WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.480 --> 00:00:05.549 Warning lights flash, and heavy boots stomp down the sanitized hallways of Site-19. 00:00:05.549 --> 00:00:11.390 A Mobile Task Force has been dispatched, wielding heavy weaponry and wearing tactical gear. 00:00:11.390 --> 00:00:15.610 But underneath their jet-black armor, these Mobile Task Operatives are sweating. 00:00:15.610 --> 00:00:20.730 The SCP they’re after has a very particular set of skills, skills that make them a nightmare 00:00:20.730 --> 00:00:23.020 to people like this team. 00:00:23.020 --> 00:00:28.160 Plainly put, anything that the Mobile Task Force can do, the anomaly can do better - Because 00:00:28.160 --> 00:00:34.770 the anomaly that chose to breach containment is SCP-056, codenamed A Beautiful Person. 00:00:34.770 --> 00:00:39.250 This shape-shifting being takes the form of a superior version of whatever object or entity 00:00:39.250 --> 00:00:43.390 it encounters, though typically only by a relatively slim margin. 00:00:43.390 --> 00:00:49.640 The Foundation has no real way of truly “containing” SCP-056, because of the unique nature of its 00:00:49.640 --> 00:00:51.219 anomalous abilities. 00:00:51.219 --> 00:00:56.270 Instead, their tactic has long been playing to the truly toxic ego of the creature - Designing 00:00:56.270 --> 00:01:01.410 the containment chamber more like a luxury hotel room, perfectly suited to 056’s refined 00:01:01.410 --> 00:01:02.410 taste. 00:01:02.410 --> 00:01:08.000 However, as a sentient being with a mean streak, keeping an entity like 056 permanently caged 00:01:08.000 --> 00:01:11.870 is rarely as simple as sprucing up said cage. 00:01:11.870 --> 00:01:17.850 Some days, like today, 056 will want a change of scenery - And on those days, there’s 00:01:17.850 --> 00:01:21.060 almost nothing the Foundation can do to stop it. 00:01:21.060 --> 00:01:26.020 As the Mobile Task Forces dispatched to Site-19 scan the halls and spool through security 00:01:26.020 --> 00:01:31.170 footage, desperately hoping to find some clue as to the vain creature’s presence, 056 00:01:31.170 --> 00:01:33.420 is actually long gone. 00:01:33.420 --> 00:01:37.710 Having assumed the form of a handsome, charming scientist after an average-looking scientist 00:01:37.710 --> 00:01:43.540 with bad social skills walked past its containment chamber, 056 had slipped out of the site undetected 00:01:43.540 --> 00:01:46.909 before anyone even realized that a breach had occurred. 00:01:46.909 --> 00:01:53.240 Then, seeing a vulture fly overhead, 056 had taken the form of a Bald Eagle and flown further, 00:01:53.240 --> 00:01:56.850 leaving the isolated Site-19 in the dust. 00:01:56.850 --> 00:02:01.579 056 is ready and eager for a night on the town, but when 056 decides it’s going to 00:02:01.579 --> 00:02:05.579 paint the town red, it doesn’t always mean it in the metaphorical sense. 00:02:05.579 --> 00:02:11.890 056 arrives in a small American town, like many that pop up along lonely desert highways. 00:02:11.890 --> 00:02:17.010 Noticing a plain, unremarkable woman walking past, it immediately transforms into an absolute 00:02:17.010 --> 00:02:21.550 stunner, with fine diamond jewelry and an expensive-looking red dress. 00:02:21.550 --> 00:02:25.800 As she walks to a local diner, she turns heads from everyone she passes, doing nothing to 00:02:25.800 --> 00:02:27.360 hide her conceited smirk. 00:02:27.360 --> 00:02:30.940 “I really should do this more often,” she thinks. 00:02:30.940 --> 00:02:36.650 When she passes a self-conscious-looking woman with a fake Gucci handbag, 056 suddenly manifests 00:02:36.650 --> 00:02:40.940 the real deal, brimming with stacks of cash and even more jewelry. 00:02:40.940 --> 00:02:45.670 Everywhere she goes, her mere presence makes people feel terrible about themselves, and 00:02:45.670 --> 00:02:47.740 she couldn’t be happier. 00:02:47.740 --> 00:02:51.940 She walks into a local diner, where a report on the radio is detailing abandoned, wrecked 00:02:51.940 --> 00:02:54.520 cars found along the side of a local highway. 00:02:54.520 --> 00:02:58.360 There were bodies inside in horrific states - So horrific that they couldn’t even share 00:02:58.360 --> 00:02:59.830 the details on the broadcast. 00:02:59.830 --> 00:03:03.250 But 056 doesn’t care about any of that. 00:03:03.250 --> 00:03:07.340 She simply orders some pancakes in the diner and rudely asks the cashier if he can break 00:03:07.340 --> 00:03:08.730 a hundred-dollar bill. 00:03:08.730 --> 00:03:12.310 When she receives her pancakes, she takes a single bite before throwing them at the 00:03:12.310 --> 00:03:16.390 wall and complaining about how terrible they are, then leaving. 00:03:16.390 --> 00:03:20.250 She takes joy in knowing how awful this will make people feel. 00:03:20.250 --> 00:03:24.590 On the way out, she decides to take a shortcut down a dark alley - Where a woman in expensive 00:03:24.590 --> 00:03:29.030 clothes carrying an expensive purse brimming with money is liable to attract the wrong 00:03:29.030 --> 00:03:30.580 kind of attention. 00:03:30.580 --> 00:03:34.530 Two muggers, one armed with a switchblade and the other armed with a gun, emerge from 00:03:34.530 --> 00:03:37.150 the darkness, wearing malicious grins. 00:03:37.150 --> 00:03:40.849 “That purse looks a little heavy there, lady,” one of the muggers says. 00:03:40.849 --> 00:03:43.420 “Yeah, how about you let us carry it for you?” 00:03:43.420 --> 00:03:44.780 the other adds. 00:03:44.780 --> 00:03:49.120 056 smiles and says, “Are you sure you have the upper body strength?” 00:03:49.120 --> 00:03:51.400 They don’t take kindly to this. 00:03:51.400 --> 00:03:55.170 As the two muggers prepare to beat this strange woman within an inch of her life and steal 00:03:55.170 --> 00:04:00.810 all her earthly belongings, she suddenly transforms - Shapeshifting into a ripped Kung Fu master 00:04:00.810 --> 00:04:02.430 in white robes. 00:04:02.430 --> 00:04:06.720 Before either of the muggers can respond to this baffling transformation, 056, in his 00:04:06.720 --> 00:04:11.079 Kung Fu master form, is beating the living hell out of them and leaving the dastardly 00:04:11.079 --> 00:04:16.389 duo in a crumpled heap on the floor as he walks away, whistling a merry tune. 00:04:16.389 --> 00:04:20.949 But making women feel inadequate, insulting small businesses, and beating up petty criminals 00:04:20.949 --> 00:04:23.509 isn’t enough for SCP-056. 00:04:23.509 --> 00:04:28.229 This thoroughly unpleasant anomaly has the need for speed, and the best way to achieve 00:04:28.229 --> 00:04:33.970 that need is to obtain a car - or perhaps, even better, become one. 00:04:33.970 --> 00:04:38.389 Not long after the thought passed his mind, 056 arrives at a parking lot. 00:04:38.389 --> 00:04:42.710 He looks over the various parked cars, most of which are unremarkable specimens. 00:04:42.710 --> 00:04:47.800 That is, until he comes across a parked Ferrari, and feels his imagination begin to soar with 00:04:47.800 --> 00:04:48.800 possibilities. 00:04:48.800 --> 00:04:49.800 “A Ferrari? 00:04:49.800 --> 00:04:52.830 Oh, I can do better than that.” 00:04:52.830 --> 00:04:58.650 In the following moments, SCP-056 flawlessly shapeshifts into a brand new, cherry red Bugatti 00:04:58.650 --> 00:05:02.430 sports car, and starts doing gleeful donuts in the parking lot. 00:05:02.430 --> 00:05:07.000 056 then put the pedal to the metal and sped out onto the road, where it could pick up 00:05:07.000 --> 00:05:08.560 some real speed. 00:05:08.560 --> 00:05:13.729 Having no idea that, for once, it would attract some attention it didn’t want. 00:05:13.729 --> 00:05:16.070 But 056 doesn’t care about that yet. 00:05:16.070 --> 00:05:20.560 It’s too focused on breaking its speedometer with sheer, insane speed, tearing down the 00:05:20.560 --> 00:05:26.080 highway at over a hundred miles an hour, then building, and building, and building. 00:05:26.080 --> 00:05:31.370 056 is lucky that there are seemingly no other cars on the road tonight - Well, except one 00:05:31.370 --> 00:05:33.860 that it notices far in the distance behind itself. 00:05:33.860 --> 00:05:37.150 Is that... a beat-up old police cruiser? 00:05:37.150 --> 00:05:39.050 How embarrassing. 00:05:39.050 --> 00:05:44.020 056 speeds up even more, hoping to leave the police cruiser as little more than a distant 00:05:44.020 --> 00:05:45.020 memory. 00:05:45.020 --> 00:05:46.419 But it doesn’t work out that way. 00:05:46.419 --> 00:05:51.900 Instead, the beat-up police cruiser miles behind 056’s sleek supercar begins to build 00:05:51.900 --> 00:05:53.610 in speed. 00:05:53.610 --> 00:05:58.790 Little by little, it seems to be doing the impossible: Catching up. 00:05:58.790 --> 00:06:03.639 Being a thoroughly arrogant and unpleasant anomaly, 056 doesn’t take the prospect of 00:06:03.639 --> 00:06:05.400 being humiliated lightly. 00:06:05.400 --> 00:06:10.210 It decides to take a sharp left turn off of the highway onto a mostly dirty side road, 00:06:10.210 --> 00:06:14.849 slowing down slightly, as though to challenge the police cruiser to carry on the chase. 00:06:14.849 --> 00:06:20.050 The police cruiser accepts the challenge, and makes the turn after 056 with shocking 00:06:20.050 --> 00:06:21.050 speed. 00:06:21.050 --> 00:06:25.949 How is this busted-up old police cruiser keeping pace with a brand-new anomalous Bugatti? 00:06:25.949 --> 00:06:29.349 056 doesn’t understand, but it won’t give in. 00:06:29.349 --> 00:06:33.020 It has to keep believing it’s the best, no matter what. 00:06:33.020 --> 00:06:37.900 056 tears off down the road until it reaches some dense woods with only a single dirt road 00:06:37.900 --> 00:06:39.400 cutting through the middle. 00:06:39.400 --> 00:06:43.550 The Bugatti’s wheels kick up mud and dry leaves, its roaring engine sending the animals 00:06:43.550 --> 00:06:45.590 of the forest scattering in every direction. 00:06:45.590 --> 00:06:50.050 And still, the police cruiser follows, its high beams cutting through the murky gloom 00:06:50.050 --> 00:06:51.470 of the forest. 00:06:51.470 --> 00:06:56.110 Suddenly, it goes from eerie silence, save for the roar of twin engines, to the flashes 00:06:56.110 --> 00:07:01.270 of red and blue lights and the shrill wail of the police cruiser’s siren. 056 finds 00:07:01.270 --> 00:07:06.349 the whole arrangement laughable - It’s escaped the SCP Foundation before, did some small-town 00:07:06.349 --> 00:07:09.000 cop really believe he could take 056 down? 00:07:09.000 --> 00:07:14.460 But what 056 doesn’t know is that it isn’t being followed by just any small-town cop. 00:07:14.460 --> 00:07:18.800 It gets a clue to the true horrifying nature of its pursuer when the Bugatti’s radio 00:07:18.800 --> 00:07:24.320 crackles into life, and a single phrase begins endlessly repeating, in a warped, scratchy 00:07:24.320 --> 00:07:25.760 voice, suffused with static. 00:07:25.760 --> 00:07:26.760 “Run! 00:07:26.760 --> 00:07:27.760 Run! 00:07:27.760 --> 00:07:28.760 Run! 00:07:28.760 --> 00:07:29.760 Run! 00:07:29.760 --> 00:07:30.760 Run! 00:07:30.760 --> 00:07:31.760 Run!” 00:07:31.760 --> 00:07:32.760 056 is at a loss. 00:07:32.760 --> 00:07:33.760 This doesn’t make sense. 00:07:33.760 --> 00:07:37.780 It shouldn’t be possible for any normal police cruiser to have this effect. 00:07:37.780 --> 00:07:38.780 Unless... 00:07:38.780 --> 00:07:44.110 Before 056 can even finish the thought, the police cruiser closes the distance in a single, 00:07:44.110 --> 00:07:45.590 freakish burst of speed. 00:07:45.590 --> 00:07:50.240 It smashes into the back of the Bugatti and rams it into a brutal tailspin, sending it 00:07:50.240 --> 00:07:54.259 skidding off the dirt road and crashing into the trees, where it flips twice, and comes 00:07:54.259 --> 00:07:56.250 to rest upside down. 00:07:56.250 --> 00:07:57.310 Totaled. 00:07:57.310 --> 00:08:01.270 Its radio still repeats that single warped, ominous word. 00:08:01.270 --> 00:08:02.270 “Run! 00:08:02.270 --> 00:08:03.270 Run! 00:08:03.270 --> 00:08:04.270 Run! 00:08:04.270 --> 00:08:05.270 Run!” 00:08:05.270 --> 00:08:09.150 056 is stunned as it lays, injured and in car form, against the cold and unyielding 00:08:09.150 --> 00:08:11.470 trees of this dark, isolated forest. 00:08:11.470 --> 00:08:13.150 How was that even possible!? 00:08:13.150 --> 00:08:14.950 It doesn’t make sense! 00:08:14.950 --> 00:08:18.729 Is this police cruiser some kind of undercover tactical vehicle in league with those worthless 00:08:18.729 --> 00:08:21.240 worms at the SCP Foundation? 00:08:21.240 --> 00:08:25.430 The police cruiser has ground to a halt on the dirt road, idling, its lights still cutting 00:08:25.430 --> 00:08:26.430 through the gloom. 00:08:26.430 --> 00:08:31.110 The driver’s door, marked with the words “Protect and Serve”, slides open, and 00:08:31.110 --> 00:08:33.110 a shadowy figure steps out. 00:08:33.110 --> 00:08:37.750 056 can immediately sense an inhuman presence in its midst. 00:08:37.750 --> 00:08:42.200 This may look like some doughy, middle-aged cop with a handlebar mustache, but that’s 00:08:42.200 --> 00:08:43.690 just a disguise. 00:08:43.690 --> 00:08:47.200 And if anyone understands disguises, it’s SCP-056. 00:08:47.200 --> 00:08:53.620 What 056 doesn’t know is that the entity about to attack it is, in fact, known to the 00:08:53.620 --> 00:08:57.030 SCP Foundation, but isn’t aligned with them in the slightest. 00:08:57.030 --> 00:09:04.230 They refer to it as SCP-973, codenamed Smokey, an anomalous police cruiser that contains 00:09:04.230 --> 00:09:05.640 a terrifying occupant. 00:09:05.640 --> 00:09:10.110 It’s known as one of the more deadly, mysterious, and sadistic creatures that the Foundation 00:09:10.110 --> 00:09:12.980 still hasn’t fully succeeded in containing. 00:09:12.980 --> 00:09:17.440 Any humans who fall prey to it have a terrifying demise in store for them, but how would an 00:09:17.440 --> 00:09:18.620 anomaly fare? 00:09:18.620 --> 00:09:20.820 We’re about to find out. 00:09:20.820 --> 00:09:25.690 Smokey, the nightmarish anomalous police officer, begins walking down the grassy bank towards 00:09:25.690 --> 00:09:27.300 the overturned Bugatti. 00:09:27.300 --> 00:09:29.339 His skin is paper-pale. 00:09:29.339 --> 00:09:32.540 His eyes glow a burning, brimstone red. 00:09:32.540 --> 00:09:36.839 He clenches his pale, veiny fists, excited by the thought of the coming violence. 00:09:36.839 --> 00:09:40.060 This idiot in the sports car really thought it could get away from him? 00:09:40.060 --> 00:09:42.180 No one gets away from Smokey. 00:09:42.180 --> 00:09:46.920 “Exit the vehicle, boy,” Smokey says, in a crackling southern drawl. 00:09:46.920 --> 00:09:49.630 “Or I’m gonna rip you out of it.” 00:09:49.630 --> 00:09:51.340 But Smokey doesn’t wait for an answer. 00:09:51.340 --> 00:09:55.940 He charges forward and digs his fingers into the metal of the car, displaying his terrifying 00:09:55.940 --> 00:09:57.830 superhuman strength. 00:09:57.830 --> 00:10:02.329 He begins tearing away parts of the car, peeling back panels of metal like a normal person 00:10:02.329 --> 00:10:03.700 would peel an orange. 00:10:03.700 --> 00:10:07.940 He imagines the terror of the person within, the sweet fruit under all these layers of 00:10:07.940 --> 00:10:08.940 obstruction. 00:10:08.940 --> 00:10:13.730 “Gonna get you, boy,” he repeats, voicing almost shaking with excitement. 00:10:13.730 --> 00:10:16.190 “Gonna get you, gonna get you. 00:10:16.190 --> 00:10:17.880 Gonna make you scream. 00:10:17.880 --> 00:10:20.190 Gonna make you scream like a scared little piggy...” 00:10:20.190 --> 00:10:24.360 Then suddenly, the car just vanishes. 00:10:24.360 --> 00:10:26.550 The chunks of metal he’s holding are gone. 00:10:26.550 --> 00:10:28.200 Smokey looks around, baffled. 00:10:28.200 --> 00:10:32.940 He’s done strange and terrible things on these roads, but this is still a new one, 00:10:32.940 --> 00:10:34.370 even for him. 00:10:34.370 --> 00:10:38.250 He looks up and stares into the darkness of the forest - The car is nowhere to be seen 00:10:38.250 --> 00:10:39.250 out there. 00:10:39.250 --> 00:10:40.990 “Where are you, boy?” 00:10:40.990 --> 00:10:41.990 Smokey rasps. 00:10:41.990 --> 00:10:44.500 “You think you can run from me?” 00:10:44.500 --> 00:10:49.139 Smokey hears a subdued scoff coming from behind the tree in front of him, followed by a tall, 00:10:49.139 --> 00:10:52.269 dark stranger stepping out into the dim light of the cruiser’s high beams. 00:10:52.269 --> 00:10:57.810 It’s SCP-056, but it isn’t taking the form of a luxury sports car anymore. 00:10:57.810 --> 00:11:04.130 Now, it’s taking the form of a cinematic legend: Dirty Harry, as played by Clint Eastwood. 00:11:04.130 --> 00:11:06.930 The ultimate “shoot first, ask questions later” cop. 00:11:06.930 --> 00:11:09.500 “You think I’m running from you, punk?” 00:11:09.500 --> 00:11:10.500 Harry asked. 00:11:10.500 --> 00:11:14.260 “Truth is, I was sick of looking at that ugly mug of yours. 00:11:14.260 --> 00:11:19.570 Figured I’d take five before I came back and put a bullet through it.” 00:11:19.570 --> 00:11:24.089 Smokey growls, his jaw unhinging and extending into a horrific black hole. 00:11:24.089 --> 00:11:28.260 “Not exactly disproving my point there, slick,” Harry chided. 00:11:28.260 --> 00:11:30.089 Smokey isn’t one for trading barbs. 00:11:30.089 --> 00:11:34.430 He runs towards Harry with his hands extended, claws growing out of the tips of his fingers. 00:11:34.430 --> 00:11:39.029 But Harry knows he’s dealing with a monster now, and he’s ready to fight back. 00:11:39.029 --> 00:11:42.769 Quicker than Smokey can even notice, Harry reaches into a holster in his coat and pulls 00:11:42.769 --> 00:11:48.700 out his trademark weapon: A 44 Magnum revolver, one of the most powerful revolvers ever made, 00:11:48.700 --> 00:11:50.900 and he’s a dead shot with it. 00:11:50.900 --> 00:11:55.430 Harry draws a bead on Smokey and fires a high-powered round through the monster’s forehead. 00:11:55.430 --> 00:11:59.769 Smokey is staggered for a moment, seemingly almost stunned by the shot, but the effects 00:11:59.769 --> 00:12:01.450 wear off quickly. 00:12:01.450 --> 00:12:04.760 Smokey roars and swings for Harry, who dodges in the nick of time. 00:12:04.760 --> 00:12:08.070 Smokey’s clawed hand tears through the bark of a nearby tree. 00:12:08.070 --> 00:12:13.700 056 buries a moment of quiet anxiety - It thinks, “Even for me, this thing is powerful. 00:12:13.700 --> 00:12:15.330 I need to watch my step.” 00:12:15.330 --> 00:12:19.260 “You oughta show me some respect, boy,” Smokey growls. 00:12:19.260 --> 00:12:22.209 “I’m a man of the law. 00:12:22.209 --> 00:12:24.519 You have no idea what you’re dealing with.” 00:12:24.519 --> 00:12:28.610 He swings again and again for Harry, forcing him further back into the forest. 00:12:28.610 --> 00:12:32.930 056 tries its best to maintain that unflappable Eastwood calm. 00:12:32.930 --> 00:12:37.750 “Respect is earned, not given, punk,” Harry says, leveling his Magnum. 00:12:37.750 --> 00:12:42.000 “You think you’re hot stuff cause you torture and terrorize? 00:12:42.000 --> 00:12:45.450 Putting down scum like you is exactly what I joined the force.” 00:12:45.450 --> 00:12:50.149 Harry unleashes, emptying the cylinder into Smokey’s center mass. 00:12:50.149 --> 00:12:51.149 Bang! 00:12:51.149 --> 00:12:52.149 Bang! 00:12:52.149 --> 00:12:53.149 Bang! 00:12:53.149 --> 00:12:54.149 Bang! 00:12:54.149 --> 00:12:55.149 Bang! 00:12:55.149 --> 00:12:58.389 Smokey’s body does the bullet dance as Harry’s Magnum rounds punch into him like hypersonic 00:12:58.389 --> 00:12:59.920 metal fists. 00:12:59.920 --> 00:13:02.810 Smokey digs his feet into the ground and steadies himself. 00:13:02.810 --> 00:13:06.610 Harry reaches into his pocket for some spare rounds, discharges the empty shells from the 00:13:06.610 --> 00:13:09.700 cylinder, and begins quickly reloading the revolver. 00:13:09.700 --> 00:13:10.960 Smokey gives him no quarter. 00:13:10.960 --> 00:13:15.389 The demonic cop charges forward and grabs Harry by the lapels of his suit jacket, lifting 00:13:15.389 --> 00:13:18.440 him off the ground and slamming his back into a nearby tree. 00:13:18.440 --> 00:13:22.110 The revolver falls from his hand and clatters to the forest floor. 00:13:22.110 --> 00:13:23.920 Smokey has the upper hand now. 00:13:23.920 --> 00:13:26.089 His grip is ironclad. 00:13:26.089 --> 00:13:31.140 It seems as though 056, even as Dirty Harry, won’t be able to escape this one. 00:13:31.140 --> 00:13:35.480 Smokey presses him against the tree until 056 can feel the bark creaking and his bones 00:13:35.480 --> 00:13:37.040 beginning to buckle. 00:13:37.040 --> 00:13:39.769 “Not so talky now, are we, boy?” 00:13:39.769 --> 00:13:40.769 Smokey snickers. 00:13:40.769 --> 00:13:42.900 “I’m gonna kill you slow. 00:13:42.900 --> 00:13:44.460 You’re gonna beg for mercy.” 00:13:44.460 --> 00:13:49.320 “You’re a good fighter,” 056 said, beginning to shift. 00:13:49.320 --> 00:13:50.940 “But I’m better.” 00:13:50.940 --> 00:13:57.730 Moments later, SCP-056 is no longer Dirty Harry - Now, he’s John Wick, the movie super-assassin 00:13:57.730 --> 00:14:01.090 specialized in almost every form of combat. 00:14:01.090 --> 00:14:04.470 Smokey is briefly confused, and 056 takes advantage of that. 00:14:04.470 --> 00:14:09.990 With a few expert strikes to Smokey’s face, 056 is able to wriggle out of his grip and 00:14:09.990 --> 00:14:13.110 kick Smokey in the chest, creating some distance between them. 00:14:13.110 --> 00:14:14.170 “Let’s go. 00:14:14.170 --> 00:14:20.320 It’s been too long since I’ve had a decent workout,” 056, as John Wick, says. 00:14:20.320 --> 00:14:24.880 Smokey reaches for John Wick, but John, drawing upon his years of combat experience, blocks 00:14:24.880 --> 00:14:29.829 Smokey’s attack and returns a brutal flurry of blows to Smokey’s face and chest. 00:14:29.829 --> 00:14:34.589 Every time Smokey swings with his supernatural strength, 056 swipes at his arms and uses 00:14:34.589 --> 00:14:36.690 his momentum against him. 00:14:36.690 --> 00:14:42.360 While Smokey clearly has the strength advantage, by the nature of SCP-056’s anomalous ability, 00:14:42.360 --> 00:14:45.110 this form clearly trounces Smokey in terms of skill. 00:14:45.110 --> 00:14:50.300 Part of 056 is afraid, having rarely been met with this level of resistance. 00:14:50.300 --> 00:14:54.980 Another part of 056 is exhilarated - Getting to be better than an entity this formidable 00:14:54.980 --> 00:14:56.870 is a truly thrilling experience. 00:14:56.870 --> 00:15:02.050 “You’re really starting to get on my nerves, boy,” Smokey says, pulling out a nightstick 00:15:02.050 --> 00:15:03.260 from his police belt. 00:15:03.260 --> 00:15:07.130 056 drew a long, titanium combat knife out of his coat. 00:15:07.130 --> 00:15:11.269 “Prove it,” he says, assuming a knife-fighting stance. 00:15:11.269 --> 00:15:15.550 Smokey swings for 056 with his night stick, who blocks it with the edge of his blade. 00:15:15.550 --> 00:15:20.360 What follows is almost a kind of sword fight, where 056 and Smokey take turns striking and 00:15:20.360 --> 00:15:22.660 parrying with their respective weapons. 00:15:22.660 --> 00:15:27.529 056 cracks his neck, giving a smarmy grin that only irritated Smokey further. 00:15:27.529 --> 00:15:31.050 The demonic cop throws his night stick directly at 056’s face. 00:15:31.050 --> 00:15:35.620 The arrogant anomaly is able to deflect the well-aimed stick with his knife, only to realize 00:15:35.620 --> 00:15:38.410 it was just a distraction from the following haymaker. 00:15:38.410 --> 00:15:43.170 Smokey’s fist collides with 056’s cheek with the force of a runaway car. 00:15:43.170 --> 00:15:47.000 It knocks him off his feet, taking his legs out from under him and throwing him to the 00:15:47.000 --> 00:15:48.370 ground with a mighty thud. 00:15:48.370 --> 00:15:50.240 And Smokey doesn’t let up. 00:15:50.240 --> 00:15:55.470 He crouches over the stunned 056 and strikes him again and again, pounding his clenched 00:15:55.470 --> 00:15:57.949 fists into 056’s head. 00:15:57.949 --> 00:16:02.170 If the self-obsessed anomaly had any chance to speak, it probably would have yelled, “Not 00:16:02.170 --> 00:16:03.810 the face, not the face!” 00:16:03.810 --> 00:16:08.529 Unlucky for 056, “mercy” is not a word in Smokey’s vocabulary. 00:16:08.529 --> 00:16:11.550 056 doesn’t have time to transform. 00:16:11.550 --> 00:16:15.420 With every punch, 056’s body is pounded deeper into the dirt. 00:16:15.420 --> 00:16:18.540 He can feel himself losing consciousness under the flurry of blows. 00:16:18.540 --> 00:16:22.860 For the first time, he’s truly terrified about what will happen to him if he passes 00:16:22.860 --> 00:16:23.860 out. 00:16:23.860 --> 00:16:26.410 What terrible things will Smokey do to him? 00:16:26.410 --> 00:16:29.639 Suddenly, floodlights illuminate the forest from every angle. 00:16:29.639 --> 00:16:32.529 The hum of helicopters sound from far above. 00:16:32.529 --> 00:16:36.930 Tactical vehicles surround the forest, manned by highly trained, highly armed SCP Foundation 00:16:36.930 --> 00:16:38.149 Mobile Task Forces. 00:16:38.149 --> 00:16:43.589 Snipers line up their shots on Smokey, preparing to fire with armor-piercing 50-caliber rounds. 00:16:43.589 --> 00:16:46.380 Ground troops, armed with assault rifles, all pour in. 00:16:46.380 --> 00:16:51.839 As though a magic spell has been cast, Smokey, along with his cursed cruiser, disappears. 00:16:51.839 --> 00:16:58.550 All that’s left is a bruised, bloody, and disoriented SCP-056, still shaking in pain 00:16:58.550 --> 00:16:59.850 and terror on the ground. 00:16:59.850 --> 00:17:04.970 It doesn’t take long for 056 to be surrounded by Foundation personnel, ready to take it 00:17:04.970 --> 00:17:06.500 back into containment. 00:17:06.500 --> 00:17:10.110 To even its own surprise, it’s tremendously relieved. 00:17:10.110 --> 00:17:17.010 056, whimpering, says, “I’d like to go back to my room, please.” 00:17:17.010 --> 00:17:20.220 Check out the Dr. Bob Patreon and become a junior researcher today! 00:17:20.220 --> 00:17:26.100 Now go and watch another entry from the files of Dr. Bob, like SCP-056 - A Beautiful Person.