WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.180 --> 00:00:02.880 If he breathes, the bear will see him. 00:00:03.420 --> 00:00:06.720 Lying flat on his stomach, the  Boy has no choice but to watch   00:00:06.720 --> 00:00:10.800 as the hulking brute eats his  father before his very eyes. 00:00:10.800 --> 00:00:15.540 Lying in the thicket just a few trees away,  the Boy knows that any small movement he   00:00:15.540 --> 00:00:20.280 makes could prove fatal. A bear this  large, hunting for its hibernation,   00:00:20.280 --> 00:00:25.440 will have no issue chasing him down in a split  second and doing exactly what it did to his   00:00:25.440 --> 00:00:32.220 father to him. The Boy is utterly powerless.  All he can do is stay deathly still and watch. 00:00:32.880 --> 00:00:36.660 They’d found the tracks too late. On the  way back to camp, they’d been following   00:00:36.660 --> 00:00:40.980 the wooded cliff that lines the ocean’s edge.  Bows and salmon slung over their shoulders,   00:00:40.980 --> 00:00:45.360 they had been so proud of their catch and the  prospect of bringing it back to the tribe that   00:00:45.360 --> 00:00:49.500 they hadn’t kept their wits about them. By the  time they’d seen the enormous prints in the dirt,   00:00:49.500 --> 00:00:53.820 the sound of lumbering footsteps were already  echoing through the trees behind them. 00:00:54.360 --> 00:00:58.140 The Boy’s bow is too far out of reach,  he’d dropped it when his father pushed   00:00:58.140 --> 00:01:00.900 him into the thicket. He’s got  the knife hanging at his side,   00:01:00.900 --> 00:01:05.460 but he doubts it's long enough to even get  through the bear’s fatty hide. In contrast,   00:01:05.460 --> 00:01:10.320 the only thing protecting him from its bite is  the leather hide slung across his shoulders and   00:01:10.320 --> 00:01:15.360 a woven garment from the tribe’s elders.  One slash of the bear’s claw and he’d be… 00:01:15.360 --> 00:01:20.880 A breeze ruffles his hair. The Boy’s eyes  widen in horror. That wind hadn’t come from   00:01:20.880 --> 00:01:26.520 in front of him, but from behind. Blowing  his scent - his fear - directly towards   00:01:26.520 --> 00:01:31.140 the bear’s nostrils. The Boy plants his muddy  palms into the dirt, staring at the animal.   00:01:31.140 --> 00:01:36.960 Its nostril twitches. Then twitches again.  It half turns its head, sniffing the air. 00:01:36.960 --> 00:01:40.440 Maybe it won’t bother with him.  The bear’s turning back to its   00:01:40.440 --> 00:01:45.180 meal already. The Boy lets out a  sigh of relief. And a twig snaps. 00:01:45.180 --> 00:01:49.620 The bear snarls and whips its head around.  For a second, the two of them lock eyes,   00:01:49.620 --> 00:01:55.980 predator and prey, then the Boy takes off running.  Fast as he can, he leaps through the undergrowth,   00:01:55.980 --> 00:02:00.660 ferns and nettles whipping at his shins. He  fumbles the knife out of its sheath and slings the   00:02:00.660 --> 00:02:05.400 water skin off his shoulder, throwing it wildly  behind him. He doesn’t know if he hit the bear,   00:02:05.400 --> 00:02:09.420 he doesn’t have time to turn around and  see. It’s going to be on him in an instant. 00:02:09.420 --> 00:02:13.740 Up ahead, he sees sunlight streaming  through the thick trees. The cliff edge,   00:02:13.740 --> 00:02:19.260 if he can just get to that, maybe he can  climb down and- no, there’s no time. Besides,   00:02:19.260 --> 00:02:25.440 bears are better climbers, better swimmers… better  runners. All the Boy can hope for is that he’s a   00:02:25.440 --> 00:02:29.820 better jumper. Him and the boys from the tribe  have lept off plenty of cliffs along the shore,   00:02:29.820 --> 00:02:33.420 but never these ones. There are  too many rocks, too many shallows. 00:02:33.960 --> 00:02:39.060 But the thundering of four enormous paws behind  him is looming and larger and larger. He can   00:02:39.060 --> 00:02:43.980 almost feel the bear’s hot breath on the back  of his neck. There’s nothing for it, here goes. 00:02:43.980 --> 00:02:48.660 The trees clear, the sun blasts his  skin, a claw slashes at his back,   00:02:48.660 --> 00:02:53.880 and the Boy launches himself into the air. The  wind carries him. The weightlessness of wheeling   00:02:53.880 --> 00:02:58.200 his arms and legs through the empty sky is  almost enough to make him laugh with joy,   00:02:58.200 --> 00:03:05.040 until the Boy looks down. The cliff is higher,  much, much higher than he’d realized. His momentum   00:03:05.040 --> 00:03:09.720 carries his torso forwards into a tumble.  He’s not going to land straight. And he can   00:03:09.720 --> 00:03:15.060 see jagged rocks everywhere beneath him. The  Boy closes his eyes and crashes into the sea. 00:03:15.060 --> 00:03:20.220 All of the air is slammed out of his lungs.  His knee hits something hard and sharp in the   00:03:20.220 --> 00:03:25.080 water. A swell throws him away from the shore  and pulls him deep. Without air in his chest,   00:03:25.080 --> 00:03:31.800 he can’t float. Kicking hard as he can, the Boy  swims upwards, eyes still screwed shut. His face   00:03:31.800 --> 00:03:36.900 bashes into a sandy rock. No, that’s not upwards.  Which was is it? Which was should he swim? 00:03:36.900 --> 00:03:40.980 The ocean current rolls him over  and over. Darkness fills his mind. 00:03:41.640 --> 00:03:46.260 But his feet find a hard surface, and he pushes  against it, launching himself through the water,   00:03:46.260 --> 00:03:50.220 kicking hard as he can. The darkness fades. Light! 00:03:50.220 --> 00:03:53.640 The Boy’s head breaches the  water, and he splutters for air,   00:03:53.640 --> 00:03:58.080 rubbing the water out of his eyes, he looks  around wildly. The sea has carried him away   00:03:58.080 --> 00:04:02.280 from the cliff and out into open water. It’s  lifting and dropping him with each wave,   00:04:02.280 --> 00:04:05.460 carrying him this way and that  like a flower in the wind. 00:04:05.460 --> 00:04:12.840 And there, traversing the cliff face, scrambling  down the rocks, is the bear. The Boy’s stomach   00:04:12.840 --> 00:04:18.000 turns. It reaches the bottom of the cliff and sees  him there in the water. Tipping back its head,   00:04:18.000 --> 00:04:23.520 it roars at an almighty volume, deafening the  Boy over the sound of the waters. Even from this   00:04:23.520 --> 00:04:28.620 distance, the animal looks impossibly large. It  dwarfs the boulders that line the water’s edge. 00:04:29.460 --> 00:04:34.020 It slips into the water, barely making a  ripple, and kicks off from the shore. Going   00:04:34.020 --> 00:04:38.880 straight for him, the bear is covering the  distance so fast he only has seconds left.   00:04:38.880 --> 00:04:43.200 With barely the strength to keep himself  afloat, the Boy knows he’ll never be able   00:04:43.200 --> 00:04:48.360 to outswim this creature. Instead, he takes  a deep breath and looks up at the woods,   00:04:48.360 --> 00:04:51.540 remembering all of the happy moments  he’d spent in there with his father. 00:04:51.540 --> 00:04:55.980 A current swells beneath the Boy and  almost throws him out of the water. An   00:04:55.980 --> 00:05:01.500 enormous shadow flies through the depth beneath  him. A whale? It couldn’t be. Whatever it is,   00:05:01.500 --> 00:05:06.900 the shadow is swimming straight at the advancing  bear. So fixated on its prey, the bear doesn’t   00:05:06.900 --> 00:05:13.320 even notice what’s approaching until it’s too late The ocean explodes. A blast of water, as tall as   00:05:13.320 --> 00:05:17.700 the cliffs themselves, shoots up into the  air and showers the Boy’s head. Somewhere   00:05:17.700 --> 00:05:22.680 in the midst of the spray, a monster erupts from  the depths. Snappings its jaw around the bear,   00:05:22.680 --> 00:05:27.720 it lifts the animal into the air, and throws  it against the cliff. The impact is so strong,   00:05:27.720 --> 00:05:32.520 that a small landslide follows the bear’s rolling  body as it tumbles back towards the water. 00:05:32.520 --> 00:05:37.740 But the Boy has eyes only for the monster  emerging from the sea. Crawling up the   00:05:37.740 --> 00:05:41.700 rocks with one gnarled foot after another, the  Boy can hardly make sense of what he’s looking   00:05:41.700 --> 00:05:47.220 at. It seems to have some kind of scaly hide,  harder than the rocks surrounding it. A wave   00:05:47.220 --> 00:05:52.200 crashes against the monster as it leers over the  bear and sinks its teeth into the animal’s hide. 00:05:52.200 --> 00:05:57.600 Unable to look away, the Boy kicks out and  starts swimming away up the coast. Only once   00:05:57.600 --> 00:06:01.620 he’s a long way around the bay does he  dare to clamber out and back onto land. 00:06:01.620 --> 00:06:04.560 That night, once the rest of  the tribe have gone to sleep,   00:06:04.560 --> 00:06:10.080 the Boy can’t help but lie wide awake in his  tent. Without his father here, it’s just… it’s   00:06:10.080 --> 00:06:16.140 not the same. Quietly rolling up the hide doorway,  the Boy slips out into the night. They’re camped   00:06:16.140 --> 00:06:21.360 by a small cave with beautiful smooth walls  inside. They say it’s the cave of their ancestors,   00:06:21.360 --> 00:06:26.400 the place where all life started. The  fire in the cave has to always burn. 00:06:27.180 --> 00:06:32.640 Fortunately for him, the cave is empty. The  Boy stares up at the wall in wonder. Finger   00:06:32.640 --> 00:06:38.580 drawings of animals, hunters, mothers, shamans,  gods, and forests fill almost every part of it.   00:06:38.580 --> 00:06:43.560 Only one space remains in the corner, a finger  painting of the rocky cliffs with the swelling   00:06:43.560 --> 00:06:49.860 sea beneath. Dipping his finger into the paint,  the Boy sits by the wall and starts to paint. A   00:06:49.860 --> 00:06:54.180 terrible monster crawling out of the sea,  with a scaly hide stronger than any rock.  00:06:54.900 --> 00:06:55.740 ‘That’s it.’ 00:06:55.740 --> 00:06:58.380 ‘You know that just from some finger painting?’ 00:06:58.380 --> 00:07:01.920 The Archeologist turns to the group of  researchers surrounding him in the cave.   00:07:01.920 --> 00:07:07.080 UV lights are set up all along the walls. With  the blue and violet shapes revealed all across   00:07:07.080 --> 00:07:11.400 the stonework, the Archeologist can’t help  but empathize with the spiritualism of their   00:07:11.400 --> 00:07:14.880 long-forgotten ancestors who’d lived  in these caves thousands of years ago. 00:07:15.600 --> 00:07:19.020 The Professor was the one who  asked the question. A cold woman,   00:07:19.020 --> 00:07:23.280 standing well over six feet tall with  a crop of fiery ginger hair. To him,   00:07:23.280 --> 00:07:27.540 she seems less of a scientist and more of  a military leader. But what does he know? 00:07:27.540 --> 00:07:30.360 ‘Walk with me,’ she says and  leads him out of the cave. 00:07:30.360 --> 00:07:35.460 Personnel fills the surrounding area, most  of them are armed. Cranes lift huge sheets   00:07:35.460 --> 00:07:40.020 of reinforced lead plating into place. Several  mysterious vats line the edge of the forest,   00:07:40.020 --> 00:07:43.860 each adorned with more warning and hazard  signs than you’d see in a nuclear power   00:07:43.860 --> 00:07:48.000 station. The two of them have to pause for  a moment as three tanks roll past them. 00:07:48.000 --> 00:07:50.160 The Archeologist breaks the silence. 00:07:50.160 --> 00:07:54.360 ‘You know the reason I started all my research in  the first place? Did I ever tell you that story?   00:07:54.360 --> 00:07:59.460 Every early civilization in the world - whether  it’s Ancient China, Mesopotamia, South America,   00:07:59.460 --> 00:08:04.200 Northern Europe - all these cultures, you take a  look at their mythology, and what do you find?’ 00:08:04.200 --> 00:08:08.700 The Professor ignores him, instead choosing  to bark orders at a group of agents talking   00:08:08.700 --> 00:08:12.600 over coffee. They all immediately dump  their drinks and get back to work. 00:08:12.600 --> 00:08:18.840 ‘What one thing do they all talk about, even  though it never existed? Dragons. All these   00:08:18.840 --> 00:08:22.980 disparate people with no contact with one another,  all of them still draw pictures of dragons.’ 00:08:22.980 --> 00:08:27.120 The Professor stops walking at the edge of  the cliff. The pair of them stand there,   00:08:27.120 --> 00:08:31.380 surveying the vast ocean stretching out  in front of them as researchers, agents,   00:08:31.380 --> 00:08:36.120 and workers rush around behind them. After a  long pause, the Professor asks him to proceed. 00:08:36.120 --> 00:08:38.700 ‘In Ancient Hebrew texts, when they talk about   00:08:38.700 --> 00:08:42.360 God creating the world in seven  days, what happens on day five?’ 00:08:42.360 --> 00:08:45.480 The Professor flicks the hair out  of her eyes and replies curtly:   00:08:45.480 --> 00:08:48.180 ‘God created fish in the  sea and birds in the sky.’ 00:08:49.140 --> 00:08:53.100 ‘Not exactly. Look at the original  Hebrew. He created all of the fish   00:08:53.100 --> 00:08:57.709 that team in the sea sure, but he  also created ‘leviathan’. A serpent   00:08:57.709 --> 00:09:00.420 like monster from the depths,  as old as the world itself.’ 00:09:00.420 --> 00:09:02.220 ‘You think that’s what we’re dealing with?’ 00:09:02.880 --> 00:09:05.940 ‘Maybe… or something worse.’ 00:09:06.540 --> 00:09:10.560 By nightfall, preparations are operational.  Enormous flood lights switch on,   00:09:10.560 --> 00:09:14.580 one after another, illuminating an enormous  steel box with an open lid at the top,   00:09:14.580 --> 00:09:18.840 surrounded by armed agents, huge net  launchers, and several tanks. It all   00:09:18.840 --> 00:09:21.780 seems a bit excessive as far as  the Archeologist is concerned. 00:09:21.780 --> 00:09:25.800 He isn’t officially still supposed to be  here, but in all of the scramble for the   00:09:25.800 --> 00:09:29.160 Foundation to get the capture site ready,  no one noticed that he had stuck around.   00:09:29.820 --> 00:09:33.960 From the viewing platform several hundred  meters away, he has to watch it all unfold   00:09:33.960 --> 00:09:38.640 through a pair of binoculars. Out above the  water, suspended from one of the cranes, is an   00:09:38.640 --> 00:09:43.140 elephant carcass. The Professor told him that the  Foundation had even marinated it for extra flavor. 00:09:43.140 --> 00:09:48.060 He had only been recruited into this project a  couple of months ago, but from what he could tell,   00:09:48.060 --> 00:09:51.540 it’s been an ongoing priority for  the Foundation for several years now.   00:09:52.140 --> 00:09:56.460 The scale of the operation of just setting  up at this site is already mind-boggling,   00:09:56.460 --> 00:10:00.960 but they’ve been chasing up leads like  this for years now. Arriving at scenes   00:10:00.960 --> 00:10:04.500 they suspect this creature has been sighted  in the past and setting up traps for it. 00:10:04.500 --> 00:10:09.540 He was only brought in out of desperation. The  Foundation had exhausted all recent hunting   00:10:09.540 --> 00:10:14.340 grounds and was trying to cast the net even wider.  He’d just been quietly working on his university   00:10:14.340 --> 00:10:18.960 research paper about ancient reptile drawings when  the agents had let themselves into his office. 00:10:18.960 --> 00:10:23.340 But staring through his binoculars  now, the Archeologist knows there’s no   00:10:23.340 --> 00:10:26.520 chance of this operation actually  working. They have floodlights,   00:10:26.520 --> 00:10:30.840 for crying out loud. No intelligent predator  would come anywhere near that elephant carcass. 00:10:31.440 --> 00:10:36.540 Movement. Not in the waters or in any of the  lit-up areas. No, there’s something in the forest   00:10:36.540 --> 00:10:41.760 line, just behind a group of researchers. He  reaches instinctively for his walkie-talkie, then   00:10:41.760 --> 00:10:46.560 stops himself. How many times had he got jittery  before and reported something preemptively? The   00:10:46.560 --> 00:10:50.520 agents already don’t take him seriously  as it is. He can’t be jumping at shadows. 00:10:50.520 --> 00:10:55.440 But there it is again. A shape moving fast  through the trees. He scans the binoculars   00:10:55.440 --> 00:10:58.620 this way and that, trying to find it.  Just a group of researchers there,   00:10:58.620 --> 00:11:02.220 some agents there, supply crates,  researchers, agents, wait.   00:11:02.760 --> 00:11:07.560 Weren’t there more of them a second ago?  He looks closer. Someone’s gone missing. 00:11:08.100 --> 00:11:09.180 He clicks on the radio. 00:11:10.380 --> 00:11:11.580 ‘South lookout team, report in.’ 00:11:12.240 --> 00:11:12.780 Nothing. 00:11:12.780 --> 00:11:14.460 ‘South lookout team.’ 00:11:14.460 --> 00:11:18.540 A sickening feeling settles in his stomach.  With all those bright lights everywhere,   00:11:18.540 --> 00:11:22.380 they are casting a lot of dark  shadows. He has to do something fast. 00:11:22.380 --> 00:11:26.640 Running down from the lookout point, the  Archeologist takes off running through the   00:11:26.640 --> 00:11:31.020 trees to the site. He holds his radio up to his  mouth as he goes, trying to get anyone to respond,   00:11:31.020 --> 00:11:34.980 but it’s hopeless. The thicket cracks and  crunches under his feet as he tries to   00:11:34.980 --> 00:11:39.480 make his way through the dark woods, ignoring the  feeling that crawls up his neck of being watched. 00:11:39.480 --> 00:11:44.460 A boulder blocks his way. The Archeologist grabs  onto it with both hands and hauls himself on   00:11:44.460 --> 00:11:49.140 top of it, stopping for a moment to catch his  breath. From up here, he can see the floodlit   00:11:49.140 --> 00:11:53.640 capture site. The tanks and cranes still sit  rumbling ready to go at a moment’s notice,   00:11:53.640 --> 00:11:58.620 but he can’t see any ground crew anywhere.  He switches the radio to the open channel   00:11:58.620 --> 00:12:02.640 and calls out for anyone to respond. The  Professor’s voice crackles back at him. 00:12:02.640 --> 00:12:05.116 ‘What are you still doing here? This is a highly   00:12:05.116 --> 00:12:07.980 dangerous operation that you  don’t have clearance for!’ 00:12:07.980 --> 00:12:11.580 He yells at her to cancel it. They need  to evacuate the site immediately. It’s   00:12:11.580 --> 00:12:15.960 compromised. She laughs derisively  and cuts off the channel. No. She   00:12:15.960 --> 00:12:19.260 has to believe him! People are dying,  and more of them will if she doesn’t… 00:12:19.260 --> 00:12:22.140 The Archeologist whispers  to himself in the darkness. 00:12:22.860 --> 00:12:27.920 ‘It’s no monster. It’s just an innocent creature.  You’re playing with a power you don’t understand…’ 00:12:27.920 --> 00:12:33.960 It’s strange. For a moment, he swears he almost  hears a voice whispering something back to him in   00:12:33.960 --> 00:12:39.780 the woods, but when he looks around, he’s all on  his own. He has to keep moving, the creature could   00:12:39.780 --> 00:12:43.920 be anywhere. Hopping off the jagged boulder,  the Archeologist takes off running through the   00:12:43.920 --> 00:12:48.420 forest once more, looking over his shoulder  every few steps. The light must be playing   00:12:48.420 --> 00:12:52.620 tricks on him. In the darkness, he can’t see the  boulder he was standing on a moment ago anywhere. 00:12:52.620 --> 00:12:56.880 He bursts out of the treeline and into the  clearing right next to the steel box. A   00:12:56.880 --> 00:13:01.380 ramp leads up to the top of it with a large  trap door suspended over the open lid. Well,   00:13:01.380 --> 00:13:04.500 if he wants to be seen and heard,  that’s where he needs to go. 00:13:04.500 --> 00:13:09.360 The Archeologist runs up the ramp and waves  his hands wildly in the air. The tanks all turn   00:13:09.360 --> 00:13:13.800 their turrets to aim at him. The crane holding  the enormous steel lid for the enclosure looms   00:13:13.800 --> 00:13:18.960 menacingly above his head. And there, marching  out onto the field, looking absolutely furious,   00:13:18.960 --> 00:13:23.100 is the Professor. Her red hair looks  more like a ball of flames right now. 00:13:23.100 --> 00:13:25.440 ‘We need to evacuate the site now. It’s here!’ 00:13:26.040 --> 00:13:30.420 She snarls and marches up the ramp to meet him.  Jabbing a finger in the Archeologist’s face,   00:13:30.420 --> 00:13:33.000 he suddenly realizes how much taller she is. 00:13:33.000 --> 00:13:37.620 ‘You are not jeopardizing our one chance  of catching this thing. Get out of the way,   00:13:37.620 --> 00:13:41.160 or I will have you detained.  Besides, what evidence do you have?’ 00:13:41.160 --> 00:13:45.000 But the Archeologist isn’t  looking at her. Instead,   00:13:45.000 --> 00:13:49.980 his eyes stare in horror at the elephant  carcass suspended behind her. There was a   00:13:49.980 --> 00:13:55.440 huge, reptilian bite mark taken out of it. A  testing bite, like the ones given by sharks.   00:13:56.040 --> 00:14:00.660 She turns to follow his gaze, and all of her  rage is washed away in a sickening delight. 00:14:00.660 --> 00:14:02.700 ‘It’s here.’ 00:14:02.700 --> 00:14:06.060 A scream from the crane holding the  elephant makes them both jump. But   00:14:06.060 --> 00:14:09.660 by the time they look up at the cabin,  all they see is a hulking shadow leaping   00:14:09.660 --> 00:14:13.260 away into the darkness. The Professor  clicks on her walkie-talkie and starts   00:14:13.260 --> 00:14:18.960 issuing commands. No one responds, except the  tank crews. She tries again. Radio silence. 00:14:18.960 --> 00:14:23.700 Now the gravity of the situation really  starts to hit her. Eyes wide with panic,   00:14:23.700 --> 00:14:28.560 she runs off down the ramp, barking into her radio  and leaving the Archeologist up here on his own.   00:14:29.280 --> 00:14:34.920 Suddenly, under all of these lights, he feels  very exposed. It could be anywhere in the shadows. 00:14:34.920 --> 00:14:39.960 Footsteps. Heavy, planted footsteps tremor  through the ground. And out of the woods,   00:14:39.960 --> 00:14:45.060 walks the creature. Several meters long, fat  from all of its hunting, the beast that would   00:14:45.060 --> 00:14:50.820 soon be known as SCP-682 slinks into view.  It looks up at him, standing there on the   00:14:50.820 --> 00:14:55.620 trap door over a metal box and looks like it’s  almost ready to laugh at how easy this will be. 00:14:56.400 --> 00:14:57.240 BOOM! 00:14:57.240 --> 00:15:01.080 The tank blast hits the creature square  in the torso, knocking it sideways. 00:15:01.080 --> 00:15:02.160 BOOM! 00:15:02.160 --> 00:15:03.060 BOOM! 00:15:03.060 --> 00:15:03.560 BOOM! 00:15:04.320 --> 00:15:08.220 The three tanks open fire one after the  other, laying round after round into the   00:15:08.220 --> 00:15:13.560 colossal reptile, kicking more and more dust  into the air. Before long, there’s a crater   00:15:13.560 --> 00:15:19.020 in the ground so large that it looks almost like  an asteroid hit it. Smoke and dust fill the air. 00:15:19.620 --> 00:15:24.840 The Archeologist’s eyes fill with tears. That  majestic creature, roaming the earth long before   00:15:24.840 --> 00:15:32.460 mankind ever did, exterminated just like that.  Cowards, that’s what people really are. Cowards. 00:15:32.460 --> 00:15:38.040 But as the dust clears, a groaning sound  echoes around the clearing. The Archeologist   00:15:38.040 --> 00:15:42.780 shields his eyes and peers into the crater  as best as he can. But there’s nothing there. 00:15:42.780 --> 00:15:44.640 BOOM! 00:15:44.640 --> 00:15:48.720 He wheels around and almost falls  backwards in shock. The SCP has   00:15:48.720 --> 00:15:52.200 snuck through the haze and leaped  onto one of the tanks. It bites and   00:15:52.200 --> 00:15:55.440 tears at the armored bodywork,  doing all it can to destroy it.   00:15:56.100 --> 00:16:00.480 In a panic, two of the tanks point toward one  another and fire, destroying themselves in the   00:16:00.480 --> 00:16:05.940 process. The creature rounds on the remaining tank  and bites down hard on the barrel. The tank fires,   00:16:05.940 --> 00:16:11.460 the round going straight down the monster’s throat  and exploding inside its gut. The backdraft from   00:16:11.460 --> 00:16:15.600 the blast shoots back through the tank, and a  puff of smoke trails out of the hatch at the top. 00:16:15.600 --> 00:16:21.480 And suddenly, once again, the clearing is  quiet. Turning back to the Archeologist,   00:16:21.480 --> 00:16:28.380 SCP-682 slinks towards him, smoke still curling  up out of his leering teeth. With heavy thunking   00:16:28.380 --> 00:16:32.640 steps, it climbs the ramp towards him,  stopping just short of the trap door. 00:16:32.640 --> 00:16:38.640 The two of them stare each other in the eye,  predator and prey. Neither move for a moment,   00:16:38.640 --> 00:16:42.960 then it opens its mouth. The  Archeologist closes his eyes… 00:16:42.960 --> 00:16:48.720 ‘Do you know that you disgusting  creatures deserve this?” 00:16:48.720 --> 00:16:53.220 He opens them. Did the monster just speak? 00:16:54.000 --> 00:16:58.020 ‘What do they hope to accomplish by attacking me?” 00:16:59.040 --> 00:17:03.660 He gulps hard. That whisper he heard in  the woods. The rock he’d been standing on. 00:17:04.320 --> 00:17:10.200 ‘They’re scientists. Scientists always try to  learn more things, understand the world better.   00:17:11.280 --> 00:17:16.920 We think you can’t be killed. So we’re…  they’re testing their hypothesis.’ 00:17:16.920 --> 00:17:22.740 The creature growls. The stench of rotten  flesh fills the Archeologist’s nose. It   00:17:22.740 --> 00:17:26.340 takes a step towards him, then  another. The Archeologist runs,   00:17:26.340 --> 00:17:30.120 he’ll leap off the other end of the platform,  it’s a big jump, but he could make it. The   00:17:30.120 --> 00:17:34.560 predator’s breath is on the back of his neck.  He jumps, just as the trap door gives way. 00:17:35.340 --> 00:17:40.860 With an enormous thud, the SCP falls into the  steel enclosure. Before it has a chance to move,   00:17:40.860 --> 00:17:44.580 the crane unhitches the steel lid,  and it crashes down into place,   00:17:44.580 --> 00:17:49.980 sealing the monster inside. The Archeologist  lands in the dirt and rolls onto his back to   00:17:49.980 --> 00:17:53.460 see the Professor, wild-eyed and  cheering, up in the crane’s cabin. 00:17:53.460 --> 00:17:58.620 He lies there on his back panting and staring  up at the stars. A clunking sound echoes   00:17:58.620 --> 00:18:02.640 through the clearing, and the gurgle of a  liquid flowing through pipes. He sits up,   00:18:02.640 --> 00:18:06.540 adrenaline still pumping through him.  The Professor has plugged a pipe into   00:18:06.540 --> 00:18:10.080 the metal enclosure and is running  gallons and gallons of liquid into it. 00:18:10.080 --> 00:18:12.060 He follows the tube with his eyes,   00:18:12.060 --> 00:18:15.180 all the way to the enormous hazardous  vats on the edge of the clearing. 00:18:15.900 --> 00:18:17.220 Hydrochloric Acid. 00:18:17.760 --> 00:18:21.000 His eyes widen in horror.  The Professor laughs at him. 00:18:21.600 --> 00:18:26.460 ‘Come on, cheer up. We’re just scientists,  that’s what you said. Just testing a hypothesis!’ 00:18:28.260 --> 00:18:32.820 Check out the Dr. Bob Patreon and become  a junior researcher today! 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