WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.880 --> 00:00:05.270 A young man in a light t-shirt and cargo shorts pads down the worn hiking trail. 00:00:05.270 --> 00:00:09.950 It’s a trail he’s walked hundreds of times before, and as far as he knows, he’ll get 00:00:09.950 --> 00:00:12.519 the opportunity to walk it a few hundred more. 00:00:12.519 --> 00:00:17.599 It’s a smooth, even path, cutting through a lush forest on the edge of town - with plenty 00:00:17.599 --> 00:00:22.140 of nice benches and a few trash cans for dog walkers along the way. 00:00:22.140 --> 00:00:25.069 It has all the comforts a casual hiker can ask for. 00:00:25.069 --> 00:00:27.279 It’s safe; familiar. 00:00:27.279 --> 00:00:32.460 He doesn’t know why, but the young man feels like perhaps today is the time for a change. 00:00:32.460 --> 00:00:36.890 Maybe it’s the subconscious will to avoid monotony, or the fact he read an article a 00:00:36.890 --> 00:00:41.940 few weeks back about how varying your routes is the best way to avoid being kidnapped. 00:00:41.940 --> 00:00:45.510 Whatever the reason, he stops for a moment to pull up his socks, takes a swig from his 00:00:45.510 --> 00:00:49.500 water bottle, and ventures out into the heart of the woods. 00:00:49.500 --> 00:00:50.500 Who can blame him, really? 00:00:50.500 --> 00:00:52.870 We all need a change sometimes. 00:00:52.870 --> 00:00:58.250 And it’s not like this poor young man has any idea what’s in store for him put there... 00:00:58.250 --> 00:01:02.220 His boots crunch on the undergrowth, small things skittering out from amongst the dry 00:01:02.220 --> 00:01:03.810 leaves and twigs. 00:01:03.810 --> 00:01:07.680 He always encountered other people on his usual trail - which was fine, of course, he 00:01:07.680 --> 00:01:11.729 didn’t mind a little socializing on his walks - but there’s something oddly comforting 00:01:11.729 --> 00:01:14.369 about the true loneliness you can find in the woods. 00:01:14.369 --> 00:01:17.600 It’s just nature and you, properly acquainted. 00:01:17.600 --> 00:01:22.630 No screens, no keyboards, no emails, texts, DMs, or obligations. 00:01:22.630 --> 00:01:23.659 It’s natural. 00:01:23.659 --> 00:01:25.509 The way things should be. 00:01:25.509 --> 00:01:29.710 The young man closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath in, just to enjoy 00:01:29.710 --> 00:01:30.710 it. 00:01:30.710 --> 00:01:32.649 That beautiful, clean spring air. 00:01:32.649 --> 00:01:35.200 A pleasure money can’t buy. 00:01:35.200 --> 00:01:39.499 When he opens his eyes, he notices something in the distance, even deeper in the forest 00:01:39.499 --> 00:01:40.600 than before. 00:01:40.600 --> 00:01:43.090 It’s large and brilliant white. 00:01:43.090 --> 00:01:44.880 Some kind of structure. 00:01:44.880 --> 00:01:46.039 How strange, he thinks. 00:01:46.039 --> 00:01:49.090 There are no paths leading to this thing, whatever it is. 00:01:49.090 --> 00:01:50.789 How could it have been built? 00:01:50.789 --> 00:01:51.789 And why? 00:01:51.789 --> 00:01:55.170 Was it another one of those weird obelisks that appeared in the desert a couple of years 00:01:55.170 --> 00:01:56.859 before that he saw on the news? 00:01:56.859 --> 00:02:01.090 It’s the most interesting little mystery he’s experienced in a while, and nothing 00:02:01.090 --> 00:02:04.429 about it seems to be throwing up any overt red flags. 00:02:04.429 --> 00:02:07.060 What would be the harm in going a little deeper to check it out? 00:02:07.060 --> 00:02:11.160 The question would certainly stay with him if he never found out... 00:02:11.160 --> 00:02:16.739 As he approaches, he notices that it’s a large cube made from strange, glossy plastic. 00:02:16.739 --> 00:02:21.290 There are no gaps or rivets; no real signs of how the cube was constructed at all. 00:02:21.290 --> 00:02:26.270 The only thing differentiating any of the sides is a metal door on one of the faces. 00:02:26.270 --> 00:02:30.450 He circles the cube a couple of times, just to see if he’s missing anything. 00:02:30.450 --> 00:02:34.190 Nothing really appears out of the ordinary - other than the very existence of the cube 00:02:34.190 --> 00:02:35.310 itself. 00:02:35.310 --> 00:02:37.930 He looks over his shoulder before approaching the door. 00:02:37.930 --> 00:02:42.180 No cameras, nobody waiting in the bushes to jump him - not yet at least. 00:02:42.180 --> 00:02:45.990 He steps forward, takes an uneasy breath, and opens the front door. 00:02:45.990 --> 00:02:48.710 It’s a slow, cautious motion. 00:02:48.710 --> 00:02:52.570 After all, he has no idea what could be waiting for him inside. 00:02:52.570 --> 00:02:56.400 For all he knew, the whole cube could be primed to explode, with the opening of the front 00:02:56.400 --> 00:02:59.060 door being the activation mechanism. 00:02:59.060 --> 00:03:00.060 But no. 00:03:00.060 --> 00:03:04.370 What surprises him most is how oddly mundane the inside is. 00:03:04.370 --> 00:03:08.480 He takes out his phone, turns on the flashlight, and shines it inside. 00:03:08.480 --> 00:03:10.620 It’s just an empty room. 00:03:10.620 --> 00:03:14.400 Pretty much exactly what you’d expect the least imaginative person in the world to suggest 00:03:14.400 --> 00:03:17.510 is inside a big, plastic cube in the woods. 00:03:17.510 --> 00:03:22.100 Two strange little things catch his eye, though: Two doors on the adjoining back walls of the 00:03:22.100 --> 00:03:24.230 cube, a door to each wall. 00:03:24.230 --> 00:03:26.240 That can’t be right... 00:03:26.240 --> 00:03:31.210 Doubting his own memory, the young man steps out and circumnavigates the cube again. 00:03:31.210 --> 00:03:34.930 There are no apertures in the back walls of the cube, so the doors inside would just lead 00:03:34.930 --> 00:03:36.520 to nowhere. 00:03:36.520 --> 00:03:40.510 Perhaps it’s some kind of unfinished construction project, he muses. 00:03:40.510 --> 00:03:43.450 He’d read all about modular living and tiny-homes. 00:03:43.450 --> 00:03:47.210 Maybe the plan was simply to cut in those two extra doors at a later date and fit in 00:03:47.210 --> 00:03:48.510 a skylight. 00:03:48.510 --> 00:03:52.290 People live in retrofitted shipping containers these days, stranger things have definitely 00:03:52.290 --> 00:03:53.290 happened. 00:03:53.290 --> 00:03:58.180 Still, there it is again, that same nagging curiosity that brought him here in the first 00:03:58.180 --> 00:03:59.400 place. 00:03:59.400 --> 00:04:03.760 Even though he knows, logically, the two doors inside the cube lead to nowhere, he knows 00:04:03.760 --> 00:04:07.600 that if he leaves without trying them himself, it’d stick with him. 00:04:07.600 --> 00:04:11.900 He’s just that kind of guy: The unanswered question weighs on him like a ship’s anchor 00:04:11.900 --> 00:04:13.100 tied around his neck. 00:04:13.100 --> 00:04:15.560 It’s always better to just... 00:04:15.560 --> 00:04:16.590 Know. 00:04:16.590 --> 00:04:20.910 He ventures inside the cube again, lit once more by his phone’s flashlight, and tries 00:04:20.910 --> 00:04:22.340 the door on the left. 00:04:22.340 --> 00:04:26.100 Even though he knows it should be a dead-end, he still does it with that same trepidation 00:04:26.100 --> 00:04:30.900 as before, like there could be something waiting behind it, something with big eyes and even 00:04:30.900 --> 00:04:32.000 bigger teeth. 00:04:32.000 --> 00:04:36.070 He’ll feel so silly for even worrying about this when he sees the wall on the other side... 00:04:36.070 --> 00:04:38.340 But that isn’t what he sees. 00:04:38.340 --> 00:04:43.910 In fact, to his immense surprise, the door opens up into the interior of what seems like 00:04:43.910 --> 00:04:45.520 an identical cube. 00:04:45.520 --> 00:04:50.270 He’s so shocked by the impossibility of it that he steps back, the door swinging back 00:04:50.270 --> 00:04:51.270 into place. 00:04:51.270 --> 00:04:54.320 No, no, no, he thinks, that’s impossible. 00:04:54.320 --> 00:04:55.840 He shakes his head and rubs his eyes. 00:04:55.840 --> 00:04:58.010 It had to be some trick or illusion. 00:04:58.010 --> 00:05:01.520 There’s no possible way that this door can lead anywhere. 00:05:01.520 --> 00:05:05.910 He steps forward and, with great care, opens the door again. 00:05:05.910 --> 00:05:09.800 Nothing has changed - There’s still an identical room to the one he’s standing in, just waiting 00:05:09.800 --> 00:05:11.880 for him on the other side of the door. 00:05:11.880 --> 00:05:12.980 Maybe it’s a projection? 00:05:12.980 --> 00:05:13.980 Or a mirror? 00:05:13.980 --> 00:05:18.680 Or some kind of advanced AR tech being experimented on in the woods? 00:05:18.680 --> 00:05:20.360 The young man reaches forward. 00:05:20.360 --> 00:05:23.470 His hand slips across the threshold, into the new room. 00:05:23.470 --> 00:05:24.470 It’s real. 00:05:24.470 --> 00:05:26.889 It’s an actual space beyond the doorway. 00:05:26.889 --> 00:05:29.370 There’s even another two doors on the far wall. 00:05:29.370 --> 00:05:32.150 What on Earth is going on? 00:05:32.150 --> 00:05:36.300 Wanting to be sure he isn’t just going crazy, he leaves the cube one more time and checks 00:05:36.300 --> 00:05:37.700 the back walls. 00:05:37.700 --> 00:05:40.110 He runs his hand across them, smooth plastic. 00:05:40.110 --> 00:05:41.110 No seams. 00:05:41.110 --> 00:05:42.110 No tricks. 00:05:42.110 --> 00:05:43.110 Nothing hidden. 00:05:43.110 --> 00:05:45.280 There is no explanation for what’s going on in there. 00:05:45.280 --> 00:05:49.780 He’s discovered something truly remarkable: An exception to the laws of physics as we 00:05:49.780 --> 00:05:50.780 know them. 00:05:50.780 --> 00:05:52.710 An anomaly in space. 00:05:52.710 --> 00:05:56.960 The sensible thing to do would have been to leave that second, find somewhere with cell 00:05:56.960 --> 00:05:59.680 service, and call other people to come check it out. 00:05:59.680 --> 00:06:02.930 If that had been the case, then things would have ended very differently for this young 00:06:02.930 --> 00:06:04.000 man. 00:06:04.000 --> 00:06:07.150 Instead, he decides to play pioneer. 00:06:07.150 --> 00:06:11.139 If there are other doors beyond the one into the impossible room, where do they lead? 00:06:11.139 --> 00:06:14.680 Are there even more incredible secrets just waiting for him to find them? 00:06:14.680 --> 00:06:18.630 He doesn’t want to just be the person who dialed in about the initial discovery, while 00:06:18.630 --> 00:06:21.370 other people took over and did the exciting parts. 00:06:21.370 --> 00:06:25.760 Chances are, if he calls in about this, some shady government group will come and take 00:06:25.760 --> 00:06:27.060 the issue off his hands. 00:06:27.060 --> 00:06:28.890 He’ll never know the true secret. 00:06:28.890 --> 00:06:31.560 It’ll nag at him for the rest of his life. 00:06:31.560 --> 00:06:34.010 And he can’t have that, can he? 00:06:34.010 --> 00:06:36.930 Guided again by the light of his phone, he enters the cube. 00:06:36.930 --> 00:06:41.120 After checking that the door on the right leads to exactly the same new room, he opens 00:06:41.120 --> 00:06:46.300 the left door once more and proceeds through, letting it close behind him. 00:06:46.300 --> 00:06:47.430 He looks around the room. 00:06:47.430 --> 00:06:50.520 It’s absolutely identical, down to the smallest detail. 00:06:50.520 --> 00:06:53.760 Not a crack or smudge out of place. 00:06:53.760 --> 00:06:58.700 He approaches the doors and looks beyond them: Exactly as he’s predicted - and, on some 00:06:58.700 --> 00:07:02.630 level, hoped - there are more identical rooms on the other side. 00:07:02.630 --> 00:07:06.100 There’s breaking the laws of physics, and then there’s dropping a nuclear bomb on 00:07:06.100 --> 00:07:07.210 them. 00:07:07.210 --> 00:07:08.980 It all begins to go to his head. 00:07:08.980 --> 00:07:13.180 As he passes through each door, the only thing that seems to alter is the placement of the 00:07:13.180 --> 00:07:14.400 doors on the walls. 00:07:14.400 --> 00:07:18.830 It seems a little disorienting at first, like the room is being spun around from below, 00:07:18.830 --> 00:07:20.449 but he soon gets used to it. 00:07:20.449 --> 00:07:25.300 It’s strange - Going into a series of identical rooms doesn’t scream “exciting” in the 00:07:25.300 --> 00:07:30.120 abstract, but when you know those rooms are impossible, it adds a certain layer of intrigue 00:07:30.120 --> 00:07:31.610 to the proceedings. 00:07:31.610 --> 00:07:34.800 Eventually, he comes upon something strange. 00:07:34.800 --> 00:07:38.560 After so long essentially seeing the same room repeated at him, he’s primed to notice 00:07:38.560 --> 00:07:40.479 even the smallest difference. 00:07:40.479 --> 00:07:45.080 As he scans the floor with the light of his phone, he notices a boot print on the ground. 00:07:45.080 --> 00:07:49.699 It looks a couple sizes bigger than his own, with a completely different tread pattern. 00:07:49.699 --> 00:07:54.009 The thought dawns on him with a difficult mix of emotions: He isn’t the only one who’s 00:07:54.009 --> 00:07:55.080 been in here. 00:07:55.080 --> 00:07:57.490 And maybe, he’s not even alone in here. 00:07:57.490 --> 00:08:01.630 He’s never been the suspicious type - He likes to see the good in everyone, and assume 00:08:01.630 --> 00:08:03.389 a basic level of human decency. 00:08:03.389 --> 00:08:07.940 But something about the knowledge that another person could be in here filled in with torrents 00:08:07.940 --> 00:08:08.960 of icy dread. 00:08:08.960 --> 00:08:13.169 It’s a dread so great that it even overrides his curiosity. 00:08:13.169 --> 00:08:17.910 He knows, on some animal level, that he needs to leave right now or something terrible is 00:08:17.910 --> 00:08:19.660 going to happen to him. 00:08:19.660 --> 00:08:24.330 He turns and it suddenly dawns on him: He doesn’t remember which of the three doors 00:08:24.330 --> 00:08:25.919 in the room he entered through. 00:08:25.919 --> 00:08:30.360 In fact, he sped through so many rooms to get here, he can’t remember which door he 00:08:30.360 --> 00:08:32.120 came through in any of them. 00:08:32.120 --> 00:08:35.730 The cold, thrumming pulse of dread soon heats up into panic. 00:08:35.730 --> 00:08:37.779 He tries to regulate his breathing. 00:08:37.779 --> 00:08:40.789 He needs to approach this situation logically. 00:08:40.789 --> 00:08:45.520 But how do you apply logic to a situation that’s completely beyond it? 00:08:45.520 --> 00:08:50.150 He picks a door after an intense session of Eenie Meanie Minie Mo, and commits, heading 00:08:50.150 --> 00:08:55.720 through it into an identical room, and then another, and then another, and then another. 00:08:55.720 --> 00:08:59.960 He checks his phone - his only light source - and feels another spike of panic when he 00:08:59.960 --> 00:09:03.090 realizes just how low the batteries are. 00:09:03.090 --> 00:09:05.779 Who would have known how quickly the flash light eats up charge? 00:09:05.779 --> 00:09:08.250 But without it, it’s total darkness. 00:09:08.250 --> 00:09:10.380 He’ll have no way out. 00:09:10.380 --> 00:09:14.830 He needs to get out before his battery runs out, or he’ll never get out at all. 00:09:14.830 --> 00:09:18.420 Faster and faster, he passes through doors at random on the confidence that anyone who 00:09:18.420 --> 00:09:20.480 walks long enough will end up somewhere. 00:09:20.480 --> 00:09:22.020 He’s looking for changes. 00:09:22.020 --> 00:09:23.020 Landmarks. 00:09:23.020 --> 00:09:24.200 Any signs of salvation. 00:09:24.200 --> 00:09:28.460 He finds, to his immense relief, that some doors have little red dots marked next to 00:09:28.460 --> 00:09:30.720 them on the wall in permanent marker. 00:09:30.720 --> 00:09:33.380 Whoever was here before might save him now. 00:09:33.380 --> 00:09:38.510 That relief has some cold water thrown on it by another scrawling a few rooms down. 00:09:38.510 --> 00:09:44.180 Someone had messily written, “THIS IS HELL” on the wall in red, except this time, it wasn't 00:09:44.180 --> 00:09:46.310 a pen that left the markings. 00:09:46.310 --> 00:09:50.190 At the bottom of the wall, he can see a few bloody fingernail chunks sitting in a dry 00:09:50.190 --> 00:09:51.540 brown puddle. 00:09:51.540 --> 00:09:53.680 Had they gotten out, whoever they are? 00:09:53.680 --> 00:09:56.250 Or is their skeleton festering in one of these rooms? 00:09:56.250 --> 00:09:59.600 At this point, the young man is mortally terrified. 00:09:59.600 --> 00:10:03.700 Never before has death seemed like such a tangible presence - and not a quick death, 00:10:03.700 --> 00:10:08.380 but starvation and dehydration, two of the most terrible ways to go of all. 00:10:08.380 --> 00:10:10.880 He can feel hot tears running down his cheeks. 00:10:10.880 --> 00:10:14.510 He picks himself up, trying to choke out the sobs before they can wrack his body. 00:10:14.510 --> 00:10:16.560 He needs to keep moving. 00:10:16.560 --> 00:10:21.100 Next room, next room, next room, next room, next room. 00:10:21.100 --> 00:10:23.690 With each one, hope shrinks and despair grows. 00:10:23.690 --> 00:10:24.940 There’s no light. 00:10:24.940 --> 00:10:26.020 No progress. 00:10:26.020 --> 00:10:28.940 Just the same thing, over and over again. 00:10:28.940 --> 00:10:32.920 It’s so relentless that, at some point, he needs to stop and catch his breath. 00:10:32.920 --> 00:10:34.450 He’s breathing raggedly. 00:10:34.450 --> 00:10:35.450 His lungs burn. 00:10:35.450 --> 00:10:37.779 He’s been getting nowhere at impressive speeds. 00:10:37.779 --> 00:10:42.190 It’s only when he manages to slow his heart rate and quiet his breathing that he notices 00:10:42.190 --> 00:10:44.850 he’s not the only one in the room. 00:10:44.850 --> 00:10:47.860 Their breathing is even more strained and wheezy than his. 00:10:47.860 --> 00:10:53.390 He turns slowly, almost paralyzed by fear, and turns the waning light of his phone into 00:10:53.390 --> 00:10:55.020 the corner of the room. 00:10:55.020 --> 00:10:57.709 There’s a figure standing in the corner of the room. 00:10:57.709 --> 00:11:01.790 It’s a person, but not the kind of person you ever want to run into. 00:11:01.790 --> 00:11:05.230 They’re filthy and gaunt, with deep-set, wild eyes. 00:11:05.230 --> 00:11:09.750 Their mangled fingertips - nails broken off - are crusted over in red. 00:11:09.750 --> 00:11:13.690 Their teeth which appear long thanks to recessed gums chatter against each other. 00:11:13.690 --> 00:11:18.680 “I didn’t ever think you’d find me,” they say, voice a rattling whimper. 00:11:18.680 --> 00:11:21.620 “Have you come to help me out?” 00:11:21.620 --> 00:11:23.170 The young man doesn’t know what to say. 00:11:23.170 --> 00:11:27.570 He’s wrapped in a mix of pity and terror for the pitiful human being before him. 00:11:27.570 --> 00:11:29.160 How long had they been in here? 00:11:29.160 --> 00:11:31.420 Just sitting in the dark, alone? 00:11:31.420 --> 00:11:32.930 The thought sickens him. 00:11:32.930 --> 00:11:35.890 “I’m sorry,” the young man says without thinking. 00:11:35.890 --> 00:11:37.180 “I’m lost too.” 00:11:37.180 --> 00:11:39.860 The stranger heaves a dry sob. 00:11:39.860 --> 00:11:43.630 “No, I’m sorry,” the stranger says. 00:11:43.630 --> 00:11:47.080 “I’m just so hungry.” 00:11:47.080 --> 00:11:50.051 Before the young man can say another word, the stranger is on him. 00:11:50.051 --> 00:11:52.560 They’ve got the strength of desperate insanity. 00:11:52.560 --> 00:11:55.880 Their bony, bloodstained hands clasp around the man’s neck. 00:11:55.880 --> 00:12:00.100 The attack is so sudden, so shocking, so brutal. 00:12:00.100 --> 00:12:01.450 He screams and drops his phone. 00:12:01.450 --> 00:12:03.370 It tumbles to the ground and shatters. 00:12:03.370 --> 00:12:07.390 The horrors that happen next all transpire in the dark. 00:12:07.390 --> 00:12:13.060 The young man screams, but nobody with any interest in helping can hear him. 00:12:13.060 --> 00:12:16.870 Being trapped will do strange things to a person, but you don’t need to tell anyone 00:12:16.870 --> 00:12:19.660 trapped in SCP-167 that. 00:12:19.660 --> 00:12:24.110 Also known as the Infinite Labyrinth, this anomaly is an absolute nightmare for anyone 00:12:24.110 --> 00:12:27.850 suffering from Claustrophobia - the fear of enclosed spaces. 00:12:27.850 --> 00:12:32.029 Which is not to say it shouldn’t also be terrifying to pretty much everybody else. 00:12:32.029 --> 00:12:35.800 The anomaly doesn’t look like much to the casual observer - perhaps a work of avant 00:12:35.800 --> 00:12:39.100 garde art, or a particularly unwelcoming public bathroom. 00:12:39.100 --> 00:12:44.029 It’s a cube measuring ten meters around its edges, made from a shiny, white, plastic 00:12:44.029 --> 00:12:47.470 polymer, with a large metal door affixed to the front. 00:12:47.470 --> 00:12:51.740 At face value, it seems to exhibit no anomalous spatial qualities, with the inner chamber 00:12:51.740 --> 00:12:54.649 having consistent internal dimensions with the outside. 00:12:54.649 --> 00:12:59.860 Two of the three remaining walls in the chamber display a pair of identical metal doors. 00:12:59.860 --> 00:13:04.060 Despite logically leading back outside of the cube, both of these doors instead open 00:13:04.060 --> 00:13:08.310 up to identical rooms, each of which also have two doors. 00:13:08.310 --> 00:13:12.240 This goes on, to the best of our knowledge, in perpetuity. 00:13:12.240 --> 00:13:16.420 Studies indicate that this anomaly has been explored extensively by people in the past, 00:13:16.420 --> 00:13:20.370 due to a high number of markings and unusual items from a number of time periods being 00:13:20.370 --> 00:13:27.870 left inside - religious idols, circa 500 BCE; several treasure chests, circa 1500 CE, and 00:13:27.870 --> 00:13:29.700 even several SCPs. 00:13:29.700 --> 00:13:33.660 The specifics of which I am, sadly, not at liberty to share here. 00:13:33.660 --> 00:13:38.120 The complexity of the labyrinth isn’t the only thing creating a risk of being lost within. 00:13:38.120 --> 00:13:41.740 All signs point to the anomaly having Non-Euclidean Geometry. 00:13:41.740 --> 00:13:46.279 Multiple researchers sent into SCP-167 - each attached to the opening with a lifeline to 00:13:46.279 --> 00:13:50.420 prevent them getting lost - found that their experience getting to the same point involved 00:13:50.420 --> 00:13:53.140 passing through a number of vastly different rooms. 00:13:53.140 --> 00:13:57.060 It is currently unknown what causes these spatial distortions. 00:13:57.060 --> 00:14:02.390 Foundation researchers are extremely curious about potential connections to SCP-184, an 00:14:02.390 --> 00:14:06.790 object also known as The Architect - which causes notable spatial distortions inside 00:14:06.790 --> 00:14:09.420 any building wherein it is placed. 00:14:09.420 --> 00:14:14.060 Cross-tests between the two anomalies are currently pending approval from the O5 Council. 00:14:14.060 --> 00:14:19.620 Because the anomaly appears largely benign, one researcher even pitched using 167 as temporary 00:14:19.620 --> 00:14:22.390 storage space for low-risk anomalies. 00:14:22.390 --> 00:14:27.279 However, just because an anomaly is typically benign doesn’t mean terrible accidents can’t 00:14:27.279 --> 00:14:30.300 happen when the proper safety precautions aren’t followed. 00:14:30.300 --> 00:14:35.079 The following note on the file from lead researcher Dr. Klein illustrates one notable incident 00:14:35.079 --> 00:14:37.959 of a tragedy as a result of lax safety procedures. 00:14:37.959 --> 00:14:43.209 “As most of you are aware, an SCP Foundation Senior Researcher was videotaped entering 00:14:43.209 --> 00:14:48.800 SCP-167 several days ago without the requisite ball of twine, and he has not yet returned. 00:14:48.800 --> 00:14:53.680 His ultimate fate is unknown, but the search teams have turned up nothing. 00:14:53.680 --> 00:14:57.790 Let this be a reminder to all of you just how easy it could be to get lost in there 00:14:57.790 --> 00:15:00.350 if you don’t utilize some method of marking your path. 00:15:00.350 --> 00:15:04.880 If I find that any other researcher has disobeyed the safety regulations and entered without 00:15:04.880 --> 00:15:09.320 a ball of twine, no matter how far deep they intend to go, they will find themselves being 00:15:09.320 --> 00:15:14.020 transferred to another facility for researching Keter-class SCPs, where they should have ample 00:15:14.020 --> 00:15:17.710 motivation to learn to follow safety regulations quite quickly. 00:15:17.710 --> 00:15:20.149 —Signed, Dr. Klein.” 00:15:20.149 --> 00:15:25.670 Because of its lack of sentience and static nature, SCP-167 has been given the Safe Object 00:15:25.670 --> 00:15:26.670 Class. 00:15:26.670 --> 00:15:31.050 It has been removed from the forest and is kept in a padlocked room within Research Command-06, 00:15:31.050 --> 00:15:35.209 and anyone who seeks to conduct explorations into the interior of the anomaly must obtain 00:15:35.209 --> 00:15:39.610 permission from a relevant member of personnel with clearance level 3 or above. 00:15:39.610 --> 00:15:43.490 And remember, no matter where you’re going, whether that be into the local forest or an 00:15:43.490 --> 00:15:48.139 anomalous cube, you’re heading for disaster if you haven’t planned how you’re getting 00:15:48.139 --> 00:15:49.139 back. 00:15:49.139 --> 00:15:55.870 Now go and watch another entry from the files of Dr. Bob, like “SCP-1051 Nevadan Extraterrestrial”, 00:15:55.870 --> 00:15:59.709 for another anomalous location that you’d do anything to avoid getting trapped in. 00:15:59.709 --> 00:16:03.860 And make sure you subscribe and turn on notifications, so you don’t miss a single anomaly, as we 00:16:03.860 --> 00:16:07.330 delve further and further into the SCP Foundation’s classified archives.