of what this anomaly has in store for its victim. 00:59:03.780 --> 00:59:10.020 Between two and seven days later, the SCP-4419 ambulance will suddenly reappear at the same 00:59:10.020 --> 00:59:11.520 area where it picked up its victim. 00:59:11.520 --> 00:59:16.080 The same individuals will exit the ambulance, and leave the victim somewhere nearby before 00:59:16.080 --> 00:59:18.540 getting back in the vehicle and leaving the scene once again. 00:59:19.320 --> 00:59:23.880 The victim who is left behind, will always have suffered what can only be described as 00:59:23.880 --> 00:59:25.620 invasive bodily modifications. 00:59:25.620 --> 00:59:30.120 Their injuries are so extreme that in most cases they should have resulted in the death 00:59:30.120 --> 00:59:33.540 of the victim, and yet they will always somehow still be alive. 00:59:34.380 --> 00:59:38.820 While the exact form of modification will vary from victim to victim, there does appear 00:59:38.820 --> 00:59:42.840 to be some correlation between the original medical emergency and the resulting procedure, 00:59:42.840 --> 00:59:49.080 and the SCP Foundation has documented a number of encounters with SCP-4419 stretching all 00:59:49.080 --> 00:59:51.000 the way back to the early 1980s. 00:59:51.780 --> 00:59:56.700 Some notable examples include one from 1983 in which a pedestrian who was crossing the 00:59:56.700 --> 01:00:00.060 street was struck by an automobile, resulting in them breaking their leg. 01:00:00.060 --> 01:00:05.160 SCP-4419 was on site and quickly helped the man into the back of the ambulance. 01:00:05.160 --> 01:00:09.660 When he was returned several days later, all of his limbs had been reattached in such a 01:00:09.660 --> 01:00:12.600 way that they were protruding from the front of his torso. 01:00:12.600 --> 01:00:18.060 In another which occurred in 1994, a man suffered a broken jaw in a fight outside of a bar. 01:00:18.060 --> 01:00:23.520 To no surprise, SCP-4419 was on hand and took the man away for treatment. 01:00:23.520 --> 01:00:26.820 When he was next seen, his  jaw had been permanently  01:00:26.820 --> 01:00:29.640 forced open, and a glass window had been installed 01:00:29.640 --> 01:00:33.600 in the back of his throat, which permitted direct viewing of his heart, which had also 01:00:33.600 --> 01:00:35.040 been moved to the back of the throat. 01:00:35.040 --> 01:00:40.080 Unfortunately there was no way to reverse this procedure, and the man had to be euthanized. 01:00:40.080 --> 01:00:45.180 In 2003, a husband and wife were in a car accident where they each sustained multiple 01:00:45.180 --> 01:00:45.840 broken bones. 01:00:45.840 --> 01:00:51.540 When SCP-4419 dropped them back off, the two had been fused together at the back, and any 01:00:51.540 --> 01:00:54.360 bones that were broken in the crash had been removed completely. 01:00:55.020 --> 01:01:01.200 When an elderly gentleman had a heart attack in 2006, he was picked up by SCP-4419 and 01:01:01.200 --> 01:01:04.980 returned with eleven new, non functioning hearts grafted inside of his body. 01:01:04.980 --> 01:01:09.060 Attempts were made to remove these additional hearts through surgery, but unfortunately 01:01:09.060 --> 01:01:11.280 the man did not survive the procedure. 01:01:11.880 --> 01:01:16.860 In 2008, a structure fire resulted in nineteen people suffering extreme burns. 01:01:16.860 --> 01:01:22.380 Seven more injuries came when a crowd attempted to stop the SCP-4419 paramedics from placing 01:01:22.380 --> 01:01:26.400 all of the victims in the back of the ambulance, but they were unsuccessful in preventing them 01:01:26.400 --> 01:01:27.600 from leaving the scene with them. 01:01:27.600 --> 01:01:33.240 When the group of victims was finally returned, it was as a single organism, a large solitary 01:01:33.240 --> 01:01:36.660 mass which twitches and shivers when physical contact is applied. 01:01:36.660 --> 01:01:41.340 No method for euthanizing this organism has been able to be found, and currently they 01:01:41.340 --> 01:01:43.860 are stored inside of a tank at Site-31. 01:01:43.860 --> 01:01:50.580 In perhaps the strangest sighting of SCP-4419, a US private was wounded while on patrol in 01:01:50.580 --> 01:01:54.840 Afghanistan and a military medical evacuation vehicle arrived to evacuate him. 01:01:54.840 --> 01:01:59.160 Suspicious about the vehicle’s sudden appearance and the forceful conduct of the medical staff, 01:01:59.160 --> 01:02:02.340 the private’s fellow soldiers ended up opening fire on the vehicle. 01:02:02.340 --> 01:02:07.020 They reported seeing a viscous black fluid leaking from the vehicle's surface, but they 01:02:07.020 --> 01:02:09.600 were unable to stop it from taking the injured private. 01:02:09.600 --> 01:02:14.160 In a deviation from its normal behavior, the victim was not returned to the same place, 01:02:14.160 --> 01:02:16.980 and instead, appeared in the barracks the next day. 01:02:17.580 --> 01:02:21.900 The victim had been broken down into a thin paste and was spread across the walls. 01:02:21.900 --> 01:02:26.340 Agents were dispatched to secure what was left of the man, and they reported finding 01:02:26.340 --> 01:02:29.220 a still intact eyeball that dilated when they approached. 01:02:29.220 --> 01:02:34.020 The collected viscera has been labeled as “remains” and placed in storage, but it 01:02:34.020 --> 01:02:37.080 is currently unknown whether or not the victim has truly expired. 01:02:37.740 --> 01:02:43.560 Due to the danger SCP-4419 presents to anyone who suffers an injury, as well as its ability 01:02:43.560 --> 01:02:47.460 to appear virtually anywhere on the planet, it has been classified as Keter. 01:02:47.460 --> 01:02:51.300 Containment efforts at this point are largely focused on maintaining information control 01:02:51.300 --> 01:02:55.620 and post-manifestation cleanup, as opposed to any attempts at physical confinement. 01:02:56.220 --> 01:03:02.160 Anyone who witnesses an SCP-4419 manifestation is to be administered amnestics, and victims 01:03:02.160 --> 01:03:05.640 are to be treated in order to restore them to their original physical state as much as 01:03:05.640 --> 01:03:10.020 possible or euthanized when no viable medical treatments are available, with a cover story 01:03:10.020 --> 01:03:12.120 constructed in order to explain their death. 01:03:12.720 --> 01:03:18.540 SCP-4419 is one of the most cruel and sadistic anomalies in the SCP Foundation’s database, 01:03:18.540 --> 01:03:22.380 ranking right up there with the SCP-106 the Old Man. 01:03:22.380 --> 01:03:27.120 Hopefully one day we will find a means to contain this brutal so-called medical vehicle, 01:03:27.120 --> 01:03:31.800 but until then, be careful if you suffer an injury and an ambulance is suddenly on hand, 01:03:31.800 --> 01:03:35.100 you might come back changed in ways you never thought possible. 01:03:35.940 --> 01:03:40.080 There are no streetlights on this stretch of  the old, narrow road, which runs through a   01:03:40.080 --> 01:03:44.640 rural part of West Virginia. A car has gone off  the road into a ditch and needs to be pulled   01:03:44.640 --> 01:03:49.080 out. A common task for this tow truck driver  and he’s often in the area doing similar jobs,   01:03:49.080 --> 01:03:53.160 though he’s never been on this particular  road and he has to keep his eyes peeled for   01:03:53.160 --> 01:03:56.820 any signs or other markers that might give  him an idea of how close he is to his turn. 01:03:57.420 --> 01:04:01.860 He spots something up ahead, but as he gets  closer he sees that it isn’t a road sign,   01:04:01.860 --> 01:04:05.760 it’s a billboard. As he passes by he  can make out the weathered lettering   01:04:05.760 --> 01:04:09.480 advertising a diner twenty miles down  the road that’s probably been closed   01:04:09.480 --> 01:04:14.400 for at least as many years. As he continues  driving he sees more dilapidated billboards,   01:04:14.400 --> 01:04:19.320 advertising other long since shuttered  businesses like gas stations and autobody shops. 01:04:19.920 --> 01:04:24.060 But then he sees one on the road ahead of  him that’s nothing like the others. This one   01:04:24.060 --> 01:04:28.980 doesn’t look old at all. In fact it looks quite  new. He drives by and has to question if he saw   01:04:28.980 --> 01:04:34.620 it correctly. It seemed like all it said was “Get  Away” over and over and then the name of a road.   01:04:35.220 --> 01:04:38.940 Is that an invitation? Or a  warning? It wasn’t even clear   01:04:38.940 --> 01:04:43.800 what kind of business it might be advertising. He continues driving, but he can’t quit thinking   01:04:43.800 --> 01:04:48.420 about that strange sign. He even feels compelled  to turn around so he can get another look at it,   01:04:48.420 --> 01:04:54.000 but there’s no need, because as he rounds a  curve there’s another of the same sign. This   01:04:54.000 --> 01:04:59.280 time he slows down as he passes to get a better  look and he was right, it just says “Get Away”   01:04:59.280 --> 01:05:04.680 multiple times with the name of a road. Wagriwa  Road. Must be Native American or something. 01:05:05.400 --> 01:05:09.000 Now he really can’t get the billboard  out of his mind. What does it mean?   01:05:09.000 --> 01:05:12.780 What is it advertising? And why is there  a third one of them just ahead of him?! 01:05:13.440 --> 01:05:16.800 He pulls his truck to the side of the road,  stopping with his headlights illuminating   01:05:16.800 --> 01:05:20.580 the sign. He gets out of the truck and  stands in front of the billboard. It’s   01:05:20.580 --> 01:05:26.280 just the same as the others. Get away written  over and over. Wagriwa Road. He can see now   01:05:26.280 --> 01:05:29.880 that the background of the sign is a picture  of some trees on a gray, cloudy winter day.   01:05:30.600 --> 01:05:34.200 He also notices for the first time that  there’s another line at the bottom.   01:05:34.740 --> 01:05:39.420 Find what you are looking for. What does  it mean? Find what you’re looking for on   01:05:39.420 --> 01:05:44.700 Wagriwa Road? Where even is that? There’s  no directions. No address. No phone number. 01:05:45.420 --> 01:05:50.340 He takes a step back from the sign and looks up  and down the darkened road. What is he doing out   01:05:50.340 --> 01:05:54.360 here on the side of the road? Someone is stranded  in a ditch waiting for him and he’s staring at a   01:05:54.360 --> 01:05:59.520 billboard? He gets back into the truck, puts it  in gear, and drives away. As he continues down   01:05:59.520 --> 01:06:04.020 the tree lined rural road though, he inevitably  finds his thoughts turning back to the signs.   01:06:04.020 --> 01:06:09.300 Get away. But find what you’re looking for? It  doesn’t make any sense. Or are you supposed to   01:06:09.300 --> 01:06:14.880 get away to Wagriwa Road? Who would put these  up? And why do they look so new? Everything   01:06:14.880 --> 01:06:19.710 else out here looks like it’s for a business that  shut down years ago? What are they trying to - 01:06:19.710 --> 01:06:23.580 He suddenly slams on his brakes and comes to  a screeching stop in the middle of the road.   01:06:23.580 --> 01:06:27.720 His eyes are locked on what’s in front  of him. His headlights aren’t lighting   01:06:27.720 --> 01:06:33.060 up another billboard though, this time  it is a worn road sign... Wagriwa Road. 01:06:33.840 --> 01:06:37.680 He can’t help it. He has to know  what’s down this road. He has to know   01:06:37.680 --> 01:06:41.400 what these signs are about. The stuck  driver can wait a few minutes longer. 01:06:42.060 --> 01:06:46.200 He turns his truck onto the narrow gravel road  and drives for a few hundred yards, following it   01:06:46.200 --> 01:06:50.880 around a couple of bends as it winds through the  trees, until it abruptly ends. There’s nothing   01:06:50.880 --> 01:06:56.160 out here, no buildings, no signs, just what looks  to be a dirt path leading deeper into the woods. 01:06:56.760 --> 01:07:00.720 The tow truck driver switches off the ignition  and the road is plunged into darkness.   01:07:01.260 --> 01:07:04.860 He reaches under his seat and takes out  a flashlight before getting out of the   01:07:04.860 --> 01:07:08.880 truck. He shines the light into the woods  surrounding him but there’s nothing to see…   01:07:09.600 --> 01:07:13.560 no wait, there is something, and it’s  coming down the path out of the trees. 01:07:14.220 --> 01:07:18.840 “Phil? Phil is that you?” The figure that  stepped out of the woods is talking to   01:07:18.840 --> 01:07:22.980 him. He shines his flashlight at them and they  raise a hand to shade their eyes from the light. 01:07:23.760 --> 01:07:28.380 “Sharon?! What are you doing out here?”  It’s Sharon, the tow truck driver’s ex-wife,   01:07:28.380 --> 01:07:31.200 but he thought she’d moved to  Colorado after she remarried,   01:07:31.200 --> 01:07:34.740 why would she be here? And what was  she doing emerging from the woods? 01:07:35.400 --> 01:07:37.320 “Phil, come here. I need to show you something.” 01:07:38.040 --> 01:07:43.200 He hesitates for just a moment, but then finds  that he’s walking towards his ex-wife. Before he   01:07:43.200 --> 01:07:47.940 can reach her she turns and starts walking down  the path back into the woods and he follows.   01:07:47.940 --> 01:07:52.380 He walks just behind her, his flashlight  illuminating the path in front of them. 01:07:52.980 --> 01:07:55.500 He thinks he hears a rustling  coming from the woods next to   01:07:55.500 --> 01:07:58.560 him and searches the trees with his  flashlight but doesn’t see anything. 01:07:58.560 --> 01:08:01.680 “Come on, it’s just a little further,” she says. 01:08:01.680 --> 01:08:03.780 “Where are we going? What’s  just a little further?” 01:08:04.380 --> 01:08:05.280 “What you are looking for.” 01:08:06.060 --> 01:08:10.140 The woods suddenly open up and he finds  that they are standing in a clearing. She   01:08:10.140 --> 01:08:15.300 stops walking and he pauses next to her. He opens  his mouth to speak but she quickly shushes him. 01:08:15.300 --> 01:08:16.860 “Quiet, they’re almost here.” 01:08:17.460 --> 01:08:20.940 The tow truck driver looks around but  he doesn’t see anything, just the faint   01:08:20.940 --> 01:08:25.320 outline of trees that are barely visible  on this moonless night. But then he watches   01:08:25.320 --> 01:08:30.780 as several creatures begin to emerge out of  the woods into the clearing. They’re… deer? 01:08:30.780 --> 01:08:33.780 He watches as just a few  come towards him at first,   01:08:33.780 --> 01:08:38.640 but then he notices that they have completely  surrounded him. There must be over twenty.  01:08:38.640 --> 01:08:40.320 “Turn off your light” she tells him. 01:08:40.320 --> 01:08:46.140 He obeys and in the darkness he can see now that  there is something special about these deer. Their   01:08:46.140 --> 01:08:50.700 eyes are glowing with a pale white light. One  of the smaller deer steps forward and cautiously   01:08:50.700 --> 01:08:55.620 approaches him. He squats down and holds his  hand out, showing it that he means it no harm. 01:08:56.340 --> 01:09:00.480 The deer looks back nervously at a larger  one that he thinks must be its mother. It   01:09:00.480 --> 01:09:05.520 looks like it nods in approval, and the smaller  deer moves closer. He can clearly see its big,   01:09:05.520 --> 01:09:09.480 beautiful doe eyes glow brightly  in the dark. “You’re okay” he says,   01:09:09.480 --> 01:09:12.880 and leans forward to give  it a reassuring pet when -  01:09:20.940 --> 01:09:24.900 Following the mysterious disappearances of  multiple people in an area of West Virginia   01:09:24.900 --> 01:09:27.840 near the town of Harpers Ferry, the SCP Foundation   01:09:27.840 --> 01:09:31.020 soon became interested in a particular  stretch of road where it appeared that   01:09:31.020 --> 01:09:34.500 many of those who had gone missing had  traveled just prior to their vanishing. 01:09:35.220 --> 01:09:39.720 Agents were dispatched to the area and immediately  detected high levels of thaumaturgic energy,   01:09:39.720 --> 01:09:44.700 with the epicenter appearing to be on a plot  of privately owned land. Investigation of local   01:09:44.700 --> 01:09:49.320 records revealed that the land was owned by a  man named Richard Redkinne. The Foundation staff   01:09:49.320 --> 01:09:53.400 contacted Mr. Redkinne under the guise of being  federal agents investigating a crime that had   01:09:53.400 --> 01:09:58.320 been committed on the property while he was away. Mr. Redkinne happily cooperated with the agents,   01:09:58.320 --> 01:10:02.640 explaining to them that had never experienced  any abnormal events on the property while he was   01:10:02.640 --> 01:10:06.660 living there, but that he had not resided  on the land for some time. Strangely he   01:10:06.660 --> 01:10:10.980 claimed to not know the road as Wagriwa Road,  insisting that as far as he knew it had never   01:10:10.980 --> 01:10:14.640 had an official name, being nothing more  than a long driveway out to his property. 01:10:15.240 --> 01:10:19.800 When asked if he could remember anything else  abnormal about the location, he told the agents   01:10:19.800 --> 01:10:23.640 no, but that his daughter had written many  fictional stories about strange happenings   01:10:23.640 --> 01:10:27.960 on the land, and perhaps those had somehow  turned into rumors and then urban legends,   01:10:27.960 --> 01:10:32.460 though that was a long time ago. When the agents  requested to meet with the daughter he explained   01:10:32.460 --> 01:10:36.720 that it was impossible, she had drowned many  years prior in the nearby Shenandoah River. 01:10:37.440 --> 01:10:41.460 The agents again examined the local records  and found that Mr. Redkinne wasn’t lying,   01:10:41.460 --> 01:10:44.820 his daughter really had passed away  and her body was found in the river.   01:10:45.360 --> 01:10:47.940 The timing of this accident  was quite coincidental though,   01:10:47.940 --> 01:10:52.380 as it had occurred exactly one week before the  first missing person in the area was reported. 01:10:53.100 --> 01:10:56.220 Quickly realizing that something was  not quite right with this piece of land,   01:10:56.220 --> 01:11:00.720 the SCP Foundation authorized the purchase from  Mr. Redknine, who was more than happy to sell,   01:11:00.720 --> 01:11:05.160 and a research outpost was constructed to  further investigate the anomalous events which   01:11:05.160 --> 01:11:10.200 had collectively been dubbed SCP-4434.  While exploring the surrounding area,   01:11:10.200 --> 01:11:15.420 they soon found what so many others had before  - the bizarre billboards imploring one to both   01:11:15.420 --> 01:11:19.860 “get away” as well as come to Wagriwa  Road to “find what you are looking for.” 01:11:19.860 --> 01:11:26.580 The signs, which were designated as SCP-4434-A,  were found on roads across the West Virgina,   01:11:26.580 --> 01:11:30.420 Maryland, Virginia tri-state area, but  their locations would often change,   01:11:30.420 --> 01:11:34.380 with the billboards only manifesting for  short amounts of time before vanishing and   01:11:34.380 --> 01:11:39.180 reappearing elsewhere. Bizarrely, when attempts  were made to photograph or videotape the signs,   01:11:39.180 --> 01:11:42.240 the resulting footage would  show only a blank, white sign. 01:11:42.900 --> 01:11:46.860 The Foundation knew that they needed to  investigate further, and several experiments   01:11:46.860 --> 01:11:51.360 were authorized to find just what was happening  on the land at the end of the mysterious road. A   01:11:51.360 --> 01:11:57.960 D-Class personnel, D-84021, was given a radio and  implanted with GPS locators in his neck, torso,   01:11:57.960 --> 01:12:02.220 and thigh, and sent down the road with orders  to report back on what they experienced, though   01:12:02.220 --> 01:12:06.360 unlike the people who had gone missing, he was not  shown the billboard prior to entering the area. 01:12:07.260 --> 01:12:10.860 The D-Class walked to the end of the  road where he reported that a creature   01:12:10.860 --> 01:12:14.700 was emerging from a path leading into the  woods. He soon exclaimed that the creature   01:12:14.700 --> 01:12:19.020 was a dog that he used to own. The researchers  monitoring the test were confused, since the   01:12:19.020 --> 01:12:23.340 dog had apparently been deceased for some time,  and yet here it was standing in front of him.   01:12:23.940 --> 01:12:28.140 Although the D-Class had seemed hesitant at the  start of the mission, once he saw his childhood   01:12:28.140 --> 01:12:32.460 dog, all of his fears were set aside and he  willingly followed it deeper into the forest. 01:12:33.240 --> 01:12:37.980 After 90 seconds, the D-Class reported that he had  entered a clearing and was being surrounded by a   01:12:37.980 --> 01:12:42.660 group of deer. The reports stopped soon after  and were replaced by the sound of screams as   01:12:42.660 --> 01:12:48.240 D-84021 was attacked and apparently consumed  by the deer. Two of the three GPS trackers   01:12:48.240 --> 01:12:52.860 remained active for the next forty minutes, and  SCP researchers followed their path as they moved   01:12:52.860 --> 01:12:56.640 to the middle of the clearing and then appeared  to enter into a sinkhole or cave of some sort,   01:12:56.640 --> 01:13:00.600 where they traveled slowly in a winding  pattern downward until contact was lost. 01:13:01.320 --> 01:13:04.500 Following this test, the Foundation  researchers suspected that the   01:13:04.500 --> 01:13:09.300 creature that would emerge from the woods,  which had been designated as SCP-4434-B,   01:13:09.300 --> 01:13:12.900 was able to change forms into one that  would be trusted by those who entered   01:13:12.900 --> 01:13:17.760 the 4434 area. The deer, on the other hand,  seemed to always maintain their appearance,   01:13:17.760 --> 01:13:24.900 and the whole group was designated as  SCP-4434-C. The tests were far from over though. 01:13:24.900 --> 01:13:31.620 For the next, two D-Classes were sent into  SCP-4434 in order to see what form 4434-B would   01:13:31.620 --> 01:13:36.540 take when more than one person was present. Just  like before, an entity emerged from the woods,   01:13:36.540 --> 01:13:40.980 but this time it took the form of a young man  in a suit who immediately offered to clear   01:13:40.980 --> 01:13:45.420 any and all debts the D-Classes held as well  as expunging their criminal records, freeing   01:13:45.420 --> 01:13:49.980 them from their life as test subjects. All they  would need to do is follow him into the woods. 01:13:50.580 --> 01:13:54.720 The agents monitoring the test ordered the  D-Classes not to follow the man, but they   01:13:54.720 --> 01:14:00.540 were ignored, and the researchers listened as  they instead began conversing with SCP-4434-B,   01:14:00.540 --> 01:14:04.860 seeming to be quite interested in his offer.  They soon followed him into the woods,   01:14:04.860 --> 01:14:08.820 and just over two minutes later,  they too were attacked and consumed   01:14:08.820 --> 01:14:15.540 by SCP-4434-C. It appeared now that  once someone entered the SCP-4434 area,   01:14:15.540 --> 01:14:21.120 they were all but helpless to resist  the compulsive effects of SCP-4434-B. 01:14:21.720 --> 01:14:25.980 The Foundation researchers wanted to  test the limits of SCP-4434’s power,   01:14:25.980 --> 01:14:29.340 and so they then came up with a rather  creative procedure for the next test.   01:14:29.340 --> 01:14:33.720 Another D-Class personnel was sent down  the road, but this one was wearing a body   01:14:33.720 --> 01:14:37.200 harness that was connected to a pulley  system, as well as being equipped with a   01:14:37.200 --> 01:14:44.220 camera. He was ordered to wait at the edge of the  SCP-4434 area until the 4434-B entity appeared. 01:14:44.760 --> 01:14:49.800 The entity soon emerged, taking the form of a  middle aged woman. As soon as the D Class was seen   01:14:49.800 --> 01:14:54.120 conversing with the entity and agreed to follow  it, the pulley was engaged in order to forcibly   01:14:54.120 --> 01:14:59.280 pull him out of the area. This was followed by an  entirely unexpected event. The middle aged woman   01:14:59.280 --> 01:15:03.660 quickly produced a knife, and with a supernatural  speed, severed the rope on the pulley system.   01:15:04.320 --> 01:15:08.940 The now freed D-Class stood up, followed the  woman into the woods, and was consumed soon after. 01:15:09.720 --> 01:15:13.980 The researchers were growing frustrated with their  lack of advancement in understanding the anomaly,   01:15:13.980 --> 01:15:18.600 and so for the fourth test, they decided  to take quite extreme measures. A drone was   01:15:18.600 --> 01:15:22.560 used to fly over the area, which identified  the mouth of the cave that the GPS trackers   01:15:22.560 --> 01:15:25.920 had been taken into. It was a three and  a half meter wide hole in the ground,   01:15:25.920 --> 01:15:29.820 too dark to see anything past the entrance,  and the drone installed an anchor point in   01:15:29.820 --> 01:15:32.880 the ground at the mouth of the hole  before flying in to explore further,   01:15:32.880 --> 01:15:37.260 but the signal was almost immediately  lost. Progress had been made though. 01:15:37.920 --> 01:15:44.400 Yet another D-Class was selected, this time  one who had climbing experience. D-84041 was   01:15:44.400 --> 01:15:50.340 warned in advance that the SCP-4434-B entity would  appear to her and would have a compulsive affect,   01:15:50.340 --> 01:15:54.780 and that she was to ignore them no matter  what form they took and instead proceed as   01:15:54.780 --> 01:15:59.760 quickly as possible to the cave, which  had been designated as SCP-4434-D. 01:16:00.600 --> 01:16:05.160 D-84041 was taken to the road, and she  immediately began running down the path   01:16:05.160 --> 01:16:09.480 into the woods. She was able to reach the mouth  of the cave without seeing any anomalous entities,   01:16:09.480 --> 01:16:15.000 neither 4434-B nor the carnivorous deer. She  quickly attached the rope she had brought   01:16:15.000 --> 01:16:18.660 to the anchor that was installed by the  drone and began rappelling into the hole. 01:16:19.260 --> 01:16:24.300 As she descended down, she described a normal,  rocky cave, one that grew wetter the further   01:16:24.300 --> 01:16:28.680 down she went. Surprisingly, she soon reached  the bottom, where she found a spherical room,   01:16:28.680 --> 01:16:33.720 roughly eight meters across, but this was not  anything like the entrance to the cave. The   01:16:33.720 --> 01:16:39.900 floor of this room wasn’t made of rock or dirt,  it was more like flesh, and it appeared… to be   01:16:39.900 --> 01:16:45.060 breathing. And there was something else down there  too, a folded piece of paper with writing on it. 01:16:45.600 --> 01:16:48.840 The D-Class was ordered to pick up the  paper, take a sample of the cave floor,   01:16:48.840 --> 01:16:52.500 and exit the area as soon as possible,  as there was no way to predict if the   01:16:52.500 --> 01:16:59.220 SCP-4434-B and C entities, or something worse,  would soon appear. After taking a sample she   01:16:59.220 --> 01:17:03.060 began climbing out of the cave. When she  emerged there were still no signs of any   01:17:03.060 --> 01:17:08.280 anomalous creatures but she quickly made her  way down the road and out of the SCP-4434 area. 01:17:09.060 --> 01:17:14.340 When she reached the waiting Agents at the edge  of the area, D-84041 handed them the sample and   01:17:14.340 --> 01:17:18.780 the paper that she found but then stopped and  turned around. There on the ground roughly   01:17:18.780 --> 01:17:25.680 five meters away was a plate of food. Without any  hesitation she walked back into the SCP-4434 area,   01:17:25.680 --> 01:17:30.960 picked up the plate, and walked back into  the woods. She was never seen again. It was   01:17:30.960 --> 01:17:35.520 now clear that 4434-B could take forms  other than just humanoids and animals. 01:17:36.180 --> 01:17:42.180 As the objects that the D-Class had managed to get  out of SCP-4434 were analyzed, the area’s former   01:17:42.180 --> 01:17:46.620 owner, Richard Redkinne, was again questioned  by Foundation agents. They asked him if there   01:17:46.620 --> 01:17:50.280 was anything that he failed to mention in their  previous interview and he told them that there was   01:17:50.280 --> 01:17:54.420 one thing that he preferred not to normally  discuss. Just before his daughter’s death,   01:17:54.420 --> 01:17:57.720 in addition to her fascination with  writing and coming up with stories,   01:17:57.720 --> 01:18:02.460 she had become obsessed with the occult. When  they asked him about the paper they had found   01:18:02.460 --> 01:18:07.320 within SCP-4434-D, he told them that it  was very likely that she had written it. 01:18:07.860 --> 01:18:12.000 The SCP Foundation now understood why they  had detected so many thaumaturgic particles   01:18:12.000 --> 01:18:15.120 in the area, which is the residual  energy left over from a particular   01:18:15.120 --> 01:18:20.220 form of ritualistic practice that is more  commonly known as “magic” or “witchcraft.” 01:18:21.000 --> 01:18:24.780 The contents of the paper found in the cave  seem to add additional weight to the theory   01:18:24.780 --> 01:18:29.400 that his daughter may have been involved in a  ritual that led to the creation of SCP-4434,   01:18:29.400 --> 01:18:33.300 because written on the single  page is a poem which reads: 01:18:33.300 --> 01:18:37.800 The forest is a sea; the wind is the waves and the water is the leaves. 01:18:38.400 --> 01:18:41.820 The streams become undercurrents, the birds become fish,  01:18:41.820 --> 01:18:46.140 and coral finds its home as fungus, growths sprouting as I wish. 01:18:46.860 --> 01:18:49.320 The ground is the shore, pulling me by the feet,  01:18:49.320 --> 01:18:53.700 dragging me down and pulling me back Back and forth on repeat. 01:18:53.700 --> 01:18:58.020 I dove down past the light down where I couldn't breathe,  01:18:58.020 --> 01:19:00.600 and found nature looking for a fight. 01:19:01.260 --> 01:19:05.280 Yes, the forest is a sea, but I've made it barely big enough for me.  01:19:05.280 --> 01:19:09.600 The forest is a sea, so now something's bound to come eat. 01:19:10.200 --> 01:19:14.640 Things only became more mysterious though  when Foundation researchers performed a DNA   01:19:14.640 --> 01:19:20.580 test on the sample taken from the bottom of the  SCP-4434-D cave. What they found was that it was,   01:19:20.580 --> 01:19:25.440 just as D-84041 had described, a  flesh-like substance. And that it   01:19:25.440 --> 01:19:32.040 was a 78.9% match to Melanocetus johnsoni,  better known as the Deep Sea Anglerfish. 01:19:32.760 --> 01:19:37.140 And there was one final discovery to be made  as well. Linguistic teams within the Foundation   01:19:37.140 --> 01:19:42.480 investigated the name of the road that had  appeared on the SCP-4434-A billboards and   01:19:42.480 --> 01:19:46.980 discovered that the word was very similar to  the Native American Tutelo tribe word wágriwa,   01:19:46.980 --> 01:19:50.520 which roughly translates to  the phrase… I have come back. 01:19:50.520 --> 01:19:55.680 The girl sighs and slumps in her seat, kicking at the back of the bucket seat in front of 01:19:55.680 --> 01:19:55.800 her. 01:19:55.800 --> 01:20:01.320 Her mother, sitting in the car’s front passenger side seat, doesn’t even notice; she’s 01:20:01.320 --> 01:20:04.740 too busy taking photographs out the window and chattering with her husband, who’s driving 01:20:04.740 --> 01:20:05.220 the car. 01:20:05.220 --> 01:20:09.720 That’s all they’ve been doing all day, and the girl is sick to death of it. 01:20:10.260 --> 01:20:14.400 Her parents dragged her on this stupid vacation trip, and now she’s got to waste her whole 01:20:14.400 --> 01:20:15.540 summer away from her friends. 01:20:15.540 --> 01:20:19.860 She stares out the window and watches the pastoral countryside slide past. 01:20:19.860 --> 01:20:24.960 The quaint little villages and rolling hillsides really excite her parents, but she could not 01:20:24.960 --> 01:20:25.440 care less. 01:20:26.220 --> 01:20:30.720 Mom and Dad planned this family vacation across Europe for months, but she would much rather 01:20:30.720 --> 01:20:32.520 have gone someplace interesting instead. 01:20:32.520 --> 01:20:36.660 There are only so many boring old castles and stupid cathedrals that you can look at 01:20:36.660 --> 01:20:38.160 before you just lose your mind. 01:20:39.540 --> 01:20:43.320 The girl sighs and crosses her arms across her chest in silent resignation. 01:20:44.220 --> 01:20:46.920 “Guess we’re just gonna look at more dumb buildings,” she mutters. 01:20:46.920 --> 01:20:48.420 “Honey, can you stop that? 01:20:48.420 --> 01:20:51.900 Your father worked really hard to put this trip together, and the least you could do 01:20:51.900 --> 01:20:55.920 is pretend to have a good time,” says her mother, momentarily lowering her camera to 01:20:55.920 --> 01:20:57.120 berate her ungrateful daughter. 01:20:58.320 --> 01:21:01.200 It’s the first time that her mother has acknowledged her all day. 01:21:01.860 --> 01:21:05.700 “I think you’re really gonna like today’s itinerary,” says her father, grinning as 01:21:05.700 --> 01:21:08.040 if he’s got a delicious secret that he can’t wait to share. 01:21:08.040 --> 01:21:12.240 “We know it’s been hard for you spending your whole summer away from home, so today 01:21:12.240 --> 01:21:14.100 we’re gonna do something just for you.” 01:21:14.100 --> 01:21:16.200 “Uh-huh,” says the girl. 01:21:16.200 --> 01:21:16.920 “Sure, dad.” 01:21:17.580 --> 01:21:19.620 She rolls her eyes and pulls out a cell phone. 01:21:19.620 --> 01:21:22.140 At least she can still get Internet access out here! 01:21:22.140 --> 01:21:26.400 Desperate for something to distract her from the monotony of this car trip, she quickly 01:21:26.400 --> 01:21:30.000 scrolls through her feed and reads all the notes that her friends back home are posting. 01:21:30.000 --> 01:21:31.140 She frowns. 01:21:31.140 --> 01:21:35.760 Her classmates are all posting about the latest blockbuster film in the girl’s favorite 01:21:35.760 --> 01:21:37.680 media franchise, Vampire Boyfriend. 01:21:37.680 --> 01:21:39.300 She grits her teeth. 01:21:39.300 --> 01:21:42.420 She likes to consider herself a Vampire Boyfriend super fan. 01:21:42.420 --> 01:21:46.740 She’s a well-known poster in the Vampire Boyfriend online community, famous for her 01:21:46.740 --> 01:21:50.280 fan fiction as well as her own original character: Vampire Girlfriend. 01:21:51.180 --> 01:21:53.640 In fact, her writing is somewhat controversial. 01:21:53.640 --> 01:21:58.260 A lot of Vampire Boyfriend purists have accused her character Vampire Girlfriend of being 01:21:58.260 --> 01:22:03.240 a Mary Sue, and they object to her stories where Vampire Boyfriend meets and falls madly 01:22:03.240 --> 01:22:06.720 in love with her – to the point that he forgets his canon lover from the film series, 01:22:06.720 --> 01:22:07.800 Vampire Wife. 01:22:07.800 --> 01:22:11.760 She’s annoyed to see that her friends got to see the new Vampire Boyfriend movie on 01:22:11.760 --> 01:22:15.060 opening night, while she’s stuck out here on this stupid family vacation! 01:22:15.060 --> 01:22:19.080 The movie won’t premiere in Europe for another few months, and there’s no way she’s going 01:22:19.080 --> 01:22:20.700 to be able to avoid spoilers for that long. 01:22:20.700 --> 01:22:25.980 Everything about this situation seems tailor-made to irritate her, and the excited giggles of 01:22:25.980 --> 01:22:30.120 her parents in the front of the car, as they exchange knowing glances, are only annoying 01:22:30.120 --> 01:22:30.480 her more. 01:22:30.480 --> 01:22:33.480 “Trust me, you’re going to love this!” says her father again. 01:22:33.480 --> 01:22:38.640 He peers at an unfolded roadmap in his lap, mutters something under his breath, and turns 01:22:38.640 --> 01:22:41.400 the car off the main highway and onto a narrow gravel road. 01:22:41.940 --> 01:22:46.740 The girl grits her teeth as the car rattles over the uneven ground so hard that it nearly 01:22:46.740 --> 01:22:48.420 jostles her cellphone from her grasp. 01:22:48.960 --> 01:22:53.040 She tries to distract herself by typing some notes to herself, plot points for the latest 01:22:53.040 --> 01:22:55.380 Vampire Boyfriend fanfiction that she’s working on. 01:22:55.380 --> 01:23:01.140 In her new story, Vampire Girlfriend is going to be kidnapped by werewolves, leading Vampire 01:23:01.140 --> 01:23:05.400 Boyfriend to have an existential crisis as he struggles to find meaning in a world without 01:23:05.400 --> 01:23:06.060 his beloved. 01:23:06.720 --> 01:23:10.920 She makes a note that Vampire Girlfriend should look, dress, and talk just like her. 01:23:10.920 --> 01:23:15.180 After all, she imagines, wouldn’t she be the perfect match for Vampire Boyfriend? 01:23:16.080 --> 01:23:20.640 She pauses, a momentary dreamy expression on her face, as she imagines how much better 01:23:20.640 --> 01:23:24.720 a weekend together with Vampire Boyfriend would be compared to this boring car trip. 01:23:24.720 --> 01:23:27.840 “This can’t be right,” mumbles her father, scanning the horizon. 01:23:27.840 --> 01:23:29.400 “But the directions said…” 01:23:29.400 --> 01:23:31.080 Suddenly he brightens up. 01:23:31.080 --> 01:23:31.560 “Oh! 01:23:31.560 --> 01:23:32.160 There it is! 01:23:32.160 --> 01:23:32.880 Playland!” 01:23:32.880 --> 01:23:37.020 The girl cranes her neck to see that the car is fast approaching what appears to be a little 01:23:37.020 --> 01:23:38.160 carnival at the end of the road. 01:23:38.160 --> 01:23:39.480 She rolls her eyes. 01:23:39.480 --> 01:23:40.560 Oh, great. 01:23:40.560 --> 01:23:42.540 Of course, her parents would take her here! 01:23:42.540 --> 01:23:47.280 First, they bore her with endless visits to museums and historical sights, and now, when 01:23:47.280 --> 01:23:50.280 they want to make it all up to her, they take her to a carnival for babies. 01:23:51.000 --> 01:23:54.900 She’s not a kid anymore, but her parents still think that this sort of goofy nonsense 01:23:54.900 --> 01:23:55.620 should excite her. 01:23:56.280 --> 01:23:59.640 “I know you’ve been bored going to all the historical sites with us, honey pumpkin,” 01:23:59.640 --> 01:24:03.480 says her father as he pulls the car into a parking slot and applies the brake. 01:24:03.480 --> 01:24:07.320 “That’s why I asked the hotel concierge if there was anything good around here for 01:24:07.320 --> 01:24:07.500 kids. 01:24:07.500 --> 01:24:11.220 And, wouldn’t you know it, the next morning, what did I find shoved under our door? 01:24:11.220 --> 01:24:12.300 Three free tickets!” 01:24:13.080 --> 01:24:15.540 He holds up the tickets as if they were a trophy he’d won. 01:24:15.540 --> 01:24:17.460 The girl’s mother nods approvingly. 01:24:17.460 --> 01:24:18.420 “Now that’s good service. 01:24:18.420 --> 01:24:20.160 I hope you left him a big tip.” 01:24:20.160 --> 01:24:21.300 The girl groans. 01:24:21.300 --> 01:24:22.920 “You can’t be serious, dad! 01:24:22.920 --> 01:24:23.760 A carnival? 01:24:23.760 --> 01:24:26.040 What, do you expect me to ride on the tea cups or something? 01:24:26.040 --> 01:24:26.940 I’m 15! 01:24:26.940 --> 01:24:28.260 I’m not a dumb baby anymore!” 01:24:29.220 --> 01:24:33.120 “Language, young lady,” admonishes her mother as she unbuckles her seat belt. 01:24:33.120 --> 01:24:36.300 “Your father worked really hard to find this place just for you. 01:24:36.300 --> 01:24:39.060 The least you could do is show a little gratitude for once!” 01:24:39.660 --> 01:24:42.060 “Oh, you think you’re too old NOW,” says her father. 01:24:42.060 --> 01:24:46.920 “But I bet, once we see some of these rides, boy, I’ll bet you feel just like a kid again!” 01:24:46.920 --> 01:24:48.660 He inhales deeply. 01:24:48.660 --> 01:24:53.460 Even inside the car, the unmistakable fair smells of funnel cake and corn dogs are in 01:24:53.460 --> 01:24:53.700 the air. 01:24:53.700 --> 01:24:54.600 “You smell that? 01:24:54.600 --> 01:24:55.620 Smells like fun!” 01:24:56.460 --> 01:24:57.180 “Sure. 01:24:57.180 --> 01:24:57.660 Fun.” 01:24:57.660 --> 01:24:59.460 The girl pockets her cellphone. 01:25:00.060 --> 01:25:03.780 The family exits the car and walks toward the Playland gate, where they’re greeted 01:25:03.780 --> 01:25:04.980 by a costumed employee. 01:25:04.980 --> 01:25:06.240 "Welcome to Playland!" 01:25:06.240 --> 01:25:08.580 announces the employee in a chipper voice. 01:25:08.580 --> 01:25:10.020 “Your favorite amusement park! 01:25:10.020 --> 01:25:14.040 When you’re at Playland, you’ll find that the worries of the day melt away… and it’s 01:25:14.040 --> 01:25:14.880 time for play!” 01:25:14.880 --> 01:25:17.400 “Oh, you speak English,” says the father. 01:25:17.400 --> 01:25:18.540 He turns to the mother. 01:25:18.540 --> 01:25:19.200 “See? 01:25:19.200 --> 01:25:20.040 Now that’s service!” 01:25:20.040 --> 01:25:22.140 He hands over the complimentary tickets. 01:25:22.140 --> 01:25:25.980 The employee takes them with a smile and a flourish and then ushers the family through 01:25:25.980 --> 01:25:26.280 the gate. 01:25:26.280 --> 01:25:29.520 The girl, however, can’t stop staring at the gatekeeper. 01:25:29.520 --> 01:25:33.600 If she didn’t know any better, she would think that he was dressed like Vampire Boyfriend? 01:25:33.600 --> 01:25:35.340 But that doesn’t make any sense. 01:25:35.340 --> 01:25:36.900 It must just be a coincidence. 01:25:36.900 --> 01:25:41.040 But once they enter the park, she sees that all the employees are dressed like Vampire 01:25:41.040 --> 01:25:41.340 Boyfriend! 01:25:41.340 --> 01:25:45.540 The guy standing behind the counter of the ring toss booth, the guy manning the balloon 01:25:45.540 --> 01:25:49.200 station… the uniform for this part looks like the outfit that she imagined Vampire 01:25:49.200 --> 01:25:51.480 Boyfriend would be wearing in her first fan fiction story! 01:25:51.480 --> 01:25:55.740 “Wait…” says the girl, staring up at the bundle of helium balloons floating above 01:25:55.740 --> 01:25:56.520 the balloon vendor. 01:25:56.520 --> 01:26:01.860 Each balloon bears the name “Vampire Boyfriend” and the fanged bat logo of the film series. 01:26:01.860 --> 01:26:04.020 So it’s not a coincidence at all? 01:26:04.020 --> 01:26:07.140 This theme park really is themed after her favorite films? 01:26:07.140 --> 01:26:10.911 Her father notices her change of expression and he nudges her in the ribs. 01:26:10.911 --> 01:26:10.917 “Eh? 01:26:10.917 --> 01:26:10.920 Eh? 01:26:10.920 --> 01:26:13.260 I told you that you’d like it… 01:26:13.260 --> 01:26:15.540 This is all about those movies you like so much, huh? 01:26:15.540 --> 01:26:16.740 Ghost Boyfriend or whatever?” 01:26:17.820 --> 01:26:22.620 “It’s Vampire Boyfriend, Dad,” she says distantly, but she’s too mesmerized by her 01:26:22.620 --> 01:26:24.420 surroundings to put much feeling into the barb. 01:26:24.420 --> 01:26:28.740 “How much for a balloon?” asks her father, pulling open his wallet and quickly thumbing 01:26:28.740 --> 01:26:29.940 through a stack of local currency. 01:26:29.940 --> 01:26:32.820 “Oh, no charge!” says the balloon vendor brightly. 01:26:32.820 --> 01:26:35.040 He plucks a string from the bundle and hands it over. 01:26:35.040 --> 01:26:37.860 “Everything’s free for our valued special ticket holders!” 01:26:37.860 --> 01:26:40.740 “Well, would you listen to that!” says her father. 01:26:40.740 --> 01:26:42.960 He replaces his wallet in his back pocket. 01:26:42.960 --> 01:26:45.900 “Now, this is the kind of carnival that I wish we had back in the States!” 01:26:45.900 --> 01:26:48.480 The girl awkwardly takes the proffered balloon. 01:26:48.480 --> 01:26:52.020 She feels silly holding it, but she’s more confused about why it’s free. 01:26:52.020 --> 01:26:56.400 The whole point of offering free entry into a carnival is to gouge people with over-priced 01:26:56.400 --> 01:26:57.600 rides and souvenirs, right? 01:26:57.600 --> 01:27:02.460 But everywhere she looks, she can’t help but notice signs advertising “Free corn 01:27:02.460 --> 01:27:03.960 dogs!” and “Bumpers Cars! 01:27:03.960 --> 01:27:05.580 Unlimited Rides for $000.” 01:27:05.580 --> 01:27:09.480 How can this carnival make enough money to keep operating if it’s not charging for 01:27:09.480 --> 01:27:09.660 anything? 01:27:09.660 --> 01:27:13.800 In fact, how can this carnival make enough money to keep operating when it’s based 01:27:13.800 --> 01:27:15.540 around a niche film like Vampire Boyfriend? 01:27:15.540 --> 01:27:19.860 Are there really that many Vampire Boyfriend fans out here to keep this place in business? 01:27:19.860 --> 01:27:21.840 Not that there’s anyone else around. 01:27:21.840 --> 01:27:27.000 As she scans her surroundings, she realizes that, while there are plenty of costumed employees 01:27:27.000 --> 01:27:30.300 bustling around the fair, she doesn’t see any other fair goers. 01:27:30.300 --> 01:27:34.440 It’s as if this whole carnival was created and maintained solely for her benefit! 01:27:35.100 --> 01:27:36.360 “Hey, pumpkin, how about some ride? 01:27:36.360 --> 01:27:39.540 I bet you’d love to try out some bumper cars, huh?” says her father. 01:27:39.540 --> 01:27:43.680 “How about we take a race, and you see if you can beat your old man, huh?” 01:27:43.680 --> 01:27:46.080 He points to a bumper car ride across the midway. 01:27:46.080 --> 01:27:47.340 The girl stares. 01:27:47.340 --> 01:27:51.360 Like all the other rides, it’s covered in Vampire Boyfriend murals. 01:27:51.360 --> 01:27:55.860 This one depicts a young woman running away from a pack of werewolves – and the young 01:27:55.860 --> 01:27:57.420 woman looks almost exactly like the girl. 01:27:57.420 --> 01:28:00.600 It couldn’t be… but there’s no other explanation! 01:28:00.600 --> 01:28:04.500 The young woman in the mural matches exactly the description of the girl’s character 01:28:04.500 --> 01:28:06.660 Vampire Girlfriend from her fan fiction story! 01:28:06.660 --> 01:28:10.260 And the image of the werewolves looks like it’s an illustration of the scene where 01:28:10.260 --> 01:28:11.760 Vampire Girlfriend gets kidnapped. 01:28:11.760 --> 01:28:13.980 How could this be? 01:28:13.980 --> 01:28:18.840 Could it be that the artist, obviously a fan of the Vampire Boyfriend films, is also familiar 01:28:18.840 --> 01:28:19.920 with her fan fiction? 01:28:19.920 --> 01:28:24.120 But even if that was the case, it’s absurd to think that he would use it as inspiration 01:28:24.120 --> 01:28:25.140 for a theme park ride! 01:28:26.100 --> 01:28:28.800 Who other than her would possibly recognize this scene? 01:28:29.580 --> 01:28:33.300 “Hmm,” says the girl’s mother, walking up behind her and peering at the mural. 01:28:33.300 --> 01:28:34.980 “Why, that girl looks just like you.” 01:28:35.520 --> 01:28:36.000 “I know! 01:28:36.000 --> 01:28:37.860 She does!” says the girl quickly. 01:28:37.860 --> 01:28:42.120 It’s almost a relief to know that her mother has also noticed the resemblance; at least 01:28:42.120 --> 01:28:43.740 it means that she’s not imagining things. 01:28:43.740 --> 01:28:46.620 At the same time, she feels a twinge of guilt. 01:28:46.620 --> 01:28:51.000 Readers online are always accusing her of using Vampire Girlfriend as a thinly disguised 01:28:51.000 --> 01:28:51.660 self-insert. 01:28:51.660 --> 01:28:55.380 Seeing this larger-than-life picture of Vampire Girlfriend makes her think that there might 01:28:55.380 --> 01:28:56.700 be some merit to the accusation! 01:28:56.700 --> 01:29:00.180 “Come on, you lot, stop worrying about some old picture and let’s have some fun!” 01:29:00.180 --> 01:29:01.140 says her father. 01:29:01.140 --> 01:29:05.220 He offers money to the ticket taker parked behind the kiosk, but that man merely shakes 01:29:05.220 --> 01:29:05.580 his head. 01:29:05.580 --> 01:29:08.940 “Your money is no good here, sir,” says the ticket taker. 01:29:08.940 --> 01:29:11.580 “The bumper cars are free for our favored guests today!" 01:29:11.580 --> 01:29:15.060 Her father clambers into the rink and ambles toward a bumper car. 01:29:15.060 --> 01:29:19.260 Her mother tugs at the girl’s arm as if to encourage her to join in, but the girl 01:29:19.260 --> 01:29:19.860 resists. 01:29:19.860 --> 01:29:20.580 “Come on! 01:29:20.580 --> 01:29:22.380 What’s gotten into you?” says her mother. 01:29:22.380 --> 01:29:25.140 “This place is just weird!” says the girl. 01:29:25.140 --> 01:29:28.800 “Like, half of the stuff here isn’t even from the official Vampire Boyfriend lore! 01:29:28.800 --> 01:29:30.900 It’s all stuff that I made up for my stories!” 01:29:31.500 --> 01:29:33.360 Her mother rolls her eyes in annoyance. 01:29:33.360 --> 01:29:36.960 “Really, we go to all this trouble to find something that you would like to do, and all 01:29:36.960 --> 01:29:37.800 you want to do is complain?” 01:29:38.580 --> 01:29:41.100 “I’m sorry, ma’am, is there some problem here?” 01:29:41.100 --> 01:29:43.800 The family is startled as another employee walks up to them. 01:29:43.800 --> 01:29:48.540 He’s also dressed like Vampire Boyfriend, and a wide smile is plastered across his face. 01:29:48.540 --> 01:29:50.640 “You folks look like you’re upset about something.” 01:29:51.360 --> 01:29:53.100 “You’re damn right I’m upset about something!” 01:29:53.100 --> 01:29:54.180 yells the girl. 01:29:54.180 --> 01:29:56.640 In her rage, she throws her drink at the employee. 01:29:56.640 --> 01:30:01.620 He barely reacts as the cup explodes against his chest, dousing him with sticky soda. 01:30:01.620 --> 01:30:02.880 “What’s going on here? 01:30:02.880 --> 01:30:04.440 Where did you hear about Vampire Girlfriend?” 01:30:04.440 --> 01:30:08.220 “Ma’am, Playland is designed to give every visitor the perfect experience!” 01:30:08.220 --> 01:30:09.960 says the employee blandly. 01:30:09.960 --> 01:30:11.040 “That’s not good enough! 01:30:11.040 --> 01:30:12.360 Tell me what’s going on here!” 01:30:12.360 --> 01:30:14.880 The employee’s attitude changes on a dime. 01:30:14.880 --> 01:30:18.360 His bright smile fades and suddenly his tone turns stern. 01:30:18.360 --> 01:30:22.440 “Ma’am, I’m afraid that you’re going to ruin everyone’s fun if you keep up this 01:30:22.440 --> 01:30:23.160 sort of behavior. 01:30:23.160 --> 01:30:25.620 We like to keep things fun here at Playland. 01:30:25.620 --> 01:30:30.300 If you want to spoil the fun, I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave.” 01:30:30.900 --> 01:30:31.500 “Fine! 01:30:31.500 --> 01:30:32.220 Then we’ll leave!” 01:30:32.220 --> 01:30:34.620 “Oh, come on, young lady, we just got here!” 01:30:34.620 --> 01:30:35.640 snaps her mother. 01:30:35.640 --> 01:30:39.120 “We literally drove all day to get here and you want to leave after just one ride?” 01:30:39.120 --> 01:30:41.760 “You don’t even like rides!” 01:30:41.760 --> 01:30:45.540 “There’s a principle involved here,” says her father sternly as he saunters up. 01:30:45.540 --> 01:30:49.260 “Young lady, if that’s your attitude, then I think maybe you should go wait in the 01:30:49.260 --> 01:30:49.380 car! 01:30:49.380 --> 01:30:51.660 Because your mother and I intend to have a good time.” 01:30:51.660 --> 01:30:53.820 The girl doesn’t have a chance to argue. 01:30:53.820 --> 01:30:57.420 The employee rests his hands heavily on her shoulders and turns her around. 01:30:57.420 --> 01:31:00.540 “Don’t worry, folks, we’ll escort her back to your car. 01:31:00.540 --> 01:31:02.880 You can join her as well when you’re ready.” 01:31:02.880 --> 01:31:05.220 The girl cannot believe what’s happening! 01:31:05.220 --> 01:31:09.600 The employee politely but firmly steers her toward the exit, and frog marches her out 01:31:09.600 --> 01:31:09.960 the gate. 01:31:09.960 --> 01:31:14.700 He abandons her in the parking lot, tipping his hat and smiling brightly before he disappears 01:31:14.700 --> 01:31:15.540 back inside the park. 01:31:15.540 --> 01:31:19.560 “Please try to enjoy yourself, ma’am, until your parents are ready to join you. 01:31:19.560 --> 01:31:23.580 In the meantime, why don’t you work on that new fan fiction you’ve been planning?” 01:31:24.240 --> 01:31:25.260 “How do you know about that!?” 01:31:25.260 --> 01:31:26.220 yells the girl. 01:31:26.220 --> 01:31:30.420 The employee doesn’t answer, simply turning and fading back into the crowd. 01:31:30.420 --> 01:31:33.120 She rushes to the gate but the gatekeeper stops her. 01:31:33.660 --> 01:31:36.360 “Sorry, ma’am, no re-entry without a ticket!” 01:31:36.360 --> 01:31:37.440 “But I have a ticket!” 01:31:37.440 --> 01:31:38.280 she cries. 01:31:38.280 --> 01:31:39.000 “You saw it! 01:31:39.000 --> 01:31:40.800 My dad gave it to you, like, half an hour ago… 01:31:40.800 --> 01:31:41.700 come on. 01:31:41.700 --> 01:31:42.540 You can’t be serious!” 01:31:43.320 --> 01:31:47.520 She tries to push past him, but the gatekeeper grabs her wrists with surprising strength 01:31:47.520 --> 01:31:48.240 and holds her. 01:31:48.240 --> 01:31:52.440 Still smiling, he firmly escorts her back out to her car before releasing her. 01:31:52.440 --> 01:31:54.240 “Please, ma’am, don’t make a scene. 01:31:54.240 --> 01:31:56.100 You’re going to disturb our guests.” 01:31:56.700 --> 01:31:57.600 “Who’s in charge here? 01:31:57.600 --> 01:31:58.080 I… 01:31:58.080 --> 01:31:59.340 I need to talk to the manager! 01:31:59.340 --> 01:32:00.840 I want my parents back right now!” 01:32:01.380 --> 01:32:04.680 The gatekeeper doesn’t even respond; he simply returns to his station. 01:32:04.680 --> 01:32:07.680 There’s nothing that the girl can do now but wait. 01:32:07.680 --> 01:32:11.400 She sits down in the gravel and leans her back against the side of the car. 01:32:11.400 --> 01:32:15.180 Minutes turn to hours and still her parents haven’t returned. 01:32:15.180 --> 01:32:18.180 Eventually, she goes back to yell at the gate keeper again. 01:32:19.020 --> 01:32:20.100 “Where are my parents!? 01:32:20.100 --> 01:32:21.480 They should have been back hours ago!” 01:32:21.480 --> 01:32:24.960 “Sorry, ma’am, I guess your parents are just having too much fun right now. 01:32:24.960 --> 01:32:28.200 I’m sure you’ll see them again soon, though,” says the gatekeeper. 01:32:28.200 --> 01:32:31.560 The girl shivers as she feels a bite in the cool twilight air. 01:32:31.560 --> 01:32:34.560 She notices that the sun is starting to dip behind the mountains. 01:32:34.560 --> 01:32:35.700 It will be dark soon. 01:32:35.700 --> 01:32:37.440 How much longer could they take? 01:32:37.440 --> 01:32:41.460 Even if they decided to ride on every ride in the park, surely they would be done by 01:32:41.460 --> 01:32:41.640 now? 01:32:41.640 --> 01:32:46.020 “What times does the park close?” asks the girl, a note of panic rising in her voice. 01:32:46.680 --> 01:32:48.360 The gatekeeper blinks serenely. 01:32:48.360 --> 01:32:50.880 “Playland is open 24/7, ma’am. 01:32:50.880 --> 01:32:53.100 We’re always here when you want to play!” 01:32:53.940 --> 01:32:57.600 The girl feels the color drain from her face as she ponders the possibilities. 01:32:57.600 --> 01:33:01.140 Her father has the car keys, so she can’t take the car to go for help… 01:33:01.140 --> 01:33:04.620 She pulls out her cellphone, but she doesn’t know the number she would need to alert any 01:33:04.620 --> 01:33:05.400 local authorities. 01:33:06.300 --> 01:33:08.100 And it’s not like she speaks the language, anyway! 01:33:08.100 --> 01:33:12.480 Other than the employees here at Playland, she hasn’t met a single person in this whole 01:33:12.480 --> 01:33:13.440 trip who speaks English! 01:33:13.440 --> 01:33:18.600 She’s completely helpless, trapped, and there’s nothing that she can do except wait 01:33:18.600 --> 01:33:19.860 and hope. 01:33:20.400 --> 01:33:25.140 As the night settles in, she realizes that her wait might have just started. 01:33:26.100 --> 01:33:29.640 It might not be the happiest place on earth, but it definitely tries to be. 01:33:29.640 --> 01:33:34.020 And while the world is full of sketchy amusement parks, most of them just want your money. 01:33:34.020 --> 01:33:39.840 The amusement park known as SCP-1357, however, genuinely wants you to have a good time. 01:33:39.840 --> 01:33:44.400 Sometimes it wants you to have a good time whether you want to or not. 01:33:45.060 --> 01:33:48.900 SCP-1357 is a theme park  with an area of approximately  01:33:48.900 --> 01:33:51.600 4 square kilometers located somewhere in Poland. 01:33:51.600 --> 01:33:54.600 The park has four entrances, at each of the cardinal directions. 01:33:55.500 --> 01:34:01.080 SCP-1357 is highly selective about who it allows to enter the park, restricting access 01:34:01.080 --> 01:34:05.280 to parties that meet the following criteria: The group must contain at least two adults 01:34:05.280 --> 01:34:09.300 in a romantic relationship, it must contain at least one member who is under the age of 01:34:09.300 --> 01:34:13.860 18 and who thinks of the aforementioned romantic couple as their guardians, and every member 01:34:13.860 --> 01:34:16.500 of the party must possess  a free ticket – hereafter  01:34:16.500 --> 01:34:19.680 referred to as SCP-1357-B. 01:34:20.520 --> 01:34:24.900 The park does not charge for admission, and the only way to gain access is to have possession 01:34:24.900 --> 01:34:32.220 of an instance of SCP-1357-B. Once inside, SCP-1357 looks like any other carnival with 01:34:32.220 --> 01:34:35.760 thrill rides, amusement arcades, midway games, and concession booths. 01:34:35.760 --> 01:34:42.180 Highly unusual for a carnival, though, is that SCP-1357 does not accept any money; all 01:34:42.180 --> 01:34:44.700 rides, food, and souvenirs are free. 01:34:44.700 --> 01:34:49.500 The layout and theme of the park are different for different visitors and appear to be highly 01:34:49.500 --> 01:34:52.500 contingent on the desires of the youngest member of any visiting party. 01:34:52.500 --> 01:34:57.060 Often, the park will appear themed after various popular media properties, such as Batman, 01:34:57.060 --> 01:34:59.100 Winnie the Pooh, or Barney the Dinosaur. 01:34:59.100 --> 01:35:04.620 However, visiting parties accompanied by more imaginative kids may encounter substantially 01:35:04.620 --> 01:35:06.720 weirder things in the park – including talking  01:35:06.720 --> 01:35:09.840 animals, sentient foodstuffs,  temporal displacements, 01:35:09.840 --> 01:35:12.120 and even extradimensional portals. 01:35:12.120 --> 01:35:16.200 Although the park normally sits empty, when a group meeting entry requirements arrive 01:35:16.200 --> 01:35:22.440 at the gate, SCP-1357 will spontaneously manifest a full working staff, people designated as 01:35:22.440 --> 01:35:27.900 SCP-1357-A. Instances of SCP-1357-A appear  01:35:27.900 --> 01:35:30.600 to be ordinary humans of  various ages, ethnicities, 01:35:30.600 --> 01:35:35.460 sexes, and genders, all clothes in matching uniforms, suggesting that they are employees 01:35:35.460 --> 01:35:36.000 of the park. 01:35:36.540 --> 01:35:42.780 Instances of SCP-1357-A are exceptionally friendly and helpful, and are extremely dedicated 01:35:42.780 --> 01:35:46.560 to making sure that visitors to SCP-1357 have a good time. 01:35:46.560 --> 01:35:49.320 In fact, there’s nothing that they care about more. 01:35:49.920 --> 01:35:56.100 There is, however, a darker side to SCP-1357, and one incident suggests the frightening 01:35:56.100 --> 01:35:59.820 lengths to which the park will go to make sure that its younger visitors truly enjoy 01:35:59.820 --> 01:36:00.240 their stay. 01:36:00.900 --> 01:36:05.220 As part of an experiment, a foundation agent visited the park with his own family, each 01:36:05.220 --> 01:36:09.000 member equipped with audio recording devices that continuously transmitted to foundation 01:36:09.000 --> 01:36:09.600 consoles. 01:36:09.600 --> 01:36:14.760 During his stay, he attempted to interrogate an instance of SCP-1357-A. 01:36:14.760 --> 01:36:20.640 The instance of SCP-1357-A refused to answer the agent’s questions about the purpose 01:36:20.640 --> 01:36:25.020 or origin of the park, instead lamenting that the agent’s attitude was “going to spoil 01:36:25.020 --> 01:36:26.220 the fun” for his family. 01:36:26.220 --> 01:36:32.820 Eventually, instances of SCP-1357-A escorted the agent to an exit and forcibly removed 01:36:32.820 --> 01:36:33.900 him from the park. 01:36:33.900 --> 01:36:37.620 When his wife attempted to follow him, the couple’s daughter refused to leave. 01:36:37.620 --> 01:36:43.620 Instances of SCP-135-A separated the daughter from her family, removing the wife from the 01:36:43.620 --> 01:36:47.640 park and keeping the daughter inside, leaving the parents with only vague assurances that 01:36:47.640 --> 01:36:50.220 their daughter would be returned when she was ready to leave the park. 01:36:50.220 --> 01:36:54.840 Attempts to forcibly recover the daughter proved futile, and even a well-armed rescue 01:36:54.840 --> 01:37:01.380 team was unable to overcome the seemingly infinite numbers of SCP-1357-A that SCP-1357 01:37:01.380 --> 01:37:03.000 manifested to protect itself. 01:37:03.000 --> 01:37:08.340 Hopes that SCP-1357 might indeed allow the daughter to leave once she became bored with 01:37:08.340 --> 01:37:12.600 park attractions also proved to futile; audio captured from daughter’s recording device 01:37:12.600 --> 01:37:18.000 seems to indicate that when she eventually demanded that SCP-1357-A’s release her, 01:37:18.000 --> 01:37:23.100 she was instead placed into some sort of machine that altered or brainwashed her into becoming 01:37:23.100 --> 01:37:25.980 an SCP-1357-A herself. 01:37:25.980 --> 01:37:32.220 Subsequent park visits by foundation researchers have revealed a new SCP-1357-A that matches 01:37:32.220 --> 01:37:35.700 the daughter’s physical description but does not display any memories of her past 01:37:35.700 --> 01:37:36.000 life. 01:37:36.600 --> 01:37:42.240 Interactions with the SCP-1357-A that resembles the missing daughter reveal that, like other 01:37:42.240 --> 01:37:48.180 instances of SCP-1357-A, her only thoughts are on how to please park visitors and help 01:37:48.180 --> 01:37:50.100 them enjoy a pleasant visiting experience. 01:37:50.700 --> 01:37:55.500 In the end, Playland may offer the ultimate amusement park experience for free… but 01:37:55.500 --> 01:37:58.140 it might still exact a price way too high. 01:37:58.140 --> 01:38:03.300 The final bell rings, signaling the end of a new class’s first day at Middle School. 01:38:03.300 --> 01:38:08.760 A girl exits the building, her backpack slung over her shoulder, body hunched under its 01:38:08.760 --> 01:38:09.420 unfamiliar weight. 01:38:09.420 --> 01:38:12.120 It’s been a long and tiring day. 01:38:12.120 --> 01:38:17.280 Her family just moved to this small Oklahoma town from the big city, and of course, she’s 01:38:17.280 --> 01:38:20.520 spent every minute since then trying to adjust to her new surroundings. 01:38:20.520 --> 01:38:23.220 It’s never easy to be the new kid in town. 01:38:23.220 --> 01:38:26.940 Right now, all she wants to do is to get home and relax. 01:38:26.940 --> 01:38:31.320 She doesn’t want to think about school and its related anxieties for the rest of the 01:38:31.320 --> 01:38:31.500 night. 01:38:31.500 --> 01:38:36.180 As she walks down the stairs, she notices the school bus parked at the curb. 01:38:36.180 --> 01:38:39.060 Thank goodness, she thinks, I can’t wait to get out of here. 01:38:39.060 --> 01:38:40.800 This day can’t end soon enough! 01:38:40.800 --> 01:38:45.480 But, for some reason, something about this bus sets her nerves on edge. 01:38:45.480 --> 01:38:48.540 What is it that just seems off? 01:38:48.540 --> 01:38:51.300 There’s nothing blatantly wrong with the bus. 01:38:51.300 --> 01:38:55.500 But when she looks closer, she realizes that it definitely looks a little strange. 01:38:55.500 --> 01:39:00.180 The different parts of the bus just don’t add up: some parts are new, clearly just off 01:39:00.180 --> 01:39:04.200 the factory floor, while others are battered and bruised from long-time wear. 01:39:04.980 --> 01:39:08.100 Some parts even seem to come from different makes and models of bus. 01:39:08.100 --> 01:39:11.040 “I guess it’s not that strange,” she thinks. 01:39:11.040 --> 01:39:14.040 After all, her old school always had a measly budget… 01:39:14.040 --> 01:39:16.920 you could practically see the road through holes in the floor sometimes. 01:39:16.920 --> 01:39:19.920 Her new one probably just has those same issues. 01:39:19.920 --> 01:39:22.620 Aren’t those problems all over the country, after all? 01:39:23.220 --> 01:39:27.780 The school probably just had to buy a dilapidated old bus cobbled together from random parts 01:39:27.780 --> 01:39:28.740 to make ends meet. 01:39:28.740 --> 01:39:33.600 And besides, she thinks as she watches her classmates pile onto the strange bus without 01:39:33.600 --> 01:39:37.320 a second thought, none of the other kids seem to think that there’s anything weird going 01:39:37.320 --> 01:39:37.560 on. 01:39:37.560 --> 01:39:40.800 “This must all just be in my head,” she thinks. 01:39:40.800 --> 01:39:43.560 “I’m probably just being weird because I’m so tired. 01:39:43.560 --> 01:39:46.320 I can’t let myself become the new girl and the weird girl.” 01:39:46.920 --> 01:39:49.320 The girl startles as she hears a voice behind her. 01:39:49.320 --> 01:39:50.280 “Hey!” 01:39:50.280 --> 01:39:52.440 She turns and sees a boy that she recognizes. 01:39:52.440 --> 01:39:54.000 He sits behind her in class. 01:39:54.000 --> 01:39:56.820 They haven’t spoken before now, but he seems friendly enough. 01:39:57.540 --> 01:40:00.060 “You’re the new kid in school, aren’t you?” he says. 01:40:00.060 --> 01:40:02.160 “Yes, my family just moved to town.” 01:40:02.160 --> 01:40:06.480 She tries to talk to him but she can’t help but keep getting distracted by the weird bus. 01:40:06.480 --> 01:40:07.260 “Right, right.” 01:40:07.260 --> 01:40:10.860 The boy glances at the bus, as if he can sense her discomfort with it. 01:40:10.860 --> 01:40:12.120 “You’re worried about the bus? 01:40:12.120 --> 01:40:15.900 I was pretty nervous my first time riding it, but I don’t worry about it anymore. 01:40:15.900 --> 01:40:17.940 You get used to it,” he tells her. 01:40:17.940 --> 01:40:20.280 “Uh… right,” she says. 01:40:20.880 --> 01:40:23.460 The girl feels her cheeks  going red with embarrassment. 01:40:23.460 --> 01:40:26.520 She doesn’t want her classmate to think that she’s scared of riding a bus. 01:40:26.520 --> 01:40:29.340 What if he tells the other kids that she’s frightened of a bus ride? 01:40:29.340 --> 01:40:31.800 They’re all going to think that she’s some kind of silly baby. 01:40:32.580 --> 01:40:33.780 “I’m not scared of the bus. 01:40:33.780 --> 01:40:35.460 It is just a bus… 01:40:35.460 --> 01:40:36.000 right?” 01:40:36.600 --> 01:40:39.600 The boy grins as if he knows something that she doesn’t know. 01:40:39.600 --> 01:40:44.640 The girl doesn’t want to admit her fear and so with a defiant step, she climbs the 01:40:44.640 --> 01:40:46.020 stairs and enters the bus. 01:40:46.020 --> 01:40:49.560 Once she’s on board, her unease doesn’t go away. 01:40:49.560 --> 01:40:53.340 The first thing that she notices is that there is no one in the driver’s seat. 01:40:53.340 --> 01:40:54.480 That’s weird. 01:40:54.480 --> 01:40:57.480 Did the driver just step away to use the bathroom or something? 01:40:57.480 --> 01:41:00.420 It seems pretty irresponsible to leave the bus unattended… 01:41:01.020 --> 01:41:04.320 There’s a line forming behind her though so she doesn’t have time to think about 01:41:04.320 --> 01:41:04.680 this. 01:41:04.680 --> 01:41:07.860 She takes a seat and stares out the window, keeping to herself. 01:41:07.860 --> 01:41:10.980 The boy from her class follows and takes a seat next to her. 01:41:10.980 --> 01:41:14.760 “It’s a little wild at first, but trust me… you’ll get used to it fast. 01:41:14.760 --> 01:41:17.160 In fact, some of us think it’s kind of fun now.” 01:41:17.760 --> 01:41:19.260 The girl blinks in confusion. 01:41:19.260 --> 01:41:22.140 Who is this weirdo that gets such a kick out of riding the bus? 01:41:22.140 --> 01:41:26.160 She almost wants to snap at him, to tell him that of course she’s not scared of riding 01:41:26.160 --> 01:41:26.400 the bus! 01:41:26.400 --> 01:41:28.980 She’s ridden the bus hundreds of times back at her old school! 01:41:28.980 --> 01:41:33.000 But, at the same time, there’s definitely something weird going on here. 01:41:33.000 --> 01:41:37.980 And as much as she’s trying to play it cool, she’s clearly not able to hide her feelings 01:41:37.980 --> 01:41:40.500 – this boy can easily sense that she’s uncomfortable. 01:41:41.220 --> 01:41:44.640 Suddenly, the bus lurches into action and pulls away from the curb. 01:41:44.640 --> 01:41:45.480 But wait… 01:41:45.480 --> 01:41:46.500 How can this be? 01:41:46.500 --> 01:41:48.240 She never saw the driver get back on board. 01:41:48.240 --> 01:41:50.520 The bus can’t be driving itself, can it? 01:41:50.520 --> 01:41:53.400 She stands up in her seat and cranes her neck to see. 01:41:53.400 --> 01:41:58.200 Her eyes bulge from her head in fear and surprise as she realizes that, in fact, there’s no 01:41:58.200 --> 01:41:59.940 one driving the bus at all. 01:41:59.940 --> 01:42:04.500 The driver’s seat is empty and the wheel is turning by itself as the bus careens down 01:42:04.500 --> 01:42:04.800 the road. 01:42:04.800 --> 01:42:06.120 “Who’s driving the bus?” 01:42:06.120 --> 01:42:09.660 she shouts, but the other kids barely even react to her outburst. 01:42:09.660 --> 01:42:14.100 Most of them are chattering amongst themselves and only one or two turn to look at her briefly 01:42:14.100 --> 01:42:17.100 before shrugging and turning back to their own private conversations. 01:42:17.100 --> 01:42:21.960 A chorus of giggles behind her alert her to the fact that she’s just completely embarrassed 01:42:21.960 --> 01:42:22.260 herself. 01:42:22.800 --> 01:42:23.700 “What’s the matter? 01:42:23.700 --> 01:42:24.360 You scared?” 01:42:24.360 --> 01:42:27.480 calls an older boy from the back of the bus, guffawing loudly. 01:42:27.480 --> 01:42:28.800 “Of course, no one’s driving! 01:42:28.800 --> 01:42:29.700 Don’t you know anything?” 01:42:29.700 --> 01:42:33.000 “Leave her alone!” says the boy in the seat next to her. 01:42:33.000 --> 01:42:33.720 “It’s her first time. 01:42:33.720 --> 01:42:34.980 She’s never ridden the bus before!” 01:42:35.700 --> 01:42:39.240 She’s too panicked to correct him that, yes, she has been on the bus before. 01:42:39.240 --> 01:42:41.040 But not a bus like this one. 01:42:41.760 --> 01:42:42.420 “What’s going on!? 01:42:42.420 --> 01:42:43.140 We’re all going to die!” 01:42:43.140 --> 01:42:45.900 she cries, clutching at the seat in front of her in terror. 01:42:45.900 --> 01:42:50.100 Despite her fear, though, she can’t help but notice that the bus isn’t simply speeding 01:42:50.100 --> 01:42:50.700 into oblivion. 01:42:50.700 --> 01:42:55.560 The bus obeys all the traffic laws, stopping at stop signs and signaling before turns. 01:42:55.560 --> 01:42:59.880 It’s almost as if the bus itself is alive and aware of what it’s doing. 01:43:00.540 --> 01:43:04.620 “That’s just how it is,” says the boy next to her in a matter-of-fact voice as if 01:43:04.620 --> 01:43:05.820 he’s anticipated her question. 01:43:06.540 --> 01:43:09.720 Apparently, this is a normal day for kids here in this Oklahoma town. 01:43:09.720 --> 01:43:13.140 The girl doesn’t think she could ever get used to a bus that drives itself. 01:43:13.140 --> 01:43:16.740 But what comes next is going to prove to be even stranger. 01:43:17.580 --> 01:43:21.300 “But you might want to close your eyes for this next part,” says the boy. 01:43:21.300 --> 01:43:23.940 The girl asks him what he means by that. 01:43:23.940 --> 01:43:28.500 But before he can answer, she feels a strange wave of sudden nausea overcome her. 01:43:28.500 --> 01:43:32.040 Her vision goes hazy and the whole world seems to waver in her sight. 01:43:32.040 --> 01:43:35.700 But the sensation passes quickly and everything is quickly back to normal. 01:43:36.360 --> 01:43:37.260 Or is it? 01:43:37.260 --> 01:43:39.240 She turns to look out the window. 01:43:39.240 --> 01:43:43.920 The city passing by is familiar, she can recognize many of the same buildings that she passed 01:43:43.920 --> 01:43:44.940 on her way to school this morning. 01:43:44.940 --> 01:43:47.820 But now they seem strangely altered. 01:43:47.820 --> 01:43:52.440 The structures are in advanced states of disrepair with broken windows and boarded-up doors. 01:43:52.440 --> 01:43:56.520 The gutters are filled with trash and debris and the streets seem to be abandoned. 01:43:56.520 --> 01:44:00.780 The bus takes a left turn down a side street and the girl catches a brief glimpse of the 01:44:00.780 --> 01:44:01.980 town’s city hall in the distance. 01:44:03.000 --> 01:44:03.840 She gasps. 01:44:04.440 --> 01:44:09.660 City hall is on fire, great gouts of hot red flame pouring from the shattered windows. 01:44:09.660 --> 01:44:11.340 Sirens echo through the air. 01:44:11.340 --> 01:44:17.040 The sky above is an ominous red, filled with angry storm clouds with jagged bolts of dry 01:44:17.040 --> 01:44:21.480 lightning dancing between the thunderheads, and she can see the funnel of a distant tornado 01:44:21.480 --> 01:44:23.220 making a touchdown in the hills. 01:44:24.120 --> 01:44:28.380 The bus briefly comes to a stop in front of the library, dutifully obeying a flickering 01:44:28.380 --> 01:44:28.800 traffic light. 01:44:28.800 --> 01:44:33.060 The library’s windows are dark, but she can vaguely see shapes moving about inside. 01:44:33.060 --> 01:44:37.860 Electric sparks shoot from malfunctioning street lamps and downed power cables flail 01:44:37.860 --> 01:44:39.300 like angry snakes in the street. 01:44:39.300 --> 01:44:43.740 It looks like some terrible natural disaster has hit the city, but what could it be? 01:44:43.740 --> 01:44:46.380 Surely, she would have heard some warning while she was at school? 01:44:46.380 --> 01:44:50.760 They wouldn’t have just carried on as usual in the classroom while the world outside burned? 01:44:50.760 --> 01:44:54.960 She turns to the boy next to her, a fearful question on her trembling lips. 01:44:54.960 --> 01:45:00.060 He seems to know what’s going on – otherwise, how could he be so eerily calm while everything 01:45:00.060 --> 01:45:02.400 outside the bus is falling apart or on fire? 01:45:02.400 --> 01:45:04.260 “What happened to the city? 01:45:04.260 --> 01:45:06.600 Was there an earthquake – no, we would have felt it. 01:45:06.600 --> 01:45:07.440 Was there a hurricane?” 01:45:07.440 --> 01:45:11.940 Every possible disaster scenario runs through her head as she desperately tries to think 01:45:11.940 --> 01:45:12.720 of an explanation. 01:45:12.720 --> 01:45:18.060 But what happens next reveals to her that there’s no natural explanation for the strange 01:45:18.060 --> 01:45:19.440 sights that assail her eyes. 01:45:19.440 --> 01:45:24.840 As she watches through the window, a squadron of armed soldiers march down the street toward 01:45:24.840 --> 01:45:25.680 the darkened library. 01:45:25.680 --> 01:45:30.660 Suddenly the doors fly open and people pour out, screaming as if they’re being chased 01:45:30.660 --> 01:45:32.160 by some unspeakable evil. 01:45:32.160 --> 01:45:36.360 The girl expects that the soldiers must be here for disaster relief, but she is horrified 01:45:36.360 --> 01:45:41.880 when, instead of helping the escaping library patrons, they instead open fire upon the crowd. 01:45:41.880 --> 01:45:45.780 The girl screams in terror, but the other kids barely even notice. 01:45:45.780 --> 01:45:50.340 They’re too busy talking or laughing; one kid is so disinterested in the spectacle outside 01:45:50.340 --> 01:45:54.360 that he’s playing with a handheld game console rather than watch the carnage unfold. 01:45:54.360 --> 01:45:55.920 How can this be happening? 01:45:55.920 --> 01:45:57.300 Has the whole world gone crazy? 01:45:57.300 --> 01:46:01.140 She’s filled with terror as she wonders: Is the whole town under siege? 01:46:01.140 --> 01:46:02.340 Is her house still standing? 01:46:02.340 --> 01:46:03.120 Are her parents safe? 01:46:03.120 --> 01:46:05.340 Where is this bus even taking her? 01:46:05.340 --> 01:46:08.940 “I told you that you might want to cover your eyes,” says the boy next to her. 01:46:08.940 --> 01:46:13.200 The bus continues on its route, passing all sorts of terrifying sights. 01:46:13.200 --> 01:46:16.080 A parking lot has been transformed into a mass grave. 01:46:16.080 --> 01:46:20.580 She watches as uniformed police line up peaceful citizens against a brick wall to brutally 01:46:20.580 --> 01:46:22.200 execute them by firing squad. 01:46:22.920 --> 01:46:25.680 Mass riots are taking place in the town’s central park. 01:46:25.680 --> 01:46:30.420 People are yelling obscenities and pounding one another into pulp, while armed law enforcement 01:46:30.420 --> 01:46:32.580 officers sweep in to escalate the situation. 01:46:32.580 --> 01:46:37.140 The air is thick with screams, gunfire, and the smell of burning bodies. 01:46:37.140 --> 01:46:42.660 The shopping mall is overrun with giant spiders, which chase screaming shoppers out of the 01:46:42.660 --> 01:46:43.140 exits. 01:46:43.140 --> 01:46:47.940 She sees rats as big as cars scurrying out of the alleyways, grabbing random people with 01:46:47.940 --> 01:46:51.360 their taloned paws and biting their heads off with their long sharp incisors. 01:46:51.900 --> 01:46:56.400 On the distant hills, she can also make out the outlines of even stranger creatures that 01:46:56.400 --> 01:46:58.440 she cannot identify – dinosaurs? 01:46:58.440 --> 01:46:58.980 Aliens? 01:46:58.980 --> 01:46:59.580 Demons? 01:46:59.580 --> 01:47:03.780 She doesn’t come from a particularly religious family, but the sights that she sees today 01:47:03.780 --> 01:47:08.520 definitely make her think that she might be seeing a glimpse into the maw of hell itself. 01:47:08.520 --> 01:47:12.060 The girl has never seen anything so awful in all her life. 01:47:12.060 --> 01:47:16.740 To her surprise, several of the other kids cheer as the bus drives past a gaggle of walking 01:47:16.740 --> 01:47:17.340 corpses. 01:47:17.340 --> 01:47:22.620 They’re mutilated and half-decomposed but somehow still mobile, shambling down the sidewalk 01:47:22.620 --> 01:47:23.340 and moaning. 01:47:23.340 --> 01:47:25.320 How can the other kids be enjoying this? 01:47:25.320 --> 01:47:26.280 “Yeah! 01:47:26.280 --> 01:47:26.520 Yeah! 01:47:26.520 --> 01:47:26.640 Yeah!” 01:47:26.640 --> 01:47:27.900 chant the kids. 01:47:27.900 --> 01:47:28.740 “Zombies! 01:47:28.740 --> 01:47:29.460 That rules!” 01:47:30.180 --> 01:47:32.400 “Maybe we’ll get to see them eat some brains for once!” 01:47:32.400 --> 01:47:35.580 cries the older boy in the back of the bus with sudden glee. 01:47:35.580 --> 01:47:36.780 “What is going on?” 01:47:36.780 --> 01:47:37.860 repeats the girl. 01:47:37.860 --> 01:47:41.040 “It’s just the usual bus ride,” says the boy next to her. 01:47:41.040 --> 01:47:41.700 “Don’t worry. 01:47:41.700 --> 01:47:45.600 I felt the same way when I first started at this school, but it’s really not so bad. 01:47:45.600 --> 01:47:47.460 I mean, it is kind of cool, isn’t it?” 01:47:47.460 --> 01:47:52.020 The girl opens her mouth to respond but she’s suddenly overcome with that familiar feeling 01:47:52.020 --> 01:47:52.740 of nausea. 01:47:52.740 --> 01:47:57.360 The world quivers briefly in front of her and suddenly: Everything is back to normal. 01:47:57.360 --> 01:48:01.080 The sky is clear and blue and the buildings are no longer dilapidated. 01:48:01.080 --> 01:48:04.140 People are bustling in the streets, going about their usual business. 01:48:04.140 --> 01:48:08.760 There’s no sign of any of the horrors that she just witnessed – no fires, no soldiers, 01:48:08.760 --> 01:48:10.680 no monsters, and no zombies. 01:48:11.400 --> 01:48:14.700 The boy next to her commented that they must have been reaching someone’s stop. 01:48:14.700 --> 01:48:19.500 From around the bus, she hears several other kids groan in frustration – they were hoping 01:48:19.500 --> 01:48:23.220 that they would get to see some exciting zombie carnage, but it looks like that show will 01:48:23.220 --> 01:48:24.300 have to wait for another time. 01:48:24.300 --> 01:48:29.160 The bus slowly comes to a halt and the girl tenses as she hears the hiss of its air brakes. 01:48:29.160 --> 01:48:33.120 The door opens and the girl realizes that the bus has stopped in front of her house. 01:48:33.120 --> 01:48:37.020 She’s relieved to see that her house is standing and she can see her mother gardening 01:48:37.020 --> 01:48:38.580 in the front yard, safe and sound. 01:48:38.580 --> 01:48:39.960 Was it all a dream? 01:48:39.960 --> 01:48:44.040 “This is my stop,” says the girl, standing up as if in a daze. 01:48:44.580 --> 01:48:48.000 “The first time’s always a little wild,” says the boy as she leaves. 01:48:48.000 --> 01:48:49.680 “Don’t worry, tomorrow will be easier.” 01:48:50.340 --> 01:48:52.560 The girl steps onto the curb and away from the bus. 01:48:52.560 --> 01:48:56.940 The doors close behind her and the bus pulls away, continuing on its journey. 01:48:56.940 --> 01:49:00.780 “Did you enjoy your first day of school today?” asks the girl’s mother. 01:49:00.780 --> 01:49:03.960 The girl can only stare in shock as the bus drives away. 01:49:03.960 --> 01:49:05.460 What just happened? 01:49:05.460 --> 01:49:09.780 Did a self-driving bus just take her on a tour of hell before bringing her right to 01:49:09.780 --> 01:49:10.560 her own doorstep? 01:49:10.560 --> 01:49:13.340 Or did she really just imagine that whole experience? 01:49:13.340 --> 01:49:19.020 As you astute Foundation veterans have probably already put together, this new girl at school 01:49:19.020 --> 01:49:21.240 didn’t imagine anything she just saw. 01:49:21.240 --> 01:49:25.740 That girl just had her first encounter with SCP-3583. 01:49:26.580 --> 01:49:33.240 At face value, SCP-3583 resembles an ordinary school bus, albeit one composed of completely 01:49:33.240 --> 01:49:36.060 random parts all held together by some unknown force. 01:49:36.660 --> 01:49:41.520 The bus is self-driving and in fact resists any attempt by a human to sit in the driver’s 01:49:41.520 --> 01:49:41.640 seat. 01:49:41.640 --> 01:49:47.580 At some point, SCP-3583 became attached to a particular school in an undisclosed Oklahoma 01:49:47.580 --> 01:49:50.640 town for reasons the SCP Foundation still doesn't understand. 01:49:51.660 --> 01:49:57.360 Every school day, at 3:45 pm, it appears outside of the school, just as the school day comes 01:49:57.360 --> 01:49:57.720 to a close. 01:49:57.720 --> 01:50:01.380 The bus can hold up to 56 children and up to 8 adults. 01:50:01.380 --> 01:50:06.780 If it judges that not enough children have boarded, SCP-3583 will begin to honk its horn. 01:50:06.780 --> 01:50:12.180 The horn has a peculiar hypnotic effect on all children within hearing range; they will 01:50:12.180 --> 01:50:16.440 be compelled to drop whatever they are doing and board the bus, meaning that the bus has 01:50:16.440 --> 01:50:18.420 some innate cognitohazardous properties. 01:50:18.420 --> 01:50:22.740 If the bus still feels that it hasn’t reached its quota, it will increase the volume of 01:50:22.740 --> 01:50:26.160 its horn until it has attracted enough children that it can begin its route. 01:50:26.160 --> 01:50:32.220 Depending on how many adults have boarded, SCP-3583 has two distinct patterns of behavior. 01:50:32.220 --> 01:50:37.980 If four or fewer adults are aboard, SCP-3583 enters behavior pattern one. 01:50:37.980 --> 01:50:46.260 In this pattern, SCP-3583 will dematerialize and enter a parallel reality called SCP-3583-A. 01:50:46.920 --> 01:50:53.280 SCP-3583-A superficially resembles the normal geography of the same Oklahoma town with some 01:50:53.280 --> 01:50:55.260 minor but very important changes. 01:50:55.260 --> 01:50:58.080 The typical city landscape is replaced with  01:50:58.080 --> 01:51:00.660 a hellish alternative full  of crumbling architecture, 01:51:00.660 --> 01:51:06.060 marauding monsters, shambling zombies, fires and natural disasters, and instances of military 01:51:06.060 --> 01:51:07.440 violence and civil unrest. 01:51:08.160 --> 01:51:14.220 SCP-3583 will travel through this terrifying hell dimension along normal bus routes, studiously 01:51:14.220 --> 01:51:19.320 obeying all traffic laws, and pausing to re-enter our own reality only to deliver kids to their 01:51:19.320 --> 01:51:19.680 own homes. 01:51:19.680 --> 01:51:26.280 Interestingly, SCP-3583 only offers door-to-door service and ignores all conventionally posted 01:51:26.280 --> 01:51:27.360 bus stops. 01:51:27.360 --> 01:51:32.640 If five or more adults are aboard, SCP-3583 enters behavior pattern two. 01:51:32.640 --> 01:51:38.520 In this pattern, SCP-3583 will travel to the sites of mass casualty events, seemingly arriving 01:51:38.520 --> 01:51:42.780 in the days or weeks preceding the incident, where it will circle the area for approximately 01:51:42.780 --> 01:51:44.340 45 to 100 minutes. 01:51:44.340 --> 01:51:50.040 After this, it will enter pattern one, delivering each child passenger to their home before 01:51:50.040 --> 01:51:52.440 then delivering its adult passengers home as well. 01:51:52.440 --> 01:51:57.480 Known mass casualty sites visited include Pompei, Nanking, and the World Trade Center 01:51:57.480 --> 01:51:58.080 in New York. 01:51:58.080 --> 01:52:03.960 Passengers inside SCP-3583 can take photos or video through the bus window, and all footage 01:52:03.960 --> 01:52:09.420 shot from within SCP-3583 matches exactly with archive footage taken at the mass casualty 01:52:09.420 --> 01:52:12.840 site at the time that SCP-3583 supposedly visited. 01:52:12.840 --> 01:52:19.440 However, SCP-3583 itself has never been reported by witnesses at any site or seen in any archive 01:52:19.440 --> 01:52:20.520 footage of any site. 01:52:21.060 --> 01:52:25.320 Luckily, SCP-3583 has proven to be a boon to this struggling school district. 01:52:25.320 --> 01:52:30.780 The school principal noted that SCP-3583 has a better safety record than any human driver. 01:52:30.780 --> 01:52:35.220 In addition, it never calls in sick and is never late for a pick-up or drop-off. 01:52:35.940 --> 01:52:41.580 Every student that has received a ride in SCP-3583 has arrived safely, if a little shaken, 01:52:41.580 --> 01:52:42.780 at their home destination. 01:52:43.560 --> 01:52:48.960 And best of all, SCP-3583 is saving the school a lot of money on both driver pay and vehicle 01:52:48.960 --> 01:52:52.560 maintenance – money that the school has used to hire a new music teacher. 01:52:52.560 --> 01:52:57.960 The general consensus of the local community is that, as long as SCP-3583 wants to work 01:52:57.960 --> 01:53:02.160 as a school bus and continues to do a good job, who are they to look a gift horse in 01:53:02.160 --> 01:53:02.400 the mouth? 01:53:03.060 --> 01:53:08.460 Although it still might behoove some of SCP-3583’s more sensitive riders to shut their eyes and 01:53:08.460 --> 01:53:10.680 plug their ears until they get safely home. 01:53:11.400 --> 01:53:17.160 The SCP Foundation first became aware of SCP-3583 when students began posting cellphone footage 01:53:17.160 --> 01:53:17.940 of their rides online. 01:53:17.940 --> 01:53:22.920 Although the Foundation has successfully scrubbed information about SCP-3583 from the internet, 01:53:22.920 --> 01:53:27.420 it has been less successful in figuring out what to do with the so-called school bus from 01:53:27.420 --> 01:53:27.600 hell. 01:53:27.600 --> 01:53:33.240 Foundation Field Agents are so far unable to explain SCP-3583’s motive or operations. 01:53:33.240 --> 01:53:38.940 Conventional attempts to contain SCP-3583, such as impounding the bus or towing it to 01:53:38.940 --> 01:53:40.380 the junkyard, are futile. 01:53:40.380 --> 01:53:46.200 SCP-3583 will immediately dematerialize, falling apart into a rubble of disparate bus parts 01:53:46.200 --> 01:53:49.260 as the force binding it together appears to abandon this plane. 01:53:49.260 --> 01:53:55.860 However, SCP-3583 will always return the next school day, ready and willing to begin its 01:53:55.860 --> 01:53:56.520 afternoon shift. 01:53:57.180 --> 01:54:01.200 Agents have considered closing the affected school, but feared that would only move the 01:54:01.200 --> 01:54:05.220 problem as SCP-3583 would simply attach itself to another school. 01:54:05.220 --> 01:54:09.960 The SCP Foundation is currently monitoring the situation and has several agents embedded 01:54:09.960 --> 01:54:12.060 within the school district posing as regular staff. 01:54:12.060 --> 01:54:18.660 Because of this immense difficulty in containment, SCP-3583 has been given the Keter object class. 01:54:18.660 --> 01:54:23.760 Considering the number of SCP anomalies that involve horrific bodily harm being done to 01:54:23.760 --> 01:54:28.020 their victims, it’s honestly a breath of fresh air to be dealing with one this seemingly 01:54:28.020 --> 01:54:31.380 benevolent - a little post-traumatic stress disorder aside, of course. 01:54:31.380 --> 01:54:35.640 And while Hellbus may be what most around the Foundation have taken to referring to 01:54:35.640 --> 01:54:38.400 this particular anomaly, I’m going to stick to my own name… 01:54:38.400 --> 01:54:44.520 The Tragic School Bus.