WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.120 --> 00:00:05.400 The office worker runs for his life, moving faster  than he’d have once thought possible down a dark,   00:00:05.400 --> 00:00:11.040 concrete hall filled with exposed pipes, dripping  with mysterious liquids and crawling with alien   00:00:11.040 --> 00:00:17.760 insects. Behind him, the sounds of barking echo  - Not the barking of a dog, of course. More   00:00:17.760 --> 00:00:22.260 like a human throat doing a particularly  unsettling impression of a barking dog. 00:00:22.260 --> 00:00:26.220 He looks over his shoulder, his heart  pounding, his forehead drenched with   00:00:26.220 --> 00:00:32.280 cold sweat. He can see them gaining on him: A  pack of three unthinkable monsters. Charging,   00:00:32.280 --> 00:00:38.580 canine-like creatures - in shape, at least -  fast and hungry. But again, these aren’t dogs:   00:00:38.580 --> 00:00:43.020 They’re Hounds. One of the countless  varieties of horrific entities known   00:00:43.020 --> 00:00:46.980 to populate the extradimensional  nightmare known as The Backrooms. 00:00:46.980 --> 00:00:52.260 Perhaps the Hounds were once human - They  certainly look like human beings contorted and   00:00:52.260 --> 00:00:57.840 transformed into horrible, dog-like shapes - but  they aren’t human now. They’re vicious monsters,   00:00:57.840 --> 00:01:02.400 and they’re hot on the poor office  worker’s heels. He runs, despite the   00:01:02.400 --> 00:01:06.360 knowledge that the creatures behind him have  more speed and stamina than he ever could. 00:01:06.360 --> 00:01:13.560 But as he runs, he notices that this hallway… It’s  too long. It’s too winding. Is he in a warehouse,   00:01:13.560 --> 00:01:18.300 or some kind of factory building? It’s  like the hallway just goes on forever,   00:01:18.300 --> 00:01:22.620 and ever, and ever. Nothing in this  horrible nightmare of a place seems   00:01:22.620 --> 00:01:27.360 to make any kind of sense. It’s like being  trapped in a bad dream that never ends. 00:01:28.140 --> 00:01:31.620 Suddenly, the wall seems to appear  right in front of him. A blockade   00:01:31.620 --> 00:01:35.340 to his chances of escape, as though the  hallway itself is spitefully responding   00:01:35.340 --> 00:01:40.080 to his thoughts. He crashes up against the  wall and screams in terror, as the Hounds,   00:01:40.080 --> 00:01:45.180 who didn’t slow down for a second, bare their  saliva-coated fangs and pounce toward him. 00:01:45.180 --> 00:01:50.580 What’s happening here? Why is an office worker  being attacked by interdimensional abominations?   00:01:50.580 --> 00:01:56.280 And what are these mysterious Backrooms,  and how does one access them? To find out,   00:01:56.280 --> 00:02:00.720 we need to rewind the clock: Back to  the moment the office worker noclipped. 00:02:01.260 --> 00:02:07.500 It’s an average day at work. Data entry in a vast,  anonymous cubicle farm. His bosses don’t care   00:02:07.500 --> 00:02:11.580 about him, and he hasn’t worked here long enough  to make any real friends among his coworkers.   00:02:12.300 --> 00:02:16.200 The only thing that makes today different from  any of the others is that, for some reason,   00:02:16.200 --> 00:02:20.820 he feels a little queasy. Was it the  cheap coffee from the break room? Or   00:02:20.820 --> 00:02:24.840 maybe something he ate? Either way,  he decides to step outside to the   00:02:24.840 --> 00:02:28.260 desolate space behind the office to  take in a few breaths of fresh air. 00:02:29.640 --> 00:02:34.800 But while he’s out there, he notices  something extraordinary: An abandoned chair,   00:02:34.800 --> 00:02:38.760 the kind of basic wood and metal one  you can probably find behind the desks   00:02:38.760 --> 00:02:44.040 of almost every high school in America.  But something about it is just… Wrong. 00:02:44.940 --> 00:02:50.940 It seems almost glitched, with too many legs and  too many backs, all sticking out at random angles.   00:02:51.600 --> 00:02:56.460 He can’t make any sense of it - It seems like  such a truly unnatural thing to see in real life,   00:02:56.460 --> 00:03:00.600 he can’t help but approach and touch  it, just to somehow confirm it’s real. 00:03:01.320 --> 00:03:06.120 The second his hand touches the chair, though,  something fantastical and terrifying happens.   00:03:06.900 --> 00:03:09.540 In a flash of light lasting  only a fraction of an instant,   00:03:09.540 --> 00:03:14.520 the office worker is no longer standing in  the grimy alleyway behind his office. Instead,   00:03:14.520 --> 00:03:19.980 he’s in the middle of an unfamiliar place: A  strange room, decked out with this sickening   00:03:19.980 --> 00:03:24.180 yellow wallpaper, the damp, foul-smelling  carpet squelching underneath his shoes. 00:03:24.960 --> 00:03:29.520 There’s an electrical hum in the air, presumably  coming from all those old lights up above. 00:03:29.520 --> 00:03:33.240 But despite the fact that nothing is  overtly threatening about this room,   00:03:33.240 --> 00:03:40.500 the very fact that he’s here, against all logic,  fills him with a deep, almost primal terror. This   00:03:40.500 --> 00:03:44.880 isn’t his world anymore. And while the office  worker doesn’t have the tools to know it,   00:03:44.880 --> 00:03:50.760 I can tell you that he noclipped into Level 0  of the Backrooms - the infamous Tutorial Level. 00:03:51.360 --> 00:03:54.540 Though naturally, the office worker  gravitates towards a more logical   00:03:54.540 --> 00:03:58.740 reason for everything that’s happened:  He’s gone completely and utterly insane. 00:03:59.520 --> 00:04:03.960 Like a rat trapped in a maze, the office worker  begins to search through this horrifying new   00:04:03.960 --> 00:04:08.580 environment. He runs through the honeycomb  of seemingly identical yellow hallways as   00:04:08.580 --> 00:04:13.500 that terrible buzzing noise seems to worm its  way deeper and deeper into his addled brain. 00:04:14.280 --> 00:04:18.240 He keeps thinking he sees something out of the  corner of his eye, but when he turns to look,   00:04:18.240 --> 00:04:23.580 it’s gone without a trace. Once or twice, he  could swear he sees something moving in the   00:04:23.580 --> 00:04:28.380 patterns of the wall. For terrifying moments  of delirium, it looks like the walls are   00:04:28.380 --> 00:04:34.020 crawling with chittering insects. Vile yellow  cockroaches, too big and with too many legs to   00:04:34.020 --> 00:04:39.780 be something from the planet earth. Paranoid,  anxious, and terribly afraid, he keeps running. 00:04:40.560 --> 00:04:44.040 Yet the maze seems to go on  forever. It’s impossible,   00:04:44.040 --> 00:04:49.560 how could any structure possibly be this big? He  can’t tell if he’s running for minutes, hours,   00:04:49.560 --> 00:04:55.980 days, or weeks. All time seems to run into  itself. His wristwatch doesn’t work here,   00:04:55.980 --> 00:05:01.020 but he knows he’s getting desperate -  Hungrier, thirstier, more mentally frayed. 00:05:01.020 --> 00:05:05.340 If he hadn’t lost his mind before  he came here, he’s truly lost it   00:05:05.340 --> 00:05:10.140 now. He just keeps madly running, hoping  somewhere in all this yellow nonsense,   00:05:10.140 --> 00:05:14.100 he’ll find a door, a window, some  way out of this terrible place. 00:05:15.120 --> 00:05:20.040 Instead, escape comes when he catches his foot  on a snag in the carpet and falls forward.   00:05:20.820 --> 00:05:25.140 Time slows down. He closes his eyes  and braces to experience that soggy,   00:05:25.140 --> 00:05:30.480 foul-smelling carpet hitting him in the face.  But no. He feels cold concrete against his cheek. 00:05:30.480 --> 00:05:35.940 When he opens his eyes, he’s in a different  place. A cold, murky industrial building,   00:05:35.940 --> 00:05:41.280 all brutalist concrete with exposed pipe snaking  along the walls. He doesn’t have the words to   00:05:41.280 --> 00:05:46.500 know this, but he’s reached Level 1 of the  Backrooms, also known as the Habitable Zone.   00:05:47.160 --> 00:05:50.580 Perhaps you think this sounds  nice, but it’s worth remembering:   00:05:50.580 --> 00:05:54.840 That doesn’t mean that this level  is only habitable to human beings… 00:05:55.560 --> 00:05:59.100 None of this makes sense to the office  worker, but he’s crazed and desperate   00:05:59.100 --> 00:06:03.540 enough now that he’s starting to take this  new insanity in stride. He sees a nearby   00:06:03.540 --> 00:06:07.800 wooden crate labeled “SUPPLIES” and his  aching stomach does the thinking for him. 00:06:07.800 --> 00:06:13.080 He forces his twitching fingers underneath the  lid and levers it open, only to find that the   00:06:13.080 --> 00:06:16.860 inside is filled with packing peanuts  and a number of strange metal bottles,   00:06:16.860 --> 00:06:22.440 each one labeled “Almond Water.” Thankfully,  he doesn’t have a nut allergy, so he unscrews   00:06:22.440 --> 00:06:26.940 one of the bottles and drinks deeply. It’s  the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted,   00:06:26.940 --> 00:06:32.160 it seems to replenish not only his thirst and  his hunger but also some of his peace of mind. 00:06:32.160 --> 00:06:37.260 Almond Water, you see, is a resource that  is as abundant as it is vital across the   00:06:37.260 --> 00:06:40.800 Backrooms. It’s the most common  and universal form of nourishment,   00:06:40.800 --> 00:06:44.940 which also provides healing and mental  health benefits, as well as warding off   00:06:44.940 --> 00:06:49.500 some creatures that you’d definitely prefer  to keep at arm’s reach. The office worker   00:06:49.500 --> 00:06:52.740 wisely grabs another one of the bottles  and sticks it in his pocket for later. 00:06:52.740 --> 00:06:57.300 He may not fully understand what’s going  on, but he knows he needs to get out of   00:06:57.300 --> 00:07:00.900 here. That’s at least one goal that  can keep his racing mind in place. 00:07:00.900 --> 00:07:05.820 But as he travels deeper, he begins to  encounter other lifeforms - And these   00:07:05.820 --> 00:07:10.080 lifeforms are often eager to deprive the  unfortunate office owner of his own life. 00:07:10.080 --> 00:07:15.420 As he walks down a long, industrial hallway,  he hears a faint scratching sound on the other   00:07:15.420 --> 00:07:19.740 side. He places his ear to the wall, wondering  if that sound could be another human being,   00:07:19.740 --> 00:07:23.700 but something deep in his bones  tells him to step away immediately. 00:07:23.700 --> 00:07:27.840 Fractions of a second later, a long,  grey arm phases through the wall,   00:07:27.840 --> 00:07:31.020 terminating in three flailing claws. A monster! 00:07:31.020 --> 00:07:35.280 He screams and runs in the opposite  direction as the arm reaches for him,   00:07:35.280 --> 00:07:38.700 trying to drag him back through  the wall to some horrible fate.   00:07:38.700 --> 00:07:43.440 These insidious ambush predators are known  as Dullers, and they’re an excellent reason   00:07:43.440 --> 00:07:47.100 not to hug too closely to the walls  when sneaking through the Backrooms. 00:07:47.760 --> 00:07:51.300 If a Duller is waiting on the other side,  and you don’t keep your wits about you,   00:07:51.300 --> 00:07:55.980 it’ll noclip its arm through the solid  surface and drag you to an uncertain doom. 00:07:56.640 --> 00:08:01.320 Lucky for the office worker, that fate  doesn’t befall him. Instead, he keeps running,   00:08:01.320 --> 00:08:06.180 finding his way down another long, twisting  hallway, avoiding the walls at all costs.   00:08:06.960 --> 00:08:11.100 Soon, he reaches a slightly more open area,  somewhat like an underground level of a   00:08:11.100 --> 00:08:17.760 multi-level parking complex, partially shrouded  in a thin, white mist. To his immense relief, he   00:08:17.760 --> 00:08:22.320 sees another human standing in the middle of the  area, slouched slightly and facing away from him. 00:08:22.980 --> 00:08:27.780 After being transported out of his world -  twice, seemingly - and nearly being grabbed by   00:08:27.780 --> 00:08:32.520 an impossible monster, the office worker is just  eager to see another member of his own species. 00:08:33.240 --> 00:08:35.040 Or so he thinks, anyway. 00:08:35.880 --> 00:08:40.080 The office worker runs in, calling out, and  places his hand on the stranger’s shoulder.   00:08:40.080 --> 00:08:47.280 But as soon as he does so, he feels an almost  animal urge to jerk his hand away. Its body… It   00:08:47.280 --> 00:08:53.340 was so cold. So terribly, unnaturally cold.  And as the thing that he’d once thought was   00:08:53.340 --> 00:08:58.080 a person turned around and looked at him,  he felt that same cold deep in his chest. 00:08:58.080 --> 00:09:03.600 The skin of the person’s face doesn’t fit.  It looks old and yellowish, rotten, even,   00:09:03.600 --> 00:09:09.180 like a poorly-fitting Halloween mask. The man’s  eyes are blank, almost glowing in the gloom of   00:09:09.180 --> 00:09:14.280 the area. But the second it registers the presence  of the office worker, there’s a terrible, sickly   00:09:14.280 --> 00:09:20.040 glint in its eye, something unmistakable as the  way that a ravenous predator sizes up its prey. 00:09:20.040 --> 00:09:22.740 New skin… 00:09:22.740 --> 00:09:27.420 As the man backs away, the creature  begins shambling toward him. It reaches   00:09:27.420 --> 00:09:31.860 up and grabs hold of its rotten skin mask,  pulling it away to reveal a doughy, white,   00:09:31.860 --> 00:09:36.240 inhuman face underneath, its uneven mouth  showing off rows of needle-sharp teeth. 00:09:36.240 --> 00:09:40.080 What the office worker didn’t know,  but could probably have guessed,   00:09:40.080 --> 00:09:45.780 was that this creature is known as a Skin Stealer  - And I’ll give you three guesses as to what this   00:09:45.780 --> 00:09:49.740 skin stealer wants to do with this unfortunate  office worker if it got its hands on him. 00:09:50.280 --> 00:09:53.760 The fear turns the office worker around  and sends him running into the distance,   00:09:53.760 --> 00:09:58.740 weaving back through corridors and halls until  he finds himself in a bleak-looking storage area. 00:09:59.700 --> 00:10:04.440 He stops for a moment to catch his breath, and  this is where he runs into The Hounds. They’re   00:10:04.440 --> 00:10:08.940 feeding on the corpse of what might be another  unlucky explorer when he first finds them, but the   00:10:08.940 --> 00:10:13.560 second that he makes a sound in their presence,  they turn and face him. These ruthless and   00:10:13.560 --> 00:10:18.600 opportunistic predators will happily abandon  an old kill for a chance at some fresher meat. 00:10:18.600 --> 00:10:24.300 Of course, as you already know, the office worker  runs for his life as the Hounds give chase. He   00:10:24.300 --> 00:10:29.940 tries valiantly but gets trapped just like so  many others as the Hounds zero in. They pounce,   00:10:29.940 --> 00:10:35.220 ready to eat the unlucky office worker alive…  Until they’re cut off by the staccato rat a   00:10:35.220 --> 00:10:39.960 tat tat of machine guns. Bullets pepper the  Hounds, killing them in midair and causing   00:10:39.960 --> 00:10:45.180 their bodies to collapse limply to the ground at  the office worker’s feet. His life has been saved. 00:10:45.900 --> 00:10:50.220 He looks up and sees his rescuers:  Three men - Humans, real humans,   00:10:50.220 --> 00:10:55.560 this time! - each armed with a machine gun and  wearing cobbled-together tactical armor. They’re   00:10:55.560 --> 00:11:01.500 three members of an organization known as the  Major Explorer Group, or M.E.G. Think of them as   00:11:01.500 --> 00:11:07.080 the Backrooms equivalent of the SCP Foundation - A  large and highly organized group of humans devoted   00:11:07.080 --> 00:11:11.400 to cataloging any and all information about the  Backrooms and its many features and entities,   00:11:11.400 --> 00:11:14.760 while protecting their fellow human  beings from falling victim to them. 00:11:14.760 --> 00:11:18.420 And in the first stroke of luck that  the Office Worker has experienced   00:11:18.420 --> 00:11:22.260 since he touched that godforsaken glitched  chair and teleported into the Backrooms,   00:11:22.260 --> 00:11:27.900 Level 1 just so happened to be the location of  the M.E.G’s Base Alpha, one of their largest   00:11:27.900 --> 00:11:32.880 bases in the infinitely-layered extradimensional  horror show that is The Backrooms as a whole. 00:11:32.880 --> 00:11:37.620 After accepting all his tearful thank yous,  the three M.E.G soldiers begin leading the   00:11:37.620 --> 00:11:41.340 Office Worker back towards Base Alpha -  He’ll be much safer there, they tell him,   00:11:41.340 --> 00:11:46.500 surrounded by other heavily armed humans. They  have weapons, supplies, safe places to sleep,   00:11:46.500 --> 00:11:50.880 and of course, plenty of Almond Water to  drink. This is when the Office Worker,   00:11:50.880 --> 00:11:55.860 encouraged by all these positive developments,  makes the rookie mistake of asking the M.E.G   00:11:55.860 --> 00:11:59.280 soldiers if they know a way out of  the Backrooms, once and for all. 00:11:59.820 --> 00:12:05.760 His blood runs cold when he receives their answer:  There is no way out. Once you’re in the Backrooms,   00:12:05.760 --> 00:12:12.420 you’re stuck there forever. There’s no way to  escape. All you can do is either stay put and   00:12:12.420 --> 00:12:16.860 hope to survive, or keep descending levels  until you’re either killed by an entity,   00:12:16.860 --> 00:12:21.900 or find a place habitable enough to  hole up. The options are few and bleak. 00:12:22.620 --> 00:12:26.640 Of course, the Office Worker doesn’t want  to believe this. As he follows the trio of   00:12:26.640 --> 00:12:30.360 grim soldiers, he thinks that maybe their  time here has just caused them to give up   00:12:30.360 --> 00:12:34.620 hope. There has to be a way out here; he just  needs to keep searching until he finds it… 00:12:35.280 --> 00:12:39.720 Suddenly, the three soldiers come to a halt.  They’ve passed into another warehouse area by now,   00:12:39.720 --> 00:12:44.460 filled with crates and more exposed pipes. It  takes the office worker a second to even notice   00:12:44.460 --> 00:12:48.780 what’s caused the soldiers to stop, and that’s  when he sees the little girl in the black dress,   00:12:48.780 --> 00:12:53.160 with long, black hair covering her  face, standing right in front of them. 00:12:53.160 --> 00:12:57.960 That’s also when the Office Worker notices that  these soldiers haven’t just stopped to observe;   00:12:57.960 --> 00:13:00.600 they’re frozen in wide-eyed terror. 00:13:01.200 --> 00:13:02.580 All from just a little girl? 00:13:02.580 --> 00:13:08.100 But then the little girl looks up, and the  Office Worker lets out an involuntary terrified   00:13:08.100 --> 00:13:14.460 scream. The little girl has no face - Just a  blank, smooth surface. And in her tiny hand,   00:13:14.460 --> 00:13:19.860 she’s clutching a rusty, serrated blade. That  would be frightening enough in and of itself,   00:13:19.860 --> 00:13:25.380 but the Office Worker soon realizes why these  three M.E.G soldiers are really so afraid. 00:13:25.380 --> 00:13:30.000 Suddenly, more of these faceless children start  popping up from every angle. They enter from   00:13:30.000 --> 00:13:34.740 the halls, they pop up from behind the crates and  from underexposed pipes. All of them are carrying   00:13:34.740 --> 00:13:39.840 weapons: Knives, hammers, meat hooks, scissors,  and some even have shards of broken glass. 00:13:39.840 --> 00:13:44.580 These are Child Facelings, another  common hostile entity that calls many   00:13:44.580 --> 00:13:49.800 of the Backrooms levels their homes. Their adult  counterparts are harmless - They’re just regular   00:13:49.800 --> 00:13:55.320 humans without faces - but Child Facelings are  vicious, unpredictable, and highly sadistic. 00:13:55.920 --> 00:13:59.880 They converge on the M.E.G. soldiers before  any of them can even discharge their weapons,   00:13:59.880 --> 00:14:04.560 and begin horribly murdering each and every  one of them. All the Office Worker can do is   00:14:04.560 --> 00:14:08.700 run and hope that they don’t get him too,  but as soon as they notice him fleeing,   00:14:08.700 --> 00:14:11.760 some of the blade-wielding Child  Facelings immediately give chase. 00:14:12.540 --> 00:14:15.840 But on the way out into the hall, the  Office Worker makes another small,   00:14:15.840 --> 00:14:21.000 seemingly insignificant choice that once again  changes the course of his life. With his legs   00:14:21.000 --> 00:14:25.080 threatening to give way from the fear he’s been  experiencing, the Office Worker steadies himself   00:14:25.080 --> 00:14:29.940 against a wall. It meant nothing to him at  the time, but this wall is slightly darker   00:14:29.940 --> 00:14:33.720 than the other ones around it. Walls that  are darker than others in abandoned areas,   00:14:33.720 --> 00:14:39.300 much like glitched chairs, are a common method  of noclipping into or through the Backrooms. 00:14:39.900 --> 00:14:44.340 In a flash, that tiny, innocuous action  saves the Office Worker from the clutches   00:14:44.340 --> 00:14:49.260 of the sadistic Child Facelings, and  transports him to Level 2 - Pipe Dreams. 00:14:49.260 --> 00:14:54.060 As you’ve probably gathered by now, the  Backrooms is a multi-layered exodimension,   00:14:54.060 --> 00:14:57.960 with each layer exhibiting its own  unique look, ecology, environment,   00:14:57.960 --> 00:15:03.540 and anomalous properties, though some levels have  similarities, especially early on. Pipe Dreams,   00:15:03.540 --> 00:15:07.260 as the name suggests, are a series of  tunnels, firing off in every direction,   00:15:07.260 --> 00:15:11.280 and held together by an immense number  of pipes of all shapes and sizes. 00:15:11.880 --> 00:15:15.840 When the Office Worker arrives here, he  can immediately feel his claustrophobia   00:15:15.840 --> 00:15:20.280 setting in - Though he’s slightly more relieved  that he’s no longer being chased by a gang of   00:15:20.280 --> 00:15:25.140 faceless children with knives. He takes a second  to steady himself, breathing in and out as much   00:15:25.140 --> 00:15:30.360 as he can in this dark, humid space. He takes  the Almond Water container out of his pocket   00:15:30.360 --> 00:15:36.060 and treats himself to a quick swig that mellows  him out slightly. Now, he has to keep moving. 00:15:36.780 --> 00:15:39.840 The Office Worker begins walking  down the length of the first tunnel,   00:15:39.840 --> 00:15:45.420 trying to avoid the occasional jets of boiling hot  steam that burst from the many hissing pipes. Just   00:15:45.420 --> 00:15:49.320 as he’s beginning to feel a pang of regret for  not grabbing one of the soldiers’ machine guns,   00:15:49.320 --> 00:15:53.520 he spots a person crouching in the tunnel in  front of him, hunched over in what looks like   00:15:53.520 --> 00:15:58.560 terrible pain. The Office Worker approaches  more cautiously this time, knowing that this   00:15:58.560 --> 00:16:03.120 awful place has pulled tricks on him before with  things that seemed human, but very much weren’t. 00:16:03.660 --> 00:16:06.060 The man on the ground, through groans of pain,   00:16:06.060 --> 00:16:12.180 begs the Office Worker to stay back. Something  terrible is happening. He’s… Changing. 00:16:12.840 --> 00:16:16.560 The Office Worker watches in horror as  the human being crouching before him   00:16:16.560 --> 00:16:21.840 begins transforming into something altogether  more monstrous - his skin becomes raw and red,   00:16:21.840 --> 00:16:28.080 blotching and bloating until it looks less  like human skin and more like hamburger meat.   00:16:28.080 --> 00:16:32.220 His eyes become large and goggling,  his teeth sharpen and grow out at   00:16:32.220 --> 00:16:36.240 unnatural angles. His fingernails  extend into long, ragged claws. 00:16:36.900 --> 00:16:41.400 He’s given in to a terrible Backrooms  affliction known as The Wretched Cycle,   00:16:41.400 --> 00:16:47.220 becoming a being known as a Wretch. Anyone  who loses all hope in the Backrooms undergoes   00:16:47.220 --> 00:16:51.660 the possibility of becoming a Wretch - The  best cures are to keep your spirits high,   00:16:51.660 --> 00:16:57.600 drink plenty of Almond Water, and of course, stay  away from already infected Wretches at all costs. 00:16:58.200 --> 00:17:01.620 The Office Worker definitely doesn’t  need to be told that third one. 00:17:01.620 --> 00:17:06.300 He turns and runs for his life, as the Wretch  gurgles and screams deranged nonsense behind   00:17:06.300 --> 00:17:11.940 him. The Office Worker isn’t enjoying his new life  in The Backrooms - From paranoia-inducing sounds,   00:17:11.940 --> 00:17:15.600 to wall-warping clawed beasts,  to skin-stealing monstrosities,   00:17:15.600 --> 00:17:20.640 to human-like Hounds, to knife-wielding faceless  children, to the horrors of the Wretches. 00:17:20.640 --> 00:17:25.020 And to think, he’s only got an  infinity of other levels to go… 00:17:25.560 --> 00:17:30.780 Check out the Dr. Bob Patreon and become a junior  researcher today! Now go and watch another entry   00:17:30.780 --> 00:17:36.720 from the files of Dr. Bob, like SCP-674 The  Exposition Gun Makes Nintendo Real Life.