WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.630 --> 00:00:04.740 It's not every day that the SCP Foundation opens a brand new site, and appoints a new 00:00:04.740 --> 00:00:05.960 site director. 00:00:05.960 --> 00:00:08.930 But today is one of those days. 00:00:08.930 --> 00:00:13.870 Work is about to begin at Site-41, and a respected Senior Researcher has been appointed director 00:00:13.870 --> 00:00:15.010 of the brand new site. 00:00:15.010 --> 00:00:19.449 He hasn't been told much about it yet, but he knows a few things for certain: some sort 00:00:19.449 --> 00:00:24.019 of new, highly volatile anomaly was discovered, a site was constructed around it, and his 00:00:24.019 --> 00:00:29.279 many years of loyalty to the organization have finally been rewarded with a promotion. 00:00:29.279 --> 00:00:33.570 As he takes his morning shower, his mind races, turning over the possibilities that this new 00:00:33.570 --> 00:00:35.500 chapter might bring. 00:00:35.500 --> 00:00:37.480 Is he up to the potential challenges? 00:00:37.480 --> 00:00:39.690 Just how dangerous is this new anomaly? 00:00:39.690 --> 00:00:43.770 What could possibly necessitate the building of a brand new site just to contain it? 00:00:43.770 --> 00:00:48.870 Whatever it is, these years of securing, containing, and protecting have prepared him. 00:00:48.870 --> 00:00:53.600 He's seen bizarre creatures, cursed places, and objects that defy the laws of physics. 00:00:53.600 --> 00:00:56.800 Whatever awaits him in his new position, he can handle it. 00:00:56.800 --> 00:01:01.030 He rinses the shampoo from his hair, letting his jitters flow down the drain with it, and 00:01:01.030 --> 00:01:02.400 switches off the water. 00:01:02.400 --> 00:01:06.070 He climbs out of the shower and turns to the foggy mirror. 00:01:06.070 --> 00:01:09.670 He sweeps a palm across the glass and meets his reflection's eyes. 00:01:09.670 --> 00:01:13.850 His serious expression catches him off-guard, and he can't help but let his mind wander 00:01:13.850 --> 00:01:17.899 back to someone else who looked at him that way, with those stony gray eyes, such a long 00:01:17.899 --> 00:01:19.130 time ago... 00:01:19.130 --> 00:01:21.399 He and his brother had never gotten along. 00:01:21.399 --> 00:01:25.420 Though they shared the same face, the same hair, and the same eyes, they couldn't have 00:01:25.420 --> 00:01:26.880 been more different. 00:01:26.880 --> 00:01:31.020 He was the screwup, the one who couldn't focus in class and was always bumbling through life 00:01:31.020 --> 00:01:33.130 like a bull in a china shop. 00:01:33.130 --> 00:01:37.170 His brother was the golden boy, the star student who could do no wrong. 00:01:37.170 --> 00:01:41.060 As the boys got older, he tried to climb out of his brother's shadow, and tried to live 00:01:41.060 --> 00:01:46.479 up to their parents' expectations, but anything he did his brother could do better. 00:01:46.479 --> 00:01:50.009 He got into a great college, his brother got into Harvard. 00:01:50.009 --> 00:01:52.869 He got a job, his brother got a more impressive one. 00:01:52.869 --> 00:01:55.649 He got a Honda, his brother got a Mercedes. 00:01:55.649 --> 00:01:59.049 He fell in love with a girl, and his brother married her. 00:01:59.049 --> 00:02:02.820 It seemed like he would never stand on his own, never be anything but the lesser version 00:02:02.820 --> 00:02:03.939 of a perfect man. 00:02:03.939 --> 00:02:07.849 A nasty little homunculus who just happened to be wearing the graven image of something 00:02:07.849 --> 00:02:09.750 greater than himself. 00:02:09.750 --> 00:02:13.260 On the night of his brother's wedding, the festering resentment had finally come to the 00:02:13.260 --> 00:02:14.260 surface. 00:02:14.260 --> 00:02:19.550 He remembers the night in bits and pieces: a harsh word, a fifth drink, a broken champagne 00:02:19.550 --> 00:02:20.550 glass. 00:02:20.550 --> 00:02:24.240 His brother said something that went too far, cut too deep. 00:02:24.240 --> 00:02:27.680 Without thinking, he shoved him, just a bit too hard. 00:02:27.680 --> 00:02:32.200 He watched his brother fall, watched his head hit the corner of the table. 00:02:32.200 --> 00:02:34.110 And then...he was still. 00:02:34.110 --> 00:02:35.110 Silent. 00:02:35.110 --> 00:02:39.390 He thought about turning himself in...but then another thought crossed his mind. 00:02:39.390 --> 00:02:41.620 Why ruin two futures at once? 00:02:41.620 --> 00:02:44.380 His brother was gone, there was no coming back from that. 00:02:44.380 --> 00:02:47.640 Should he really spend the rest of his life in prison over a tragic mistake? 00:02:47.640 --> 00:02:49.690 It didn't seem fair. 00:02:49.690 --> 00:02:52.100 Instead, he planned. 00:02:52.100 --> 00:02:55.030 For once, he was grateful for the similarities between him and his brother. 00:02:55.030 --> 00:02:56.700 Their handwriting, for instance. 00:02:56.700 --> 00:03:00.310 He forged a note to his brother's new bride, telling her that he couldn't take the pressures 00:03:00.310 --> 00:03:01.740 of his life anymore. 00:03:01.740 --> 00:03:05.780 He was leaving, fleeing to Europe to start a new life, with a new name, and leaving all 00:03:05.780 --> 00:03:07.270 of his old ties behind. 00:03:07.270 --> 00:03:12.090 Then, he packed his brother's body, the one that looked so much like his own, into a suitcase. 00:03:12.090 --> 00:03:17.260 He drove out into the woods, to a place they had once gotten lost as children, and he buried 00:03:17.260 --> 00:03:19.700 it so deep no one would ever find it. 00:03:19.700 --> 00:03:22.090 He’d never forget how he felt that night. 00:03:22.090 --> 00:03:26.820 Laboring away in the dark forest, face an unpleasant mess of snot and tears. 00:03:26.820 --> 00:03:30.300 The end of his shovel piercing the dirt again and again, until he’d made a big enough 00:03:30.300 --> 00:03:35.100 hole to consign the case that now held his own brother’s mangled body. 00:03:35.100 --> 00:03:39.040 Every shovel full of dirt that he piled back on, hiding his sin, felt heavier than the 00:03:39.040 --> 00:03:40.040 last. 00:03:40.040 --> 00:03:41.040 What had he done? 00:03:41.040 --> 00:03:42.410 What the hell had he done? 00:03:42.410 --> 00:03:47.290 But by the time the grim deed was concluded, rationalizations had smoothed out the hard 00:03:47.290 --> 00:03:48.290 edges of his crime. 00:03:48.290 --> 00:03:50.700 There were a million reasons this was okay. 00:03:50.700 --> 00:03:51.780 This was justified. 00:03:51.780 --> 00:03:55.620 It was an accident, of course, that much was clear, but didn’t his brother also have 00:03:55.620 --> 00:03:56.620 it coming? 00:03:56.620 --> 00:04:00.300 For flaunting his perfect life in his face for all these years? 00:04:00.300 --> 00:04:03.260 And who was the worthless chunk of dead meat now? 00:04:03.260 --> 00:04:06.190 The scales were balanced once more. 00:04:06.190 --> 00:04:08.130 No one would ever know what he did. 00:04:08.130 --> 00:04:12.120 No one but him, in those moments where he could see his brother in the mirror, reminding 00:04:12.120 --> 00:04:16.880 him of his greatest shame, no matter how hard he tried to forget. 00:04:16.880 --> 00:04:18.750 But that moment is long gone. 00:04:18.750 --> 00:04:22.620 He's back in the present now, grounding himself with a splash of cold water on his face. 00:04:22.620 --> 00:04:25.410 He shakes off the memories and dresses for the day. 00:04:25.410 --> 00:04:27.350 It's time to get to work. 00:04:27.350 --> 00:04:30.660 When he arrives at the facility, he's shocked by what he sees. 00:04:30.660 --> 00:04:35.400 It's a castle, grand and imposing, even if the years have not been particularly kind 00:04:35.400 --> 00:04:36.400 to it. 00:04:36.400 --> 00:04:40.490 The Foundation did not build this structure, though they've set up shop inside now. 00:04:40.490 --> 00:04:43.760 His reminiscence has made him late, and he hasn't even had a chance to look over his 00:04:43.760 --> 00:04:44.760 paperwork yet. 00:04:44.760 --> 00:04:48.260 But when you’re a Site Director, what does it even matter if you’re a little late? 00:04:48.260 --> 00:04:49.260 You’re the boss. 00:04:49.260 --> 00:04:50.260 The head honcho. 00:04:50.260 --> 00:04:53.600 The party doesn’t start until you walk in. 00:04:53.600 --> 00:04:56.830 Just the thought of it is enough to make his chest swell with pride. 00:04:56.830 --> 00:05:00.960 He will have to ask someone to fill him in, an eager subordinate who won't mind going 00:05:00.960 --> 00:05:04.370 over the basics of the new facility and what they are here to study. 00:05:04.370 --> 00:05:08.240 Like clockwork, a young Assistant Researcher scurries up to him, holding a clipboard and 00:05:08.240 --> 00:05:10.240 practically vibrating with energy. 00:05:10.240 --> 00:05:12.210 She clearly hasn't been working here long. 00:05:12.210 --> 00:05:13.590 There's still light behind her eyes. 00:05:13.590 --> 00:05:18.480 He thinks to himself, “the things you see here will snuff that out soon enough, my dear.” 00:05:18.480 --> 00:05:22.350 The Assistant Researcher leads him inside the castle, its guts ripped out and replaced 00:05:22.350 --> 00:05:23.970 with sleek, modern technology. 00:05:23.970 --> 00:05:28.680 A stone staircase has been swapped out for a row of elevators, marble busts exchanged 00:05:28.680 --> 00:05:30.910 for security cameras and monitors. 00:05:30.910 --> 00:05:34.950 They enter one of the elevators, and the Assistant presses the button for the lowest possible 00:05:34.950 --> 00:05:35.950 floor. 00:05:35.950 --> 00:05:40.110 They are going deep into the bowels of the castle, into the belly of the great beast. 00:05:40.110 --> 00:05:42.960 With a ding, the doors open, and they step out. 00:05:42.960 --> 00:05:48.530 The air down here has a peculiar smell, musty and dull, with a sharp metallic tang of dried 00:05:48.530 --> 00:05:49.530 blood. 00:05:49.530 --> 00:05:54.200 Along the wall, he can see a row of prison cells, eight of them to be precise, all shut 00:05:54.200 --> 00:05:55.270 tight. 00:05:55.270 --> 00:05:58.790 They're rusted and old, they've been here for quite some time. 00:05:58.790 --> 00:06:00.430 The Foundation didn't put these here. 00:06:00.430 --> 00:06:04.640 Of course, he realizes with a sinking feeling in his stomach that he can't quite explain. 00:06:04.640 --> 00:06:08.930 These cells themselves must be the anomaly he's here to supervise the containment of. 00:06:08.930 --> 00:06:12.250 He should have read the file before arriving, shouldn't have let himself get distracted. 00:06:12.250 --> 00:06:14.419 Then he would know what he's walking into. 00:06:14.419 --> 00:06:16.060 "So, here we are!" 00:06:16.060 --> 00:06:18.731 The assistant chirps, startling the man. 00:06:18.731 --> 00:06:20.430 He had almost forgotten she was standing next to him. 00:06:20.430 --> 00:06:22.470 "Shall I give you the grand tour?" 00:06:22.470 --> 00:06:25.590 She won't last long here with such a chipper attitude, he thinks. 00:06:25.590 --> 00:06:27.340 But he nods, just the same. 00:06:27.340 --> 00:06:30.670 She walks ahead of him, referring dutifully to her clipboard as she goes. 00:06:30.670 --> 00:06:32.770 "This is the first cell. 00:06:32.770 --> 00:06:34.820 As you can see, all of them are currently inactive. 00:06:34.820 --> 00:06:38.390 We'll be performing some tests later, though, and you'll hopefully get to see them in action. 00:06:38.390 --> 00:06:39.730 It's really something." 00:06:39.730 --> 00:06:41.560 She continues walking to the second cell. 00:06:41.560 --> 00:06:45.360 "There are a lot of potential applications for this anomaly that, once we understand 00:06:45.360 --> 00:06:47.540 it, could be incredibly promising." 00:06:47.540 --> 00:06:50.160 He's only half listening as he trails behind her. 00:06:50.160 --> 00:06:53.240 As they near the third cell, the assistant glances back at him. 00:06:53.240 --> 00:06:54.860 "I really look forward to working with you, Sir! 00:06:54.860 --> 00:06:56.690 I've heard such great things." 00:06:56.690 --> 00:07:01.290 He opens his mouth to brush off the praise, to feign humility for her sake, when a sound 00:07:01.290 --> 00:07:02.290 startles him. 00:07:02.290 --> 00:07:06.229 The grind of metal against metal, the screech of a long-disused door. 00:07:06.229 --> 00:07:08.710 The third cell is opening on its own. 00:07:08.710 --> 00:07:11.060 The assistant flips through her notes, growing pale. 00:07:11.060 --> 00:07:13.780 "This isn't supposed to happen, this shouldn't be happening..." 00:07:13.780 --> 00:07:15.669 She stammers, but he barely hears a word. 00:07:15.669 --> 00:07:19.640 He's staring, transfixed, at the darkness within. 00:07:19.640 --> 00:07:23.350 There's a rattling sound, like chains being dragged across a stone floor. 00:07:23.350 --> 00:07:26.139 What is about to be unleashed from this prison? 00:07:26.139 --> 00:07:30.390 He braces himself, remembering all of the near-death experiences he's faced down in 00:07:30.390 --> 00:07:31.390 the past. 00:07:31.390 --> 00:07:34.360 Nothing could prepare him for what finally appears. 00:07:34.360 --> 00:07:39.330 A pair of iron shackles, attached to lengths of chain, shoot out from the shadows, headed 00:07:39.330 --> 00:07:40.370 right for him. 00:07:40.370 --> 00:07:44.350 A shackle clamps suddenly around each of his wrists, the cold metal tight enough to cut 00:07:44.350 --> 00:07:47.120 off the circulation, digging into his skin. 00:07:47.120 --> 00:07:51.169 Then, an invisible force on the other end of the chains begins to pull. 00:07:51.169 --> 00:07:55.139 He fights it, the shackles cutting into him, as the assistant screams for help, but his 00:07:55.139 --> 00:07:57.520 efforts are futile. 00:07:57.520 --> 00:08:01.530 Whatever wants to pull him closer, whatever is trying to lock him away, it's far stronger 00:08:01.530 --> 00:08:02.830 than he could ever be. 00:08:02.830 --> 00:08:07.419 The chains yank him inside the cell, and the door slides shut behind him with a crash. 00:08:07.419 --> 00:08:12.430 He thinks, for just a moment, that he can see his brother, laughing. 00:08:12.430 --> 00:08:19.759 Then, he is gone, leaving only an empty cell and a traumatized assistant behind. 00:08:19.759 --> 00:08:24.139 Sometimes the sins of the past come back to haunt you, and unfortunately for this particular 00:08:24.139 --> 00:08:28.919 man, there's no statute of limitations when it comes to SCP-567, or The Dungeon. 00:08:28.919 --> 00:08:34.710 In case the nickname wasn't clear enough, The Dungeon is not the sort of place you would 00:08:34.710 --> 00:08:36.659 ever want to be confined. 00:08:36.659 --> 00:08:42.479 SCP-567 is a series of eight cells located beneath Foundation Site-41. 00:08:42.479 --> 00:08:49.570 Each cell has a designated number, from SCP-567-1 through SCP-567-8. 00:08:49.570 --> 00:08:53.690 Most of the time, the cells are inactive and indistinguishable from any ordinary prison 00:08:53.690 --> 00:08:54.690 cell. 00:08:54.690 --> 00:08:58.680 However, when someone that one of the cells deems to be guilty of a specific offense enters 00:08:58.680 --> 00:09:04.800 their proximity, the anomalous properties of SCP-567 become abundantly clear. 00:09:04.800 --> 00:09:10.800 Each cell punishes a specific horrible act: SCP-567-1 targets those who have committed 00:09:10.800 --> 00:09:17.190 theft, 2 punishes sexual violence, three and four punish various types of murder, 5 punishes 00:09:17.190 --> 00:09:21.930 adultery, 6 and 7...I'm afraid I can't quite make out what it says. 00:09:21.930 --> 00:09:25.390 Someone appears to have deliberately scratched out the text in the file. 00:09:25.390 --> 00:09:31.390 As for SCP-567-8, whatever wrongdoing it chooses to penalize is still unknown, and it has never 00:09:31.390 --> 00:09:35.110 activated in the entire time the Foundation has known of it. 00:09:35.110 --> 00:09:40.990 Every other cell is completely empty, but 567-8 contains one single, antique wooden 00:09:40.990 --> 00:09:44.161 chair in the center of the room, nailed to the floor. 00:09:44.161 --> 00:09:47.010 The purpose of this chair is unclear. 00:09:47.010 --> 00:09:51.580 When an individual who has committed one of the aforementioned acts comes within 2.5 meters 00:09:51.580 --> 00:09:55.850 of their corresponding cell door, a pair of shackles will shoot out from within the cell, 00:09:55.850 --> 00:09:58.650 seemingly materializing out of nowhere. 00:09:58.650 --> 00:10:03.540 These shackles will then lock around the individual's wrists and drag them inside, at which point 00:10:03.540 --> 00:10:09.520 the cell door will slide itself closed and lock, and the prisoner and shackles will disappear. 00:10:09.520 --> 00:10:14.070 Multiple researchers have compared this anomaly, both in its function and its methodology, 00:10:14.070 --> 00:10:21.560 to SCP-1002 - or Demisers - and SCP-2701, or True Solitary Confinement, which I have 00:10:21.560 --> 00:10:23.720 discussed at length before. 00:10:23.720 --> 00:10:28.470 Since the Foundation first contained SCP-567, only two prisoners have ever reappeared after 00:10:28.470 --> 00:10:29.470 being taken. 00:10:29.470 --> 00:10:37.630 68 hours after he was first placed inside SCP-567-3, D-903912 escaped and was found 00:10:37.630 --> 00:10:40.800 collapsed on the ground just outside Site-41. 00:10:40.800 --> 00:10:46.080 He died only moments after reappearing, before any medical intervention could take place. 00:10:46.080 --> 00:10:50.690 An autopsy showed severe injuries including lacerations, internal bleeding, and burns 00:10:50.690 --> 00:10:52.670 on his wrists and ankles. 00:10:52.670 --> 00:10:59.850 The second subject to ever return was D-937122, who was found 157 months after being locked 00:10:59.850 --> 00:11:01.520 in SCP-567-6. 00:11:01.520 --> 00:11:06.730 In spite of her injuries, which included head trauma, missing fingers, and the same burn 00:11:06.730 --> 00:11:11.270 marks on her wrists and ankles, this subject had a great deal more energy and attempted 00:11:11.270 --> 00:11:13.880 to attack the Foundation personnel that found her. 00:11:13.880 --> 00:11:18.390 She was subdued by several guards, restrained, and interrogated by an unnamed Agent. 00:11:18.390 --> 00:11:22.730 Thankfully, an audio log of the interview was included in the file, giving us a sense 00:11:22.730 --> 00:11:24.060 of what transpired. 00:11:24.060 --> 00:11:25.850 "Please state your name." 00:11:25.850 --> 00:11:27.350 The Agent began. 00:11:27.350 --> 00:11:29.640 D-937122 did not respond. 00:11:29.640 --> 00:11:31.529 "Please state your name." 00:11:31.529 --> 00:11:32.649 They repeated. 00:11:32.649 --> 00:11:34.630 Again, no response. 00:11:34.630 --> 00:11:36.900 The Agent sighed heavily and changed tactics. 00:11:36.900 --> 00:11:41.720 "Look, I am very sorry, and I want to help you, but we can't give you medical attention 00:11:41.720 --> 00:11:43.440 unless you cooperate with us. 00:11:43.440 --> 00:11:45.900 So please, please state your name for the record." 00:11:45.900 --> 00:11:49.950 At long last, the D-Class responded with an intense outburst. 00:11:49.950 --> 00:11:51.250 "My name? 00:11:51.250 --> 00:11:52.640 You want to know my name? 00:11:52.640 --> 00:11:53.640 Screw my name! 00:11:53.640 --> 00:11:54.640 There is no name! 00:11:54.640 --> 00:11:55.640 There is no anything! 00:11:55.640 --> 00:11:56.640 But…but there is. 00:11:56.640 --> 00:11:57.640 I escaped! 00:11:57.640 --> 00:11:58.790 I got the metal off! 00:11:58.790 --> 00:12:02.780 None of the-" And here the audio was corrupted to the point where I couldn't understand what 00:12:02.780 --> 00:12:04.580 was being said. 00:12:04.580 --> 00:12:09.960 After the interference clears, D-937122 could be heard shouting, "I should be free! 00:12:09.960 --> 00:12:10.960 Let me go!" 00:12:10.960 --> 00:12:13.940 A struggle followed, as she attempted to escape custody. 00:12:13.940 --> 00:12:18.670 The agent then replied, in an attempt to calm the D-Class down, "I apologize, but now we 00:12:18.670 --> 00:12:20.089 have the opportunity to…." 00:12:20.089 --> 00:12:21.339 "Screw your opportunity! 00:12:21.339 --> 00:12:22.339 There is no opportunity! 00:12:22.339 --> 00:12:23.350 There is only escape! 00:12:23.350 --> 00:12:25.110 You called me a monster. 00:12:25.110 --> 00:12:26.110 Maybe I am one. 00:12:26.110 --> 00:12:28.190 But the nightmares……they…..” 00:12:28.190 --> 00:12:32.560 She briefly broke down into unintelligible mumbling, before returning to normal speech. 00:12:32.560 --> 00:12:34.120 “Compared to their crimes, I've done nothing! 00:12:34.120 --> 00:12:35.590 Nothing at all! 00:12:35.590 --> 00:12:39.030 I haven't done anything wrong……nothing……." 00:12:39.030 --> 00:12:44.580 At this point, the D-Class became inconsolable, all coherent speech dissolving into sobs. 00:12:44.580 --> 00:12:48.250 The Agent attempted to calm her down, but she remained hysterical. 00:12:48.250 --> 00:12:52.490 After several moments of sobbing, the D-Class began to gasp, as if she was having difficulty 00:12:52.490 --> 00:12:53.490 breathing. 00:12:53.490 --> 00:12:57.240 She clutched her chest, and began to go into apparent cardiac arrest. 00:12:57.240 --> 00:13:02.190 The Agent attempted to administer CPR, but it was unsuccessful, and after a few minutes 00:13:02.190 --> 00:13:04.150 she was dead. 00:13:04.150 --> 00:13:08.080 An autopsy was ordered following the interview, which revealed the apparent cause of her death: 00:13:08.080 --> 00:13:12.560 Her body was covered with tiny punctures, and a toxicology report revealed an unknown 00:13:12.560 --> 00:13:14.830 poison in her bloodstream. 00:13:14.830 --> 00:13:20.200 Though only two people have ever emerged from SCP-567, they were not the only organic lifeforms 00:13:20.200 --> 00:13:22.339 to break out of the Dungeon's cells. 00:13:22.339 --> 00:13:27.320 Every so often, the doors of a cell will open and an entity will emerge. 00:13:27.320 --> 00:13:32.399 These creatures are given the designation SCP-567-9, and they are always aggressive. 00:13:32.399 --> 00:13:36.890 They do not usually match the description of any existing animal, instead appearing 00:13:36.890 --> 00:13:39.470 to be some sort of undiscovered creature. 00:13:39.470 --> 00:13:44.529 Once an instance of SCP-567-9 has escaped its cell, it will attempt to leave the dungeon 00:13:44.529 --> 00:13:46.290 and attack anything that gets in its way. 00:13:46.290 --> 00:13:52.240 The first instance of SCP-567-9 observed by the Foundation was a four-limbed creature, 00:13:52.240 --> 00:13:54.360 approximately 2 meters in length. 00:13:54.360 --> 00:13:58.900 It walked on all fours but had human-like hands on its front limbs complete with opposable 00:13:58.900 --> 00:14:03.190 thumbs and sophisticated enough mobility to operate machinery. 00:14:03.190 --> 00:14:08.160 It was highly intelligent and used this intellect to take out 14 Foundation operatives before 00:14:08.160 --> 00:14:09.160 it was contained. 00:14:09.160 --> 00:14:13.570 The details of SCP-567-9-2 have been stricken from any official documentation. 00:14:13.570 --> 00:14:18.540 The only thing I can surmise from the file is that nine personnel were killed after it 00:14:18.540 --> 00:14:22.250 appeared, and one of the Agents that helped contain it requested and received psychological 00:14:22.250 --> 00:14:24.950 counseling for what they experienced during the process. 00:14:24.950 --> 00:14:29.149 So, whatever it was he encountered, it wasn't anything good. 00:14:29.149 --> 00:14:34.430 During a round of routine testing with SCP-567-4, while the cell door was open, an instance 00:14:34.430 --> 00:14:40.120 of SCP-567-9 appeared, attacking and killing the Researcher leading the tests. 00:14:40.120 --> 00:14:45.339 The entity was not contained, but, after seven casualties, was lured back toward its original 00:14:45.339 --> 00:14:46.339 cell. 00:14:46.339 --> 00:14:50.529 At this point, the cell deployed its shackles, and the creature was pulled back inside. 00:14:50.529 --> 00:14:57.830 The most recent instance of SCP-567-9 emerged when the door to SCP-567-7 opened and closed 00:14:57.830 --> 00:14:59.269 spontaneously. 00:14:59.269 --> 00:15:03.510 This was spotted on the CCTV footage, but none of the security monitoring the video 00:15:03.510 --> 00:15:05.630 could see anything leaving the cell. 00:15:05.630 --> 00:15:09.570 Two weeks later, an Agent assigned to the Dungeon was found dead in his home, still 00:15:09.570 --> 00:15:10.570 in bed. 00:15:10.570 --> 00:15:16.230 The circumstances of his death were virtually identical to those attributed to SCP-966 - a 00:15:16.230 --> 00:15:19.740 nightmarish species of creature known as the Sleep Killer, which I’ve discussed here 00:15:19.740 --> 00:15:21.350 on the channel before. 00:15:21.350 --> 00:15:25.700 When the escaped entity was found in Site 41, it was found to resemble an instance of 00:15:25.700 --> 00:15:28.519 SCP-966, with only a few variations. 00:15:28.519 --> 00:15:32.950 It was successfully contained, and the onsite security cameras were upgraded to prepare 00:15:32.950 --> 00:15:35.079 for future anomalies like it. 00:15:35.079 --> 00:15:38.570 Though many specifics are missing from the file, including the exact appearances of the 00:15:38.570 --> 00:15:44.060 creatures that emerged from the cells, I have deduced one thing: Wherever SCP-567 is transporting 00:15:44.060 --> 00:15:48.399 those it deems guilty, it is a prison for monsters of all species. 00:15:48.399 --> 00:15:52.070 Humans are not the only ones it wishes to hold accountable for their crimes. 00:15:52.070 --> 00:15:56.120 As I was reading about The Dungeon and the various tests involving it, a rather morbid 00:15:56.120 --> 00:16:01.800 question came to mind: What would happen to a test subject guilty of more than one crime? 00:16:01.800 --> 00:16:03.320 Which cell would claim them? 00:16:03.320 --> 00:16:10.600 Well, fortunately for my curiosity, and unfortunately for him, one D-Class found out. 00:16:10.600 --> 00:16:16.440 D-834200 was used as a human test subject during initial studies of SCP-567. 00:16:16.440 --> 00:16:20.620 He was placed in front of SCP-567-6 and 7. 00:16:20.620 --> 00:16:25.480 Almost instantly, the cells rattled open, and the shackles shot out to grab him. 00:16:25.480 --> 00:16:29.970 His left wrist and ankle were ensnared by Cell 6, and his right were trapped by Cell 00:16:29.970 --> 00:16:30.970 7. 00:16:30.970 --> 00:16:33.070 Then, he was pulled into both cells. 00:16:33.070 --> 00:16:35.899 Well...part of him was, at least. 00:16:35.899 --> 00:16:40.300 How can I best explain his fate without causing too much distress...Have you ever held a wishbone 00:16:40.300 --> 00:16:43.940 in your hand at a family dinner, while your sibling or cousin held the other side, and 00:16:43.940 --> 00:16:45.779 you both pulled until it broke? 00:16:45.779 --> 00:16:47.710 It was a bit like that. 00:16:47.710 --> 00:16:53.430 SCP Foundation Site-41 has been established in the abandoned castle that contains SCP-567, 00:16:53.430 --> 00:16:56.130 in order to prevent any civilians from coming across it. 00:16:56.130 --> 00:17:00.329 The entrance to the Dungeon is kept sealed at all times, and the doors to each of the 00:17:00.329 --> 00:17:02.490 cells are monitored via CCTV. 00:17:02.490 --> 00:17:07.929 If any door is opened without authorization, Task Force Delta-9, also known as "Hacks", 00:17:07.929 --> 00:17:12.540 will be deployed to contain the resulting instance of SCP-567-9. 00:17:12.540 --> 00:17:17.709 If for any reason it cannot be contained, the Task Force is permitted to terminate. 00:17:17.709 --> 00:17:22.020 In order to prevent the unnecessary loss of any personnel, all applicants to join Task 00:17:22.020 --> 00:17:26.220 Force Delta-9 must have a clean criminal record, have never committed a crime at all - even 00:17:26.220 --> 00:17:30.530 at the behest of the Foundation - have a strong dedication to the law, and show loyalty to 00:17:30.530 --> 00:17:32.082 the social contract and the feelings of others. 00:17:32.082 --> 00:17:38.220 A robust moral compass is considered a vital qualification to work near SCP-567, lest they 00:17:38.220 --> 00:17:42.380 become simply one more victim added to its long list of tortured penitants. 00:17:42.380 --> 00:17:46.320 The Foundation has encountered many anomalies over the years that could pose a danger to 00:17:46.320 --> 00:17:48.330 the organization itself. 00:17:48.330 --> 00:17:51.040 SCP-567 is no exception. 00:17:51.040 --> 00:17:54.510 Untold numbers of Foundation operatives have committed terrible acts in the service of 00:17:54.510 --> 00:17:55.510 the greater good. 00:17:55.510 --> 00:18:00.430 They have lied, stolen, and even killed in order to protect and contain the secrets locked 00:18:00.430 --> 00:18:03.330 away in files and behind heavily guarded walls. 00:18:03.330 --> 00:18:07.630 A great deal of caution should be used when dealing with The Dungeon, no matter how justified 00:18:07.630 --> 00:18:10.290 a person thinks their past sins might be. 00:18:10.290 --> 00:18:13.919 After all, there's no chance to plead your innocence when the very prison that plans 00:18:13.919 --> 00:18:18.840 to hold you is also the judge, jury, and executioner. 00:18:18.840 --> 00:18:24.080 Now go and watch another entry from the files of Dr Bob, like SCP-2128 The Liars Cradle 00:18:24.080 --> 00:18:26.530 for another supernatural dispenser of punishment. 00:18:26.530 --> 00:18:31.120 And make sure you subscribe and turn on notifications, so you don’t miss a single anomaly, as we 00:18:31.120 --> 00:18:34.800 delve further and further into the SCP Foundation’s classified archives.