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“Twenty-three… bust” the dealer says
before scooping up the cards from in front

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of the man who appears to be growing increasingly
angry as his stack of chips increasingly dwindles

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in size.

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Making matters worse for the man, are the
cheers of excitement coming from the nearby

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craps table, where it seems all of the luck
that he has lost has somehow been transported.

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As the blackjack dealer once again reveals
an ace and a king, another burst of noise

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comes from the craps game.

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“Seven again” the croupier cries before
placing a huge stack of chips in front of

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the young man playing craps who seemingly
can’t lose.

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The young man on the hot streak collects his
winnings and walks happily through the crowded

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casino floor right past the fuming man at
the blackjack table.

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The young man cashes in his chips and counts
the large stack of hundred dollar bills given

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to him before tipping one to the woman working
inside the cage.

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And this night is far from a rarity for this
young man.

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For his entire life, it’s been as if he
couldn’t lose.

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He’s not strong, fast, or especially smart,
but he’s always managed to excel thanks

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to his one incredible gift - his never ending
good luck.

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The young man soon recognized his ability
to consistently beat games of chance and went

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to the one place in the world best suited
for his skills - Las Vegas.

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And Vegas has been very, very good to him.

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He lives in an expensive hotel room right
on the strip, drives fancy cars, and treats

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himself nightly to lavish dinners and shows.

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It’s all possible because no matter what
the game is, it’s as if he can never lose.

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The young man is in the middle of another
hot streak, or rather, continuing his never-ending

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hot streak, this time at the roulette table.

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“How does he keep doing it?”

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someone in the crowd asks as the man hits
another number straight up, paying out thirty-seven

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to one on his bet.

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The crowd cheers and slaps the man on his
back as a crowd has formed who are following

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along with his every bet, piggybacking on
his luck as much as they can.

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The man is just about to place another large
bet when he’s suddenly interrupted by a

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strong hand gripping his upper arm.

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The young man turns to find a large, toothy
grin staring back at him.

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The smiling man continues to hold onto the
young man’s arm as he explains how impressed

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the casino is with his skill.

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He must be the luckiest man they’ve ever
had the pleasure to have visited their casino,

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and the fact that he’s been able to sustain
that same run of luck night after night has

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been truly awe inspiring.

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The young man thanks him for his kind words
and tries to turn back to the table but finds

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that the man won’t let go of his arm, gripping
it even tighter now than before.

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“We’ve been so impressed, in fact” the
man tells him, “that the owners of his casino

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have requested the chance to meet with you.”

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The young man looks down at the huge, powerful
hand holding his arm, and even though he’s

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unaware that it belongs to a former heavyweight
contender, he’s still able to recognize

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that this request isn’t an optional one.

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“Sure,” the young man tells him, “just
let me grab my chips and - “ but the man

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begins to pull him away from the table, telling
him that there’s no need to worry, the casino

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will take care of his winnings.

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“After all, we have cameras everywhere,
who would steal?”

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The young man is soon pushed through a doorway
into a space that looks like a police interrogation

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room with just a single table and a couple
of chairs, one of which a small, older man

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is sitting in.

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The ex-boxer wrenches the young man’s arm
down onto the table and holds it in place

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there.

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The young man screams as the boxer grabs a
hammer with his free hand and raises it into

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the air, ready to bring it down on the young
man’s fingers.

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“Well?” the old man sitting across from
him asks.

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The young man has started to cry a little
but between whimpers he manages to ask “well

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what?”

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The old man wants to know how the young man
is cheating.

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No one wins the way he does, over and over,
night after night, no matter the game.

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The young man insists that he isn’t cheating,
he’s just lucky, he always has been, but

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the old man isn’t buying it.

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He nods to the boxer who raises the hammer
up again, but still the young man doesn’t

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admit to anything.

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“I’m just lucky.

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I’m just lucky,” he keeps repeating over
and over in between sobs.

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The old man stands up and pats him on the
shoulder.

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“Maybe you are,” he says, before slipping
something into the man’s pocket.

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The police then enter the room and immediately
take a set of loaded dice from the same pocket.

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He’s in real trouble now.

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The young man is shoved into a holding cell
at the jail and looks around at the other

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men, wondering if his luck has finally run
out.

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He squeezes in on one of the benches lining
the wall and accidentally bumps the man sitting

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next to him, waking him up from his nap.

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The man is angry at having been disturbed,
but grows even angrier when he realizes who

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just woke him, it’s the man who seemed to
take all the luck.

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The young man doesn’t seem to have noticed
that he’s upset him at all though.

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What he has noticed, is that there’s a penny
on the floor in front of him.

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The young man bends to pick it up just as
the man next to him throws a haymaker.

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His fist slams into the wall right where the
young man’s head just was, shattering many

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of the bones in his hand.

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The young man jumps up with a fright and runs
across the small cell as the other men being

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held also leap to their feet, some crying
out in confusion, others cheering on the violence.

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The young man cries out to the guards for
help but no one seems to be coming to his

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aid.

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He looks around the cell but there’s nowhere
for him to hide.

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The angry man, now madder than ever with a
hand that is rapidly turning purple and blue

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approaches him.

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He lifts the young man up with his good hand,
holding him in the air by his throat.

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“I’m going to kill you!”

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the man cries before the door to the cell
opens.

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The young man watches as the TASER prongs
fired by the jail guards appear on the man’s

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chest, and he drops the young man to the floor
before falling backwards from the 50,000 volts

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coursing through his body.

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The young man would learn the next day that
the angry man was dead before he even hit

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the floor, the result of a congenital heart
defect, and a lot of bad luck.

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The young man stands before a judge who is
listing off the charges against him, which

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include cheating, a felony in this state that
can result in a sentence of up to five years

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in prison.

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“But this isn’t your first offense, is
it?”

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The judge asks.

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The young man tries to explain that those
previous times were all mistakes, he’s never

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cheated in his life, but the judge doesn’t
want to hear it.

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The young man is sitting in the hallway outside
the courtroom when his lawyer emerges from

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his meeting with the judge and prosecutor.

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“Boy are you a lucky guy,” his lawyer
tells him.

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He goes on to explain that even though the
case against him is airtight, the charges

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are going to be dropped, provided he admits
himself to a special program.

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The young man assumes it must be some kind
of gambling addiction program.

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In no way is he addicted to gambling, but
what choice does he have?

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It’s either that, or prison, the choice
is easy.

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As the young man exits the courthouse he is
approached by a man in a suit, who leads him

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to a black van parked nearby.

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The young man is placed in the back and immediately
notices that there is a cage separating the

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back from the front seat, like a prison transport
van.

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The young man is growing nervous, where are
they taking him?

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This all seems like it’s happening so fast,
can it even be legal?

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And what about his things that were taken
at the jail?

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“Excuse me,” he asks the driver, what
about my things?

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I don’t even have my wallet.

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“Don’t worry about that,” the man driving
the van tells him.

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“You won’t need any of that anymore.

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You’re a D Class now.”

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The man doesn’t have any idea what that
means, but he can tell it isn’t good.

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His luck may have finally ran out.

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The young man, who once lived the life of
a professional Las Vegas gambler, was given

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a new name - D-87465.

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But as you’ll see, that name wouldn’t
last very long, and soon would be known as

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SCP-181… or as the SCP Foundation staff
liked to refer to him…

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Lucky.

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SCP-181, was first noticed by the Foundation
following his being arrested for repeatedly

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defrauding the Nevada Gaming Commission.

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He was originally made a member of the Foundation’s
Class D personnel, the guinea pigs of the

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SCP Foundation who are used for various tests
with anomalies in order to better understand

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their properties.

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However it soon became clear that the man’s
ability to consistently beat the odds had

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nothing to do with cheating.

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In his first experiment, which took place
at Armed Reliquary Containment Area-02, where

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he and several other Class Ds were exposed
to an SCP that is known to to incite extreme

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anger and murderous tendencies in those who
come into contact with it.

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Just as expected, one of the other D Class
members became enraged and began rampaging,

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killing all of the other Class Ds present…

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all except for one.

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Through what appeared to be a stroke of good
luck, the frenzying D Class seemed to miss

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D-87465, who had laid down on the ground amongst
the other bodies and was playing dead.

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An armed response team soon entered the experimentation
cell and put down the rampaging D Class, sparing

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D-87465.

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He was next submitted to a test with SCP-075,
a creature that resembles a large snail with

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a muscular foot shaped like a six-fingered,
clawed hand.

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SCP-075 is much heavier than its small size
makes it seem like it should, weighing approximately

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860 kilograms.

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Despite this, it is able to move at an extremely
high speed, quickly leaping towards anyone

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who comes near it and spraying them with a
deadly corrosive liquid.

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D-87465 was placed in a cell with SCP-075
as part of a test to measure its speed and

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reaction time, but despite SCP-075 having
immediately killed all prior D Classes during

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tests, D-87465 somehow managed to keep avoiding
its leaping attacks.

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He was always able to guess which direction
to move in order to dodge the deadly snail,

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like a soccer goalie who always picks the
right way to dive to stop penalty kicks.

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Having now survived not one but two experiments
that exposed him to Keter class anomalies,

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researchers needed to find out if D-87465
was himself anomalous, or simply a statistical

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anomaly.

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In order to test this, the D Class was placed
in the containment cell of SCP-082, better

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known to most as Fernand the Cannibal, a grotesquely
huge humanoid with ogre-like features who

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often dresses like a Victorian era aristocrat,
and will regale his guests with outlandish

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stories before inevitably eating them.

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But there was something different about D-87465.

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After a full month of survival in 082’s
cell, a length of time that had resulted in

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all the previous test subjects being consumed,
SCP researchers suspected that this D Class’s

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incredible ability to survive was much more
than just dumb luck, but they needed to test

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him even more to see if his powers extended
beyond just the ability to survive.

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D-87465 was removed from regular D Class duties
and researchers began performing various tests

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on him, watching as he flipped a coin fifty
times in a row, with it coming up heads every

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single time.

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Similar results occurred when they had him
roll pairs of dice that would always total

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up to seven, or when they had him pick random
cards out of a deck and he was able to pull

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all thirteen hearts in a row.

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Foundation researchers were now convinced
that this man was more than just lucky, he

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seemed to possess the ability to create an
unnatural effect on probability, though researchers

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suspected that he was generating this effect
without being aware of it.

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At this point, D-87465 was reclassified and
given a new designation - SCP-181.

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Further testing confirmed that SCP-181 is
able to affect causal probability and that

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it really does occur through no action of
his own.

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However there’s more to SCP-181 than simply
being lucky, as researchers soon found out.

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In an audit of death and injury rates at Bio-Research
Area-12, where SCP-181 is contained, it was

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discovered that both had increased dramatically
in the time since he was brought there.

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It seems that SCP-181 doesn’t simply create
his own good luck, he in some way saps it

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from others simply by being present.

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It now appears that every lucky moment he
experiences results in the opposite happening

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to someone else.

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For every seven he rolls on a pair of dice,
someone else gets snake eyes.

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And for every death defying escape he makes,
someone else must die.

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There’s no telling how far his ability might
scale.

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Could he survive a nuclear blast?

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And if he did, what would be the result in
order to “even out” the odds so to speak.

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In light of these new discoveries, SCP-181
was removed from his low level containment

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cell where he was allowed to occasionally
interact with D Class personnel for entertainment

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purposes, and was moved to Site-27, where
he was placed in solitary confinement and

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classified as Safe.

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All interactions with staff are now limited
to the bare minimum in order to ensure his

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survival and security, without risking any
events that might result in him “getting

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lucky.”

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Now go and watch another entry from the files
of Dr. Bob, like SCP-007 Abdominal Planet,

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another humanoid SCP that is even stranger
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and further into the SCP Foundation’s classified
archives.

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The SCP Foundation personnel at Area-142 didn’t
understand what was happening.

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For days, researchers and guards had been
complaining about headaches and nausea.

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Soon the on-site water purification system
broke down, a researcher experienced multiple

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organ failures, and the on-site hangar completely
collapsed, causing the deaths of multiple

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airmen.

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What was happening at Area-142?

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Hi!

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I’m Dr. Bob, and THIS is SCP-1440, also
known as...

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The Old Man from Nowhere.

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SCP-1440 has the appearance of a human male
but its ethnicity and age are both unknown.

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When asked any details about itself, or its
past, including its name, birthdate, or place

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of birth, SCP-1440 refuses to answer, though
it’s unknown if it is refusing to give this

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information, or if it simply does not know
the answer to these questions.

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The aptly nicknamed Old Man from Nowhere appears
to be around eighty years old, but in the

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fifty years that the SCP Foundation has been
aware of its existence, SCP-1440 has not shown

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any signs of aging at all, and it has yet
to be determined whether it is aging too slowly

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for a difference to be perceived in that time
or if it does not age at all, and this is

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its permanent appearance.

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But SCP-1440’s lack of aging is not even
the strangest thing about it.

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It’s true anomalous nature reveals itself
once it comes into contact with a human population

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or any man-made objects, and remains in contact
with them for more than a few days.

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After several days of exposure, an acute adverse
effect on anything and everything directly

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connected to humanity occurs in the vicinity
of SCP-1440.

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Destructive events begin to happen and grow
increasingly disastrous until the man-made

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objects are destroyed or the people in close
contact are killed.

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The only exceptions to these destructive events
are SCP-1440 itself and its few possessions

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which consist of its clothes, a sack made
of unidentified material, a pack of worn playing

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cards, and a small glass cup.

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It's unknown whether these objects are somehow
protected from the destructive anomalous effects

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or whether they are not actually man-made
items.

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SCP-1440 seems to be aware of its anomalous
effects on human populations and objects,

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and appears to attempt to avert destruction
of them by avoiding human contact as much

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as possible.

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However, SCP-1440 is for some reason compelled
to travel in what looks like a highly complex

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pattern, one that always eventually leads
to it running into human populations, whether

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it wants to or not.

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The particulars of this pattern, both its
shape and the reason why SCP-1440 feels compelled

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to follow it, are as of yet unknown.

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And just like the other details of its origin,
The Old Man from Nowhere has not been able

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to provide any additional information or help.

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SCP-1440 has explained that the growing size
of the human population and its expansion

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into previously uninhabited areas has made
it harder and harder to avoid contact with

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humanity as it follows its complex pattern
of movement.

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SCP-1440 is not actively hostile, nor will
it resist or fight back against attempts to

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contain it.

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Unfortunately for the SCP Foundation, all
attempts to contain SCP-1440 have so far failed.

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These containment attempts have led to large
losses of personnel life and Foundation resources

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as a result of the destructive anomalous effects
that follow SCP-1440.

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The Old Man from Nowhere first came to the
SCP Foundation’s attention after SCP-1440

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itself approached a foundation researcher
who was on her way to work.

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SCP-1440 somehow knew that this researcher
worked for the Foundation and requested her

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assistance.

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When the researcher asked what kind of assistance
it was looking for, it replied that it hoped

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the foundation would be able to destroy it.

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It was brought to an SCP Foundation site for
further questioning and study, which is where

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the destructive anomalous effects were first
witnessed.

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The entire site was destroyed, killing multiple
site personnel, as well as causing the destruction

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of six Safe and Euclid-level SCP objects.

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So far, all other attempts to content SCP-1440
have resulted in similar destructive events.

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SCP-1440 doesn’t resist the SCP Foundation’s
attempts to contain it.

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During the fourth such attempt by the Foundation,
SCP-1440 was brought to Area-142.

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The Old Man from Nowhere applauded the Foundation’s
ongoing efforts, but also expressed that it

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was for the best that it be allowed to leave,
as the results for the researchers would be

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the same as the previous three attempts - death
for all involved.

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SCP-1440 told the researcher interviewing
it that its First Brother had already arrived

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and was standing behind the researcher.

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It went on to explain that the brothers are
different, but one and the same.

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They are all cruel, vengeful, and capable
of holding a grudge for a long time.

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They are the cause of SCP-1440’s misfortune,
and therefore the cause of anyone who comes

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into contact with it.

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It then told the researcher that the Second
Brother had arrived and that time was running

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short, if it wasn’t released soon then the
destruction would start.

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The researcher asked about the Third Brother,
and questioned how much time they had since

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the third had apparently not yet arrived.

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SCP-1440 explained that the third, despite
being the cruelest of all, never arrives,

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and that it's actually the appearance of the
last brother that will somehow set The Old

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Man from Nowhere free.

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SCP-1440 has spent countless months and years
searching for the Third Brother trying to

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return something that he won from the other
two.

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It then made a reference to challenging Death
itself to a game of cards for its life, and

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that if the researcher is ever in such a situation,
they must not do what The Old Man from Nowhere

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did… win.

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At that very moment, the on-site nuclear device
stored at Area-142 detonated despite it having

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multiple failsafes in place that should have
made such a detonation impossible.

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Area-142 was destroyed and all on-site personnel
were killed.

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SCP-1440 was spotted a week later over 3,000
kilometers away from Area-142, showing no

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signs of having experienced any harm.

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After three additional containment attempts
were made and all ended in a similarly disastrous

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fashion, future attempts to contain SCP-1440
have been suspended indefinitely until a suitable

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containment procedure that doesn’t involve
an unacceptable loss of resources and personnel

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can be found.

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Research and analysis of SCP-1440’s travelling
pattern continues, with a focus on minimizing

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civilian exposure to it, as does research
into a way to hopefully permanently contain

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it in the future.

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Unfortunately, SCP-1440’s location is currently
unknown and it has been given the object class

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Keter.

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High in the Andes Mountains, two miners chip
away at the rock with their mining picks in

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search of precious minerals when something
strange happens - they hit an impenetrable

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wall.

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As they dust off the unbreakable surface they’ve
reached, they see that it’s a mirrored sheet

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of some strange metal.

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They start to break away the rock around it,
revealing more and more of the shiny, metallic

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surface until it suddenly disappears as if
by magic.

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Behind it is a chamber, with strange machinery
and a mysterious metallic ball inside.

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The two miners look at each other in disbelief.

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What on Earth had they just discovered?

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Hi!

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I’m Dr. Bob, and THIS is SCP-163, also known
as...

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An Old Castaway.

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The Foundation soon caught word of the bizarre
object that had been unearthed in the Andes

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Mountains and immediately sent agents to secure
the site.

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When they arrived, they found the metallic
sphere was still there, though approximately

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thirty percent of the machinery originally
reported to have been in the chamber had been

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looted before they could get there.

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Based on analysis of the rock strata in which
it was found, the chamber appeared to be many,

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many years old and tests on the minerals present
showed signs of a shock-wave, indicating that

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whatever this was, it had crash landed into
the mountains.

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Upon examination of the metallic sphere, the
agents found that it was a kind of machine,

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and one with a relatively simplistic interface.

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The agents deactivated the machine and were
met with an amazing discovery.

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The mirrored ball was actually a kind of shield,
and inside was something incredible - a creature

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that could only be described as extraterrestrial,
and it was soon to be designated SCP-163.

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The alien immediately lashed out at the agents,
but they were able to subdue it and transport

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it back to a Foundation containment site for
further investigation.

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SCP-163 is like nothing that has even been
seen on this planet.

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It stands two meters tall and is one and a
half meters wide.

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Its body is roughly cylindrical with a circular
mouth on its lower body and something that

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resembles a head on top.

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It has eight legs, each with three joints
that are arranged radially around the middle

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of its body.

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It also has multiple specialized limbs including
two prehensile apparatus on either side of

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its mouth to assist with feeding, two arms
just below the head area that are capable

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of finer movement and the delicate manipulation
of objects, two larger arms just above its

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legs that are used for the manipulation of
heavy objects as well as self defense, and

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the remains of two appendages also near the
mouth that appear to have been amputated at

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some point prior to its discovery.

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Thirty centimeters from the top of SCP-163’s
head is a single semi-compound eye which wraps

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all the way around its head, giving it complete
360 degree vision.

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The eye is separated into eighty-eight separate
units and is sensitive to ultraviolet-c light,

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a short wavelength light that’s harmful
to most life on earth.

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Its skin is transparent when exposed to the
wavelengths of light that humans can see,

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but turns opaque under ultraviolet light.

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The strange properties of SCP-163 don’t
stop with what’s on the outside.

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Tests of the creature’s green colored blood
have revealed that it processes oxygen and

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carbon dioxide similar to many creatures on
earth, but its circulatory system is nickel

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based, as opposed to the iron or copper based
systems used by most terrestrial organisms.

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It also has an endoskeleton composed of tissue
that’s similar to cellulose, the substance

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that plant cell walls are made of, and its
cells use DNA for instructions just like human’s

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cells do with the same ACGT bases, but SCP-163
interprets those instructions differently

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from the way human cells do.

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All of these differences mean that SCP-163’s
home environment must be radically different

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from Earth’s, with different types of proportions
of elements present.

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Certain elements that are perfectly safe for
humans are dangerous to SCP-163 and vice versa.

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Tests have shown that while it's able to survive
in our atmosphere unaided, it will begin to

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show signs of illness after one hour.

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In order to stay alive, it’s vital that
SCP-163 continues to possess and maintain

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the universal life support device that was
discovered with it, designated SCP-163-1.

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The device is able to convert basic chemical
elements into subsistence for 163, as well

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as projecting the protective metallic shield
that it was found encased in.

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The other technology recovered from alongside
SCP-163 has yet to be fully understood, though

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research is ongoing.

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The technology is surprisingly “low tech”
with much of it consisting of transistors

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assembled into analog computers with seemingly
varied purposes.

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The processes these computers appear to be
modelling do not match up with any known scientific

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processes, and it’s theorized that they
have something to do with 163’s life support.

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It’s still not known how or if it communicates
complex ideas.

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When in certain states, it produces a steady
sinusoidal wave at approximately 15 hertz

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that can last anywhere from 15 seconds to
10 minutes, and personnel that have been exposed

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to the sound have reported experiencing feelings
of paranoia and are recommended to remain

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in well-lit conditions until the feeling subsides.

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SCP-163’s main way of expressing emotion
appears to be with the lump of tissue above

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its compound eye, and depending on how it
feels, it will furrow its brow in a number

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of different ways.

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It has also been shown to display a positive
response to something by rapidly beating its

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delicate upper arms together, and a negative
response by doing the same with its two powerful

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lower arms.

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SCP-163 is to be contained in an enclosure
with rooms for living, dining, work, and sleep,

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as well as a receiving room with an airlock
and seating that’s appropriate for both

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163 and a human researcher.

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The air in the enclosure is to be filtered
and regularly checked for impurities, and

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there are two lighting systems, one that produces
light within the human visible spectrum and

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one producing ultraviolet light.

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Personnel are to wear isolation suits at all
times when in the enclosure to protect both

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themselves and SCP-163 from cross contamination.

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Surprisingly, SCP-163, which has been classified
as safe, is also free to leave its enclosure,

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provided it don its own isolation suit first
and is escorted by a researcher at all times.

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A number of experiments have been performed
in an attempt to communicate with SCP-163

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as well as determine its level of intelligence.

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In one test, a number of cards with images
printed on them that depicted various human

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expressions and emotions were shown to 163.

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It did not appear to recognize any of them,
but it did hold the eighteenth image shown

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up over the presiding researcher’s face
plate.

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In another, it was given a test to see whether
it was capable of selflessness and would offer

00:27:06.940 --> 00:27:08.700
help if given the chance.

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A researcher brought two wooden blocks and
a box into 163’s enclosure.

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The researcher opened the box and placed one
block inside before closing the box.

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The researcher then tried to place the other
block inside the box, acting as if they were

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struggling and couldn’t figure out why the
block wouldn’t go inside the closed box.

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After watching for ten seconds, SCP-163 assisted
the researcher and opened the box, a result

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consistent with how human children behave
when given the same test.

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But the most unexpected result of all came
when a researcher brought a canvas, brushes,

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and a selection of ultraviolet colored paints
to 163’s enclosure.

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163 immediately began painting after being
shown how, and soon produced a painting of

00:27:51.200 --> 00:27:54.860
an alien landscape with never before seen
plants and animals.

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SCP-163 stared at the painting it had produced
for seven minutes before seeming to become

00:28:00.890 --> 00:28:05.920
angry, knocking the painting to the floor
and retreating to a corner of its room.

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It furrowed the tissue on its head indicating
distress and all attempts at communicating

00:28:10.560 --> 00:28:12.130
with it failed.

00:28:12.130 --> 00:28:17.210
That is until the researcher tried to remove
the painting supplies, at which point SCP-163

00:28:17.210 --> 00:28:21.490
beat its heavy arms together to indicate its
unhappiness.

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The next day, the researcher brought more
painting supplies and SCP-163 continues to

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paint imagery of what is presumably its home
alien planet.

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It’s truly amazing, and lucky, that SCP-163
was discovered.

00:28:36.180 --> 00:28:40.870
The Foundation is now monitoring all excavations
of rock strata that are of similar age to

00:28:40.870 --> 00:28:43.900
the one 163 was discovered in.

00:28:43.900 --> 00:28:48.850
Perhaps one day another extraterrestrial will
be discovered, offering 163 potentially a

00:28:48.850 --> 00:28:53.580
way home, or at the very least, a friend.

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Now go and watch another entry from the files
of Dr. Bob, and be sure to subscribe as we

00:28:58.590 --> 00:29:05.510
delve further and further into the SCP Foundation’s
classified archives.

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The young woman looked again at her map, turning
it this way and that, trying to figure out

00:29:10.070 --> 00:29:11.870
which way she should be going.

00:29:11.870 --> 00:29:13.700
“Excuse me… sir!”

00:29:13.700 --> 00:29:17.350
she calls out to a
passing man, but he pays her no mind.

00:29:17.350 --> 00:29:21.620
A woman walks past and stops when the woman
tries her hand at the local language.

00:29:21.620 --> 00:29:22.620
“Bud…

00:29:22.620 --> 00:29:23.620
um…

00:29:23.620 --> 00:29:24.620
laska.”

00:29:24.620 --> 00:29:27.070
“Da?” the woman asks her.

00:29:27.070 --> 00:29:29.370
“Vy… ugh..

00:29:29.370 --> 00:29:33.970
Ros… rosmovlyayete… uh… anglijskoyu?”

00:29:33.970 --> 00:29:37.830
“Net,” the woman replies before continuing
on her way.

00:29:37.830 --> 00:29:40.510
The young woman feels that this is hopeless.

00:29:40.510 --> 00:29:44.340
Outside of a few phrases like “hello,”
“goodbye,” and “where is the bathroom?”

00:29:44.340 --> 00:29:46.740
her local language skills are sorely lacking.

00:29:46.740 --> 00:29:50.820
She’s still at the beginning of her grand
trip of Europe that saw her starting on the

00:29:50.820 --> 00:29:54.090
eastern side of the continent with the plan
to travel westward and finish her journey

00:29:54.090 --> 00:29:55.290
in Paris.

00:29:55.290 --> 00:29:59.800
She’s traveled a bit before, but here in
this Ukrainian city she’s realizing that

00:29:59.800 --> 00:30:02.130
she may be out of her comfort zone.

00:30:02.130 --> 00:30:04.520
This trip is very important to her though.

00:30:04.520 --> 00:30:08.850
After her parents were killed in a car wreck,
she was paralyzed with grief and barely left

00:30:08.850 --> 00:30:10.390
her room for months.

00:30:10.390 --> 00:30:13.910
She decided that she needed to get away and
give herself a clean break from everything

00:30:13.910 --> 00:30:18.180
back home, and so she decided to do what her
parents had done when they were her age and

00:30:18.180 --> 00:30:19.970
backpack across Europe.

00:30:19.970 --> 00:30:23.730
All of the pictures from their trip showed
the two of them together smiling and happy

00:30:23.730 --> 00:30:29.480
in front of great landmarks, but here she
was, alone, scared, and unable to even find

00:30:29.480 --> 00:30:30.480
her hostel.

00:30:30.480 --> 00:30:32.170
“Sir, can you help me!”

00:30:32.170 --> 00:30:35.930
she cries to another
passing man, waving her map towards him, but

00:30:35.930 --> 00:30:38.060
he too ignores her pleas.

00:30:38.060 --> 00:30:39.890
The young woman zips up her jacket.

00:30:39.890 --> 00:30:43.540
It’s getting late and the setting of the
sun is accompanied by a cold breeze.

00:30:43.540 --> 00:30:47.480
She looks up and down the city street, and
even though there are still plenty of people

00:30:47.480 --> 00:30:51.460
around, it feels as though all she can see
are unfriendly faces.

00:30:51.460 --> 00:30:54.260
Her face lights up when she spots something
though…

00:30:54.260 --> 00:30:55.280
It's a police officer!

00:30:55.280 --> 00:30:57.190
He’ll be able to help her.

00:30:57.190 --> 00:31:00.990
The young woman runs towards the police officer
who is standing near the side of the road.

00:31:00.990 --> 00:31:03.690
Or at least she thinks he must be a police
officer.

00:31:03.690 --> 00:31:07.650
His gray uniform looks a little old fashioned,
but it’s neat and well fitting and he’s

00:31:07.650 --> 00:31:11.000
holding what appears to be a baton used for
directing traffic.

00:31:11.000 --> 00:31:14.730
The young woman approaches the officer but
his back is to her as he gazes out towards

00:31:14.730 --> 00:31:16.200
the street.

00:31:16.200 --> 00:31:20.440
Unsure of what else to do, she reaches out
with some hesitancy and taps the man on the

00:31:20.440 --> 00:31:22.790
shoulder, causing him to wheel around to face
her.

00:31:22.790 --> 00:31:24.800
He stares at her without speaking.

00:31:24.800 --> 00:31:27.160
“Umm… do you speak English?”

00:31:27.160 --> 00:31:28.210
the young
woman asks.

00:31:28.210 --> 00:31:31.860
“Yes, little,” he responds in a thick
Ukrainian accent.

00:31:31.860 --> 00:31:33.120
“Oh thank goodness.

00:31:33.120 --> 00:31:36.860
You have to help me, please, I’m completely
lost and I don’t know what to do.”

00:31:36.860 --> 00:31:40.960
As people continue to walk past her without
giving any notice, she goes on to explain

00:31:40.960 --> 00:31:44.990
that after arriving in the North Eastern Ukrainian
city she took what she thought would be the

00:31:44.990 --> 00:31:48.690
right bus, but ended up going in the completely
wrong direction.

00:31:48.690 --> 00:31:53.060
Now she has no idea where she is and is worried
she won’t make it to her hostel before night

00:31:53.060 --> 00:31:54.060
falls.

00:31:54.060 --> 00:31:55.970
“Where is your khostel?”

00:31:55.970 --> 00:31:57.430
the policeman
asks.

00:31:57.430 --> 00:32:01.070
“Somewhere called the…” she looks down
at the words scribbled on the margins of her

00:32:01.070 --> 00:32:02.070
map.

00:32:02.070 --> 00:32:05.110
“The student… the studentskaya,” she
tells him.

00:32:05.110 --> 00:32:06.550
“Ah yes, yes.”

00:32:06.550 --> 00:32:08.040
The police officer says.

00:32:08.040 --> 00:32:12.550
There are many hostels there including some
specifically for foreign visitors and students.

00:32:12.550 --> 00:32:16.110
She has been very unlucky though, since it
was actually near the metro station she first

00:32:16.110 --> 00:32:17.380
arrived at.

00:32:17.380 --> 00:32:19.010
He can help her get there though.

00:32:19.010 --> 00:32:23.210
There is a bus that will take her straight
there, and the stop is only a few blocks away.

00:32:23.210 --> 00:32:25.260
He can walk with her there if she likes.

00:32:25.260 --> 00:32:30.150
The young woman accepts his kind offer and
the two start heading down the sidewalk together.

00:32:30.150 --> 00:32:34.610
As they walk, he asks what she is doing in
their city and she explains how she just needed

00:32:34.610 --> 00:32:36.540
to get away and see the world.

00:32:36.540 --> 00:32:41.120
She’s unsure why, but she feels like she
can confide in this policeman, and she begins

00:32:41.120 --> 00:32:45.090
to explain what happened to her parents, how
alone she felt at home, and how this trip

00:32:45.090 --> 00:32:49.520
is meant to be a life reset, but so far it’s
off to a terrible start.

00:32:49.520 --> 00:32:53.280
“We have a phrase,” he tells her, “Vsegda
mozhet byt' khuzhe”

00:32:53.280 --> 00:32:54.620
“What does that mean?”

00:32:54.620 --> 00:32:55.690
she asks.

00:32:55.690 --> 00:32:57.960
“It can always get worse…

00:32:57.960 --> 00:32:59.220
this way”

00:32:59.220 --> 00:33:03.120
The police officer points towards an alleyway
and starts walking towards it.

00:33:03.120 --> 00:33:06.780
He can tell the young woman is feeling apprehensive
about entering the dark space between the

00:33:06.780 --> 00:33:11.460
buildings and he assures her that it is a
shortcut, there’s nothing to be afraid of.

00:33:11.460 --> 00:33:15.080
The two walk into the alley together and the
young woman again starts telling him about

00:33:15.080 --> 00:33:19.190
her life back in the United States, what she
plans to do when she gets back, how she hopes

00:33:19.190 --> 00:33:21.620
the trip will be a turning point for her.

00:33:21.620 --> 00:33:25.760
As she talks, she fails to notice that the
police officer has begun to slow.

00:33:25.760 --> 00:33:29.400
She does notice though, that the shadow of
the police officer has suddenly started to

00:33:29.400 --> 00:33:31.620
stretch out on the ground in front of her.

00:33:31.620 --> 00:33:35.970
She stops and watches as the shadow keeps
moving, growing larger and larger.

00:33:35.970 --> 00:33:39.620
It stretches and lengthens, even as hers stays
the same.

00:33:39.620 --> 00:33:44.490
She also realizes that the sound of the policeman’s
footsteps have also stopped.

00:33:44.490 --> 00:33:48.640
She slowly turns to see it standing in the
place where the police officer should be.

00:33:48.640 --> 00:33:50.750
A grotesque, horrible sight.

00:33:50.750 --> 00:33:53.700
A massively tall creature, with long, disgusting
limbs.

00:33:53.700 --> 00:33:58.390
She’s too scared to scream as she continues
looking up its gigantic body before finally

00:33:58.390 --> 00:34:00.990
looking at its face, or what’s left of it.

00:34:00.990 --> 00:34:06.430
Half of its jaw hangs unhinged, as if it has
been torn from its joint, and it has no ears

00:34:06.430 --> 00:34:07.530
or nose.

00:34:07.530 --> 00:34:11.849
She trembles in fear as she wonders if whatever
this thing is can see her, since it also has

00:34:11.849 --> 00:34:13.009
no eyes.

00:34:13.009 --> 00:34:17.159
The last thing she sees before she turns to
run is the creature lifting up one of its

00:34:17.159 --> 00:34:21.250
arms, where its hand has been replaced by
a black and white metal rod that it brings

00:34:21.250 --> 00:34:25.099
down with terrifying speed and crushes her
skull.

00:34:25.099 --> 00:34:26.099
Pryvit!

00:34:26.099 --> 00:34:32.339
Today’s file exploration has taken us to
Ukraine, though the anomaly known as SCP-1366-RU

00:34:32.339 --> 00:34:36.440
has been known to appear in a number of other
countries as well.

00:34:36.440 --> 00:34:42.770
SCP-1366-RU is a humanoid creature that, from
what the SCP Foundation has been able to observe,

00:34:42.770 --> 00:34:47.929
appears to be sapient, and resembles a police
officer, or militsiya, from the 1970s Soviet

00:34:47.929 --> 00:34:48.929
Union.

00:34:48.929 --> 00:34:53.909
It wears a long, dark gray coat, tall black
leather boots, and a cap, and holds a black

00:34:53.909 --> 00:34:58.330
and white baton reminiscent of the type used
by police officers in Russia and many Eastern

00:34:58.330 --> 00:35:00.970
European countries to direct traffic.

00:35:00.970 --> 00:35:06.279
When an individual begins interacting with
SCP-1366-RU, they will find that they feel

00:35:06.279 --> 00:35:11.130
as if they are talking to a regular police
officer and having a completely normal conversation.

00:35:11.130 --> 00:35:14.730
It is capable of exerting a mental influence
over the person speaking with them, allowing

00:35:14.730 --> 00:35:19.560
it to easily mislead and deceive them, which
explains why they ignore the fact that the

00:35:19.560 --> 00:35:23.250
officer is wearing a uniform that is several
decades out of date.

00:35:23.250 --> 00:35:27.040
Those who pass by will not seem to notice
the anachronistic clothing either, and they

00:35:27.040 --> 00:35:33.030
will pay no mind to what is happening.This
same effect extends to those viewing SCP-1366-RU

00:35:33.030 --> 00:35:39.180
on a live feed, and it is only when recordings
are viewed, that its true form is revealed.

00:35:39.180 --> 00:35:44.279
SCP-1366-RU’s actual appearance is that
of a mummified human corpse, though it is

00:35:44.279 --> 00:35:49.410
taller than any human at over 5 meters in
height, with arms and legs that are disproportionately

00:35:49.410 --> 00:35:53.769
long, with the legs alone making up two thirds
of its total height.

00:35:53.769 --> 00:35:59.230
SCP-1366-RU is also extremely skinny, even
for a desiccated cadaver, and its limbs and

00:35:59.230 --> 00:36:03.509
head look as though they are nothing more
than brown, dry skin stretched directly over

00:36:03.509 --> 00:36:06.869
bones with no muscle at all underneath.

00:36:06.869 --> 00:36:10.920
Its left hand appears to be missing, and in
its place the creature has a black and white

00:36:10.920 --> 00:36:13.539
rod fused directly into its arm.

00:36:13.539 --> 00:36:17.950
1366-RU’s face appears as though it has
suffered tremendous injuries.

00:36:17.950 --> 00:36:22.839
Its eyes, nose, and ears all look as if they
have been removed from its face, and the left

00:36:22.839 --> 00:36:27.509
half of its lower jaw hangs freely in its
joint as though it were torn away.

00:36:27.509 --> 00:36:31.770
Despite this damage to its face, it is still
quite capable of speech, at least when people

00:36:31.770 --> 00:36:33.820
are perceiving it in its human form.

00:36:33.820 --> 00:36:40.520
It’s currently unknown why, but SCP-1366-RU
appears to be primarily interested in kidnapping

00:36:40.520 --> 00:36:45.130
and killing people who are in countries that
once belonged to the former Soviet Union.

00:36:45.130 --> 00:36:50.039
So far there has been no commonalities between
the victims except for one thing, all of their

00:36:50.039 --> 00:36:53.630
parents were dead at the time of their abduction.

00:36:53.630 --> 00:36:57.710
Once the Foundation realized this uniting
factor, they were able to create a scenario

00:36:57.710 --> 00:37:03.650
in which the anomaly appeared, though so far
this has only been successful one time.

00:37:03.650 --> 00:37:09.039
Foundation researchers located a member of
Class D personnel who was an orphan, D-1935,

00:37:09.039 --> 00:37:13.109
and equipped them with a radio headset, a
video camera, and a microphone, and instructed

00:37:13.109 --> 00:37:18.160
them to walk the streets of a city located
in a country which was once part of the USSR.

00:37:18.160 --> 00:37:23.800
The D-Class was observed on location by members
of MTF Eta-10 nicknamed "See No Evil" and

00:37:23.800 --> 00:37:27.660
they watched as D-1935 suddenly stopped on
the sidewalk.

00:37:27.660 --> 00:37:31.670
He was approached by a police officer with
an out of date uniform who saluted the D-Class

00:37:31.670 --> 00:37:32.960
with his right hand.

00:37:32.960 --> 00:37:37.250
Eta-10, appeared to not see the police officer
and reminded the D-Class to stay sharp and

00:37:37.250 --> 00:37:40.190
continue looking for 1366-RU.

00:37:40.190 --> 00:37:44.599
The police officer spoke to the D-Class, though
only in mumbled, broken words, as if something

00:37:44.599 --> 00:37:47.049
had rendered him unable to speak.

00:37:47.049 --> 00:37:50.750
The recording equipment captured the D-Class
seeming to have a one sided conversation with

00:37:50.750 --> 00:37:55.110
the policeman, where he insisted that he wasn’t
lost, and that he was actually out walking

00:37:55.110 --> 00:37:56.140
with his mother.

00:37:56.140 --> 00:37:58.650
Or rather, he thought he was out with his
mother.

00:37:58.650 --> 00:38:02.530
It seemed to the D-Class that she had just
left, and he requested the police officers

00:38:02.530 --> 00:38:04.540
help in finding her again.

00:38:04.540 --> 00:38:08.740
The officer then took the D-Class’s hand
and began leading him away, eventually taking

00:38:08.740 --> 00:38:10.740
him into a dark alley.

00:38:10.740 --> 00:38:13.910
All the while Eta-10 seemed completely oblivious
to what was going on.

00:38:13.910 --> 00:38:20.190
They didn’t even realize that D-1935 had
left until the two disappeared into the alleyway.

00:38:20.190 --> 00:38:23.970
They began searching the area but they were
unable to locate the D-Class anywhere.

00:38:23.970 --> 00:38:28.160
It was as if he had been there one moment
and then simply disappeared.

00:38:28.160 --> 00:38:33.319
Luckily, D-1935 had also been equipped with
a GPS tracking beacon.

00:38:33.319 --> 00:38:37.369
But when Eta-10 looked at their locator, they
were convinced something was wrong, since

00:38:37.369 --> 00:38:40.769
it showed that the D-Class was now over 5,000
kilometers away.

00:38:40.769 --> 00:38:46.740
A nearby containment team was sent to the
location being broadcast from D-1935’s tracker,

00:38:46.740 --> 00:38:50.640
and they arrived roughly two hours after his
disappearance.

00:38:50.640 --> 00:38:55.289
When they got to the location, they discovered
that it was coming from a very strange place…

00:38:55.289 --> 00:38:56.609
a cemetery.

00:38:56.609 --> 00:39:00.770
The team cautiously entered the cemetery and
began making their way in the direction of

00:39:00.770 --> 00:39:03.369
the beacon, unaware of what they would find.

00:39:03.369 --> 00:39:07.720
When the GPS locator finally signalled that
they were in the correct position, they realized

00:39:07.720 --> 00:39:13.329
that they were standing directly over a grave,
specifically, a grave belonging to the mother

00:39:13.329 --> 00:39:17.670
of D-1935, who had been dead for over 50 years.

00:39:17.670 --> 00:39:22.049
There was no question though, this was the
location the beacon was broadcasting from,

00:39:22.049 --> 00:39:26.089
and after receiving permission from the Foundation,
the containment team began to dig.

00:39:26.089 --> 00:39:30.619
When the coffin was finally revealed, the
team readied their weapons, unsure of what

00:39:30.619 --> 00:39:35.309
they might find inside, but when they opened
its lid, they saw that their guns weren’t

00:39:35.309 --> 00:39:36.309
necessary.

00:39:36.309 --> 00:39:41.430
All that was found within was the mummified
body of a woman… that and the body of D-1935,

00:39:41.430 --> 00:39:46.710
who was curled up in the fetal position, tightly
hugging the remains of his mother.

00:39:46.710 --> 00:39:52.160
Following this event, the parents of other
suspected SCP-1366-RU victims were exhumed

00:39:52.160 --> 00:39:57.519
as well, and in each case, the missing person’s
body was found inside alongside their deceased

00:39:57.519 --> 00:39:59.880
mother or father.

00:39:59.880 --> 00:40:05.499
SCP-1366-RU, which has been given the nickname
Uncle Styopa, a play on a popular Russian’s

00:40:05.499 --> 00:40:10.200
children character who is an extremely tall
policeman, has so far eluded all containment

00:40:10.200 --> 00:40:13.809
attempts, and it has been classified as Euclid.

00:40:13.809 --> 00:40:17.080
Disappearances of those without living parents
in former Soviet Union countries should be

00:40:17.080 --> 00:40:20.680
investigated to determine the involvement
of SCP-1366-RU.

00:40:20.680 --> 00:40:25.690
Any recording devices in the area where they
disappeared must be checked and should they

00:40:25.690 --> 00:40:31.559
contain any images of SCP-1366-RU’s true
form, then they are to be immediately confiscated

00:40:31.559 --> 00:40:34.310
and destroyed.

00:40:34.310 --> 00:40:40.119
Now go and watch another entry from the files
of Dr. Bob, like SCP-1098-RU - The Theater

00:40:40.119 --> 00:40:44.100
of Living Puppets, for another anomaly from
the Russian SCP Foundation.

00:40:44.100 --> 00:40:48.499
And make sure you subscribe and turn on notifications,
so you don’t miss a single anomaly, as we

00:40:48.499 --> 00:40:53.980
delve further and further into the SCP Foundation’s
classified archives.

00:40:53.980 --> 00:40:55.609
It started with a woman.

00:40:55.609 --> 00:41:00.450
We’ll call her Valerie - It doesn’t matter
whether or not that it’s her real name,

00:41:00.450 --> 00:41:03.869
since her real name is lost, even to herself.

00:41:03.869 --> 00:41:08.069
Valerie was a young woman but what many would
describe as a very old soul.

00:41:08.069 --> 00:41:13.349
She’d been to strange places, seen awful
things, and gotten in touch with some dangerous

00:41:13.349 --> 00:41:14.349
people.

00:41:14.349 --> 00:41:19.140
Like a lot of people with hard lives, Valerie
tried to find relief wherever she could: Partying,

00:41:19.140 --> 00:41:22.140
gambling, buying herself expensive things.

00:41:22.140 --> 00:41:26.839
After all, she was here for a good time, not
a long time, and she wanted to eke out any

00:41:26.839 --> 00:41:29.119
pleasure she could while she was still able.

00:41:29.119 --> 00:41:33.690
That’s how she ended up in the high roller’s
section of a very exclusive private club in

00:41:33.690 --> 00:41:34.970
New York City.

00:41:34.970 --> 00:41:39.109
They had the finest drinks, the most attentive
waitstaff, and the strangest entertainment.

00:41:39.109 --> 00:41:43.599
But that’s the kind of exceptional service
you can expect from a club run by one of the

00:41:43.599 --> 00:41:48.319
most powerful and influential clandestine
enterprises in the world: Marshall, Carter,

00:41:48.319 --> 00:41:50.160
and Dark Ltd.

00:41:50.160 --> 00:41:53.020
Valerie had no idea who the club’s owner
was though.

00:41:53.020 --> 00:41:57.730
She had come here with a wealthy friend, well
calling them a friend might be pushing it…

00:41:57.730 --> 00:42:02.010
she was here with someone she had met earlier
that night, but now as she sipped her drink

00:42:02.010 --> 00:42:06.280
and played another hand of blackjack, she
realized that he was nowhere to be seen.

00:42:06.280 --> 00:42:07.529
Oh well.

00:42:07.529 --> 00:42:11.789
She didn’t have anybody to please but herself,
and the clubs of Marshall, Carter, and Dark

00:42:11.789 --> 00:42:13.830
can provide plenty of pleasure…

00:42:13.830 --> 00:42:15.440
As long as you can pay.

00:42:15.440 --> 00:42:19.130
Valerie’s problem was that she didn’t
have the money to keep living large off of

00:42:19.130 --> 00:42:23.849
their largesse, and she was about to get a
rude awakening as to just how much these mysterious

00:42:23.849 --> 00:42:26.079
businessmen value their bottom line.

00:42:26.079 --> 00:42:29.890
If she took a second to think about it, she
may have noticed she was out of place among

00:42:29.890 --> 00:42:34.880
the rest of the clientele - wealthy businessmen
and shady moguls in fine suits.

00:42:34.880 --> 00:42:37.430
What was a girl like her doing in a place
like this?

00:42:37.430 --> 00:42:41.809
Unless, of course, she was here to fulfill
another purpose entirely.

00:42:41.809 --> 00:42:44.789
Eventually, a bill was presented to Valerie.

00:42:44.789 --> 00:42:48.890
“Oh this isn’t for me,” she told the
waiter, “my friend is taking care of everything.”

00:42:48.890 --> 00:42:52.789
When she went to motion towards the wealthy
man who had brought her here, she realized

00:42:52.789 --> 00:42:54.700
that he was nowhere to be seen.

00:42:54.700 --> 00:42:59.030
“I’m afraid the gentleman I believe you’re
referring to left some time ago,” the waiter

00:42:59.030 --> 00:43:00.230
told her.

00:43:00.230 --> 00:43:04.299
Valerie was disappointed, but this kind of
thing had happened to her before.

00:43:04.299 --> 00:43:08.240
She reached for her purse, it looked like
she’d be paying for herself that night.

00:43:08.240 --> 00:43:10.019
“Alright, how much do I owe you?”

00:43:10.019 --> 00:43:12.750
she said as she grabbed a handful of chips
from her stack.

00:43:12.750 --> 00:43:17.289
“I’m afraid you might be a little confused,”
the waiter told her, eying what at most could

00:43:17.289 --> 00:43:19.630
be a couple hundred dollars in casino chips.

00:43:19.630 --> 00:43:22.460
“Are you not aware of what you’re drinking?”

00:43:22.460 --> 00:43:25.509
Valerie glanced at the bottle of champagne
sitting next to her.

00:43:25.509 --> 00:43:29.020
And then at the two other identical empty
bottles sitting next to it.

00:43:29.020 --> 00:43:32.160
“It’s the champagne he ordered,” Valerie
answered.

00:43:32.160 --> 00:43:36.150
“Yes,” said the waiter, but that isn’t
just any champagne.”

00:43:36.150 --> 00:43:39.240
Valerie’s eyes began to grow wide as he
went on.

00:43:39.240 --> 00:43:42.750
“Those are from a very rare, and very expensive
vintage.

00:43:42.750 --> 00:43:44.420
“How rare?”

00:43:44.420 --> 00:43:46.140
Valerie nervously asked.

00:43:46.140 --> 00:43:48.650
“Extremely rare,” the waiter told her.

00:43:48.650 --> 00:43:50.999
“Each bottle you were drinking cost…”

00:43:50.999 --> 00:43:54.249
It felt like the room suddenly filled with
rushing water.

00:43:54.249 --> 00:43:58.609
The edges of her vision dimmed as a roar filled
her ears, as she heard the last thing the

00:43:58.609 --> 00:44:03.829
waiter said - each bottle she had drank cost
$20,000.

00:44:03.829 --> 00:44:08.220
When Valerie regained her senses she was being
escorted by a group of tall gentlemen in dark

00:44:08.220 --> 00:44:14.250
business suits into a soundproof back room,
where they explained the severity of her situation.

00:44:14.250 --> 00:44:17.660
As the fear continued to set in, she started
to beg.

00:44:17.660 --> 00:44:20.690
She said that if they just gave her a little
more time, she could earn back the money she

00:44:20.690 --> 00:44:21.690
owed them.

00:44:21.690 --> 00:44:26.089
The solemn-faced representative explained
to her that Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd.

00:44:26.089 --> 00:44:27.980
doesn’t operate like that.

00:44:27.980 --> 00:44:32.180
However, there would be other ways that she
could pay back her debt to them, but it would

00:44:32.180 --> 00:44:33.180
be their way.

00:44:33.180 --> 00:44:38.240
They gave a brief explanation that providing
luxury private clubs to an esteemed clientele

00:44:38.240 --> 00:44:40.499
was only one part of their enterprise.

00:44:40.499 --> 00:44:45.369
The other side of their business was even
more exclusive: An auction house, where truly

00:44:45.369 --> 00:44:48.740
unique products are sold to the highest bidders.

00:44:48.740 --> 00:44:53.220
And come to think of it, there was a hole
in the market that seemed to be just Valerie’s

00:44:53.220 --> 00:44:54.220
size.

00:44:54.220 --> 00:44:57.869
All they asked for was for her to spend a
period of time in their service, and when

00:44:57.869 --> 00:45:00.850
the debt was repaid, her life would be hers
once more.

00:45:00.850 --> 00:45:03.200
And there was more to it as well.

00:45:03.200 --> 00:45:06.859
Although she would have to work for them,
time would not actually pass for her during

00:45:06.859 --> 00:45:07.859
her service.

00:45:07.859 --> 00:45:11.999
She’d get to keep her youth, it would be
as if she never worked for them at all, a

00:45:11.999 --> 00:45:15.280
blink of an eye and she’d be right back
where she was.

00:45:15.280 --> 00:45:17.849
Valerie took just a moment to consider it.

00:45:17.849 --> 00:45:21.260
She wasn’t sure she believed what these
men were telling her, but she’d heard and

00:45:21.260 --> 00:45:25.340
seen some very strange things in her life,
was this really so hard to believe?

00:45:25.340 --> 00:45:28.430
And after all, what choice did she have?

00:45:28.430 --> 00:45:31.030
She didn’t have $60,000.

00:45:31.030 --> 00:45:35.950
So she agreed to repay her debt to Marshall,
Carter, and Dark, and do whatever that entailed.

00:45:35.950 --> 00:45:41.030
The representatives assured her that all she’d
need to do is lay back and relax: They’d

00:45:41.030 --> 00:45:43.130
take care of the rest.

00:45:43.130 --> 00:45:47.210
Valerie didn’t remember much after that
moment, but she awoke in the dark.

00:45:47.210 --> 00:45:50.180
She couldn’t move any part of her body other
than her eyes.

00:45:50.180 --> 00:45:54.760
The next time she saw the light, she remembered
being up on stage, looking down at a crowd

00:45:54.760 --> 00:45:59.440
of people wielding auction paddles while an
animated auctioneer reeled off the many advantages

00:45:59.440 --> 00:46:01.960
of some product she couldn’t see.

00:46:01.960 --> 00:46:04.109
Certain words and phrases stuck out:

00:46:04.109 --> 00:46:05.960
“Fully articulated and posable…

00:46:05.960 --> 00:46:06.960
Warm to the touch…

00:46:06.960 --> 00:46:08.109
Not a blemish on her…

00:46:08.109 --> 00:46:09.109
Never talks back…

00:46:09.109 --> 00:46:11.160
She’ll always look you right in the eye…”

00:46:11.160 --> 00:46:15.980
Eventually, someone won, and she was placed
back in the darkness.

00:46:15.980 --> 00:46:20.369
Years went by, being taken in and out of the
dark by strangers, wearing different clothes

00:46:20.369 --> 00:46:22.990
and being referred to by different names.

00:46:22.990 --> 00:46:25.029
Moving only when she was permitted.

00:46:25.029 --> 00:46:28.509
Little by little, she forgot the person that
she once was.

00:46:28.509 --> 00:46:29.930
One day ran into the next.

00:46:29.930 --> 00:46:35.240
It all became a blur of darkness punctuated
by brief flashes of light.

00:46:35.240 --> 00:46:36.990
Years turned into decades.

00:46:36.990 --> 00:46:38.290
She never said a word.

00:46:38.290 --> 00:46:41.200
She forgot what it even felt like to be able
to speak.

00:46:41.200 --> 00:46:46.180
But then one day, out of the darkness appeared
a pair of strangers in black tactical gear

00:46:46.180 --> 00:46:50.490
who looked at her with an expression somewhere
in between pity and disgust.

00:46:50.490 --> 00:46:54.930
From that moment on, she finally found a new
name to replace that empty void.

00:46:54.930 --> 00:46:58.529
Now, she was SCP-446.

00:46:58.529 --> 00:47:04.549
The files on SCP-446 are as mysterious as
they are deeply disconcerting and we can only

00:47:04.549 --> 00:47:10.130
speculate as to the exact process that led
to the creation of SCP-446, since the duplicitous

00:47:10.130 --> 00:47:14.160
salesmen at Marshall, Carter, & Dark Ltd.
don’t seem eager to share their secrets

00:47:14.160 --> 00:47:16.869
with anyone outside of their organization.

00:47:16.869 --> 00:47:21.749
But what SCP Foundation researchers have learned
from solid, empirical observation is that

00:47:21.749 --> 00:47:29.849
SCP-446 is a humanoid mannequin 1.75 meters
tall and weighing 52.16 kilograms.

00:47:29.849 --> 00:47:35.390
She is - or perhaps, was - a pale-skinned
Caucasian woman who appears to be in her early

00:47:35.390 --> 00:47:36.460
twenties.

00:47:36.460 --> 00:47:41.880
She has brown hair that measures 17.78 cm
at its longest point, brilliant, bright blue

00:47:41.880 --> 00:47:47.019
eyes, and the distinctive Marshall, Carter,
& Dark Ltd. logo tattooed on her lower back.

00:47:47.019 --> 00:47:51.420
In many ways, she has all the hallmarks of
a living human being - She’s superficially

00:47:51.420 --> 00:47:56.190
anatomically correct, with realistic skin
tone and texture, eye coloration and sclera

00:47:56.190 --> 00:48:00.279
clarity, and researchers who’ve dealt with
her directly claim that she has the warmth

00:48:00.279 --> 00:48:02.680
of a real human being.

00:48:02.680 --> 00:48:07.920
Despite seeming to be alive though, SCP-446
doesn’t respond to verbal communication,

00:48:07.920 --> 00:48:11.519
has no pulse or heartbeat, and doesn’t even
appear to breathe.

00:48:11.519 --> 00:48:17.029
Whether SCP-446 can truly be considered alive
is still an open question among Foundation

00:48:17.029 --> 00:48:18.329
researchers.

00:48:18.329 --> 00:48:23.349
SCP-446 is stored in the same hinged metal
box she was found in, which is plain save

00:48:23.349 --> 00:48:27.010
for a series of clothing measurements for
those wishing to purchase their own custom

00:48:27.010 --> 00:48:28.010
accessories.

00:48:28.010 --> 00:48:31.989
When Foundation field agents first discovered
her, they attempted to sit her up.

00:48:31.989 --> 00:48:36.369
However, what they found was that she responded
to their touch, sitting up on her own.

00:48:36.369 --> 00:48:40.549
All it took to get her to lay back down was
a gentle push on her shoulders from the front.

00:48:40.549 --> 00:48:44.619
Through further study, it was discovered that
selective touch cues can induce different

00:48:44.619 --> 00:48:47.430
types of movement in SCP-446.

00:48:47.430 --> 00:48:51.029
She could be induced to stand up on her own,
and through gentle pressure applied to the

00:48:51.029 --> 00:48:55.539
top of the head, she could be induced to sit
or lay back down on her own.

00:48:55.539 --> 00:48:59.739
You may have also noticed the somewhat uncanny
quality of SCP-446’s eyes.

00:48:59.739 --> 00:49:03.760
Please don’t be alarmed, it isn’t anything
out of the ordinary.

00:49:03.760 --> 00:49:07.309
Her eyes will follow the nearest person to
her around the room, and she’ll try to make

00:49:07.309 --> 00:49:08.890
eye contact if possible.

00:49:08.890 --> 00:49:10.680
Don’t let it bother you.

00:49:10.680 --> 00:49:12.420
Everyone gets used to it eventually.

00:49:12.420 --> 00:49:16.970
Her limbs can also be posed and manipulated
as required, even into positions requiring

00:49:16.970 --> 00:49:19.140
balance, like standing on one leg.

00:49:19.140 --> 00:49:23.390
However, if pushed over, she will immediately
lose balance and fall.

00:49:23.390 --> 00:49:27.160
It seems almost as though her actions are
defined as much by the toucher’s intent

00:49:27.160 --> 00:49:29.489
as the touch itself.

00:49:29.489 --> 00:49:34.480
Essentially out of any more ways to learn
about SCP-446, an in-depth medical examination

00:49:34.480 --> 00:49:36.049
was authorized.

00:49:36.049 --> 00:49:40.779
Given the humanoid nature of 446, the doctor
conducting the examination decided to proceed

00:49:40.779 --> 00:49:45.480
in a manner similar to the kinds of autopsies
given to non-anomalous human corpses.

00:49:45.480 --> 00:49:50.270
The doctor noted being disturbed by the fact
that 446’s eyes kept following them, even

00:49:50.270 --> 00:49:52.400
as they prepared the tools for the autopsy.

00:49:52.400 --> 00:49:57.049
They also remarked on the almost freakish
clearness of the subject’s skin.

00:49:57.049 --> 00:50:01.539
There wasn’t a single detectable mark or
blemish, almost like a porcelain doll.

00:50:01.539 --> 00:50:06.859
There was no rigor or livor mortis, nor any
signs of damage or injury to the body.

00:50:06.859 --> 00:50:10.739
Examination of the mouth revealed an obstruction
at the top of the throat - A metal plate fixed

00:50:10.739 --> 00:50:13.789
to the back of her mouth, bonded to the flesh
on all sides.

00:50:13.789 --> 00:50:17.739
The plate shifts slightly when touched, but
couldn’t be removed.

00:50:17.739 --> 00:50:22.240
Similar plates had been installed in the ear
canals, nostrils, and all other body orifices,

00:50:22.240 --> 00:50:26.989
as if to ensure that nothing can enter or
exit 446’s body.

00:50:26.989 --> 00:50:33.130
The doctor then moved on to the internal examination
of SCP-446, beginning with a number of x-rays.

00:50:33.130 --> 00:50:37.990
These revealed several irregularly-shaped
masses inside 446’s body, covering major

00:50:37.990 --> 00:50:41.940
organs such as the heart, brain, kidneys,
and liver.

00:50:41.940 --> 00:50:46.279
Dissection revealed these masses to be boxes
of various shapes and sizes, constructed from

00:50:46.279 --> 00:50:49.140
the same metal that comprises the obstructive
plates.

00:50:49.140 --> 00:50:54.290
These boxes are connected to the corresponding
organs through a series of wires and tubes.

00:50:54.290 --> 00:50:58.789
The doctor notes that neither their scalpel
nor their wire saw could cause any meaningful

00:50:58.789 --> 00:51:03.269
damage to the boxes and that it’s possible
the boxes not only keep the body preserved

00:51:03.269 --> 00:51:06.640
but also allow for its limited set of movements.

00:51:06.640 --> 00:51:10.720
Certain barriers presented themselves during
the dissection process, both physical and

00:51:10.720 --> 00:51:12.210
psychological.

00:51:12.210 --> 00:51:17.269
SCP-446 exhibited an extraordinary healing
factor, fully repairing her own skin minutes

00:51:17.269 --> 00:51:20.359
after having her chest fully opened in a Y-incision.

00:51:20.359 --> 00:51:24.640
This made sustained internal observation difficult,
and the doctor declined to perform any more

00:51:24.640 --> 00:51:28.630
extensive mutilations for fear that the damage
would be irreparable.

00:51:28.630 --> 00:51:31.680
This limited the progress that could be made
in the procedures overall.

00:51:31.680 --> 00:51:35.630
However, it wasn’t the worst thing to occur
during the dissection.

00:51:35.630 --> 00:51:41.119
The doctor noted that SCP-446 stared at them
the entire time while they were making incisions

00:51:41.119 --> 00:51:44.440
into the body, making them extremely uncomfortable.

00:51:44.440 --> 00:51:49.539
And during the several-minute healing process
of the Y-Incision in her chest, SCP-446’s

00:51:49.539 --> 00:51:53.790
mouth moved, as if speaking silently, the
entire time.

00:51:53.790 --> 00:51:58.250
The doctor left a note that this may suggest
a level of sapience in 446, though nothing

00:51:58.250 --> 00:52:00.980
could be proved conclusively on that front.

00:52:00.980 --> 00:52:06.200
The file for SCP-446 is a relatively sparse
one, given the minimal containment requirements

00:52:06.200 --> 00:52:07.660
of the anomaly.

00:52:07.660 --> 00:52:09.890
Between studies, she is simply kept in her
box.

00:52:09.890 --> 00:52:16.220
There has, however, been one notable incident
involving SCP-446, documented by Foundation

00:52:16.220 --> 00:52:19.279
researcher Dr. Sunderland back in 2010.

00:52:19.279 --> 00:52:24.460
The event, labeled Incident 446-1, took place
in Storage Room 6.

00:52:24.460 --> 00:52:28.980
In the interest of preserving the anomaly’s
modesty, she was dressed in a standard D-Class

00:52:28.980 --> 00:52:32.400
uniform before being placed back into her
box for the night.

00:52:32.400 --> 00:52:37.140
A guard reported a strange thumping noise
later that evening, and investigated himself

00:52:37.140 --> 00:52:41.119
and found it was coming from the inside of
SCP-446’s box.

00:52:41.119 --> 00:52:45.499
Dr. Sunderland was called in at this point
and oversaw the opening of the box.

00:52:45.499 --> 00:52:50.900
It turned out that SCP-446 was repeatedly
attempting to rise to a sitting pose inside

00:52:50.900 --> 00:52:54.549
the box and was banging her head against the
lid.

00:52:54.549 --> 00:52:59.119
Finally freed, SCP-446 rose to her feet of
her own volition for the first time since

00:52:59.119 --> 00:53:01.069
the start of her containment.

00:53:01.069 --> 00:53:05.880
She assumed a strange pose: Her head bowed
and her wrists touching above her head, as

00:53:05.880 --> 00:53:10.589
though her hands were bound at the wrists,
or she was desperately praying or begging.

00:53:10.589 --> 00:53:15.499
Her facial expression also shifted for the
first time, taking on a look of sadness and

00:53:15.499 --> 00:53:16.499
fear.

00:53:16.499 --> 00:53:21.559
Dr. Sunderland was able to make SCP-446 return
to a more neutral standing position, but nothing

00:53:21.559 --> 00:53:25.579
could make her permanently assume the laying
position again until the D-Class uniform was

00:53:25.579 --> 00:53:26.890
once again removed.

00:53:26.890 --> 00:53:32.329
There is still not a confirmed explanation
as to why exactly this happened, but the answers

00:53:32.329 --> 00:53:35.000
may be too horrible to even consider.

00:53:35.000 --> 00:53:39.000
For this particular anomaly, which has been
given the Safe Class designation, perhaps

00:53:39.000 --> 00:53:44.009
the kindest thing to do is leave her in the
box - That’s at least a more humane fate

00:53:44.009 --> 00:53:47.790
than whatever Marshall, Carter, and Dark had
planned.

00:53:47.790 --> 00:53:53.420
Now go and watch another entry from the files
of Dr. Bob, like SCP-054 the Water Nymph,

00:53:53.420 --> 00:53:57.910
for another SCP that the Foundation has gone
to great lengths to try and better understand,

00:53:57.910 --> 00:54:02.180
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00:54:10.670 --> 00:54:15.530
The old house sits, crooked and dilapidated,
on the very end of the last street in town.

00:54:15.530 --> 00:54:19.519
It’s the kind of house that children share
stories about and warn each other to stay

00:54:19.519 --> 00:54:20.519
away from.

00:54:20.519 --> 00:54:25.540
There isn’t even any graffiti on it, rare
for an abandoned building in this town, but

00:54:25.540 --> 00:54:29.180
nobody is brave enough to get close to it
and risk their life, if the rumors of its

00:54:29.180 --> 00:54:30.930
history are to be believed.

00:54:30.930 --> 00:54:35.619
A black van containing four men pulls up along
the curb outside the house.

00:54:35.619 --> 00:54:39.069
One of them has been black-bagged, zip ties
cutting into the skin of his wrists.

00:54:39.069 --> 00:54:44.259
He was leaving a bar in town, when suddenly
he found the barrel of a 9MM semiautomatic

00:54:44.259 --> 00:54:49.640
pistol looking him in the eye, held by a man
with every reason to pull the trigger.

00:54:49.640 --> 00:54:52.180
Two other men had then emerged from the dark
behind him.

00:54:52.180 --> 00:54:56.799
There was a brief feeling of cold metal against
his skin as the twin metal barbs of the stun

00:54:56.799 --> 00:54:59.220
gun were jammed into the man’s neck.

00:54:59.220 --> 00:55:03.809
His body then began to convulse as 50,000
volts of electricity ran through his body,

00:55:03.809 --> 00:55:08.310
and when he was finally able to open his eyes
again, there was only darkness.

00:55:08.310 --> 00:55:12.119
The back doors of the van swing open, and
the unfortunate man is pulled out by two of

00:55:12.119 --> 00:55:13.220
his captors.

00:55:13.220 --> 00:55:17.490
The driver joins to help drag the man down
the gravel pathway up to the deserted house’s

00:55:17.490 --> 00:55:18.490
front door.

00:55:18.490 --> 00:55:22.369
In his desperation, he offers any excuse he
thinks might save him.

00:55:22.369 --> 00:55:24.589
“Please, I just need a little more time…

00:55:24.589 --> 00:55:26.210
I can get the money, I swear…

00:55:26.210 --> 00:55:29.369
I’ve got another job lined up, honest, I
start on Monday…

00:55:29.369 --> 00:55:31.529
Just a little longer, I’m begging you…”

00:55:31.529 --> 00:55:34.540
All he receives is silence as he’s taken
into the old house.

00:55:34.540 --> 00:55:38.290
There’s no pleading, begging cliche that
they haven’t heard before.

00:55:38.290 --> 00:55:41.559
They’ve learned to just tune it out and
get the job done.

00:55:41.559 --> 00:55:43.529
Click, Click, Click.

00:55:43.529 --> 00:55:45.569
The three men turn on their flashlights.

00:55:45.569 --> 00:55:48.470
The electricity hasn’t been on in the uninhabited
house for years.

00:55:48.470 --> 00:55:53.579
It’s the domain of rats, roaches, and spiders
now, the only evidence of life being the network

00:55:53.579 --> 00:55:59.080
of spiderwebs in every corner and the faint
chittering sound of… something coming from

00:55:59.080 --> 00:56:01.260
behind faded wallpaper.

00:56:01.260 --> 00:56:04.950
The only reason anyone would ever choose to
come here is when you needed to do something

00:56:04.950 --> 00:56:09.980
under the absolute cover of dark, which is
exactly what they needed to do.

00:56:09.980 --> 00:56:12.869
The dark suited men drop their weeping prisoner
to the ground.

00:56:12.869 --> 00:56:16.599
He tries again to plead with them and receives
a hard kick in the gut.

00:56:16.599 --> 00:56:20.859
It knocks the breath out of the man and he
is left wheezing in quiet pain, no longer

00:56:20.859 --> 00:56:22.579
able to speak.

00:56:22.579 --> 00:56:25.049
One of them finally pulls the dark bag from
his head.

00:56:25.049 --> 00:56:30.029
His nose is bleeding; his eyes are equal parts
bleary and afraid, like he only half-understands

00:56:30.029 --> 00:56:31.920
his circumstances.

00:56:31.920 --> 00:56:36.059
What he does understand though, is that it’s
looking increasingly unlikely that he’ll

00:56:36.059 --> 00:56:37.989
be leaving this house tonight.

00:56:37.989 --> 00:56:41.460
The three men look down at the pathetic figure
huddled on the floorboards.

00:56:41.460 --> 00:56:45.859
None of them really want to be here, but this
is the job they’ve been paid to do.

00:56:45.859 --> 00:56:50.299
They are unaware though, that they aren’t
the only ones watching.

00:56:50.299 --> 00:56:55.210
Somewhere in the dark is someone else, who
watches them with a detached, almost amused

00:56:55.210 --> 00:56:57.260
curiosity.

00:56:57.260 --> 00:57:00.549
Taking in the deep, dark of the house, one
of the men wonders aloud whether it might

00:57:00.549 --> 00:57:01.800
be haunted.

00:57:01.800 --> 00:57:05.779
The man with the gun laughs as he pulls back
the hammer on his gun and tells him that there’s

00:57:05.779 --> 00:57:07.799
about to be one more ghost here.

00:57:07.799 --> 00:57:12.569
But just as he is about to pull the trigger
and put an end to their captor’s terrified

00:57:12.569 --> 00:57:16.089
blubbering, he suddenly hears something that
gives him pause.

00:57:16.089 --> 00:57:17.670
Something from above them, upstairs.

00:57:17.670 --> 00:57:22.880
Is he imagining it, or are those particles
of dust floating down from the ceiling, accompanied

00:57:22.880 --> 00:57:24.920
by the sound of footsteps?

00:57:24.920 --> 00:57:28.910
All of the men clearly hear it, and the three
look around, shining their flashlights into

00:57:28.910 --> 00:57:30.489
the dark corners of the room.

00:57:30.489 --> 00:57:34.989
The one holding the man at gunpoint motions
to one of the others to go check upstairs.

00:57:34.989 --> 00:57:38.989
He looks like he’d rather do anything else,
but when the man with the gun, who is clearly

00:57:38.989 --> 00:57:44.380
the one in charge, turns and points his gun
at him instead, the man finally concedes that

00:57:44.380 --> 00:57:45.619
he’ll go check it out.

00:57:45.619 --> 00:57:49.349
He draws a gun of his own from inside his
pocket and starts making his way up the creaking

00:57:49.349 --> 00:57:52.550
stairs to the second floor of the house.

00:57:52.550 --> 00:57:54.410
The leader’s mind is still on whatever’s
upstairs.

00:57:54.410 --> 00:57:59.150
His dumb lackey tried filling his head with
all those goofy ghost stories, but he knows,

00:57:59.150 --> 00:58:01.549
deep down, it’s probably just a raccoon
or something.

00:58:01.549 --> 00:58:06.009
When his driver has ensured there are no other
witnesses, he’ll finish the job, and they

00:58:06.009 --> 00:58:08.490
can all get out of this creepy dump.

00:58:08.490 --> 00:58:11.970
He calls up to the driver and asks him if
he sees anything up there.

00:58:11.970 --> 00:58:13.670
“Nothing,” he calls down.

00:58:13.670 --> 00:58:14.720
“I think we’re-”

00:58:14.720 --> 00:58:17.140
His words are cut off by his own sudden scream.

00:58:17.140 --> 00:58:20.809
There are two gunshots, followed by a loud
thump as something heavy hits the ground.

00:58:20.809 --> 00:58:24.970
The two men, both with guns out, crouch down
in defensive poses.

00:58:24.970 --> 00:58:30.369
They call out again, asking what’s happening
but they’re only met with cold, unforgiving

00:58:30.369 --> 00:58:31.789
silence.

00:58:31.789 --> 00:58:33.279
Everyone is on high alert now.

00:58:33.279 --> 00:58:37.990
Even the bound man is now more afraid of whatever’s
upstairs than the men who brought him here.

00:58:37.990 --> 00:58:42.890
Nobody dares move as, after what feels like
minutes of silence, the footsteps resume upstairs

00:58:42.890 --> 00:58:43.890
again.

00:58:43.890 --> 00:58:46.320
The leader calls out again, asking what’s
going on.

00:58:46.320 --> 00:58:48.160
Still no reply.

00:58:48.160 --> 00:58:49.489
Just more footsteps.

00:58:49.489 --> 00:58:54.140
They follow the sound across the floor above
them to the stairs, then listen as the steps

00:58:54.140 --> 00:58:55.950
start to creak again.

00:58:55.950 --> 00:58:57.920
Their eyes drift over where they see…

00:58:57.920 --> 00:58:58.920
nothing.

00:58:58.920 --> 00:59:00.809
Are they going insane?

00:59:00.809 --> 00:59:05.470
The two hired guns share a panicked glance,
as if to say, what do we do now?

00:59:05.470 --> 00:59:07.039
But neither has an answer.

00:59:07.039 --> 00:59:11.029
A quiet, reedy whisper suddenly echoes through
the stale air of the house.

00:59:11.029 --> 00:59:16.829
With what sounds like a female voice, it rasps,
“What are you doing in my house?”

00:59:16.829 --> 00:59:21.259
The remaining lackey, consumed by panic, begins
firing wildly into the dark.

00:59:21.259 --> 00:59:25.270
The captive and the leader both get as close
as they can to the floor as bullets fly through

00:59:25.270 --> 00:59:29.819
the air, piercing the old, wooden walls causing
roaches alike to scatter.

00:59:29.819 --> 00:59:34.079
Soon enough, the bullets are gone, replaced
with only the feeble click, click, click of

00:59:34.079 --> 00:59:35.079
his dry firing.

00:59:35.079 --> 00:59:39.410
“What is going on in here?” he thinks,
“this place really is haunted.”

00:59:39.410 --> 00:59:43.759
Before another fearful thought can cross his
mind, a lamp comes flying at him out of the

00:59:43.759 --> 00:59:48.049
darkness, shattering into pieces of skin-carving
ceramic against his face.

00:59:48.049 --> 00:59:52.380
Next comes a book, then an old, heavy phone,
and then a dusty, old brick that strikes his

00:59:52.380 --> 00:59:54.020
skull with a monstrous crunch.

00:59:54.020 --> 00:59:59.569
He drops to his knees, bleeding from both
nostrils and the deep gash cut into his forehead,

00:59:59.569 --> 01:00:01.510
before flopping facedown onto the floor.

01:00:01.510 --> 01:00:04.859
He’ll be lucky if he ever wakes up.

01:00:04.859 --> 01:00:09.329
Only the leader and his prisoner are left
now, both confused, both afraid, both seemingly

01:00:09.329 --> 01:00:11.299
beset by a poltergeist.

01:00:11.299 --> 01:00:16.309
Suddenly, the leader feels a hot breath on
his neck, and a whisper right into his ear.

01:00:16.309 --> 01:00:20.079
“You shouldn’t have come here…” it
hisses.

01:00:20.079 --> 01:00:23.410
He turns, screams, and fires once into the
dark.

01:00:23.410 --> 01:00:24.410
Nothing.

01:00:24.410 --> 01:00:27.009
A strange, tinny giggle suddenly loops around
him.

01:00:27.009 --> 01:00:29.740
It’s everywhere and nowhere.

01:00:29.740 --> 01:00:32.109
He can hear footsteps, but where are they
coming from?

01:00:32.109 --> 01:00:35.239
They’re simultaneously getting further,
and getting closer--

01:00:35.239 --> 01:00:39.500
An unseen fist collides with his jaw, harder
than he’s been hit in a long time.

01:00:39.500 --> 01:00:44.160
He stumbles, looking around for the assailant,
panting like a prizefighter in the championship

01:00:44.160 --> 01:00:45.160
rounds.

01:00:45.160 --> 01:00:46.160
But there’s nothing there.

01:00:46.160 --> 01:00:47.160
There’s nothing--

01:00:47.160 --> 01:00:48.160
Crack!

01:00:48.160 --> 01:00:49.670
It strikes the other side of his face.

01:00:49.670 --> 01:00:51.190
Another giggle from the dark.

01:00:51.190 --> 01:00:53.670
He spits a tooth out as his mouth bleeds.

01:00:53.670 --> 01:00:57.170
Not knowing what else to do, he extends his
arm and fires desperately.

01:00:57.170 --> 01:00:59.059
Maybe he’ll get lucky.

01:00:59.059 --> 01:01:00.479
Or maybe not.

01:01:00.479 --> 01:01:05.160
A force wraps itself around his extended arm
and pulls on it with a sudden, immense pressure.

01:01:05.160 --> 01:01:09.490
It snaps before he has the chance to scream,
his arm bending at the joint in the wrong

01:01:09.490 --> 01:01:10.490
direction.

01:01:10.490 --> 01:01:13.130
He lets out an agonized cry as he drops his
gun to the ground.

01:01:13.130 --> 01:01:17.680
But that scream is cut off when he takes a
punch to the solar plexus, sapping the wind

01:01:17.680 --> 01:01:23.339
from him as he spews out a thin mist of blood
the settles onto the shape of… a woman’s

01:01:23.339 --> 01:01:25.630
face, staring right at him, grinning.

01:01:25.630 --> 01:01:28.069
His terror and pain overcome him.

01:01:28.069 --> 01:01:32.539
His mind snaps and he faints from panic, collapsing
to the ground in a heap.

01:01:32.539 --> 01:01:36.769
His jacket opens as invisible fingers work
a handkerchief from an inside pocket and wipe

01:01:36.769 --> 01:01:40.880
the blood from the floating face, leaving
only a floating, bloody handkerchief.

01:01:40.880 --> 01:01:45.289
The man on the ground, the one who was brought
here against his will, watches astonished

01:01:45.289 --> 01:01:48.890
and speechless, as the handkerchief flutters
down to the ground.

01:01:48.890 --> 01:01:53.150
All he can do is stare in amazement as the
leader’s arm flops limply upright, as the

01:01:53.150 --> 01:01:58.470
gold watch around his wrist unclasps itself
and floats into the air and then, with a strange

01:01:58.470 --> 01:02:01.609
gulping noise, disappears entirely.

01:02:01.609 --> 01:02:05.890
Footsteps creak across the ground, the front
door opens, then closes again, leaving the

01:02:05.890 --> 01:02:10.329
terrified man in silence, lying on the floor
between two bodies.

01:02:10.329 --> 01:02:13.910
After a time, he finally gains the courage
to stand up.

01:02:13.910 --> 01:02:17.069
He creeps nervously towards the front door
and opens it.

01:02:17.069 --> 01:02:20.849
There’s no one outside, not that he could
see whatever assailant just took out the group

01:02:20.849 --> 01:02:22.309
of men anyway.

01:02:22.309 --> 01:02:27.299
With one last look back into the dark house
he steps out and closes the door behind him.

01:02:27.299 --> 01:02:33.049
He’s free, and no matter how hard he tries,
he will never understand the true nature of

01:02:33.049 --> 01:02:36.960
the invisible specter that just saved his
life.

01:02:36.960 --> 01:02:40.969
But while none of the men will never know
what they encountered that night, the SCP

01:02:40.969 --> 01:02:46.829
Foundation certainly does, because these are
the kind of antics you can expect from SCP-347,

01:02:46.829 --> 01:02:49.570
also known by the somewhat obvious nickname
of…

01:02:49.570 --> 01:02:54.739
The Invisible Woman, but she has another name,
her own self-chosen epithet…

01:02:54.739 --> 01:02:55.749
Claudia.

01:02:55.749 --> 01:03:00.289
Foundation staff are currently unsure whether
this is the “real” name of the SCP-347

01:03:00.289 --> 01:03:05.519
entity, or a pseudonymized reference to Claude
Rains, the English actor who portrayed Dr.

01:03:05.519 --> 01:03:09.059
Jack Griffin in the 1933 film “The Invisible
Man.”

01:03:09.059 --> 01:03:13.049
Of course, nothing is really as it seems when
it comes to this particular anomaly.

01:03:13.049 --> 01:03:18.529
Though it’s easy to be more than what meets
the eye when nothing meets the eye at all…

01:03:18.529 --> 01:03:22.530
Claudia - as I will refer to her both out
of respect for her chosen name as well as

01:03:22.530 --> 01:03:28.329
for the sake of simplicity - is 164 centimeters
in height and 55 kilograms in weight.

01:03:28.329 --> 01:03:32.039
And That’s really all that is known for
sure about her, because her primary anomalous

01:03:32.039 --> 01:03:37.150
trait is, of course, that she is completely
and utterly invisible.

01:03:37.150 --> 01:03:40.910
Although she seems to possess them like an
average human, all parts of her body including

01:03:40.910 --> 01:03:45.380
blood and hair will remain invisible, even
if removed from her body.

01:03:45.380 --> 01:03:49.349
It seems that only saliva and bodily waste
become visible when separated from her body

01:03:49.349 --> 01:03:54.690
- as a number of disgruntled, mop-and-bucket-wielding
D-Classes are more than aware.

01:03:54.690 --> 01:03:59.299
Claudia is able to see through what also be
anomalous means, since in typical humans,

01:03:59.299 --> 01:04:05.220
the cones and rods of the eyes must be visible
for them to receive light and thus see.

01:04:05.220 --> 01:04:09.519
Research is ongoing as to how exactly this
is possible, as well as what it could potentially

01:04:09.519 --> 01:04:12.510
provide for active camouflage technology.

01:04:12.510 --> 01:04:16.799
By her own description - which, due to her
skittish and crafty personality, must be taken

01:04:16.799 --> 01:04:22.220
with a grain of salt - Claudia is a mixed-race
woman between the ages of 19 and 25, with

01:04:22.220 --> 01:04:24.920
brown eyes and wavy black hair.

01:04:24.920 --> 01:04:29.760
She appears to have no anomalous traits other
than her invisibility, no super strength or

01:04:29.760 --> 01:04:31.599
speed, no ability to fly.

01:04:31.599 --> 01:04:35.829
However what she does have, is a very particular
set of skills.

01:04:35.829 --> 01:04:39.650
Skills that make her a nightmare to anyone
wishing to keep her under lock and key - like

01:04:39.650 --> 01:04:42.540
for example, the SCP Foundation.

01:04:42.540 --> 01:04:46.559
The Foundation quickly learned that Claudia
is an accomplished escape and infiltration

01:04:46.559 --> 01:04:49.109
artist, with the lockpicking skills of a veteran
thief.

01:04:49.109 --> 01:04:53.150
She’s able to move while making very little
noise, which complements her natural stealth

01:04:53.150 --> 01:04:58.529
advantages perfectly, allowing her to get
in and out of secured areas easily.

01:04:58.529 --> 01:05:02.999
These are skills she’s developed not only
to survive, but to support certain psychological

01:05:02.999 --> 01:05:05.140
dependencies she suffers from.

01:05:05.140 --> 01:05:09.099
While Foundation psychologists have posited
a number of mental conditions that could be

01:05:09.099 --> 01:05:15.019
affecting Claudia, two seem to have risen
to prominence: Kleptomania and Pica.

01:05:15.019 --> 01:05:19.690
Claudia appears to be compulsively driven
to steal as a kind of psychological crutch.

01:05:19.690 --> 01:05:24.609
Being invisible, naturally, makes her an impeccable
thief, however, when she has obtained the

01:05:24.609 --> 01:05:29.920
item of her desire, said item floating through
the air is likely to draw unwanted attention.

01:05:29.920 --> 01:05:32.910
That is where her second strange habit comes
in.

01:05:32.910 --> 01:05:37.640
Pica is an eating disorder that causes sufferers
to consume items that are not food, sometimes

01:05:37.640 --> 01:05:40.380
damaging themselves in the process.

01:05:40.380 --> 01:05:44.309
Claudia has developed the unhealthy habit
of swallowing some of the smaller items she

01:05:44.309 --> 01:05:50.200
steals, causing them to seemingly disappear,
until she later vomits the items back up.

01:05:50.200 --> 01:05:53.880
When interviewed on the matter, Claudia stated
that she’d gotten the idea from watching

01:05:53.880 --> 01:05:57.219
Stevie Starr perform on a late-night television
show.

01:05:57.219 --> 01:06:01.729
Starr is a Scottish performer known for his
ability to swallow and regurgitate items - Though

01:06:01.729 --> 01:06:07.150
Starr’s ability doesn’t extend far enough
to meet the Foundation’s threshold for anomalous.

01:06:07.150 --> 01:06:11.109
Before she was brought into containment, Claudia
had a preference for abandoned houses.

01:06:11.109 --> 01:06:15.569
The home where Foundation Agents finally discovered
her was one with a long history of reported

01:06:15.569 --> 01:06:17.690
poltergeist activity.

01:06:17.690 --> 01:06:21.910
As is standard in instances where spectral
phenomena were suspected, the Foundation moved

01:06:21.910 --> 01:06:26.489
in with infrared cameras, allowing them to
quickly detect the humanoid shape of Claudia

01:06:26.489 --> 01:06:28.950
and move in to intercept her.

01:06:28.950 --> 01:06:33.239
Without the advantage of her invisibility,
she had no chance of either evading or besting

01:06:33.239 --> 01:06:35.329
trained Foundation operatives in combat.

01:06:35.329 --> 01:06:40.039
Thankfully, it didn’t need to come to that
and after a brief period of deliberation,

01:06:40.039 --> 01:06:44.119
Claudia gave herself up to the Foundation
willingly in exchange for shelter and warm

01:06:44.119 --> 01:06:47.910
meals, both of which would be provided for
her in containment.

01:06:47.910 --> 01:06:51.940
Prior to this, it’s believed that she was
effectively homeless for years, and had been

01:06:51.940 --> 01:06:54.440
making ends meet in any way she could.

01:06:54.440 --> 01:06:58.339
She refuses to discuss her past directly,
though a long string of “ghost activity”

01:06:58.339 --> 01:07:03.609
across the area and at least two deaths have
been solidly linked to her activities.

01:07:03.609 --> 01:07:08.309
Being unseen for years of her life has taken
an undeniable mental toll on Claudia, the

01:07:08.309 --> 01:07:12.549
isolation leading to instability and even
violent outbursts on occasion.

01:07:12.549 --> 01:07:17.289
Thankfully, she has responded well to treatment
from Foundation counselors and psychiatrists,

01:07:17.289 --> 01:07:21.469
which has reduced the frequency of these violent
outbursts significantly.

01:07:21.469 --> 01:07:25.549
As she recovers further from her traumatic
past, there is hope that Claudia may even

01:07:25.549 --> 01:07:30.499
begin to recover from her kleptomaniac tendencies
altogether, allowing her to live a normal,

01:07:30.499 --> 01:07:32.029
well-adjusted life.

01:07:32.029 --> 01:07:35.650
Or as much as one can hope to live while still
remaining invisible.

01:07:35.650 --> 01:07:37.779
There’s even more good news though.

01:07:37.779 --> 01:07:42.599
Since entering containment and undergoing
recovery, Claudia has become much more social.

01:07:42.599 --> 01:07:46.549
She enjoys interacting with other people,
especially when they treat her as though she’s

01:07:46.549 --> 01:07:52.009
an average person, and some of her actions
have even been described as bordering on flirtatious.

01:07:52.009 --> 01:07:56.170
She enjoys interacting physically with people,
and often plays impish pranks on the unsuspecting

01:07:56.170 --> 01:08:01.809
people sent into her chamber - Such as rearranging
or taking items to confuse them.

01:08:01.809 --> 01:08:06.869
She also shows for unknown reasons a particular
fondness for interacting with people as they

01:08:06.869 --> 01:08:11.059
sleep, often touching and stroking them, though
it may have been one of the only ways she

01:08:11.059 --> 01:08:15.510
was able to have human contact prior to entering
Foundation custody.

01:08:15.510 --> 01:08:19.870
While she describes this as feeling “right”,
those who experience it from the other side

01:08:19.870 --> 01:08:24.480
describe it as feeling “unnerving”, as
though they’ve been touched by a ghost.

01:08:24.480 --> 01:08:29.050
Naturally, due to being an intelligent escape
artist that is impossible to see through conventional

01:08:29.050 --> 01:08:33.260
means, Foundation Containment Specialists
have needed to go all out on her containment

01:08:33.260 --> 01:08:37.110
measures - Both to keep her contained and
to keep her comfortable enough that she has

01:08:37.110 --> 01:08:40.030
no desire to attempt a containment breach.

01:08:40.030 --> 01:08:45.770
She is kept in a 5m x 5m room in Site 17,
constantly monitored by a remote infrared

01:08:45.770 --> 01:08:50.760
camera, and in addition to infrared detection
systems, Claudia is also visible in ultraviolet

01:08:50.760 --> 01:08:53.920
light, expanding the Foundation’s means
of seeing her.

01:08:53.920 --> 01:08:58.430
Her room has an en suite bathroom with a shower
and bathtub, and is furnished with a queen-sized

01:08:58.430 --> 01:09:03.440
bed, several oversized bean bag chairs, two
armchairs, a desk and swivel chair, several

01:09:03.440 --> 01:09:06.280
bookcases, and a TV with a DVD player.

01:09:06.280 --> 01:09:10.770
The bookcases are filled with various books,
primarily adventure novels, harlequin romances,

01:09:10.770 --> 01:09:12.120
and art books.

01:09:12.120 --> 01:09:16.830
She is allowed DVDs of various movies and
TV shows predating her arrival at the SCP

01:09:16.830 --> 01:09:21.120
facility and may request new material to be
reviewed every so often.

01:09:21.120 --> 01:09:25.210
Claudia is given access to any clothes she
pleases, though she often prefers to remain

01:09:25.210 --> 01:09:28.670
unclothed to take advantage of her full invisibility.

01:09:28.670 --> 01:09:32.330
She does, on occasion, wear wigs and makeup
for her own amusement.

01:09:32.330 --> 01:09:37.210
Her room must remain locked at all times when
she is inside it, and two guards are required

01:09:37.210 --> 01:09:40.580
to check the door for any signs of tampering
every hour.

01:09:40.580 --> 01:09:44.110
The door is only unlocked to allow staff members
in and out of the containment chamber for

01:09:44.110 --> 01:09:46.620
the purposes of research and enrichment.

01:09:46.620 --> 01:09:50.230
Claudia enjoys chatting with staff members
who bring her food, though said staff members

01:09:50.230 --> 01:09:54.080
are discouraged from forming attachments that
are too close to Claudia, as it may allow

01:09:54.080 --> 01:09:58.880
her to manipulate them into helping her escape
or gain special privileges.

01:09:58.880 --> 01:10:02.700
On the rare occasions when Claudia is allowed
to leave the room, she is mandated to wear

01:10:02.700 --> 01:10:07.240
gloves and a layer of greasepaint over her
face to give personnel awareness of her hands

01:10:07.240 --> 01:10:08.760
and facial expressions.

01:10:08.760 --> 01:10:13.730
If she does attempt violent action or escape,
she must be apprehended immediately and placed

01:10:13.730 --> 01:10:15.140
back into her room.

01:10:15.140 --> 01:10:19.920
In the event of an escape, infrared goggles
will be distributed to all personnel, and

01:10:19.920 --> 01:10:23.390
any strange phenomena around Site 17 will
be reported.

01:10:23.390 --> 01:10:27.730
Thankfully, escape attempts are quite infrequent,
and while she currently has the Euclid Object

01:10:27.730 --> 01:10:33.300
Class, pending further therapy, her containment
class may be upgraded to Safe Class.

01:10:33.300 --> 01:10:37.130
Of course, the Foundation keeps any containment
breaches close to the chest, and if there

01:10:37.130 --> 01:10:39.940
was a recent containment breach, you’d have
no way of knowing.

01:10:39.940 --> 01:10:43.240
For all you know, she could be watching you
right now.

01:10:43.240 --> 01:10:47.970
So sleep tight, and if you feel someone stroking
your hair in the night, be sure to check up

01:10:47.970 --> 01:10:50.350
on your valuables in the morning.

01:10:50.350 --> 01:10:55.960
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01:10:55.960 --> 01:10:58.400
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01:11:07.730 --> 01:11:12.240
You’re on your way home from work after
having just finished working a double shift.

01:11:12.240 --> 01:11:17.520
It’s late and the interstate is completely
abandoned, no cars visible either in front

01:11:17.520 --> 01:11:18.620
or behind you.

01:11:18.620 --> 01:11:22.330
It’s only about a twenty minute drive but
you know you’re going to struggle to stay

01:11:22.330 --> 01:11:27.540
awake, even in this old beater that shakes
and rattles as it travels down the long, straight

01:11:27.540 --> 01:11:28.540
road.

01:11:28.540 --> 01:11:32.140
The rattling causes a piece of tape to fall
off of the gauge cluster, revealing a lit

01:11:32.140 --> 01:11:34.060
“check engine” light beneath.

01:11:34.060 --> 01:11:37.420
You grab the tape and put it back over the
light, covering it once again.

01:11:37.420 --> 01:11:39.610
There, good as new.

01:11:39.610 --> 01:11:44.040
You turn on the radio and it comes to life
for just a moment before dying.

01:11:44.040 --> 01:11:48.290
You slap the radio and it blinks to life for
just a second before dying again.

01:11:48.290 --> 01:11:52.480
You’re about to slap it again when you notice
lights in your rearview mirror.

01:11:52.480 --> 01:11:56.410
And more than just a pair of headlights, it’s
a whole wall of lights.

01:11:56.410 --> 01:11:58.870
They’re getting closer and quickly too.

01:11:58.870 --> 01:12:02.350
Before you know it, they look like they’re
barreling down on you.

01:12:02.350 --> 01:12:06.160
But then, they suddenly go black, blinking
out of existence.

01:12:06.160 --> 01:12:08.270
“Did that trucker just turn off his lights?”

01:12:08.270 --> 01:12:10.560
you think but you have no time to dwell on

01:12:10.560 --> 01:12:15.300
the thought because the sound of an explosion
suddenly causes you to scream in fright.

01:12:15.300 --> 01:12:18.810
It sounds like lightning has struck just inches
from your car.

01:12:18.810 --> 01:12:22.120
The inside of your car suddenly lights up
with fire and smoke.

01:12:22.120 --> 01:12:23.270
Has your engine exploded?

01:12:23.270 --> 01:12:24.270
What’s going on?

01:12:24.270 --> 01:12:28.300
No, it’s not coming from you, it’s coming
from… next to you.

01:12:28.300 --> 01:12:33.810
You don’t know where it appeared from, but
next to your car is now a massive semi.

01:12:33.810 --> 01:12:35.720
At least you think it was a semi.

01:12:35.720 --> 01:12:39.190
The smoke is so thick it makes you cough and
you quickly can’t see.

01:12:39.190 --> 01:12:43.120
You lose control of the car and slam on the
brakes, but you can feel yourself going off

01:12:43.120 --> 01:12:44.200
the road.

01:12:44.200 --> 01:12:48.630
As the smoke finally clears up inside of your
car you can see… the moon.

01:12:48.630 --> 01:12:53.540
It’s at this moment that you realize you’re
no longer right side up as the car flips and

01:12:53.540 --> 01:12:54.810
tumbles through the air.

01:12:54.810 --> 01:12:58.580
You open your eyes to find that you’re still
buckled into your seat.

01:12:58.580 --> 01:13:01.660
You release the seat belt and drop to the
roof of the car.

01:13:01.660 --> 01:13:06.890
You crawl out to find that your car slid to
a stop, upside down, several meters from the

01:13:06.890 --> 01:13:07.890
road.

01:13:07.890 --> 01:13:12.870
You look around, and far off in the distance
you can see it, the semi that ran you off

01:13:12.870 --> 01:13:17.130
the road, driving at an almost impossible
rate of speed off into the night.

01:13:17.130 --> 01:13:21.830
You look back at your car, which is completely
totaled, and wonder what you’re going to

01:13:21.830 --> 01:13:22.830
do now.

01:13:22.830 --> 01:13:26.210
It’s late the next morning when you finally
get back home.

01:13:26.210 --> 01:13:30.250
The police did not seem to believe your story
about the magically appearing semi-truck causing

01:13:30.250 --> 01:13:34.420
your single car accident, but they did at
least give you a ride back home after administering

01:13:34.420 --> 01:13:36.250
a sobriety test.

01:13:36.250 --> 01:13:40.870
You enter your small studio apartment and
look around at the sparsely decorated room,

01:13:40.870 --> 01:13:43.980
wondering how you’re going to pay rent next
month if you can’t get to your job.

01:13:43.980 --> 01:13:48.000
You go to the fridge and open the door, but
there’s nothing inside except for a carton

01:13:48.000 --> 01:13:51.100
of milk that’s well past its expiration
date.

01:13:51.100 --> 01:13:55.770
You open it and take a whiff but this is too
far gone even for your state of desperation.

01:13:55.770 --> 01:13:59.140
You close the fridge and lean on the door,
trying to figure out what you’re going to

01:13:59.140 --> 01:14:00.140
do.

01:14:00.140 --> 01:14:03.490
You’re so deep in thought that you barely
notice the mail being pushed through the slot

01:14:03.490 --> 01:14:04.490
in your door.

01:14:04.490 --> 01:14:08.330
You decide to go pick it up, even though you
know it will only be bad news.

01:14:08.330 --> 01:14:12.880
And you were right, bills, bills, and more
bills.

01:14:12.880 --> 01:14:15.110
First, second, and final notices.

01:14:15.110 --> 01:14:18.580
You wonder if you’ve ever had a piece of
good news show up through that slot in your

01:14:18.580 --> 01:14:19.580
door.

01:14:19.580 --> 01:14:20.580
What’s this though?

01:14:20.580 --> 01:14:24.140
The last piece of mail is a battered and folded
envelope that looks like it’s been used

01:14:24.140 --> 01:14:25.870
and repurposed many times.

01:14:25.870 --> 01:14:30.270
It feels thick and heavy, but there’s no
information on it at all, it’s completely

01:14:30.270 --> 01:14:31.270
blank.

01:14:31.270 --> 01:14:35.420
You open the envelope and your eyes light
up.

01:14:35.420 --> 01:14:37.200
Inside… is money.

01:14:37.200 --> 01:14:41.850
It’s a stack of crinkled, old bills, different
denominations all in a random order, but there’s

01:14:41.850 --> 01:14:42.850
a lot of them.

01:14:42.850 --> 01:14:45.250
There must be over a thousand dollars here!

01:14:45.250 --> 01:14:46.600
And there’s something else too.

01:14:46.600 --> 01:14:48.180
A note.

01:14:48.180 --> 01:14:52.400
You unfold the creased and dirty piece of
paper to see a simple message that looks like

01:14:52.400 --> 01:14:55.080
it was hastily written in black crayon.

01:14:55.080 --> 01:14:58.190
All the note says is “SORRY BOUT LAST NIGHT!!

01:14:58.190 --> 01:14:59.430
HOPE THIS HELPS COMPADRE.”

01:14:59.430 --> 01:15:04.130
You flip the note over and look in the envelope
again but there’s nothing else other than

01:15:04.130 --> 01:15:05.890
the wad of cash.

01:15:05.890 --> 01:15:09.460
The apology note may have been unsigned, but
you weren’t the first to receive something

01:15:09.460 --> 01:15:12.270
like it, and you would be far from the last.

01:15:12.270 --> 01:15:16.440
The SCP Foundation, though, knows exactly
who sent it.

01:15:16.440 --> 01:15:21.370
This was a message from SCP-3899, also known
as…

01:15:21.370 --> 01:15:23.170
The Night Hauler.

01:15:23.170 --> 01:15:29.070
SCP-3899 is a black, Peterbilt 379 semi-trailer
truck with an attached trailer.

01:15:29.070 --> 01:15:33.590
But as you no doubt have determined, this
is no ordinary truck.

01:15:33.590 --> 01:15:38.940
SCP-3899 has the anomalous effect of appearing
seemingly at random, upon stretches of highway

01:15:38.940 --> 01:15:44.300
within the continental United States and usually
at a considerable distance away from any other

01:15:44.300 --> 01:15:45.300
motorists.

01:15:45.300 --> 01:15:49.060
The truck will manifest already in motion,
traveling within roughly three kilometers

01:15:49.060 --> 01:15:54.230
per hour of the posted speed limit, but it
will not stay at this speed.

01:15:54.230 --> 01:15:59.400
Once SCP-3899 has appeared, it will almost
immediately begin accelerating, and the speeds

01:15:59.400 --> 01:16:02.310
it can reach are truly staggering.

01:16:02.310 --> 01:16:08.700
Despite appearing to be a normal truck, SCP-3899
is able to reach impossibly fast speeds, and

01:16:08.700 --> 01:16:15.350
it’s been observed traveling at over 420
kilometers per hour, or 267 miles per hour.

01:16:15.350 --> 01:16:21.550
As SCP-3899 flies down the road, it will attempt
to avoid other vehicles and roadside objects,

01:16:21.550 --> 01:16:26.580
and has even shown the ability to displace
itself across short distances, which it seems

01:16:26.580 --> 01:16:30.000
to mostly do in order to avoid collisions
with vehicles.

01:16:30.000 --> 01:16:35.180
SCP-3899 will disappear and then immediately
appear somewhere else, though always within

01:16:35.180 --> 01:16:38.080
300 meters of its last location.

01:16:38.080 --> 01:16:42.440
This reappearance will be accompanied by a
thick cloud of dense, black smoke that lab

01:16:42.440 --> 01:16:47.080
tests have revealed to consist of a mixture
of diesel fuel combustion byproducts, volcanic

01:16:47.080 --> 01:16:51.170
ash, and trace amounts of unidentified human
blood.

01:16:51.170 --> 01:16:55.560
The anomalous truck will only appear at night,
and will demanifest completely once it encounters

01:16:55.560 --> 01:17:01.340
direct sunlight… or if it causes an automotive
accident, which it has done plenty of times.

01:17:01.340 --> 01:17:05.940
In one particular incident, undercover SCP
Foundation agents working within the Virginia

01:17:05.940 --> 01:17:10.310
State Department of Transportation became
aware of reports of a large black truck appearing

01:17:10.310 --> 01:17:14.390
on a particular stretch of interstate that
had caused multiple accidents.

01:17:14.390 --> 01:17:18.190
They were able to track down and locate one
of the victims of these incidents, a woman

01:17:18.190 --> 01:17:21.960
named Martha Lewis, who they soon brought
in for questioning under the guise of it being

01:17:21.960 --> 01:17:23.950
a police investigation.

01:17:23.950 --> 01:17:28.040
The agents questioned Martha on her experience,
and she explained her own interaction with

01:17:28.040 --> 01:17:29.290
the black, semi.

01:17:29.290 --> 01:17:30.290
She said:

01:17:30.290 --> 01:17:32.200
“It's all still clear in my head.

01:17:32.200 --> 01:17:36.390
I'm driving down I-64 on my way home and the
sun had just gone down.

01:17:36.390 --> 01:17:40.850
There's no other cars and I’m about to take
my exit, when out of nowhere this huge truck

01:17:40.850 --> 01:17:43.100
just… appears, right next to me.

01:17:43.100 --> 01:17:47.040
There was a bunch of smoke, like it was on
fire or something, and the sound was like

01:17:47.040 --> 01:17:49.580
a bolt of lightning had just struck right
next to me.

01:17:49.580 --> 01:17:51.840
It all happened so fast.

01:17:51.840 --> 01:17:55.380
All the smoke clouded my windshield and before
I could really process what was happening,

01:17:55.380 --> 01:17:58.590
I was plowing right through a concrete divider
and into some trees.

01:17:58.590 --> 01:18:00.010
I think I passed out.

01:18:00.010 --> 01:18:02.660
When I came to, there were paramedics and
cops.

01:18:02.660 --> 01:18:05.130
They took me to the hospital.”

01:18:05.130 --> 01:18:09.560
The agents asked if anything happened after
that and she said there was one other odd

01:18:09.560 --> 01:18:10.560
thing.

01:18:10.560 --> 01:18:14.510
When she left the hospital and went home there
was a letter waiting for her, but it didn’t

01:18:14.510 --> 01:18:16.640
have a return address.

01:18:16.640 --> 01:18:21.100
Inside was a large amount of US currency in
a random assortment of denominations, with

01:18:21.100 --> 01:18:23.990
many of the bills appearing wrinkled and worn.

01:18:23.990 --> 01:18:26.590
There was a note in the envelope too which
read:

01:18:26.590 --> 01:18:27.670
IM SORRY.

01:18:27.670 --> 01:18:28.950
DIDNT MEAN NO HARM.

01:18:28.950 --> 01:18:30.130
FOR THE DAMAGES.

01:18:30.130 --> 01:18:32.980
GET Y'ALL A NEW RIG AND DRIVE ON!!!

01:18:32.980 --> 01:18:36.210
Later Foundation analysis of the document
revealed that the note was written with a

01:18:36.210 --> 01:18:39.740
piece of charcoal on non-anomalous notebook
paper.

01:18:39.740 --> 01:18:44.200
Now you’re probably asking yourself the
same question that SCP researchers had.

01:18:44.200 --> 01:18:49.730
Just who is the driver of SCP-3899 that apparently
wrote this odd note and also paid for the

01:18:49.730 --> 01:18:51.560
damages they caused.

01:18:51.560 --> 01:18:58.210
The operator of the truck, which has been
designated as SCP-3899-1, is a very mysterious

01:18:58.210 --> 01:18:59.340
figure.

01:18:59.340 --> 01:19:02.410
Observers who have been able to get a brief
glimpse inside of the truck as it moves past

01:19:02.410 --> 01:19:06.910
them at a rapid speed have described the driver
as looking only like a silhouette of a slightly

01:19:06.910 --> 01:19:11.380
overweight male wearing the type of headwear
that is typically referred to as a “trucker

01:19:11.380 --> 01:19:12.380
hat.”

01:19:12.380 --> 01:19:16.610
Some reports have also alluded to the presence
of what appears to be smoky, tentacle-like

01:19:16.610 --> 01:19:21.030
appendages within the cab, though all further
efforts to determine the exact physical characteristics

01:19:21.030 --> 01:19:26.650
of 3899-1 have failed, as the truck has proved
resistant to any kind of outside scanning

01:19:26.650 --> 01:19:27.970
equipment.

01:19:27.970 --> 01:19:31.840
Most of what is known about the driver has
come in the form of direct communication,

01:19:31.840 --> 01:19:36.410
though not in the form of interviews or any
other sort of face to face interaction.

01:19:36.410 --> 01:19:41.420
No, while SCP-3899-1 has never been willing
to stop and have a discussion with Foundation

01:19:41.420 --> 01:19:45.680
agents, it does seem more than willing to
speak with anyone and everyone in its immediate

01:19:45.680 --> 01:19:51.270
vicinity over Citizens band, or CB radio,
which is a type of shortwave person to person

01:19:51.270 --> 01:19:55.090
communication system that is popular with
many long haul truckers.

01:19:55.090 --> 01:19:59.350
In one particular instance, an SCP Foundation
helicopter happened to be traveling above

01:19:59.350 --> 01:20:02.220
a stretch of road where SCP-3899 appeared.

01:20:02.220 --> 01:20:07.560
An agent within the helicopter began communicating
with the anomalous trucker, first asking for

01:20:07.560 --> 01:20:09.030
their callsign, to which SCP-3899-1 replied:

01:20:09.030 --> 01:20:10.030
I'M THE NIGHT HAULER AND I'M COMIN' IN HOT!

01:20:10.030 --> 01:20:17.850
I KNOW Y'ALL CAN FEEL THIS SPEED!

01:20:17.850 --> 01:20:23.490
After adjusting their volume to compensate
for 3899-1’s loud response, the agent asked

01:20:23.490 --> 01:20:25.760
if the entity could explain where they came
from.

01:20:25.760 --> 01:20:26.960
3899-1 answered with:

01:20:26.960 --> 01:20:30.030
I ROLL WITH THE WIND!

01:20:30.030 --> 01:20:33.030
MY WHEELS SING SWEET LOVE TO THE BLACKTOP!

01:20:33.030 --> 01:20:43.463
I'M FILLIN' Y'ALL'S VEINS WITH ROAD SALT AND
EXHAUST AND THE SMELL-A BURNIN' RUBBER!

01:20:43.463 --> 01:20:44.463
AIN'T NO BOTHER WHERE I'M FROM, WE ALL GOTTA
LIVE FOR THE RIDE AND DIE FOR NOTHIN'!

01:20:44.463 --> 01:20:45.850
“I see,” the agent responded, before asking
“Are you…

01:20:45.850 --> 01:20:47.160
‘hauling’ anything in particular?”

01:20:47.160 --> 01:20:48.540
SCP-3899-1 came back with:

01:20:48.540 --> 01:20:49.920
Ain't you listenin', girl?

01:20:49.920 --> 01:20:51.290
Are you seein' this?

01:20:51.290 --> 01:20:56.310
What I got is pure rattlin' salvation, eighteen
wheels at a time!

01:20:56.310 --> 01:21:01.710
When y'all's roads is choked, when the ways
is blocked and y'all's speed is all dead and

01:21:01.710 --> 01:21:05.640
gone, I'm droppin' this load and we'll all
be drinkin' gas and breathin' smoke!

01:21:05.640 --> 01:21:10.050
The agent didn’t understand though, and
asked again who they were and what they wanted.

01:21:10.050 --> 01:21:11.050
3899-1 replied:

01:21:11.050 --> 01:21:13.630
THIS IS FOR THE SOULS OF THE ROAD!

01:21:13.630 --> 01:21:19.360
FOR THE LONG NIGHTS AND DEAD ENGINES AND EVERYONE
TRY'NA PUT THAT HORIZON UNDER THEIR WHEELS!

01:21:19.360 --> 01:21:20.591
I AM THE ROAR OF HOT IRON!

01:21:20.591 --> 01:21:22.790
I AM SCREAMING FREEDOM!

01:21:22.790 --> 01:21:24.600
I AM THE DEATH OF ALL BARRIERS!

01:21:24.600 --> 01:21:26.220
THIS RIG AIN'T GOT NO QUIT, HONEY!

01:21:26.220 --> 01:21:27.220
I DO NOT STOP!

01:21:27.220 --> 01:21:28.220
CAN YOU FEEL THE RUMBLE?

01:21:28.220 --> 01:21:30.230
CAN YOU SEE THE FIRE AND SMELL THE BURN?

01:21:30.230 --> 01:21:36.460
I KNOW YOU CAN, I CAN TASTE YOUR HEART AND
I KNOW YOU WANT TO FLY APART WITH ME!

01:21:36.460 --> 01:21:41.180
When the agent began to answer in the affirmative
that they could indeed “feel the rumble,”

01:21:41.180 --> 01:21:46.780
seemingly caught up in the excitement of SCP-3899-1’s
proclamation, the investigation was quickly

01:21:46.780 --> 01:21:50.340
halted and the helicopter broke off from its
pursuit.

01:21:50.340 --> 01:21:55.200
Following this incident, the potential memetic
influence of communicating with 3899-1 is

01:21:55.200 --> 01:21:57.220
under investigation.

01:21:57.220 --> 01:22:02.620
SCP-3899, being currently uncontainable by
any conventional means, has been classified

01:22:02.620 --> 01:22:03.620
as keter.

01:22:03.620 --> 01:22:07.900
Upon reports of it manifesting, all CB radio
transmissions emanating from the truck are

01:22:07.900 --> 01:22:13.650
monitored by nearby Foundation listening posts
for attempted contact by SCP-3899 to civilian

01:22:13.650 --> 01:22:14.730
recipients.

01:22:14.730 --> 01:22:19.130
Any individuals who were contacted are to
be administered Class B amnestics, as are

01:22:19.130 --> 01:22:21.350
any eyewitnesses of the truck itself.

01:22:21.350 --> 01:22:26.880
All information about SCP-3899 is to be suppressed,
and a disinformation campaign is active to

01:22:26.880 --> 01:22:31.280
make all reports of a mysterious truck that
can appear out of nowhere and move at impossible

01:22:31.280 --> 01:22:35.160
speeds seem like nothing more than an urban
legend.

01:22:35.160 --> 01:22:37.830
Just what is SCP-3899?

01:22:37.830 --> 01:22:40.290
Is the driver some sort of anomalous ghost?

01:22:40.290 --> 01:22:45.440
Or perhaps an old, eldritch god, a manifestation
of freedom and perpetual motion given physical

01:22:45.440 --> 01:22:48.600
form as a diesel powered behemoth on the highway.

01:22:48.600 --> 01:22:52.810
Perhaps the answer to that question… is
up to you.

01:22:52.810 --> 01:22:58.580
Now go and watch another entry from the files
of Dr. Bob, like SCP 973 Smokey, for another

01:22:58.580 --> 01:23:02.680
tale of an automotive anomaly with its own
very distinct set of goals.

01:23:02.680 --> 01:23:06.850
And make sure you subscribe and turn on notifications,
so you don’t miss a single anomaly, as we

01:23:06.850 --> 01:23:14.620
delve further and further into the SCP Foundation’s
classified archives.

01:23:14.620 --> 01:23:18.750
A businessman from Queens had been saving
for years to get something he’d been dreaming

01:23:18.750 --> 01:23:20.040
of since childhood.

01:23:20.040 --> 01:23:24.510
A particular wristwatch which just cost over
$20,000.

01:23:24.510 --> 01:23:29.500
However, mere days after getting his hands
on the pricey accessory, he noticed a small

01:23:29.500 --> 01:23:34.240
defect on the edge of the watch case - It
was a small metal nub, an imperfection that

01:23:34.240 --> 01:23:37.130
he could have sworn wasn’t there when he
first bought it.

01:23:37.130 --> 01:23:41.180
After all, he paid twenty grand for the thing,
surely he’d notice if something was wrong

01:23:41.180 --> 01:23:43.320
with it when he first picked it up?

01:23:43.320 --> 01:23:46.980
He brought the watch to the official Service
Center out on 5th Avenue that Friday evening.

01:23:46.980 --> 01:23:50.830
They’d check the watch out, and have it
back to him by Monday, good as new.

01:23:50.830 --> 01:23:55.110
You don’t buy a watch like this if you expect
anything less than the very best.

01:23:55.110 --> 01:23:59.150
The businessman’s watch was stored in a
secure vault with several hundred others as

01:23:59.150 --> 01:24:02.370
it awaited repair from a highly trained technician.

01:24:02.370 --> 01:24:06.810
What happened next would be considered unbelievable,
if it hadn’t all been caught on the security

01:24:06.810 --> 01:24:07.810
camera.

01:24:07.810 --> 01:24:11.890
The first watch began to mutate over the next
eighteen hours.

01:24:11.890 --> 01:24:16.600
It shattered into a twisted mass of glass
and metal cogs, its hands shooting out in

01:24:16.600 --> 01:24:21.710
every direction as four legs and a metal eye
grew out of the resulting mass.

01:24:21.710 --> 01:24:26.700
This spider-like creature then skittered across
every single other watch in the storage vault,

01:24:26.700 --> 01:24:32.320
and within another eighteen hours, they mutated
too, until the room was positively alive with

01:24:32.320 --> 01:24:34.270
tiny metal creatures.

01:24:34.270 --> 01:24:39.430
Meanwhile, over at Site-19, a guard began
to notice that his standard-issue Foundation

01:24:39.430 --> 01:24:43.310
handgun was unusually uncomfortable to hold.

01:24:43.310 --> 01:24:46.560
Perhaps he was developing a nerve issue or
carpal tunnel syndrome?

01:24:46.560 --> 01:24:49.720
It’s not that uncommon in the profession.

01:24:49.720 --> 01:24:54.740
But no, it was actually the strange metal
nub forming on his pistol’s grip.

01:24:54.740 --> 01:25:00.640
He had no idea that, inside the gun, a bizarre
transformation was beginning to take place.

01:25:00.640 --> 01:25:06.280
And, within three days of the nub first appearing
on the handgun, it underwent a remarkable

01:25:06.280 --> 01:25:07.960
metamorphosis.

01:25:07.960 --> 01:25:13.210
Much like the watches, the gun mutated, growing
four legs and an eye, and began running through

01:25:13.210 --> 01:25:16.090
Site-19, causing chaos.

01:25:16.090 --> 01:25:20.680
The gun began firing with reckless abandon,
sending bullets ricocheting off the walls,

01:25:20.680 --> 01:25:25.070
and injuring Dr. Jack Bright and Dr. Sophia
Light as they attempted to disable the rogue

01:25:25.070 --> 01:25:26.520
pistol.

01:25:26.520 --> 01:25:30.430
It was able to fire in a sustained fashion
for over a solid minute, before stopping to

01:25:30.430 --> 01:25:33.330
synthesize new bullets through unknown means.

01:25:33.330 --> 01:25:37.540
Eventually, the weapon was captured and subsequently
destroyed for presenting an active danger

01:25:37.540 --> 01:25:39.670
to SCP Foundation personnel.

01:25:39.670 --> 01:25:44.580
Meanwhile, in an insurance provider’s office
building out in South Dakota, one of the many

01:25:44.580 --> 01:25:48.890
desk drones working their fingers to the bone
typing up insurance claims barely noticed

01:25:48.890 --> 01:25:52.450
a small plastic nub forming on the side of
their wireless keyboard.

01:25:52.450 --> 01:25:59.250
It remained this way for a relatively uneventful
six days, before finally undergoing a complete

01:25:59.250 --> 01:26:00.250
transformation.

01:26:00.250 --> 01:26:05.231
It became a chaotic configuration of legs
and keys, spelling out the words “ASK WE

01:26:05.231 --> 01:26:08.400
WILL ANSWER” on the top of its body.

01:26:08.400 --> 01:26:12.760
It wandered around the office, seemingly brushing
up against as many other pieces of technology

01:26:12.760 --> 01:26:14.290
as it could.

01:26:14.290 --> 01:26:18.390
The astonished workers found that if you typed
any complete sentence onto this mechanical

01:26:18.390 --> 01:26:22.750
creature’s keys, it would be rendered inactive
for around an hour, much to the relief of

01:26:22.750 --> 01:26:24.370
everyone who was there at the time.

01:26:24.370 --> 01:26:29.530
In New Mexico, a small child was about to
be scarred for life when his brand new talking

01:26:29.530 --> 01:26:32.810
action figure developed a plastic nub on the
nape of its neck.

01:26:32.810 --> 01:26:35.830
The child didn’t really pay any mind to
it.

01:26:35.830 --> 01:26:40.840
However, within ten days of the nub’s appearance,
the toy took on a transformation that was

01:26:40.840 --> 01:26:42.950
impossible to ignore.

01:26:42.950 --> 01:26:47.620
The toy burst open, its head growing four
legs and skittering away from its own broken

01:26:47.620 --> 01:26:49.010
body.

01:26:49.010 --> 01:26:51.460
When the little boy saw this, he called for
his mother.

01:26:51.460 --> 01:26:56.160
When it began skittering towards him at surprising
speed, he screamed and fled.

01:26:56.160 --> 01:27:01.080
The head, which had also somehow lost its
eyes to an even more frightening effect, kept

01:27:01.080 --> 01:27:04.910
repeating “Mom, there’s something wrong
with my toy” in the little boy’s voice.

01:27:04.910 --> 01:27:09.320
If it wasn’t for the Foundation amnestics
that he and his mother would later receive,

01:27:09.320 --> 01:27:12.580
he likely would have been scarred for life
by the anomalous experience.

01:27:12.580 --> 01:27:18.040
In Idaho, an old woman who lived alone noticed
something strange going on with her television

01:27:18.040 --> 01:27:22.350
set, a lump of warped, bulbous plastic had
started forming on the top.

01:27:22.350 --> 01:27:27.180
She decided to call a TV repairman, or perhaps
her son who didn’t call her nearly enough,

01:27:27.180 --> 01:27:29.570
to come over and take a look at it.

01:27:29.570 --> 01:27:34.290
But as things often do in life, she let it
slip her mind, and two weeks passed without

01:27:34.290 --> 01:27:35.720
her addressing it.

01:27:35.720 --> 01:27:40.130
This would prove to be a mistake - Not that
any TV repairman really could have done anything

01:27:40.130 --> 01:27:41.750
to help.

01:27:41.750 --> 01:27:46.820
The TV sprouted four long, spider-like legs,
and a single eye.

01:27:46.820 --> 01:27:51.050
The screen perpetually showed shaky footage
of an unmoving figure, suspended mid-air in

01:27:51.050 --> 01:27:53.880
the middle of a blank, featureless room.

01:27:53.880 --> 01:27:58.630
This change from the usual programming disturbed
the old woman greatly, even more so as the

01:27:58.630 --> 01:28:01.450
television began advancing towards her.

01:28:01.450 --> 01:28:06.620
Meanwhile, soldiers operating a tank stationed
in Syria noticed a small metal welt on its

01:28:06.620 --> 01:28:07.620
chassis.

01:28:07.620 --> 01:28:12.310
Of course, given the natural wear and tear
experienced by tanks on an active battlefield,

01:28:12.310 --> 01:28:14.990
none of them paid much mind to such a tiny
defect.

01:28:14.990 --> 01:28:20.380
It continued like this for a month and a half
until tragedy finally struck in the most unexpected

01:28:20.380 --> 01:28:26.570
fashion: Much like the handgun over in Site-19,
the tank grew legs and started firing in every

01:28:26.570 --> 01:28:32.200
direction, devastating nearby infrastructure
and killing scores of people around it.

01:28:32.200 --> 01:28:34.920
It seemed not to discriminate, or even really
to aim.

01:28:34.920 --> 01:28:39.410
It fired in all directions at soldiers and
civilians alike, and took several groups of

01:28:39.410 --> 01:28:43.630
soldiers armed with anti-tank weaponry to
finally put it down.

01:28:43.630 --> 01:28:46.800
No explanation was ever given for what happened
that day.

01:28:46.800 --> 01:28:50.090
Most people just assumed that it was a tank
operator who’d snapped under the intense

01:28:50.090 --> 01:28:54.840
pressures of war, and gone berserk, but the
truth would forever elude them.

01:28:54.840 --> 01:28:56.700
So, what is the truth?

01:28:56.700 --> 01:29:01.750
Why has all this machinery, from innocent
to disastrous, been taking on a mind of its

01:29:01.750 --> 01:29:04.000
own and causing chaos across the globe?

01:29:04.000 --> 01:29:06.670
Allow me to explain.

01:29:06.670 --> 01:29:11.860
These are just a few entries from the filing
cabinet of incident reports belonging to SCP-658,

01:29:11.860 --> 01:29:17.990
a parasitic mechanical entity that’s also
known as... the Botflies.

01:29:17.990 --> 01:29:23.710
SCP-658 instances are a unique species of
highly reproductive anomalous creatures, characterized

01:29:23.710 --> 01:29:28.590
by their four long, thin legs on the underside
of their bodies, and their single large, mechanical

01:29:28.590 --> 01:29:30.820
eye somewhere on the upper body.

01:29:30.820 --> 01:29:35.440
They reproduce through contact with any man
made mechanical objects, though the exact

01:29:35.440 --> 01:29:38.940
means of parasitic infection are unclear.

01:29:38.940 --> 01:29:43.210
Simply making contact seems to be enough to
turn an object into a breeding pod for a growing

01:29:43.210 --> 01:29:48.680
SCP-658 embryo and gestation time is dependent
on the size and complexity of the infected

01:29:48.680 --> 01:29:49.680
object.

01:29:49.680 --> 01:29:54.360
The embryo will present itself as a metal
or plastic nub on the surface of the object,

01:29:54.360 --> 01:29:58.690
appearing to the untrained eye like some kind
of minor production defect.

01:29:58.690 --> 01:30:03.320
This keeps the embryo safe as it develops,
growing and absorbing the surrounding technology

01:30:03.320 --> 01:30:05.890
into its own biomechanical makeup.

01:30:05.890 --> 01:30:11.520
Incidentally, the name “Botfly'' is a play
on an equally unpleasant non-anomalous parasitic

01:30:11.520 --> 01:30:16.810
insect, latin name Oestridae, which implant
their eggs into the living flesh of their

01:30:16.810 --> 01:30:21.410
victims, where they incubate, grow, and eventually
burst out from the skin.

01:30:21.410 --> 01:30:27.860
The similarities in breeding patterns of non-anomalous
botflies and SCP-658 are self-evident.

01:30:27.860 --> 01:30:32.280
These entities vary massively in size, from
the diminutive stature of five millimeters

01:30:32.280 --> 01:30:34.620
squared to hundreds of meters.

01:30:34.620 --> 01:30:39.870
The size of an SCP-658 instance, much like
its aforementioned gestation period, depends

01:30:39.870 --> 01:30:45.660
entirely on its host object, and Foundation
research has indicated that any complex, man-made

01:30:45.660 --> 01:30:49.500
mechanical object is susceptible to parasitic
infection.

01:30:49.500 --> 01:30:53.940
From cellphones to jumbo jets, all technology
is on the table for 658.

01:30:53.940 --> 01:30:59.010
And, as indicated through the eyewitness accounts
in the case files, the appearance of the individual

01:30:59.010 --> 01:31:04.300
SCP-658 instances are reflective of whatever
technology incubated them.

01:31:04.300 --> 01:31:09.660
This influence of the host technology also
appears to extend to SCP-658 behavior, with

01:31:09.660 --> 01:31:15.350
more benign objects like phones or wrist watches
becoming equally benign creatures, and weapons

01:31:15.350 --> 01:31:20.990
such as firearms or combat-ready vehicles
taking on a more aggressive nature.

01:31:20.990 --> 01:31:25.911
Given that the US Military alone has thousands
of vehicles and even more firearms, there

01:31:25.911 --> 01:31:30.930
are naturally some concerns about what would
happen if ever an SCP-658 outbreak got out

01:31:30.930 --> 01:31:32.990
of control at a military base.

01:31:32.990 --> 01:31:37.740
Thanks to the extreme proliferation of and
dependence on technology in our modern era,

01:31:37.740 --> 01:31:43.880
a large-scale containment breach of SCP-658
could lead to a catastrophic exponential population

01:31:43.880 --> 01:31:45.090
boom.

01:31:45.090 --> 01:31:50.960
The SCP Foundation is keeping an extremely
close eye on any signs of SCP-658 activity,

01:31:50.960 --> 01:31:56.030
especially in technologically-advanced cities
and other densely populated locations.

01:31:56.030 --> 01:31:59.860
Research has proven that these creatures are
capable of manifesting adaptations that increase

01:31:59.860 --> 01:32:02.730
their reproductive ability even further.

01:32:02.730 --> 01:32:09.160
For example, during one test, it was proven
that one SCP-658 instance was capable of impregnating

01:32:09.160 --> 01:32:10.160
another.

01:32:10.160 --> 01:32:14.550
The result was it transforming into a creature
with eight legs and two eyes that was capable

01:32:14.550 --> 01:32:19.670
of impregnating any objects they touched with
two embryos, rather than the typical single

01:32:19.670 --> 01:32:20.670
embryo.

01:32:20.670 --> 01:32:25.070
While senior researchers deemed it unwise
to see exactly how far these 658 inter-breeding

01:32:25.070 --> 01:32:30.790
experiments could go, it stands to reason
that it could also be subjected to an exponential

01:32:30.790 --> 01:32:32.060
increase.

01:32:32.060 --> 01:32:37.400
One hyper-mutated 658 instance could be capable
of mass-impregnating larger pieces of technology

01:32:37.400 --> 01:32:40.810
with hundreds if not thousands of embryos.

01:32:40.810 --> 01:32:45.160
You can see how these often tiny and seemingly
harmless creatures could quickly become a

01:32:45.160 --> 01:32:47.510
big problem for all of us.

01:32:47.510 --> 01:32:54.820
Picture every vehicle - cars, trucks, motorcycles,
scooters, ATVs, vans, humvees, tanks, planes,

01:32:54.820 --> 01:33:01.660
helicopters, speedboats, yachts, cruise ships,
battleships - all becoming hyper-mutated SCP-658

01:33:01.660 --> 01:33:03.100
instances.

01:33:03.100 --> 01:33:09.150
Then add every phone, every laptop, every
computer, every tablet, every TV, every printer,

01:33:09.150 --> 01:33:14.590
every kitchen appliance, every gun, all being
infected with SCP-658 embryos and joining

01:33:14.590 --> 01:33:16.270
the horde.

01:33:16.270 --> 01:33:20.600
Given how much all of us - including the SCP
Foundation - rely on this technology and so

01:33:20.600 --> 01:33:25.060
much more in our work and daily lives, it’s
clear how the uncontrolled proliferation of

01:33:25.060 --> 01:33:29.390
SCP-658 would completely alter the world as
we know it.

01:33:29.390 --> 01:33:33.560
It’s a clear reminder of the importance
of the SCP Foundation’s work: The worst-case

01:33:33.560 --> 01:33:39.170
scenarios for even some of the more innocent-seeming
SCPs can be startlingly bleak.

01:33:39.170 --> 01:33:42.901
Due to the mechanical nature of these anomalies,
all connections to the Church of the Broken

01:33:42.901 --> 01:33:47.550
God and their illicit activities are being
explored by Foundation field personnel.

01:33:47.550 --> 01:33:53.460
Containment protocols on SCP-658 are extremely
clear: Any instance of SCP-658 no larger than

01:33:53.460 --> 01:33:59.540
50 CM across any axis - considered to be a
“small” SCP-658 sample - is to be stored,

01:33:59.540 --> 01:34:03.990
alone, in a steel box when not being used
in active testing.

01:34:03.990 --> 01:34:08.130
Special containment procedures specify that
the box must be kept closed through low-tech

01:34:08.130 --> 01:34:12.510
means, and we mean a true return to basics
here: String or duct tape are the preferred

01:34:12.510 --> 01:34:17.300
methods of keeping them under lock and key,
or as some researchers prefer, weighing down

01:34:17.300 --> 01:34:19.730
the lid with heavy books.

01:34:19.730 --> 01:34:24.900
Anything with a more complex locking mechanism
is capable of being impregnated by SCP-658,

01:34:24.900 --> 01:34:26.590
completely negating containment.

01:34:26.590 --> 01:34:31.550
Any 658 samples larger than 50 centimeters
are to be destroyed as soon as possible after

01:34:31.550 --> 01:34:34.500
being apprehended by Foundation personnel.

01:34:34.500 --> 01:34:38.880
This “destroy on sight” order is also
applicable for any technology infected by

01:34:38.880 --> 01:34:43.470
SCP-658 outside of intentional testing scenarios.

01:34:43.470 --> 01:34:48.630
In order to avoid population growth during
containment, all captured SCP-658 samples

01:34:48.630 --> 01:34:53.070
must be kept at least three meters away from
any man-made technology capable of sustaining

01:34:53.070 --> 01:34:55.570
an SCP-658 embryo.

01:34:55.570 --> 01:34:59.890
If unsure of whether an object is applicable,
researchers and guards are told to err on

01:34:59.890 --> 01:35:04.300
the side of caution when it comes to this
anomaly which has been classified as Euclid.

01:35:04.300 --> 01:35:11.290
After all, when it comes to SCP-658 - or really,
any SCPs - it’s far better to be safe than

01:35:11.290 --> 01:35:12.380
sorry.

01:35:12.380 --> 01:35:18.410
Now go and watch another entry from the files
of Dr. Bob, like SCP-799 the Carnivorous Blanket,

01:35:18.410 --> 01:35:21.440
for another SCP with a rather unique breeding
method.

01:35:21.440 --> 01:35:25.680
And make sure you subscribe and turn on notifications,
so you don’t miss a single anomaly, as we

01:35:25.680 --> 01:35:31.820
delve further and further into the SCP Foundation’s
classified archives.

01:35:31.820 --> 01:35:36.050
The gleaming steel scissors glide effortlessly
through the sheet of red material, slicing

01:35:36.050 --> 01:35:38.400
through as if nothing was there.

01:35:38.400 --> 01:35:40.330
The blood red fabric parts to either side.

01:35:40.330 --> 01:35:44.590
A pair of hands pick up one of the pieces
and hold it up into the air.

01:35:44.590 --> 01:35:48.780
The man admires his handiwork before draping
the cloth on a dress form and pinning it in

01:35:48.780 --> 01:35:49.920
place.

01:35:49.920 --> 01:35:53.460
Although there are many tables in the large
room with sewing machines and mannequins next

01:35:53.460 --> 01:35:54.760
to them, they’re all empty.

01:35:54.760 --> 01:35:58.400
The man works all alone in the big room.

01:35:58.400 --> 01:36:02.400
And it is impossible to notice that he’s
an incredibly handsome man too.

01:36:02.400 --> 01:36:06.570
So good looking that no matter your preferences,
you can’t help but stop and take notice

01:36:06.570 --> 01:36:12.180
of his perfect facial features, his slim,
fit physique, his lithe, dextrous hands.

01:36:12.180 --> 01:36:16.770
He brushes a strand of dirty blonde hair away
from his vibrant blue eyes and takes a pin

01:36:16.770 --> 01:36:20.880
out of his mouth before adjusting the fabric
just a millimeter more before sticking it

01:36:20.880 --> 01:36:22.320
in place.

01:36:22.320 --> 01:36:25.680
The man steps away from the dress form and
admires his work.

01:36:25.680 --> 01:36:28.110
There, absolutely perfect.

01:36:28.110 --> 01:36:32.730
There’s no doubt that this will be the closing
look of the upcoming fashion show.

01:36:32.730 --> 01:36:34.240
Another masterpiece.

01:36:34.240 --> 01:36:35.240
Just like him.

01:36:35.240 --> 01:36:37.510
But that doesn’t mean that he’s finished.

01:36:37.510 --> 01:36:41.530
There’s still much to be done and he goes
back to work at his table, sewing bits of

01:36:41.530 --> 01:36:45.450
fabric together to create embellishments for
the opulent, couture gown.

01:36:45.450 --> 01:36:50.340
He’s so focused on his new design that he
doesn’t notice the fashion house’s operating

01:36:50.340 --> 01:36:52.660
manager in the hall outside of the workroom.

01:36:52.660 --> 01:36:56.620
The manager points through the glass window
in the door and tells the two police officers

01:36:56.620 --> 01:36:59.780
with him that this is the man they are looking
for.

01:36:59.780 --> 01:37:04.070
There’s been a number of tragic and mysterious
crimes involving people connected to this

01:37:04.070 --> 01:37:08.340
fashion company, and the police have finally
closed in on a suspect.

01:37:08.340 --> 01:37:14.110
Well not the police exactly, but two SCP Foundation
agents posing as police officers.

01:37:14.110 --> 01:37:17.970
The Foundation became suspicious after learning
that there had been several missing persons,

01:37:17.970 --> 01:37:23.130
murders, and mental breakdowns, all of which
involved people connected to this one company.

01:37:23.130 --> 01:37:26.800
And even more specifically, they were all
connected to one man.

01:37:26.800 --> 01:37:30.570
There was plenty of evidence that something
more than just regular criminal activity was

01:37:30.570 --> 01:37:31.670
happening here.

01:37:31.670 --> 01:37:36.050
Something strange was happening, something
anomalous.

01:37:36.050 --> 01:37:39.790
One of the police officers nods at his partner
before gesturing for the manager to leave.

01:37:39.790 --> 01:37:42.262
It’s always better not to have civilians
present during a containment.

01:37:42.262 --> 01:37:47.390
The incredibly handsome man still hasn’t
noticed his guests in the hall, remaining

01:37:47.390 --> 01:37:51.620
completely absorbed in his work, and he doesn’t
even look up when the two agents burst into

01:37:51.620 --> 01:37:54.970
the room, both with guns drawn, not taking
any chances.

01:37:54.970 --> 01:37:55.970
“Freeze!

01:37:55.970 --> 01:37:56.970
Drop your weapon!”

01:37:56.970 --> 01:38:00.030
one of the agents shouts,
but the beautiful man doesn’t respond, and

01:38:00.030 --> 01:38:02.820
just continues snipping away at fabric with
his scissors.

01:38:02.820 --> 01:38:07.660
“I said freeze!” he commands again, and
this time, the handsome man at least appears

01:38:07.660 --> 01:38:10.170
to have heard them, finally stopping his work.

01:38:10.170 --> 01:38:14.570
He slowly looks up with his piercing eyes
to gaze at the men who have intruded into

01:38:14.570 --> 01:38:16.030
his creative workspace.

01:38:16.030 --> 01:38:18.050
“Drop your weapon, now.”

01:38:18.050 --> 01:38:19.250
the agent tells him.

01:38:19.250 --> 01:38:23.740
The man looks over at his hand which still
holds the large pair of scissors and smiles.

01:38:23.740 --> 01:38:28.040
He gently places the scissors down on the
table, careful not to let them touch the expensive

01:38:28.040 --> 01:38:29.980
cloth that is rolled out before him.

01:38:29.980 --> 01:38:32.350
“Now put your hands up!”

01:38:32.350 --> 01:38:36.670
This time there’s no response and the man
grips the edge of the table, smiling, and

01:38:36.670 --> 01:38:40.130
stares into the eyes of the agents, first
one, then the other.

01:38:40.130 --> 01:38:43.180
“Hands up or we’ll be forced to shoot!”

01:38:43.180 --> 01:38:45.950
The smile slowly leaves the handsome man’s
face.

01:38:45.950 --> 01:38:50.490
“Will you excuse me for one moment,” he
says, though with no hint in his voice that

01:38:50.490 --> 01:38:52.240
it’s actually a request.

01:38:52.240 --> 01:38:56.670
The agents seem unsure of what to do, both
of them appear taken aback and confused by

01:38:56.670 --> 01:38:58.290
his nonchalant attitude.

01:38:58.290 --> 01:39:02.440
The handsome man turns away from the agents
and quickly steps behind a dressing screen

01:39:02.440 --> 01:39:04.660
that’s been setup near his work table.

01:39:04.660 --> 01:39:08.640
As he walks behind it, he doesn’t break
his stride at all, he simply passes behind

01:39:08.640 --> 01:39:12.210
the screen for mere seconds, and steps out
on the other side.

01:39:12.210 --> 01:39:15.380
Only once he steps out, it isn’t him anymore.

01:39:15.380 --> 01:39:19.600
The man that emerges from behind the screen
is a completely different person.

01:39:19.600 --> 01:39:24.350
Where once he was slim, graceful, clean shaven,
and dressed in a fine suit, now he is heavy

01:39:24.350 --> 01:39:28.360
and muscled, like a professional football
player, with a thick beard, and dressed as

01:39:28.360 --> 01:39:30.540
if he’s a member of a SWAT team.

01:39:30.540 --> 01:39:34.500
Before the agents can even react to the bizarre
metamorphosis, the large man charges them

01:39:34.500 --> 01:39:35.810
and begins attacking.

01:39:35.810 --> 01:39:39.910
He snaps the neck of one and plunges the scissors
he snatched off the table into the other’s

01:39:39.910 --> 01:39:40.910
neck.

01:39:40.910 --> 01:39:44.660
More SCP containment specialists, these ones
dressed in tactical gear with no attempt made

01:39:44.660 --> 01:39:49.176
to disguise themselves as everyday police,
flood into the room and open fire, but the

01:39:49.176 --> 01:39:53.120
man who looks like a Navy SEAL picks up the
fallen agent’s guns and begins firing both

01:39:53.120 --> 01:39:54.120
at the same time.

01:39:54.120 --> 01:39:59.440
He outguns and outmaneuvers the agents, effortlessly
rolling behind cover while constantly firing,

01:39:59.440 --> 01:40:01.270
taking out agent after agent.

01:40:01.270 --> 01:40:05.250
Screams fill the air, both from the dying
SCP agents as well as the civilians who are

01:40:05.250 --> 01:40:08.910
struck through the walls by the onslaught,
including the manager who had snuck back to

01:40:08.910 --> 01:40:13.260
the door window to watch what he thought would
be the snobby, handsome man being taken into

01:40:13.260 --> 01:40:14.260
custody.

01:40:14.260 --> 01:40:18.280
The window behind the special ops soldier
explodes and two SCP agents rapel through,

01:40:18.280 --> 01:40:21.360
catching him by surprise and knocking him
to the ground.

01:40:21.360 --> 01:40:25.430
It takes even more agents rushing in to hold
the man down as he struggles and screams like

01:40:25.430 --> 01:40:29.041
a wild animal, breaking one of their jaws
for good measure before they’re finally

01:40:29.041 --> 01:40:33.130
able to subdue him and confine him with heavy
duty straps.

01:40:33.130 --> 01:40:38.210
When all is said and done, seventeen agents
and ten civilians have lost their lives, but

01:40:38.210 --> 01:40:41.170
the anomaly has finally been contained.

01:40:41.170 --> 01:40:47.150
Once it is taken to a secured location it
is given a new designation, SCP-056, but the

01:40:47.150 --> 01:40:50.320
site staff soon give it a new nickname, calling
it simply…

01:40:50.320 --> 01:40:52.840
A Beautiful Person.

01:40:52.840 --> 01:40:57.450
SCP-056 is one of the most deceptive, and
one of the most dangerous anomalies known

01:40:57.450 --> 01:40:59.350
to the SCP Foundation.

01:40:59.350 --> 01:41:04.160
It is a being whose size, gender, and appearance
can all vary in an instant, and which will

01:41:04.160 --> 01:41:06.010
change in response to its environment.

01:41:06.010 --> 01:41:10.260
The form it has most commonly taken while
in contrainment resembles a man who appears

01:41:10.260 --> 01:41:11.730
to be in his mid twenties.

01:41:11.730 --> 01:41:16.060
His exact looks will vary slightly but he
will always be what could be described as

01:41:16.060 --> 01:41:19.630
incredibly handsome, at least by traditional
societal standards.

01:41:19.630 --> 01:41:24.050
His clothes will change as well to be a style
similar to those of other people around him,

01:41:24.050 --> 01:41:27.800
though they will always be of a higher quality
and more aesthetically pleasing than anyone

01:41:27.800 --> 01:41:29.740
nearby is wearing.

01:41:29.740 --> 01:41:35.110
While that appears to be SCP-056’s preferred
form, it’s far from its only one.

01:41:35.110 --> 01:41:39.960
In addition to the young man, it has also
been observed taking on several others including

01:41:39.960 --> 01:41:44.250
a woman with a striking resemblance to Hollywood
actress Scarlett Johansson, a form it took

01:41:44.250 --> 01:41:48.270
when walking past a group of a younger female
staff; a male bodybuilder who could bench

01:41:48.270 --> 01:41:53.640
press over 250 kilograms, which was 30 kilograms
more than the strongest security guard stationed

01:41:53.640 --> 01:41:57.830
at the Foundation site; it took the form of
a female doctor who was measured as having

01:41:57.830 --> 01:42:02.950
an IQ score 30 points higher than any on site
researchers; as well as non human forms like

01:42:02.950 --> 01:42:07.940
a large, well groomed labrador retriever when
it was exposed to another researcher’s dog,

01:42:07.940 --> 01:42:13.310
and an extremely aesthetically pleasing couch
when left alone in its own containment chamber.

01:42:13.310 --> 01:42:18.000
These changes from one form to the other occur
whenever people lose focus on the subject,

01:42:18.000 --> 01:42:22.260
something that seems to happen when new people
are exposed to SCP-056.

01:42:22.260 --> 01:42:26.220
And once they lose focus, it’s able to change
in appearance virtually instantaneously.

01:42:26.220 --> 01:42:30.170
Attempts to film the transformation have resulted
in the recording equipment exhibiting the

01:42:30.170 --> 01:42:35.220
same effect, seemingly “losing focus”
and being unable to see exactly what happens

01:42:35.220 --> 01:42:38.990
when SCP-056 changes from one form to another.

01:42:38.990 --> 01:42:42.830
It’s clothing will change along with its
bodily form, though so far it hasn’t been

01:42:42.830 --> 01:42:46.230
observed manifesting weapons or other tools.

01:42:46.230 --> 01:42:50.670
Great efforts have been made to determine
SCP-056’s “original” form, though so

01:42:50.670 --> 01:42:53.310
far these have all been met with failure.

01:42:53.310 --> 01:42:57.530
When placed within an empty concrete cell
and placed under constant video surveillance,

01:42:57.530 --> 01:43:01.900
the cameras experienced the same loss of focus
that others did, and then were met with a

01:43:01.900 --> 01:43:05.040
rather surprising figure left in the room.

01:43:05.040 --> 01:43:10.720
SCP-056 had taken the form of a video camera,
similar to the one being used to record it

01:43:10.720 --> 01:43:13.880
though a slightly more advanced and expensive
model.

01:43:13.880 --> 01:43:18.540
Additional attempts were made to discover
its true form, this time without direct observation

01:43:18.540 --> 01:43:22.690
equipment, with researchers instead making
use of passive scans that could detect changes

01:43:22.690 --> 01:43:24.030
to lifeforms.

01:43:24.030 --> 01:43:29.820
When they left SCP-056 alone and monitored
it using these tools, what they found was…

01:43:29.820 --> 01:43:30.900
nothing.

01:43:30.900 --> 01:43:34.440
There was no detectable body temperature,
heartbeat, or even weight.

01:43:34.440 --> 01:43:40.380
It appeared that when not observed, SCP-056
simply ceased to be.

01:43:40.380 --> 01:43:45.380
Those who have personal contact with SCP-056
often report that the anomalous entity makes

01:43:45.380 --> 01:43:50.220
them feel substandard, or jealous, as if they
can’t measure up to it, yet at the same

01:43:50.220 --> 01:43:52.690
time will seem to seek its approval.

01:43:52.690 --> 01:43:57.740
This extends to SCP security staff, who will
express a desire to follow its commands, while

01:43:57.740 --> 01:44:02.130
researchers will try to argue with it, something
that usually results in them leaving its containment

01:44:02.130 --> 01:44:05.420
cell feeling as though they were outwitted
by its itelligence.

01:44:05.420 --> 01:44:11.030
And SCP-056’s expert communication abilities
seem not to be limited by complex subjects

01:44:11.030 --> 01:44:13.010
or language barriers.

01:44:13.010 --> 01:44:17.030
Research has shown it to be fluent in at least
200 different dialects, and it has exhibited

01:44:17.030 --> 01:44:22.010
an expert level of knowledge in such varied
topics as fashion, automobiles, theoretical

01:44:22.010 --> 01:44:26.530
science, sports, and a multitude of others,
all of which it will usually show a greater

01:44:26.530 --> 01:44:29.190
knowledge of than the person it is conversing
with.

01:44:29.190 --> 01:44:33.280
And despite leaving the conversations feeling
dejected about their own abilities, those

01:44:33.280 --> 01:44:38.690
who talk to it will almost always express
a desire to speak with SCP-056 again, as if

01:44:38.690 --> 01:44:41.920
they can’t resist being made to feel inadequate
by it.

01:44:41.920 --> 01:44:47.460
A number of tests were then performed to discover
just what form SCP-056 would take when presented

01:44:47.460 --> 01:44:51.840
with various situations, and the results were
rather interesting.

01:44:51.840 --> 01:44:57.640
In the first, a male Class D personnel was
given a knife and told to try and attack SCP-056.

01:44:57.640 --> 01:45:02.870
056 quickly took the form of a young, fit
man who was able to effortlessly disarm the

01:45:02.870 --> 01:45:05.940
attacking D Class and killed him with the
knife instead.

01:45:05.940 --> 01:45:10.650
In another test, a female D Class entered
its cell not with a weapon, but with a bottle

01:45:10.650 --> 01:45:12.140
of expensive wine.

01:45:12.140 --> 01:45:16.630
They were met with SCP-056 in the form of
a young, beautiful woman, who accepted the

01:45:16.630 --> 01:45:21.800
wine but upon trying it, spit it out in the
D Class’s face and sent them away.

01:45:21.800 --> 01:45:26.810
Next, researchers sent two D Classes in at
the same time, one male and one female, with

01:45:26.810 --> 01:45:29.260
no specific orders at all.

01:45:29.260 --> 01:45:33.860
SCP-056 appeared as a beautiful woman in a
well tailored business suit who proceeded

01:45:33.860 --> 01:45:38.070
to examine both the D Classes, pointing out
their each and every physical flaw before

01:45:38.070 --> 01:45:41.020
sending them too on their way.

01:45:41.020 --> 01:45:44.550
Researchers then tried sending ten Class D
personnel into the cell, all of whom were

01:45:44.550 --> 01:45:48.230
male and who had expressed a romantic preference
for females.

01:45:48.230 --> 01:45:52.990
SCP-056 appeared as an especially beautiful
female in a low cut red dress.

01:45:52.990 --> 01:45:58.530
056 didn’t interact with the group in any
way, but after ten minutes the D Classes began

01:45:58.530 --> 01:46:00.270
to look uncomfortable.

01:46:00.270 --> 01:46:04.080
Soon an all out brawl broke out between the
D Classes as they violently assaulted each

01:46:04.080 --> 01:46:06.900
other, apparently for SCP-056’s approval.

01:46:06.900 --> 01:46:11.810
056 seened to watch the melee with pleasure
for several minutes before calling an end

01:46:11.810 --> 01:46:14.170
to it and sending them all out.

01:46:14.170 --> 01:46:19.340
A member of staff then volunteered to be tested
with SCP-056, a level 4 personnel who was

01:46:19.340 --> 01:46:21.920
regarded as being especially beautiful herself.

01:46:21.920 --> 01:46:27.640
She entered SCP-056’s cell, where the anomaly
took the form of a similarly beautiful, professional

01:46:27.640 --> 01:46:31.830
looking woman, and the two proceeded to have
a conversation, discussing various advanced

01:46:31.830 --> 01:46:33.650
personnel management techniques.

01:46:33.650 --> 01:46:37.700
Their discussion seemed amiable, but after
ninety minutes, the staff member appeared

01:46:37.700 --> 01:46:42.600
to become infuriated with SCP-056 and quickly
left the room.

01:46:42.600 --> 01:46:48.040
While no crosstests with other SCPs have yet
to be performed, when asked about other anomalies,

01:46:48.040 --> 01:46:55.090
SCP-056 shows a rare instance of vulnerability,
expressing hatred towards them and even occasionally…

01:46:55.090 --> 01:46:56.230
fear.

01:46:56.230 --> 01:47:01.200
SCP-056 has been relatively benign in its
time in SCP containment, seemingly content

01:47:01.200 --> 01:47:03.480
to spend its time around Foundation staff.

01:47:03.480 --> 01:47:07.680
It’s been allowed to have a cell of its
own choosing, as well as pick its own furnishings,

01:47:07.680 --> 01:47:11.290
which have tended towards expensive and fashionable
decor.

01:47:11.290 --> 01:47:15.280
Security staff assigned to guard it are equipped
with high powered tranquilizers and any staff

01:47:15.280 --> 01:47:21.110
that exhibit mental irregularities after extended
exposure to SCP-056 must undergo immediate

01:47:21.110 --> 01:47:23.410
psychological examination.

01:47:23.410 --> 01:47:28.390
It has frequently asked for access to the
internet, and when asked why it desires that,

01:47:28.390 --> 01:47:32.870
SCP-056 responded that the Foundation was
“unable to provide it with enough sycophants",

01:47:32.870 --> 01:47:36.000
and that it "wanted the whole world to know
its face."

01:47:36.000 --> 01:47:40.430
Needless to say, its request for internet
access was denied, and the anomaly which has

01:47:40.430 --> 01:47:44.850
been classified as Euclid, continues to be
securely cut off from the general public and

01:47:44.850 --> 01:47:47.520
remains in Foundation containment.

01:47:47.520 --> 01:47:53.110
Now go and watch another entry from the files
of Dr. Bob, Like SCP-054, the Water Nymph,

01:47:53.110 --> 01:47:57.260
for another beautiful creature kept locked
away by the SCP Foundation, and make sure

01:47:57.260 --> 01:48:01.380
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01:48:01.380 --> 01:48:07.400
further and further into the SCP Foundation’s
classified archives.

01:48:07.400 --> 01:48:11.420
The young man watches as the lily-white coffin
is lowered into the ground.

01:48:11.420 --> 01:48:16.220
He’s surprised at the dryness of his eyes,
seeing as it’s his own mother being buried,

01:48:16.220 --> 01:48:18.700
but now isn’t the time for questions.

01:48:18.700 --> 01:48:24.680
When the dirt is piled on and the small service
comes to an end, the young man is the last

01:48:24.680 --> 01:48:26.190
to leave.

01:48:26.190 --> 01:48:29.660
Other than the eulogy, he never says a single
word to anyone.

01:48:29.660 --> 01:48:31.610
She’d been…

01:48:31.610 --> 01:48:33.450
Difficult, towards the end..

01:48:33.450 --> 01:48:37.040
He’d cared for his mother until her disease
had made it so that she wasn’t really his

01:48:37.040 --> 01:48:41.530
mother anymore - And then for another two
years after that.

01:48:41.530 --> 01:48:45.410
Things had been said and done that he wished
he could remove from his memories of her,

01:48:45.410 --> 01:48:48.440
but the past is forever set.

01:48:48.440 --> 01:48:53.200
As he looks up from his mother’s gravestone,
he notices something strange in the distance,

01:48:53.200 --> 01:48:54.710
perhaps thirty feet away from him.

01:48:54.710 --> 01:49:00.380
A little girl, maybe about ten years old,
in a school uniform, standing behind another

01:49:00.380 --> 01:49:01.380
gravestone.

01:49:01.380 --> 01:49:06.140
She’s wearing a worn-looking, plastic pig
mask, and carrying a dirty rag doll.

01:49:06.140 --> 01:49:10.930
The young man stares into the dark eye holes
of her mask for a moment, wondering if he’s

01:49:10.930 --> 01:49:14.840
really seeing this or if she’s a figment
of his imagination brought on by stress and

01:49:14.840 --> 01:49:16.240
grief…

01:49:16.240 --> 01:49:19.170
Then he blinks and… she’s gone.

01:49:19.170 --> 01:49:23.470
For a second, he feels a frightening sentence
looping through the dark recesses of his mind:

01:49:23.470 --> 01:49:25.240
You’re starting to lose it already.

01:49:25.240 --> 01:49:26.870
A few years ahead of schedule.

01:49:26.870 --> 01:49:29.250
You’d make your mother proud…

01:49:29.250 --> 01:49:32.070
The young man shakes his head and leaves for
home.

01:49:32.070 --> 01:49:34.300
Of course, he might see things on a day like
this.

01:49:34.300 --> 01:49:38.580
The mind does funny things when it’s in
a state of extreme emotional distress.

01:49:38.580 --> 01:49:42.150
It was perfectly natural that he’d see strange
things on a day like this.

01:49:42.150 --> 01:49:46.860
But that little girl in the pig mask really
did look real…

01:49:46.860 --> 01:49:48.390
Arriving home is a surreal experience.

01:49:48.390 --> 01:49:53.320
It’s the first time in a long time that
he’s truly felt alone, like a child lost

01:49:53.320 --> 01:49:56.090
in a vast and unfamiliar space.

01:49:56.090 --> 01:49:58.900
Something about it just felt wrong.

01:49:58.900 --> 01:50:02.600
He makes himself a microwave meal and eats
it silently in the kitchen.

01:50:02.600 --> 01:50:04.470
The place is so quiet.

01:50:04.470 --> 01:50:07.380
No panicked yells or cries of pain.

01:50:07.380 --> 01:50:12.260
He sighs and looks out the kitchen window
as he washes the dishes and in the distance,

01:50:12.260 --> 01:50:17.310
he sees another strange sight: A young boy,
twelve years old or so, standing out in the

01:50:17.310 --> 01:50:19.510
cold, dark woods next to his house.

01:50:19.510 --> 01:50:21.310
He’s wearing only swimming trunks.

01:50:21.310 --> 01:50:24.980
Swimming trunks and a worn-looking plastic
mouse mask.

01:50:24.980 --> 01:50:30.120
A rag-doll hangs limply from his thin, pale
arm, just like the one the girl in the graveyard

01:50:30.120 --> 01:50:31.120
was holding.

01:50:31.120 --> 01:50:35.490
The young man’s first instinct is to go
out and help the child - after all, it’s

01:50:35.490 --> 01:50:39.890
a cold night, he could catch his death out
there - but with another blink, the child

01:50:39.890 --> 01:50:41.030
is gone.

01:50:41.030 --> 01:50:43.120
Just trees in the dark.

01:50:43.120 --> 01:50:45.950
He breathes a ragged sigh and takes an aspirin.

01:50:45.950 --> 01:50:49.020
Something must really be wrong with him if
he keeps seeing strange children with animal

01:50:49.020 --> 01:50:50.800
faces out there…

01:50:50.800 --> 01:50:54.680
He trudges upstairs, hoping that maybe he’ll
get some sleep tonight and feel a little better

01:50:54.680 --> 01:50:55.680
in the morning.

01:50:55.680 --> 01:50:59.320
Shadows dart in the corners of his eyes, but
he pays them no mind.

01:50:59.320 --> 01:51:01.930
He can’t trust anything he sees today.

01:51:01.930 --> 01:51:05.910
He pauses for a moment in front of the room
where his mother used to sleep.

01:51:05.910 --> 01:51:09.470
It looks cavernous without her tiny form nestled
in the bed.

01:51:09.470 --> 01:51:13.640
He thinks about how she’d last been in that
same room a little more than a week earlier.

01:51:13.640 --> 01:51:17.900
He sighs, turns off the light, and goes to
bed.

01:51:17.900 --> 01:51:21.130
That night, the young man has strange dreams.

01:51:21.130 --> 01:51:25.990
He feels like a tiny fish at the deepest,
darkest point of the ocean, watching huge,

01:51:25.990 --> 01:51:28.410
black shapes loom and shift around him.

01:51:28.410 --> 01:51:29.650
He’s afraid.

01:51:29.650 --> 01:51:30.770
He feels like he’s being watched.

01:51:30.770 --> 01:51:37.020
The sudden spike of terror jolts him out of
his sleep, and that’s when he sees them.

01:51:37.020 --> 01:51:39.480
The children in the animal masks.

01:51:39.480 --> 01:51:40.590
Seven of them now.

01:51:40.590 --> 01:51:45.900
They stand around his bed, hand in hand, like
they’re playing some kind of game, but in

01:51:45.900 --> 01:51:46.900
dead silence.

01:51:46.900 --> 01:51:49.560
Each one has a rag doll sitting patiently
at their feet.

01:51:49.560 --> 01:51:52.060
Logically, he should be more afraid upon seeing
them.

01:51:52.060 --> 01:51:54.480
It’s the strangest experience of his life.

01:51:54.480 --> 01:52:00.710
And yet, he feels an odd sense of empty calm
settle over him like a warm blanket.

01:52:00.710 --> 01:52:04.000
His eyes close and sleep takes him again.

01:52:04.000 --> 01:52:07.540
When the young man wakes up the next morning,
something doesn’t feel right.

01:52:07.540 --> 01:52:11.590
He’s already dismissed the strange children
with the animal masks and the dolls as a figment

01:52:11.590 --> 01:52:16.770
of his imagination, a half-waking dream, but
what he can’t dismiss is the numbness in

01:52:16.770 --> 01:52:18.050
his fingers and toes.

01:52:18.050 --> 01:52:21.560
It’s like he’d spent all night sleeping
in the cold outside, despite his room being

01:52:21.560 --> 01:52:23.540
perfectly warm.

01:52:23.540 --> 01:52:25.820
Perhaps he’s coming down with something.

01:52:25.820 --> 01:52:28.800
Other strange things start to happen over
the next few days.

01:52:28.800 --> 01:52:33.750
He makes himself a sandwich, and as he bites
into it, he notices he can’t taste a thing.

01:52:33.750 --> 01:52:36.720
Come to think of it, he really can’t smell
that much, either.

01:52:36.720 --> 01:52:37.820
Could this be a cold?

01:52:37.820 --> 01:52:39.230
The flu?

01:52:39.230 --> 01:52:40.230
Something worse?

01:52:40.230 --> 01:52:43.860
Also, he just can’t shake the feeling that
he isn’t alone in the house.

01:52:43.860 --> 01:52:46.850
It’s as if he can feel a presence there
with him.

01:52:46.850 --> 01:52:49.740
And not just one presence, but multiple.

01:52:49.740 --> 01:52:52.580
Could it have something to do with those strange
dreams and hallucinations?

01:52:52.580 --> 01:52:54.530
The children in the masks?

01:52:54.530 --> 01:52:58.180
He suppresses the thoughts, not wanting to
consider their implication.

01:52:58.180 --> 01:53:02.200
He can scarcely dare to ponder what’s worse:
That there really are strange little children

01:53:02.200 --> 01:53:06.810
in masks creeping around his home, making
him sick, or that he’s losing his mind,

01:53:06.810 --> 01:53:07.810
just like his mother?

01:53:07.810 --> 01:53:12.350
He puts it out of his mind, but every so often,
when he happens to glance out of the window,

01:53:12.350 --> 01:53:16.260
he can’t help but see little shapes moving
in the distance.

01:53:16.260 --> 01:53:20.550
When he watches the TV or tries to listen
to music to distract himself, he notices that

01:53:20.550 --> 01:53:23.340
he needs to turn up the volume more than he
ever did before.

01:53:23.340 --> 01:53:25.030
His hearing is getting worse.

01:53:25.030 --> 01:53:26.890
Could this be some kind of sinus thing?

01:53:26.890 --> 01:53:28.580
It’s the only rational explanation.

01:53:28.580 --> 01:53:34.550
But it can be hard to apply a rational explanation
when what’s happening is inherently irrational.

01:53:34.550 --> 01:53:37.690
Several days later, after getting out of bed
in the morning and standing in front of the

01:53:37.690 --> 01:53:41.020
bathroom mirror, the young man notices something
is different.

01:53:41.020 --> 01:53:42.290
It’s his skin.

01:53:42.290 --> 01:53:47.440
It’s a pale, almost creamy color now, like
all the life and vitality has been leached

01:53:47.440 --> 01:53:48.440
out of it.

01:53:48.440 --> 01:53:49.700
But it’s not just that.

01:53:49.700 --> 01:53:52.690
He looks closer at his face in the mirror:
His eyes.

01:53:52.690 --> 01:53:54.560
Have they always looked like that?

01:53:54.560 --> 01:53:57.360
Were they always that shade of dark, murky
brown?

01:53:57.360 --> 01:54:01.420
Maybe it’s his addled mind, but he can swear
something is different.

01:54:01.420 --> 01:54:03.930
Like the ground is shifting underneath his
feet.

01:54:03.930 --> 01:54:08.080
That’s when he notices something in the
corner of the mirror: A little boy with dark

01:54:08.080 --> 01:54:10.730
blue overalls and a grinning cat mask.

01:54:10.730 --> 01:54:13.470
He just stands there.

01:54:13.470 --> 01:54:14.610
Watching.

01:54:14.610 --> 01:54:18.290
The young man turns, hoping to finally see
one of these strange children up close.

01:54:18.290 --> 01:54:21.050
But, of course, there’s nothing there.

01:54:21.050 --> 01:54:23.450
Over the following days, it all gets worse.

01:54:23.450 --> 01:54:27.300
Two weeks since the funeral, and his senses
of taste and smell haven’t returned.

01:54:27.300 --> 01:54:31.790
His hearing gets worse by the day, until he’s
almost entirely deaf.

01:54:31.790 --> 01:54:35.030
The sightings of the children don’t stop,
but they’re harder to make out.

01:54:35.030 --> 01:54:40.660
Over time, his vision starts to blur, and
no matter how hard he rubs his eyes, they

01:54:40.660 --> 01:54:41.660
never clear.

01:54:41.660 --> 01:54:47.290
He stubs his toe, cracking the toenail open
from tip to base, and he doesn’t even notice.

01:54:47.290 --> 01:54:51.190
Little by little, feeling itself is starting
to leave him.

01:54:51.190 --> 01:54:55.190
He doesn’t even notice until the day he
decides to chop some carrots for a soup he’s

01:54:55.190 --> 01:54:58.780
making, hoping in vain that this one might
be the meal he can finally taste.

01:54:58.780 --> 01:55:02.420
But his vision is getting so blurry now, he
can barely--

01:55:02.420 --> 01:55:03.960
The knife cuts into his palm.

01:55:03.960 --> 01:55:08.870
It takes him a second to even register because
there’s no pain and no blood.

01:55:08.870 --> 01:55:12.970
He stares at the clean wound in his palm with
detached fascination, trying to work out the

01:55:12.970 --> 01:55:15.410
shapes in front of him, to make sense of it
all.

01:55:15.410 --> 01:55:18.800
What are those thin, white strands sticking
out of the cut?

01:55:18.800 --> 01:55:23.220
He grabs the edge of the skin - though it
doesn’t look much like skin now, more like

01:55:23.220 --> 01:55:27.030
pale, ragged fabric - and he peels it back.

01:55:27.030 --> 01:55:30.280
No blood, no sinew, no flesh.

01:55:30.280 --> 01:55:32.840
Just puffy, white stuffing underneath.

01:55:32.840 --> 01:55:36.390
He’s in bed and has been for a few days
now.

01:55:36.390 --> 01:55:41.250
He can’t taste, smell, hear, feel, or even
see.

01:55:41.250 --> 01:55:43.160
All he can do is think in the dark.

01:55:43.160 --> 01:55:45.250
He’s confused and afraid.

01:55:45.250 --> 01:55:48.700
He wants his mother, but she’s long gone.

01:55:48.700 --> 01:55:51.820
On the outside, he’s shrinking away, drawing
into himself.

01:55:51.820 --> 01:55:55.190
He can’t move or talk as he gets smaller
and smaller.

01:55:55.190 --> 01:55:59.770
They walk in through the walls, the children
in masks, ready to receive their new toy.

01:55:59.770 --> 01:56:02.080
The young man is nothing more.

01:56:02.080 --> 01:56:07.010
All that’s left is another rag doll with
a pair of brown button eyes laying on the

01:56:07.010 --> 01:56:08.150
bed.

01:56:08.150 --> 01:56:11.420
A little boy in a rabbit mask steps forward
and picks it up.

01:56:11.420 --> 01:56:17.380
He stares at it for a moment before the children
leave and the house is empty once more.

01:56:17.380 --> 01:56:21.310
This is the kind of unpleasant, anomalous
experience you can expect from a close encounter

01:56:21.310 --> 01:56:27.120
with SCP-747, aptly nicknamed “Children
and Dolls.”

01:56:27.120 --> 01:56:32.010
SCP-747 specifically refers to the phenomenon
of these strange, anomalous children wearing

01:56:32.010 --> 01:56:33.050
animal masks.

01:56:33.050 --> 01:56:37.820
Studies have shown that, masks aside, all
of these children are identical to children

01:56:37.820 --> 01:56:42.690
who were proven to have died around the time
that their anomalous counterparts first manifested.

01:56:42.690 --> 01:56:48.180
This leads us to the working theory that the
SCP-747 instances are spectral manifestations

01:56:48.180 --> 01:56:52.440
of the children they once were, twisted somehow
by the unifying force of SCP-747.

01:56:52.440 --> 01:56:58.110
This is a theory supported by several pieces
of unsettling information.

01:56:58.110 --> 01:57:01.880
Agents from the SCP Foundation disguised as
grief counselors conducted interviews with

01:57:01.880 --> 01:57:05.920
the bereaved parents of each of the deceased
children, and through these heart wrenching

01:57:05.920 --> 01:57:09.650
interviews, they were able to discover that
each of the children who’d died had possessed

01:57:09.650 --> 01:57:12.400
a doll that they loved very dearly.

01:57:12.400 --> 01:57:17.051
So much so that the dolls were each buried
with them, because, on some level, the thought

01:57:17.051 --> 01:57:20.780
of separating them from this last comfort
of the mortal world was too painful for the

01:57:20.780 --> 01:57:22.430
parents to bear.

01:57:22.430 --> 01:57:27.280
Given the preoccupation with dolls exhibited
by SCP-747 instances, the Foundation found

01:57:27.280 --> 01:57:29.810
these facts to be highly illuminating.

01:57:29.810 --> 01:57:35.710
The physicality of SCP-747 instances - or
rather, the lack thereof - also points towards

01:57:35.710 --> 01:57:38.980
the theory of them being powerful spectral
manifestations.

01:57:38.980 --> 01:57:43.110
They are able to phase through solid surfaces
of up to ten centimeters in thickness and

01:57:43.110 --> 01:57:47.780
can sometimes have difficulty in holding solid
objects due to their partially-solid nature.

01:57:47.780 --> 01:57:52.650
They live mysterious and lonely lives on a
plane of reality adjacent to our own and they

01:57:52.650 --> 01:57:56.980
have never been seen to speak, though it’s
likely that they do have some form of communication

01:57:56.980 --> 01:57:58.900
with one another.

01:57:58.900 --> 01:58:03.400
Outside of individuals they’re directly
targeting, the SCP-747 children show little

01:58:03.400 --> 01:58:06.500
interest in other non-anomalous humans.

01:58:06.500 --> 01:58:10.460
They mainly seem to occupy themselves with
their dolls and with each other.

01:58:10.460 --> 01:58:14.400
It is unknown to what extent the children
are truly sentient, but they do appear to

01:58:14.400 --> 01:58:19.020
have some form of self-comprehension, manifesting
in an awareness of the space they take up

01:58:19.020 --> 01:58:22.990
and their surroundings, which keeps them from
bumping into things as they walk.

01:58:22.990 --> 01:58:27.570
But of course, their spectrality is hardly
the most unsettling or eye-catching feature

01:58:27.570 --> 01:58:28.570
of SCP-747.

01:58:28.570 --> 01:58:36.060
No, the real danger of SCP-747 is s the fact
they’re able to turn human beings into dolls,

01:58:36.060 --> 01:58:41.280
a process which takes a matter of seconds
to instill but 21 torturous days to finally

01:58:41.280 --> 01:58:42.840
take effect.

01:58:42.840 --> 01:58:47.500
In order to begin this process, the children
will select a human that intrigues them.

01:58:47.500 --> 01:58:50.340
Perhaps one that would fit in nicely with
their collection.

01:58:50.340 --> 01:58:55.120
The Foundation isn’t currently aware whether
there are any fixed criteria for victim selection,

01:58:55.120 --> 01:58:58.970
or if it’s just a matter of wrong place
at the wrong time.

01:58:58.970 --> 01:59:02.960
When the time is right and their selection
is secure, they’ll lock hands and form a

01:59:02.960 --> 01:59:06.820
ring around the human in question for five
to seven seconds.

01:59:06.820 --> 01:59:08.830
This is all it takes.

01:59:08.830 --> 01:59:14.230
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven seconds.

01:59:14.230 --> 01:59:18.170
And you’re already at the point of no return.

01:59:18.170 --> 01:59:22.430
After completing this brief ritual, the children
will go their separate ways, and the process

01:59:22.430 --> 01:59:24.420
will begin to take hold.

01:59:24.420 --> 01:59:30.760
This is why it’s so imperative for the SCP
Foundation to keep a lid on SCP-747’s activities.

01:59:30.760 --> 01:59:34.860
While there’s no cure for the process once
the ritual is done, it is possible to prevent

01:59:34.860 --> 01:59:38.970
the ritual from being completed in the first
place by escaping the circle and leaving the

01:59:38.970 --> 01:59:40.940
SCP-747 children.

01:59:40.940 --> 01:59:45.490
However, they have cognitohazardous measures
against this, with many victims reporting

01:59:45.490 --> 01:59:48.930
a sense of blankness or thoughtlessness while
within the circle.

01:59:48.930 --> 01:59:53.230
They induce a placid state of mind to prevent
resistance from the horrible fate they’re

01:59:53.230 --> 01:59:54.230
bestowing.

01:59:54.230 --> 01:59:57.170
The transformation doesn’t incur any immediate
symptoms.

01:59:57.170 --> 02:00:01.290
However, after fifteen minutes or so, the
victim will begin to experience numbness in

02:00:01.290 --> 02:00:06.720
the extremities, much like the kind caused
by cold weather or poor blood circulation.

02:00:06.720 --> 02:00:10.560
Symptoms will gradually worsen over the next
21 days, though if the victim enters a state

02:00:10.560 --> 02:00:14.620
of chronic stress or anxiety, this process
could potentially shorten to as little as

02:00:14.620 --> 02:00:15.620
ten days.

02:00:15.620 --> 02:00:20.440
The conversion can often be neatly divided
into three distinct stages.

02:00:20.440 --> 02:00:23.300
Stage 1: Loss of Minor Senses

02:00:23.300 --> 02:00:27.470
The most frightening aspect of this initial
stage of transformation is the fact that many

02:00:27.470 --> 02:00:31.780
of its symptoms could easily be written off
as that of more common minor ailments.

02:00:31.780 --> 02:00:36.530
The senses of smell, taste, and hearing will
begin to dampen and then disappear entirely,

02:00:36.530 --> 02:00:39.370
in what may at first seem like a severe cold.

02:00:39.370 --> 02:00:42.840
The victim may express a sense of distress
at their condition at this stage but will

02:00:42.840 --> 02:00:45.520
remain largely mentally stable.

02:00:45.520 --> 02:00:49.590
Any deviations from that expectation into
more extreme mental instability should be

02:00:49.590 --> 02:00:52.770
taken as a sign of an accelerated transformation
rate.

02:00:52.770 --> 02:00:57.430
However, towards the end of stage one, a more
pronounced change will start to take hold:

02:00:57.430 --> 02:01:01.530
The victim will notice a slow shift of their
eye color and skin tone to reflect the colors

02:01:01.530 --> 02:01:02.530
of the doll.

02:01:02.530 --> 02:01:05.290
Though this is only the beginning.

02:01:05.290 --> 02:01:07.900
Stage 2: Loss of Major Senses

02:01:07.900 --> 02:01:12.570
Over the next thirteen days, the victims will
begin to lose their senses of sight and touch,

02:01:12.570 --> 02:01:15.250
resulting in extreme mental instability and
stress.

02:01:15.250 --> 02:01:19.290
The victims may attempt to perform gruesome
experiments on themselves, trying to rediscover

02:01:19.290 --> 02:01:23.840
feelings in their body, only to become more
unstable upon realizing that these senses

02:01:23.840 --> 02:01:26.020
are gone for good.

02:01:26.020 --> 02:01:30.760
At this stage, the frightening, anomalous
physical changes will become even more pronounced.

02:01:30.760 --> 02:01:34.810
The skin of the victim will take on a rough,
ragged quality as it transforms from normal

02:01:34.810 --> 02:01:37.460
skin to a variety of fabrics.

02:01:37.460 --> 02:01:41.980
The internal organs are also slowly transformed
into a patchwork of synthetic stuffings and

02:01:41.980 --> 02:01:45.030
even the victim’s eyes will start to harden
into buttons.

02:01:45.030 --> 02:01:49.920
However, the victim will remain alive throughout
this entire grim process, even as their autonomy

02:01:49.920 --> 02:01:53.060
over their own body rapidly fades away.

02:01:53.060 --> 02:01:56.180
Stage 3: Full Transformation

02:01:56.180 --> 02:02:00.320
Within twenty-four hours of entering stage
three, the victim is fully and irreparably

02:02:00.320 --> 02:02:02.060
turned into a doll.

02:02:02.060 --> 02:02:06.760
The SCP-747 children will treat this doll
just like they treat any others and if ever

02:02:06.760 --> 02:02:12.260
a doll created by the influence of SCP-747
is destroyed, they will show greater interest

02:02:12.260 --> 02:02:16.710
in humans once again, until a new target for
conversion is selected.

02:02:16.710 --> 02:02:22.470
The SCP Foundation currently has seven SCP-747
specimens in containment.

02:02:22.470 --> 02:02:28.290
SCP-747-01 is an approximately seven-year-old
male wearing a set of blue pyjamas and a zebra

02:02:28.290 --> 02:02:29.790
mask.

02:02:29.790 --> 02:02:36.370
SCP-747-02 is an approximately twelve-year-old
male wearing swimming trunks and a mouse mask.

02:02:36.370 --> 02:02:41.460
SCP-747-03 is an approximately ten-year-old
female wearing a uniform typical of an expensive

02:02:41.460 --> 02:02:43.460
private school and a pig mask.

02:02:43.460 --> 02:02:51.520
SCP-747-04 is a male is an approximately fourteen-year-old
male wearing a winter coat and a rabbit mask.

02:02:51.520 --> 02:02:57.030
SCP-747-05 is an approximately twelve-year-old
female wearing a striped sari and a giraffe

02:02:57.030 --> 02:02:58.440
mask.

02:02:58.440 --> 02:03:04.020
SCP-747-06 is an approximately five-year-old
girl with a bright pink dress typical of a

02:03:04.020 --> 02:03:06.210
beauty pageant contestant and a goat mask.

02:03:06.210 --> 02:03:12.190
And finally, SCP-747-07 is an approximately
nine-year-old male wearing blue overalls and

02:03:12.190 --> 02:03:13.730
a cat mask.

02:03:13.730 --> 02:03:18.260
Interestingly, he was also found with a physical
note, containing a short story about a mother

02:03:18.260 --> 02:03:20.810
searching for her child in the afterlife.

02:03:20.810 --> 02:03:26.460
Interestingly, the mother of this particular
entity - before becoming an SCP-747 instance

02:03:26.460 --> 02:03:29.220
- is believed to have died in childbirth.

02:03:29.220 --> 02:03:34.550
All of the SCP-747 instances that the Foundation
has in containment are kept in a single containment

02:03:34.550 --> 02:03:39.390
chamber, thirty meters by ten meters in size,
with concrete walls at least fifteen centimeters

02:03:39.390 --> 02:03:42.560
thick to prevent the children from phasing
through them.

02:03:42.560 --> 02:03:47.030
It is mandatory that any unusual behaviors
by the children are reported to a superior

02:03:47.030 --> 02:03:48.030
immediately.

02:03:48.030 --> 02:03:51.260
If the children seem to take an interest in
any members of the staff that research, guard,

02:03:51.260 --> 02:03:55.450
or attend to them, that member of personnel
must be transferred to a different project

02:03:55.450 --> 02:03:57.220
immediately.

02:03:57.220 --> 02:04:01.840
The children are allowed a total of 25 dolls
to keep them placated, excluding ones created

02:04:01.840 --> 02:04:06.290
by their anomalous influence and the SCP Foundation
only permits their dolls to be temporarily

02:04:06.290 --> 02:04:09.820
removed from the containment chamber for examination
and repair.

02:04:09.820 --> 02:04:15.420
Any staff members who begin to show the previously-described
symptoms of anomalous SCP-747 influence are

02:04:15.420 --> 02:04:18.310
to be quarantined and contained separately.

02:04:18.310 --> 02:04:23.800
Task Force 747-B8 remains on call in the event
of a containment breach, to handle tracking,

02:04:23.800 --> 02:04:25.980
capture, and containment.

02:04:25.980 --> 02:04:31.100
Due to the incredibly volatile and dangerous
nature of interfacing with SCP-747, Level

02:04:31.100 --> 02:04:35.500
3 staff and above are only able to come into
contact with them if the situation absolutely

02:04:35.500 --> 02:04:37.390
demands it.

02:04:37.390 --> 02:04:42.310
SCP-747 has been given the containment object
class Euclid, due to their phasing abilities

02:04:42.310 --> 02:04:43.820
and unpredictable nature.

02:04:43.820 --> 02:04:48.620
After all, who could ever really know what’s
going on behind those masks?

02:04:48.620 --> 02:04:54.790
But there’s one more detail about SCP-747,
that is perhaps the most frightening of all.

02:04:54.790 --> 02:05:00.170
There is evidence that suggests that the victims
who have been turned into SCP-747 dolls may

02:05:00.170 --> 02:05:01.740
not actually be dead.

02:05:01.740 --> 02:05:07.070
In fact, they may still remain conscious,
cut off from all their senses, slowly descending

02:05:07.070 --> 02:05:09.510
further into madness.

02:05:09.510 --> 02:05:15.400
Now go and watch another entry from the files
of Dr. Bob, like SCP-4666 The Yule Man, for

02:05:15.400 --> 02:05:19.340
more eerie anomalous dolls that used to be
a lot more active.

02:05:19.340 --> 02:05:23.550
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so you don’t miss a single anomaly, as we

02:05:23.550 --> 02:05:26.420
delve further and further into the SCP Foundation’s
classified archives.

02:05:26.420 --> 02:05:32.710
A woman wakes up on a bright, sunny morning
in Midland, Texas.

02:05:32.710 --> 02:05:36.990
It’s her day off, and she decides she’s
going to use the time to take care of all

02:05:36.990 --> 02:05:40.280
the lingering errands she’d been putting
off for far too long.

02:05:40.280 --> 02:05:45.090
She gets dressed, washes her hair, and prepares
to pour herself a nice bowl of cereal.

02:05:45.090 --> 02:05:47.870
But when she opens the refrigerator she finds…

02:05:47.870 --> 02:05:49.040
there’s no milk.

02:05:49.040 --> 02:05:52.060
She’ll need to see to that immediately.

02:05:52.060 --> 02:05:55.040
She steps out of her front door and notices
a paper on her doormat.

02:05:55.040 --> 02:06:00.150
She bends down to pick up the pamphlet which
advertises a new supermarket opening in town,

02:06:00.150 --> 02:06:02.910
and what do you know, there’s a coupon for
milk attached.

02:06:02.910 --> 02:06:04.530
What a stroke of good luck!

02:06:04.530 --> 02:06:08.220
The woman makes her way into town, eager to
check out the new grocery store.

02:06:08.220 --> 02:06:12.710
She parks her car, and approaches the building,
when suddenly a stranger is standing right

02:06:12.710 --> 02:06:16.100
in front of her - carrying a plate of what
appear to be free samples.

02:06:16.100 --> 02:06:20.001
He’s dressed like a supermarket employee,
but he’s built like a soldier, complete

02:06:20.001 --> 02:06:22.070
with a military crew cut.

02:06:22.070 --> 02:06:25.860
He smiles and tells her that he actually works
for a rival store and points at a building

02:06:25.860 --> 02:06:27.350
across the street.

02:06:27.350 --> 02:06:31.730
He’s positive that whatever she thinks she
can get at this store, she can instead get

02:06:31.730 --> 02:06:35.320
at the one across the street for a lower cost
and higher quality.

02:06:35.320 --> 02:06:39.900
She can’t help but notice the almost unsettling
desperation in the salesman’s face.

02:06:39.900 --> 02:06:43.190
Something about his spiel makes her feel like
she’s in danger.

02:06:43.190 --> 02:06:47.170
She politely declines his offer but he continues
pitching deals and bargains at her as she

02:06:47.170 --> 02:06:49.960
makes her way into the safety of the new supermarket.

02:06:49.960 --> 02:06:55.280
The clean tiles below and the buzzing fluorescent
lights above seem so familiar, yet also strangely

02:06:55.280 --> 02:06:56.960
alien to her.

02:06:56.960 --> 02:06:59.040
Something about this place is just…

02:06:59.040 --> 02:07:00.050
Wrong.

02:07:00.050 --> 02:07:04.300
But she needs the milk, so she walks down
the aisles, deeper into the store.

02:07:04.300 --> 02:07:06.950
She hears strange noises and looks over her
shoulder.

02:07:06.950 --> 02:07:09.670
Was the bread aisle always behind her?

02:07:09.670 --> 02:07:12.450
She could have sworn she just came out of
the meat and fish section.

02:07:12.450 --> 02:07:15.430
Where do they even keep the milk in this place?

02:07:15.430 --> 02:07:18.650
Every so often, there’s a strange noise
somewhere in the store around her.

02:07:18.650 --> 02:07:22.290
It sounds almost like footsteps, but not quite.

02:07:22.290 --> 02:07:24.900
More like claws tapping on the tiles.

02:07:24.900 --> 02:07:26.570
Is she alone in here?

02:07:26.570 --> 02:07:29.950
Come to think of it, she can’t quite remember
seeing anyone else since she came in.

02:07:29.950 --> 02:07:34.840
There’s something so profoundly off about
this place, but she just can’t put her finger

02:07:34.840 --> 02:07:35.840
on what.

02:07:35.840 --> 02:07:39.950
She takes a step forward, and suddenly, the
floor gives way beneath her.

02:07:39.950 --> 02:07:44.380
The tiles separate with the whirr of mechanized
gears, as a trap door opens up.

02:07:44.380 --> 02:07:47.590
In an instant, she’s tumbling down into
darkness.

02:07:47.590 --> 02:07:51.920
As she falls she can see the white light beaming
in from above illuminate the edge of something

02:07:51.920 --> 02:07:54.010
metal and razor sharp.

02:07:54.010 --> 02:07:58.100
In the store above, the sound of a scream
can be heard, then the soft squish of metal

02:07:58.100 --> 02:08:03.170
piercing flesh followed by the gurgle of blood,
and then the trap door closes.

02:08:03.170 --> 02:08:08.280
A tinny voice over the PA system comes on
and says, “Clean up on aisle six.”

02:08:08.280 --> 02:08:11.240
The woman is never seen again after that.

02:08:11.240 --> 02:08:15.630
What superficially appears to be an independent
supermarket in Midland, Texas, actually contains

02:08:15.630 --> 02:08:20.790
a number of strange and often deadly paranormal
secrets, and that doesn’t even stop it from

02:08:20.790 --> 02:08:23.560
being a successful and popular supermarket.

02:08:23.560 --> 02:08:24.870
But the weirdest part of all?

02:08:24.870 --> 02:08:28.630
It’s all perfectly legal, thank you very
much.

02:08:28.630 --> 02:08:33.650
Welcome to Yeah, We're Totally Going to Sell
You This - Or, as it’s known to the SCP

02:08:33.650 --> 02:08:36.430
Foundation, SCP-4703.

02:08:36.430 --> 02:08:41.990
The primary anomalous effects surrounding
SCP-4703 affect not its customers, but the

02:08:41.990 --> 02:08:45.050
very legality of its own existence and operations.

02:08:45.050 --> 02:08:50.470
The anomalies shift laws to make everything
that goes on inside legal, no matter how unethical

02:08:50.470 --> 02:08:51.850
or dangerous.

02:08:51.850 --> 02:08:56.320
It also often reshapes laws to protect its
own interests from outsiders, and anyone who

02:08:56.320 --> 02:09:00.990
breaks these laws may experience spontaneous
attacks from violent animals, the most common

02:09:00.990 --> 02:09:03.570
of which are vicious lions.

02:09:03.570 --> 02:09:07.870
Here are a handful of the unethical and dangerous
- yet perfectly legal, thank you very much

02:09:07.870 --> 02:09:12.620
- things that go on within the confines of
SCP-4703.

02:09:12.620 --> 02:09:16.570
The stacks of shelves are mounted on powerful
pneumatic actuators that seem to shift and

02:09:16.570 --> 02:09:18.380
spin of their own accord.

02:09:18.380 --> 02:09:22.830
While this has the intention of keeping the
store varied and stopping customers from leaving,

02:09:22.830 --> 02:09:26.380
it more often causes serious injury with its
sudden movements.

02:09:26.380 --> 02:09:30.700
Occasionally, these sets of shelves will collide,
crushing whatever is stuck between them.

02:09:30.700 --> 02:09:35.280
If a child becomes lost or separated from
their parents while they’re inside the store,

02:09:35.280 --> 02:09:39.840
the child is forcibly detained, and the parent
or parents can only get their child back by

02:09:39.840 --> 02:09:46.020
either paying an upfront cost of $47.67 in
cash or submitting to having their eyebrows

02:09:46.020 --> 02:09:48.980
permanently removed with laser follicle surgery.

02:09:48.980 --> 02:09:53.530
There are also several dozen hidden trapdoor
mechanisms beneath the floor in various parts

02:09:53.530 --> 02:09:58.090
of the building, each one triggered by some
strange and arbitrary condition, such as saying

02:09:58.090 --> 02:10:02.030
the word Wednesday, or by not saying the word
Wednesday.

02:10:02.030 --> 02:10:06.970
The triggers are updated each day and displayed
on the store’s website in several dead languages,

02:10:06.970 --> 02:10:10.490
including Latin, Koine Greek, Phoenician,
and Punic.

02:10:10.490 --> 02:10:15.190
Each of these trap doors drops into deep shafts
filled with some kind of hazard, such as spikes,

02:10:15.190 --> 02:10:17.530
glitter, or poisonous snakes.

02:10:17.530 --> 02:10:20.180
Yes, that’s poisonous, not venomous.

02:10:20.180 --> 02:10:24.290
The snakes are only dangerous when eaten,
but victims have reported that they seem incredibly

02:10:24.290 --> 02:10:27.540
appealing which makes resisting them rather
difficult.

02:10:27.540 --> 02:10:31.900
A section on the far side of the store is
marked “Starving for SAVINGS???”

02:10:31.900 --> 02:10:36.780
and “Discounts ad bestias!!!”, where all
the products are fenced off and also marked

02:10:36.780 --> 02:10:38.970
down by 70% or more.

02:10:38.970 --> 02:10:43.770
However, the products are guarded by no less
than fifteen hungry lions.

02:10:43.770 --> 02:10:48.220
Store-branded fishing rods, telescopic grabbing
mechanisms, and drones are available to rent

02:10:48.220 --> 02:10:52.580
for the explicit purpose of retrieving items
remotely, although this will result in far

02:10:52.580 --> 02:10:57.270
higher costs, so you will have to brave the
lions in order to attain those incredible

02:10:57.270 --> 02:10:58.270
deals.

02:10:58.270 --> 02:11:02.440
There’s also a roughly five percent chance
that, after checkout, your cashier will ask

02:11:02.440 --> 02:11:04.060
you to kiss them on the lips.

02:11:04.060 --> 02:11:07.910
If you refuse, they’ll burn your purchases
in front of you, and you won’t receive a

02:11:07.910 --> 02:11:08.910
refund.

02:11:08.910 --> 02:11:12.740
If you do kiss them, there’s a one in three
chance that the cashier will have an anomalous

02:11:12.740 --> 02:11:16.660
toxin on their lips that will cause you to
drop dead instantly.

02:11:16.660 --> 02:11:21.370
And every day, at an arbitrary time between
the hours of 3 PM and closing time, the lions

02:11:21.370 --> 02:11:25.580
will be released from the discount section
to roam the store, and only two checkout lines

02:11:25.580 --> 02:11:26.830
will remain open.

02:11:26.830 --> 02:11:31.620
All items will be free during this period
but they must be scanned one by one.

02:11:31.620 --> 02:11:37.240
The SCP Foundation is currently exploring
links between SCP-4703 and two other anomalies

02:11:37.240 --> 02:11:44.630
like SCP-2030 and SCP-1459, the former being
the cursed hidden camera show Laugh Is Fun

02:11:44.630 --> 02:11:48.040
and the latter being a nightmarish vending
machine that murders puppies and dispenses

02:11:48.040 --> 02:11:50.670
a variety of cookies in exchange.

02:11:50.670 --> 02:11:55.340
So then if it is so dangerous, why doesn’t
the SCP Foundation simply block access to

02:11:55.340 --> 02:11:57.150
Yeah, We're Totally Going to Sell You This?

02:11:57.150 --> 02:12:03.120
Unfortunately,, thanks to the anomalous legal
effect created by SCP-4703, the Foundation

02:12:03.120 --> 02:12:05.820
can’t just storm in or physically contain
the building.

02:12:05.820 --> 02:12:11.470
So instead they attempt to divert as many
customers away from 4703 as possible.

02:12:11.470 --> 02:12:15.850
To do this, the Foundation has started a rival
supermarket across the street, named Super

02:12:15.850 --> 02:12:17.570
Competitive Prices LLC.

02:12:17.570 --> 02:12:24.360
Sheldon M. Katz, esquire, is an SCP Foundation
Lawyer and Bureauromancer - a thaumatologist

02:12:24.360 --> 02:12:28.750
skilled in the art of interfacing with anomalously
bureaucratic SCPs, and he is spearheading

02:12:28.750 --> 02:12:33.460
the Foundation Legal Team’s efforts into
combatting SCP-4703.

02:12:33.460 --> 02:12:39.360
Untangling the complex web of legality around
SCP-4703 is a full-time job, after all, and

02:12:39.360 --> 02:12:43.630
in the following memo, Mr. Katz did all he
could to articulate the sheer enormity of

02:12:43.630 --> 02:12:47.550
the problem they’re dealing with.

02:12:47.550 --> 02:12:48.550
He writes:

02:12:48.550 --> 02:12:51.870
“Counteraction of SCP-4703’s legal anomalies
is a top-level priority for our department,

02:12:51.870 --> 02:12:55.570
and we are making every effort to resolve
the matter in a way which minimizes loss of

02:12:55.570 --> 02:12:57.150
life and economic detriment.

02:12:57.150 --> 02:13:02.940
We have received a significant number of inquiries
regarding the mechanism of SCP-4703's indisputable

02:13:02.940 --> 02:13:07.000
legality; unfortunately, there are no easy
answers.

02:13:07.000 --> 02:13:08.140
Law is a human concept.

02:13:08.140 --> 02:13:11.030
It exists on paper because we write it down.

02:13:11.030 --> 02:13:13.570
It exists in practice because we enforce it.

02:13:13.570 --> 02:13:17.930
Generally we interpret and exercise the law
through the scrutiny of semantics, intent,

02:13:17.930 --> 02:13:24.500
and precedent, yet bureaucratohazards such
as SCP-4703 are not necessarily predicated

02:13:24.500 --> 02:13:29.700
on such things—in fact, the law as most
know it has very little to do with the matter.

02:13:29.700 --> 02:13:34.320
While it's not a perfect comparison, one could
say that baseline law is to anomalous law

02:13:34.320 --> 02:13:41.280
as arithmetic is to algebra: both are recognized
as mathematics, but the latter is more abstract.

02:13:41.280 --> 02:13:43.860
Imagine that Timmy and Sally each have two
apples.

02:13:43.860 --> 02:13:47.370
If Timmy gives Sally his apples, then Sally
should end up with four.

02:13:47.370 --> 02:13:48.370
But she doesn't.

02:13:48.370 --> 02:13:49.610
She has ten.

02:13:49.610 --> 02:13:50.990
How can this be?

02:13:50.990 --> 02:13:55.520
Sally recounts the apples and reenacts the
scenario over and over, but there is no mistake.

02:13:55.520 --> 02:13:57.380
Two and two make ten.

02:13:57.380 --> 02:13:59.180
It is an incontrovertible fact.

02:13:59.180 --> 02:14:03.430
You see, even if anomalies are irrational,
they are factual, and it is essential that

02:14:03.430 --> 02:14:07.300
one accept this if they wish to develop a
countervailing methodology.

02:14:07.300 --> 02:14:11.530
Once Sally accepts that her four apples have
become ten, she reevaluates her radix and

02:14:11.530 --> 02:14:13.810
decides to recount the apples in base four.

02:14:13.810 --> 02:14:17.000
Suddenly, the "ten" apples are "10" apples.

02:14:17.000 --> 02:14:21.000
"10" is four in base four, which is the appropriate
number of apples.

02:14:21.000 --> 02:14:22.000
Eureka!

02:14:22.000 --> 02:14:26.630
Sally collects another four apples, bringing
the total to "twenty", which is "20", which

02:14:26.630 --> 02:14:31.090
is eight, which confirms that her new paradigm
aligns with the abnormality.

02:14:31.090 --> 02:14:35.240
Form follows function according to the function
of the form, and at last, everything makes

02:14:35.240 --> 02:14:36.240
sense.

02:14:36.240 --> 02:14:37.470
Except none of it does, really.

02:14:37.470 --> 02:14:40.820
A well-behaved reality oughtn't conflate the
concrete with the abstract.

02:14:40.820 --> 02:14:45.550
If you initially perceived a countable sum
of ten apples in base ten, then the equivalent

02:14:45.550 --> 02:14:49.780
number of apples in base four should be twenty-two,
since it stands to reason that changing your

02:14:49.780 --> 02:14:53.760
subjective view of an outcome oughtn't alter
the physical materials in the equation.

02:14:53.760 --> 02:14:58.660
However, we live in a very naughty reality
which may, on a whim, allow a young girl to

02:14:58.660 --> 02:15:02.010
wield apples unbeholden to thermodynamics.

02:15:02.010 --> 02:15:06.550
This explanation is inadequate, of course,
but hopefully it goes a small way toward helping

02:15:06.550 --> 02:15:10.600
you understand why the legal department is
currently occupied with a comprehensive redrafting

02:15:10.600 --> 02:15:14.200
of Texas corporate law in a quaternary semiological
system.

02:15:14.200 --> 02:15:18.740
This in itself would be an exceptional feat
even for the most skilled of bureaucromancers,

02:15:18.740 --> 02:15:22.660
and it is further compounded by the necessary
incorporation of contingency clauses against

02:15:22.660 --> 02:15:27.160
the self-aware fact patterns that keep legitimizing
rabid lions into existence inside my goddamned

02:15:27.160 --> 02:15:28.570
bathroom.

02:15:28.570 --> 02:15:32.900
We are grateful to you, our valued colleagues,
for your patience and cooperation as we work

02:15:32.900 --> 02:15:35.110
together toward a solution.”

02:15:35.110 --> 02:15:40.560
The Foundation is currently conducting a three-pronged
attack against the forces of SCP-4703, the

02:15:40.560 --> 02:15:45.240
first being the Super Competitive Prices LLC
competitive store, the second is the tireless

02:15:45.240 --> 02:15:50.840
efforts of Mr. Katz and his team against the
trifling legal issues of SCP-4703, and the

02:15:50.840 --> 02:15:53.520
third is outright infiltration and espionage.

02:15:53.520 --> 02:15:57.520
Of course, when you’re going behind enemy
lines, it’s crucial that the proper operative

02:15:57.520 --> 02:15:59.590
is selected for the job.

02:15:59.590 --> 02:16:03.780
It can’t just be anyone, dropped into a
high-pressure situation like this.

02:16:03.780 --> 02:16:09.180
Especially considering the rapidly evolving
nature of SCP-4703’s conditions, the SCP

02:16:09.180 --> 02:16:12.650
Foundation was more than aware that they might
only get one shot at getting one of their

02:16:12.650 --> 02:16:14.990
own in and out of the building.

02:16:14.990 --> 02:16:21.380
For this task they selected Field Agent Felicity
Blandina, code name: Karen of Justice.

02:16:21.380 --> 02:16:24.340
Blandina was uniquely qualified for a job
like this.

02:16:24.340 --> 02:16:29.070
In personality tests conducted on all Foundation
agents to test loyalty, they consistently

02:16:29.070 --> 02:16:34.059
found Blandina to be one of the most obtuse
and shameless agents on the Foundation payroll.

02:16:34.059 --> 02:16:37.760
During group lunches with other staff members,
she has been reported numerous times sending

02:16:37.760 --> 02:16:41.389
meals back to the kitchen when she felt they
were unsatisfactory.

02:16:41.389 --> 02:16:45.760
And Foundation cyber-analysts have detected
multiple posts on various social media networks

02:16:45.760 --> 02:16:50.200
made by her, directly tagging and criticizing
brands that provided products or services

02:16:50.200 --> 02:16:52.670
she perceived as being sub-par.

02:16:52.670 --> 02:16:56.630
While these qualities made her a terror to
the customer service staff in her local area,

02:16:56.630 --> 02:17:02.960
they made her the ideal candidate for bypassing
the bureaucratic stronghold of SCP-4703.

02:17:02.960 --> 02:17:07.250
If anyone could do it, it would be Field Agent
Felicity Blandina.

02:17:07.250 --> 02:17:11.409
She was sent into the building with an expired
coupon under the pretense of being an unhappy

02:17:11.409 --> 02:17:12.409
customer.

02:17:12.409 --> 02:17:15.859
She spoke to a sales assistant inside the
store named Daniel Paulson, who explained

02:17:15.859 --> 02:17:19.189
to her that her coupon was denied because
it was only applicable when the recipient

02:17:19.189 --> 02:17:24.539
submitted to ritual castration performed by
the SCP-4703 staff.

02:17:24.539 --> 02:17:28.579
Seeing as Agent Blandina didn’t have the
necessary equipment to undergo such a procedure,

02:17:28.579 --> 02:17:32.429
Paulson generously offered to provide her
with a free surgery to have the proper parts

02:17:32.429 --> 02:17:36.569
attached, though finding a suitable donor
would likely take several months.

02:17:36.569 --> 02:17:40.399
Agent Blandina, following her well-trained
Foundation directives, could not be assuaged

02:17:40.399 --> 02:17:41.399
by the bargain.

02:17:41.399 --> 02:17:45.649
Instead, she pressed on, first guilt-tripping
him with sob stories about her children, then

02:17:45.649 --> 02:17:50.619
her lifelong struggles with astigmatism, and
even threatening Paulson with physical violence.

02:17:50.619 --> 02:17:56.439
Eventually, she delivered the true coup de
grace: Demanding to speak to the manager.

02:17:56.439 --> 02:18:00.090
Showing clear reluctance, Paulson agreed,
and led Agent Blandina to a door near the

02:18:00.090 --> 02:18:01.109
front of the store.

02:18:01.109 --> 02:18:05.239
It opened up into an unlit staircase that
descended into the darkness below.

02:18:05.239 --> 02:18:08.809
At the bottom, they found a break room that
appeared similar to a bunkhouse in a Prisoner

02:18:08.809 --> 02:18:13.840
of War camp, containing hammock after hammock,
filled with uncomfortable, sleeping employees.

02:18:13.840 --> 02:18:18.250
Paulson informed Agent Blandina that some
of the people who work at the store were once

02:18:18.250 --> 02:18:22.019
normal civilians who’d been exploited with
a number of legal loopholes, and now lived

02:18:22.019 --> 02:18:23.920
inside the store full time.

02:18:23.920 --> 02:18:28.119
Some, for example, had stayed in past closing
time, which had resulted in them becoming

02:18:28.119 --> 02:18:30.840
store property for a minimum of a year.

02:18:30.840 --> 02:18:35.719
Paulson himself had entered a raffle for an
abs transplant and instead won servitude at

02:18:35.719 --> 02:18:40.789
SCP-4703, which he couldn’t legally turn
down thanks to the powerful anomalous laws

02:18:40.789 --> 02:18:41.819
of the store.

02:18:41.819 --> 02:18:46.319
As Paulson and Agent Blandina ventured deeper
into the bowels of the staff area, they passed

02:18:46.319 --> 02:18:51.330
eleven unmarked doors, before finally stopping
in front of the twelfth and last one.

02:18:51.330 --> 02:18:55.650
She opened the door and discovered shelves
and stacked boxes within.

02:18:55.650 --> 02:18:59.569
Agent Blandina expressed incredulity at the
idea that the store’s manager would be kept

02:18:59.569 --> 02:19:04.050
inside of a supply closet in the basement,
but Paulson insisted that this was indeed

02:19:04.050 --> 02:19:08.990
the manager’s office, and as he did he pulled
a string connected to the ceiling.

02:19:08.990 --> 02:19:13.029
This caused a wall of boxes to split down
the middle like a secret doorway, revealing

02:19:13.029 --> 02:19:17.479
a large executive chair, facing the wall on
the other side of the room.

02:19:17.479 --> 02:19:21.469
Still maintaining the cover story that she
just wanted a discount, Agent Blandina pressed

02:19:21.469 --> 02:19:23.189
on and approached the chair.

02:19:23.189 --> 02:19:26.609
She spun it around to get a better look at
the manager and found herself standing in

02:19:26.609 --> 02:19:31.010
front of a dessicated corpse, with no eyes
and all of his teeth pulled out, his mouth

02:19:31.010 --> 02:19:34.279
wrenched open in a permanent, silent scream
of terror.

02:19:34.279 --> 02:19:40.099
Paulson identified this man as Mr. Venatio
Haruspice, the manager of SCP-4703.

02:19:40.099 --> 02:19:45.199
Paulson would have told Agent Blandina that
his boss was a corpse earlier, but to do so

02:19:45.199 --> 02:19:47.319
was against their rules.

02:19:47.319 --> 02:19:50.949
Agent Blandina sighed and grumbled, “I feel
like I should have expected this.”

02:19:50.949 --> 02:19:54.989
Paulson assured Agent Blandina that she could
still make her complaint, though, and the

02:19:54.989 --> 02:19:57.100
Owner of the store would eventually hear it.

02:19:57.100 --> 02:20:02.109
As Paulson understood it, the body known as
the Manager acted almost like a kind of telephone,

02:20:02.109 --> 02:20:04.340
sending messages through to the Owner.

02:20:04.340 --> 02:20:08.279
The Owner would then reply through faxed messages
hidden inside the cereal boxes that acted

02:20:08.279 --> 02:20:11.120
as the only food source of the staff trapped
within.

02:20:11.120 --> 02:20:15.609
This Kafkaesque nightmare just kept getting
worse and worse, but Agent Blandina refused

02:20:15.609 --> 02:20:17.750
to give up that easily.

02:20:17.750 --> 02:20:21.760
Agent Blandina asked him to explain the exact
nature of the manager’s condition to him.

02:20:21.760 --> 02:20:24.659
Paulson replied, “I know that he's legally
our manager.

02:20:24.659 --> 02:20:26.810
I know that he's, well, what he is.

02:20:26.810 --> 02:20:30.289
I know that one of us always has to kiss him
goodnight at closing time.

02:20:30.289 --> 02:20:34.420
I know that if we tell him something, the
owner knows, but the owner seems to know everything

02:20:34.420 --> 02:20:37.840
that happens here anyway, so I can't be certain
that's related.

02:20:37.840 --> 02:20:38.840
What else…?

02:20:38.840 --> 02:20:41.710
I know that he's empty— or hollow, actually.

02:20:41.710 --> 02:20:43.859
Hollow's probably a better word.”

02:20:43.859 --> 02:20:48.079
Agent Blandina leaned in a little further
to see what exactly Paulson meant by that,

02:20:48.079 --> 02:20:53.560
only to make a horrifying discovery: The Manager
wasn’t a whole corpse, he was just dessicated

02:20:53.560 --> 02:20:57.170
skin, a husk somehow propped up into the shape
of a corpse.

02:20:57.170 --> 02:21:02.039
When Agent Blandina asked why Paulson specified
“hollow” and not “empty”, he told

02:21:02.039 --> 02:21:06.199
her that it was because a noise was sometimes
heard emanating from within the skin husk.

02:21:06.199 --> 02:21:11.180
Agent Blandina wisely refused to put her ear
anywhere near the Manager’s gaping, toothless

02:21:11.180 --> 02:21:15.700
mouth, and instead fed the hidden microphone
she had been wearing down into the husk’s

02:21:15.700 --> 02:21:16.700
throat.

02:21:16.700 --> 02:21:20.920
Before Paulson had time to remark on the strangeness
of this, sirens and alarms began going off

02:21:20.920 --> 02:21:21.920
all around them.

02:21:21.920 --> 02:21:25.819
Paulson began to panic, yelling that the lions
were incoming, and the duo needed to move

02:21:25.819 --> 02:21:28.100
quickly to get out of harm’s way.

02:21:28.100 --> 02:21:31.489
Luckily, Agent Blandina was able to escape
with only minor injuries.

02:21:31.489 --> 02:21:36.850
But shortly after her escape, SCP-4703’s
legality was once again restructured to make

02:21:36.850 --> 02:21:40.890
it illegal for non-employees to enter the
employee-only areas.

02:21:40.890 --> 02:21:45.109
The audio that Agent Blandina recorded inside
the body of the Manager was also analyzed

02:21:45.109 --> 02:21:51.649
by experts at the Foundation, and they discovered
that, when sped up by 75%, the sound was indistinguishable

02:21:51.649 --> 02:21:53.670
from human laughter.

02:21:53.670 --> 02:21:58.899
Due to the highly strange nature of this anomaly
and its containment procedures - even by SCP

02:21:58.899 --> 02:22:04.630
Foundation standards - the classes and designations
applied to SCP-4703 are equally strange and

02:22:04.630 --> 02:22:05.720
complex.

02:22:05.720 --> 02:22:09.960
Knowledge of the file and the anomaly itself
is relatively low-tier, with Restricted Level

02:22:09.960 --> 02:22:11.630
2 Access Permissions.

02:22:11.630 --> 02:22:17.000
Due to the immense difficulty in keeping SCP-4703
hidden or contained, thanks to its unique

02:22:17.000 --> 02:22:20.520
legal situation, it has been given the Object
Class Keter.

02:22:20.520 --> 02:22:24.329
This, however, is where things get even stranger.

02:22:24.329 --> 02:22:29.949
The SCP-4703 store has a rare secondary object
class, Truculent.

02:22:29.949 --> 02:22:34.810
This classification is likely to be unfamiliar
to most, but it is used in the specific situation

02:22:34.810 --> 02:22:39.329
when an item is unpredictable and often transformative,
and the containment measures around it must

02:22:39.329 --> 02:22:43.949
be consistently updated and evolved in order
to meet its containment needs.

02:22:43.949 --> 02:22:48.699
It has the Level 3 or Keneq Disruption Class,
meaning that it has a roughly medium potential

02:22:48.699 --> 02:22:52.829
to cause disruption, though this disruption
is likely to be confined to a relatively local

02:22:52.829 --> 02:22:53.850
area.

02:22:53.850 --> 02:22:58.319
And finally, it has the Risk Class Warning,
meaning that it presents a high risk to all

02:22:58.319 --> 02:23:03.069
who interact with it, complete with the possibility
of causing severe harm, including death.

02:23:03.069 --> 02:23:07.510
Though legally, due to a missive sent from
the law firm working in association with SCP-4703,

02:23:07.510 --> 02:23:12.199
I am obliged to tell you that it’s mainly
because the bargains at Yeah, We're Totally

02:23:12.199 --> 02:23:17.199
Going to Sell You This… are simply to die
for, which is perfectly legal, thank you very

02:23:17.199 --> 02:23:18.449
much.

02:23:18.449 --> 02:23:24.329
Now go and watch another entry from the classified
files of Dr. Bob, such as “SCP-5172 North

02:23:24.329 --> 02:23:28.619
American Hotel Ice Machines”, for another
SCP that will make you think twice about visiting

02:23:28.619 --> 02:23:30.649
common everyday locations.

02:23:30.649 --> 02:23:34.850
And make sure you subscribe and turn on notifications,
so you don’t miss a single anomaly, as we

02:23:34.850 --> 02:23:41.289
delve further and further into the SCP Foundation’s
classified archives.

02:23:41.289 --> 02:23:47.659
A teenaged boy and girl are sitting on surfboards,
gently bobbing up and down in the calm ocean

02:23:47.659 --> 02:23:48.699
water.

02:23:48.699 --> 02:23:52.659
This surfing trip didn’t turn out nearly
as exciting as they had hoped it would, so

02:23:52.659 --> 02:23:57.920
with no waves in sight and the pair growing
bored, they decide to head back to shore.

02:23:57.920 --> 02:24:02.100
Just as they’re about to start paddling
back though, the girl gives one last look

02:24:02.100 --> 02:24:04.810
and spots the water swelling in the distance.

02:24:04.810 --> 02:24:09.130
She calls out for her friend to stop, it’s
just what they’ve been waiting for.

02:24:09.130 --> 02:24:11.819
Waves are coming in, and big ones too.

02:24:11.819 --> 02:24:15.189
They can see that they’re going to break
at the perfect time, maybe this trip will

02:24:15.189 --> 02:24:17.660
turn out to be a good one after all.

02:24:17.660 --> 02:24:21.359
The boy tells the girl that she can have the
first one and she starts paddling to catch

02:24:21.359 --> 02:24:22.359
it.

02:24:22.359 --> 02:24:27.050
She pops up on her board just as the wave
breaks, riding it expertly towards the shore

02:24:27.050 --> 02:24:30.069
as the boy does the same on his own behind
her.

02:24:30.069 --> 02:24:34.569
They have a great time, riding wave after
wave, each one coming in bigger and stronger

02:24:34.569 --> 02:24:35.950
than the last.

02:24:35.950 --> 02:24:39.939
The girl starts to worry though that they
might be getting too big and fast.

02:24:39.939 --> 02:24:44.149
As the girl finishes surfing another perfect
wave she looks back at the boy just in time

02:24:44.149 --> 02:24:46.960
to see him wipe out on an especially tall
one.

02:24:46.960 --> 02:24:51.770
He and his board are pulled beneath the water
and both disappear under the breaking wave.

02:24:51.770 --> 02:24:55.740
She hops off her own board and stands in the
waist deep water watching for her friend to

02:24:55.740 --> 02:24:58.449
emerge, but he doesn’t.

02:24:58.449 --> 02:25:02.780
She scans the horizon and calls out for him,
but there’s no sign of her friend.

02:25:02.780 --> 02:25:06.039
She’s getting worried, he should have surfaced
by now.

02:25:06.039 --> 02:25:08.910
She doesn’t see any sign of him or his board…

02:25:08.910 --> 02:25:11.490
What’s going on?

02:25:11.490 --> 02:25:12.490
“Boo!”

02:25:12.490 --> 02:25:14.560
The girl jumps with fright and turns around.

02:25:14.560 --> 02:25:15.949
The boy is standing behind her.

02:25:15.949 --> 02:25:17.810
But how did he get there?

02:25:17.810 --> 02:25:21.760
He tells her that the last wave was a crazy
one that must have pulled him and his board

02:25:21.760 --> 02:25:23.310
under the water towards her.

02:25:23.310 --> 02:25:27.270
He’s never experienced anything quite like
it, but he’s fine now, there is nothing

02:25:27.270 --> 02:25:28.729
to worry about.

02:25:28.729 --> 02:25:32.040
The girl, still trying to catch her breath
from the fright gives him a playful punch

02:25:32.040 --> 02:25:34.409
on the arm and recommends that they call it
a day.

02:25:34.409 --> 02:25:38.449
The waves are getting stronger and if he was
pulled under once, then who knows what would

02:25:38.449 --> 02:25:41.409
happen if one of them wiped out on an even
bigger one.

02:25:41.409 --> 02:25:44.911
Besides, the boy looks like he might have
hurt himself and the girl points at the small

02:25:44.911 --> 02:25:47.109
cut on his arm that’s starting to bleed.

02:25:47.109 --> 02:25:51.500
The boy tells her that it’s only a scratch,
and insists on catching one more wave before

02:25:51.500 --> 02:25:52.500
they head home.

02:25:52.500 --> 02:25:56.229
He doesn’t want to miss this opportunity
to ride these great waves when they have the

02:25:56.229 --> 02:25:58.220
whole ocean to themselves.

02:25:58.220 --> 02:26:03.030
He tells her that she can head back if she
wants, but he’s going out one more time.

02:26:03.030 --> 02:26:07.050
The boy starts to paddle back out and the
girl reluctantly follows him.

02:26:07.050 --> 02:26:10.620
As they wait to catch a wave she tells him
that this time he can go first.

02:26:10.620 --> 02:26:13.250
She’s not going to let him scare her again.

02:26:13.250 --> 02:26:17.670
The boy promises, no more surprises, and goes
to catch another wave.

02:26:17.670 --> 02:26:21.460
The waves are coming faster now and she’s
able to get on one right behind him.

02:26:21.460 --> 02:26:25.609
As she surfs towards the shore, she keeps
one eye on the boy.

02:26:25.609 --> 02:26:30.659
These waves are tough and she needs to focus,
but her attention is drawn towards her friend.

02:26:30.659 --> 02:26:32.920
She sees something forming on his wave.

02:26:32.920 --> 02:26:36.979
It looks like the water itself is growing
out of the crest of the wave and reaching

02:26:36.979 --> 02:26:38.220
towards the boy.

02:26:38.220 --> 02:26:41.989
It looks like… the jaws of a shark!

02:26:41.989 --> 02:26:46.289
The girl screams and the boy looks back, straight
into the gnashing teeth of the shark reaching

02:26:46.289 --> 02:26:47.630
out of the waves.

02:26:47.630 --> 02:26:52.279
The boy yells in fear and falls, tumbling
into the water just underneath the mouth as

02:26:52.279 --> 02:26:57.800
its jaws snap shut on his board right where
he was standing, splintering it into pieces.

02:26:57.800 --> 02:27:01.290
The girl can’t believe what she’s seeing
and stumbles on her board.

02:27:01.290 --> 02:27:05.069
She catches herself but looks behind her just
in time to see the same jaws coming out of

02:27:05.069 --> 02:27:07.470
the wave towards her.

02:27:07.470 --> 02:27:11.359
The boy emerges out of the water carrying
his friend onto the nearly empty beach.

02:27:11.359 --> 02:27:15.439
He lays her down in the sand, screaming for
help as a few beachgoers start running towards

02:27:15.439 --> 02:27:16.439
them.

02:27:16.439 --> 02:27:20.640
No one has any idea what they could possibly
do to assist though, both of the girl’s

02:27:20.640 --> 02:27:25.470
legs have been bitten off at the thigh, and
it’s clear she was dead long before he carried

02:27:25.470 --> 02:27:27.340
her onto the beach.

02:27:27.340 --> 02:27:28.340
…

02:27:28.340 --> 02:27:29.340
Bonjour!

02:27:29.340 --> 02:27:31.941
Today’s file comes from our friends at the
French branch of the SCP Foundation.

02:27:31.941 --> 02:27:39.689
A frightening and dangerous aquatic anomaly
that has been designated SCP-054-FR, but is

02:27:39.689 --> 02:27:42.210
appropriately also known as…

02:27:42.210 --> 02:27:44.430
Blue Fear.

02:27:44.430 --> 02:27:49.470
SCP-054-FR is an oceanic phenomenon that has
been observed occurring in several different

02:27:49.470 --> 02:27:51.649
regions spread across the world.

02:27:51.649 --> 02:27:56.279
In these areas, of which at leave five have
been identified, certain waves will display

02:27:56.279 --> 02:27:59.029
extremely dangerous anomalous activity.

02:27:59.029 --> 02:28:03.270
The waves themselves will seem to physically
transform, taking on a shape that resembles

02:28:03.270 --> 02:28:09.319
the mouth and jaws of a Carcharodon carcharias,
a species of shark better known to most as

02:28:09.319 --> 02:28:10.939
the Great White.

02:28:10.939 --> 02:28:15.560
The giant shark mouth, which is full of row
upon row of razor sharp teeth, will often

02:28:15.560 --> 02:28:20.130
go unnoticed until it is too late for the
unfortunate victim, with the roar of the powerful

02:28:20.130 --> 02:28:24.749
wave itself covering up much of the sound
of the gnashing jaws as it attempts to bite

02:28:24.749 --> 02:28:27.229
the targeted individual.

02:28:27.229 --> 02:28:31.930
The SCP-054-FR phenomenon will only appear
on waves in these areas that are at least

02:28:31.930 --> 02:28:36.010
four meters in height, but a maximum height
on which the jaws will manifest has yet to

02:28:36.010 --> 02:28:37.960
be identified.

02:28:37.960 --> 02:28:41.710
Waves carrying the anomalous effect are changed
in other ways too.

02:28:41.710 --> 02:28:45.739
Not only does a terrifying set of carnivorous
jaws appear out of the water, but the wave

02:28:45.739 --> 02:28:51.499
will move faster as well, with SCP-054-FR
waves having been measured at rolling three

02:28:51.499 --> 02:28:54.850
times the speed of normal, non-affected waves.

02:28:54.850 --> 02:29:00.939
The frequency of just how often SCP-054-FR
will affect waves is not well understood,

02:29:00.939 --> 02:29:05.430
but what is known, is that waves will speed
up when a human or non-aquatic animal is in

02:29:05.430 --> 02:29:08.449
the water between a wave instance and the
coast.

02:29:08.449 --> 02:29:13.260
The frequency of 054-FR waves will increase
dramatically as well when individuals in the

02:29:13.260 --> 02:29:20.069
area are at least 250 meters from the coast,
and SCP-054-FR does not care which aquatic

02:29:20.069 --> 02:29:24.260
activities you’re engaging in when it spots
you that far from shore.

02:29:24.260 --> 02:29:29.100
There have been documented cases involving
casual swimmers, snorkelers, and divers, but

02:29:29.100 --> 02:29:33.860
surfers are, for some unknown reason, far
and away the most likely victims.

02:29:33.860 --> 02:29:38.420
Observations have shown that non-aquatic animals
are also at risk of triggering the effect,

02:29:38.420 --> 02:29:42.260
such as in the case of several seabirds that
were seen floating on the water just before

02:29:42.260 --> 02:29:48.100
an SCP-054-FR wave crashed down on them and
the birds vanished, leaving only blood and

02:29:48.100 --> 02:29:51.850
feathers floating on the surface where they
once were.

02:29:51.850 --> 02:29:56.720
Even some aquatic vehicles like jet skis and
small boats have been observed being attacked

02:29:56.720 --> 02:30:02.180
by the anomalous shark jaws, though it seems
to avoid going after larger vessels.

02:30:02.180 --> 02:30:07.630
If more than one person is present in the
area that SCP-054-FR is manifesting though,

02:30:07.630 --> 02:30:11.949
then additional instances of the jaws are
able to form, either on the same wave or on

02:30:11.949 --> 02:30:14.690
multiple different ones in the area.

02:30:14.690 --> 02:30:20.029
The injuries caused by SCP-054-FR are very
similar to those of a normal, non-anomalous

02:30:20.029 --> 02:30:24.020
Great White Shark, and the force of the jaws
appears to be proportional to the size of

02:30:24.020 --> 02:30:28.840
the wave itself, with larger waves being more
powerful than smaller ones.

02:30:28.840 --> 02:30:34.260
Victims of 054-FR attacks have had entire
limbs ripped off, others were torn completely

02:30:34.260 --> 02:30:39.050
in half, while some simply disappeared beneath
the wave as it crashed down on top of them

02:30:39.050 --> 02:30:41.490
and the jaws snapped shut.

02:30:41.490 --> 02:30:46.439
The only way to avoid being bitten or swallowed
whole is to dive down under the wave before

02:30:46.439 --> 02:30:51.420
it impacts, but the opportunity to do so is
quite rare given the wave’s ability to “sneak

02:30:51.420 --> 02:30:55.449
up” on its victims, and the injuries that
are nearly always sustained from an appearance

02:30:55.449 --> 02:31:01.720
of SCP-054-FR are fatal in 68% of recorded
cases.

02:31:01.720 --> 02:31:08.130
The SCP Foundation first became aware of SCP-054-FR
following multiple reports of shark attacks

02:31:08.130 --> 02:31:12.069
caused by Great White’s emerging out of
the waves to attack humans before vanishing

02:31:12.069 --> 02:31:16.620
back into the water, and the Foundation soon
began a series of experiments to try and better

02:31:16.620 --> 02:31:18.760
understand the anomaly.

02:31:18.760 --> 02:31:23.159
The first test performed by Foundation researchers
was quite straightforward and involved dumping

02:31:23.159 --> 02:31:28.569
large quantities of animal blood into the
water in an area where SCP-054-FR was reported

02:31:28.569 --> 02:31:30.220
to have been attacking people.

02:31:30.220 --> 02:31:34.529
Just like with a normal shark, the blood seemed
to act as a trigger for the anomaly, causing

02:31:34.529 --> 02:31:39.090
it to manifest in less than two minutes and
the researchers watched as the shark jaws

02:31:39.090 --> 02:31:42.439
tried to bite at the blood as the wave rolled
over it.

02:31:42.439 --> 02:31:46.580
The test was repeated but this time human
blood was used instead.

02:31:46.580 --> 02:31:52.560
This also caused instances of SCP-054-FR to
appear on the waves, though now they manifested

02:31:52.560 --> 02:31:56.960
much faster, often showing up less than one
minute after the blood was dumped into the

02:31:56.960 --> 02:31:58.120
water.

02:31:58.120 --> 02:32:04.359
It seems that SCP-054-FR has a strong preference
for humans or at least their blood, and only

02:32:04.359 --> 02:32:09.640
a small amount is all that is needed to cause
the shark jaws to quickly appear.

02:32:09.640 --> 02:32:13.749
Tests involving D-Class personnel have shown
that wounded individuals are four times as

02:32:13.749 --> 02:32:18.539
likely to trigger a manifestation as an uninjured
individual, but that there are also ways to

02:32:18.539 --> 02:32:21.920
limit how often the carnivorous waves will
appear.

02:32:21.920 --> 02:32:27.740
It seems that lying motionless on the water
will significantly reduce how often SCP-054-FR

02:32:27.740 --> 02:32:33.189
will spawn, and slow body movements will decrease
the likelihood of an appearance as well.

02:32:33.189 --> 02:32:37.649
Strangely while blood will make the jaws manifest
quickly, it is unlikely that it is because

02:32:37.649 --> 02:32:43.520
SCP-054-FR can “smell” it, since tests
that have tried to disguise the smell of both

02:32:43.520 --> 02:32:47.869
the blood and the human test subjects have
all met with failure.

02:32:47.869 --> 02:32:52.109
So far, all attempts at damaging the anomaly
have also been unsuccessful.

02:32:52.109 --> 02:32:56.880
Bullets fired at the shark jaws pass harmly
through it, disappearing into the wave as

02:32:56.880 --> 02:32:59.909
if they were shooting at perfectly normal
water.

02:32:59.909 --> 02:33:03.859
Given its nature, it seems unlikely that the
Foundation will find a way to capture and

02:33:03.859 --> 02:33:09.920
contain SCP-054-FR, so for the time being
all containment efforts have been directed

02:33:09.920 --> 02:33:12.210
towards keeping humans away from it.

02:33:12.210 --> 02:33:17.369
A one kilometer exclusion zone has been established
around the five geographic areas where manifestations

02:33:17.369 --> 02:33:22.090
have been reported and civilians are completely
forbidden to access the areas under the guise

02:33:22.090 --> 02:33:25.920
of there being on-going research into marine
mammal life that would be disrupted by the

02:33:25.920 --> 02:33:28.189
presence of any humans.

02:33:28.189 --> 02:33:33.380
Secrecy is of the utmost importance when it
comes to SCP-054-FR in order to keep the curious

02:33:33.380 --> 02:33:38.119
away for their own safety, so any photographic
evidence of the anomaly is confiscated and

02:33:38.119 --> 02:33:43.609
destroyed, and witnesses of an SCP-054-FR
attack are given amnestics in order to remove

02:33:43.609 --> 02:33:47.119
the memory of any anomalous shark attacks
from their minds.

02:33:47.119 --> 02:33:51.749
The Foundation also engages in an extensive
misinformation campaign to debunk any evidence

02:33:51.749 --> 02:33:55.810
of the anomaly, spreading the idea that any
reports of a shark mouth forming on waves

02:33:55.810 --> 02:34:01.380
are simply hoaxes or misunderstanding of wave
dynamics, while attacks are blamed on normal,

02:34:01.380 --> 02:34:03.680
non-anomalous Great White Sharks.

02:34:03.680 --> 02:34:08.140
It is unknown if the five areas the Foundation
has contained make up the entirety of the

02:34:08.140 --> 02:34:13.850
locations where SCP-054-FR can manifest, but
Foundation agents continue to monitor reports

02:34:13.850 --> 02:34:18.199
of shark attacks around the world, and hopefully
they will find that they were the result of

02:34:18.199 --> 02:34:22.749
the regular oceanic super predator, and not
the kind that can manifest behind you when

02:34:22.749 --> 02:34:24.720
you least expect it.

02:34:24.720 --> 02:34:30.140
Now go and watch another entry from the files
of Dr. Bob, like SCP-2846 The Squid and the

02:34:30.140 --> 02:34:34.630
Sailor, for another anomaly that will make
you never want to go into the ocean again.

02:34:34.630 --> 02:34:39.069
And make sure you subscribe and turn on notifications,
so you don’t miss a single anomaly, as we

02:34:39.069 --> 02:34:47.660
delve further and further into the SCP Foundation’s
classified archives.

02:34:47.660 --> 02:34:51.060
“Honestly, no.

02:34:51.060 --> 02:34:57.930
It doesn’t feel like anything is working,”
the woman tells the man who is seated across

02:34:57.930 --> 02:34:59.079
the room from her.

02:34:59.079 --> 02:35:02.800
She’s been coming to see him for several
months now, but she doesn’t feel like she’s

02:35:02.800 --> 02:35:04.979
made progress on any of her issues.

02:35:04.979 --> 02:35:09.180
The man listens and nods as he jots down some
notes on his pad of paper.

02:35:09.180 --> 02:35:11.979
He has something he wants to discuss with
her.

02:35:11.979 --> 02:35:15.909
She may feel as though she’s run out of
options, but there is one other thing they

02:35:15.909 --> 02:35:16.909
could try.

02:35:16.909 --> 02:35:20.690
He’s seen lots of success using this with
his other patients, though it’s a technique

02:35:20.690 --> 02:35:24.470
that many would deem to be rather unconventional.

02:35:24.470 --> 02:35:29.399
The woman is unsure, “unconventional techniques”
don’t exactly instill her with confidence.

02:35:29.399 --> 02:35:32.880
But at this point, what did she have to lose?

02:35:32.880 --> 02:35:35.800
The man stands up and motions for the woman
to follow him.

02:35:35.800 --> 02:35:39.619
He leads her out of his office to a section
of his practice that she’s never seen before

02:35:39.619 --> 02:35:42.279
where they stop in front of a closed door.

02:35:42.279 --> 02:35:46.249
On the door is a window covered by a curtain
and she notices that there are a set of strong

02:35:46.249 --> 02:35:47.920
locks as well.

02:35:47.920 --> 02:35:52.520
He unlocks the door and ushers her inside
where she finds that it is a small room, maybe

02:35:52.520 --> 02:35:57.130
10 feet across at most, with thick padding
on the floor and walls, and bright white lights

02:35:57.130 --> 02:35:58.880
set into the ceiling.

02:35:58.880 --> 02:36:02.489
He tells her to wait there just a moment and
to “make herself comfortable” before he

02:36:02.489 --> 02:36:03.760
excuses himself.

02:36:03.760 --> 02:36:08.010
The woman looks around at the padded room,
wondering just what it is that she’s agreed

02:36:08.010 --> 02:36:09.010
to.

02:36:09.010 --> 02:36:13.399
The man returns and now he’s holding something…
a garment bag.

02:36:13.399 --> 02:36:18.189
He unzips it to reveal a dark piece of clothing
inside, but when he takes it out, she sees

02:36:18.189 --> 02:36:22.220
now that it isn’t clothing at all, at least
not any normal kind…

02:36:22.220 --> 02:36:24.130
It's a straightjacket.

02:36:24.130 --> 02:36:28.130
The woman is scared, unsure if she wants to
go through with this and he does his best

02:36:28.130 --> 02:36:29.130
to put her at ease.

02:36:29.130 --> 02:36:33.270
If she’s uncomfortable she certainly doesn’t
have to do anything she doesn’t want to,

02:36:33.270 --> 02:36:37.840
but he reiterates that he has had great results
using this with some of his other patients.

02:36:37.840 --> 02:36:40.479
It’s been something of a miracle cure.

02:36:40.479 --> 02:36:42.430
Well no, cure is the wrong word.

02:36:42.430 --> 02:36:45.989
He corrects himself and explains that this
won’t “cure” her in the way that she’s

02:36:45.989 --> 02:36:49.710
probably thinking, but rather what he’s
found is that this therapy is able to provide

02:36:49.710 --> 02:36:54.119
a momentary relief from symptoms, a chance
to see what life is like without being plagued

02:36:54.119 --> 02:36:56.399
by the issues that have led her to seek his
help.

02:36:56.399 --> 02:37:00.270
Once she has gotten a glimpse at what life
is like without these burdens, they can work

02:37:00.270 --> 02:37:04.039
towards bringing her back to that point through
other therapies and techniques.

02:37:04.039 --> 02:37:08.090
This might be just the breakthrough she needs
to finally make something work.

02:37:08.090 --> 02:37:11.970
The woman is still skeptical but she is desperate
to find anything that will help her escape

02:37:11.970 --> 02:37:15.649
the thoughts constantly plaguing her mind
so that she can get back to being the person

02:37:15.649 --> 02:37:20.670
she wants to be, and after a moment of thought,
she agrees to go through with the procedure.

02:37:20.670 --> 02:37:24.899
The therapist tells the woman to hold her
arms out in front of her and places the straightjacket

02:37:24.899 --> 02:37:25.899
on her.

02:37:25.899 --> 02:37:30.039
She can see and feel now that it is made of
black leather, and it fits her perfectly,

02:37:30.039 --> 02:37:31.960
almost as if it were made just for her.

02:37:31.960 --> 02:37:36.970
She turns around and he pulls the straps tight
before fastening them in place.

02:37:36.970 --> 02:37:40.520
The woman, standing in the small padded room
and fully constrained by the black leather

02:37:40.520 --> 02:37:43.789
straightjacket, turns to the man and asks
“now what?”

02:37:43.789 --> 02:37:47.619
“Now we wait,” he tells her, before backing
out of the room.

02:37:47.619 --> 02:37:48.619
“A warning though -”

02:37:48.619 --> 02:37:49.930
“Now a warning?”

02:37:49.930 --> 02:37:50.970
she says.

02:37:50.970 --> 02:37:52.700
“This is a one-off procedure.

02:37:52.700 --> 02:37:55.989
You can only do it once,” he tells her before
closing the door.

02:37:55.989 --> 02:37:58.840
She’s confused, is this the procedure?

02:37:58.840 --> 02:38:00.850
He’s locking her in a cell?

02:38:00.850 --> 02:38:01.850
What is going on.

02:38:01.850 --> 02:38:03.660
She never should have agreed to this.

02:38:03.660 --> 02:38:07.729
Her mind starts to race, filling with bad
thoughts, and they get even worse when the

02:38:07.729 --> 02:38:08.729
lights suddenly go out.

02:38:08.729 --> 02:38:13.819
She starts to panic, breathing heavily in
the dark from both fear and from being constricted

02:38:13.819 --> 02:38:15.140
by the leather straightjacket.

02:38:15.140 --> 02:38:19.609
She calls out that she has changed her mind,
she doesn’t want to do this after all.

02:38:19.609 --> 02:38:20.779
No response.

02:38:20.779 --> 02:38:24.279
She’s serious, she wants to end this right
now and leave the room.

02:38:24.279 --> 02:38:26.840
It isn’t working, it’s actually making
her feel worse.

02:38:26.840 --> 02:38:31.270
All the fears and anxieties that plague nearly
every moment of her life come rushing in at

02:38:31.270 --> 02:38:32.270
once.

02:38:32.270 --> 02:38:36.371
Her mind races as she can feel all the tell
tale signs of a panic attack starting, a million

02:38:36.371 --> 02:38:40.260
little issues pulling her apart at the seams,
leaving her stretched out and helpless to

02:38:40.260 --> 02:38:41.659
do anything to stop it.

02:38:41.659 --> 02:38:44.859
But then suddenly, there’s a change.

02:38:44.859 --> 02:38:49.819
Like a cool breeze blowing across her face,
the feelings of hopelessness and despair start

02:38:49.819 --> 02:38:51.100
to dissipate.

02:38:51.100 --> 02:38:54.970
Her anxieties feel as though they are melting
away into the dark, leaving her with only

02:38:54.970 --> 02:38:56.939
the comforting embrace of the straightjacket.

02:38:56.939 --> 02:39:03.720
It isn’t that she feels happy necessarily,
she simply feels… normal.

02:39:03.720 --> 02:39:05.220
Content with herself and her situation.

02:39:05.220 --> 02:39:09.810
It’s an incredible feeling and she basks
in the joy of not feeling bad.

02:39:09.810 --> 02:39:15.100
She doesn’t know how long she’s in the
dark room feeling content, minutes, maybe

02:39:15.100 --> 02:39:16.100
hours?

02:39:16.100 --> 02:39:18.949
But eventually the door opens and the lights
come on.

02:39:18.949 --> 02:39:21.069
Her session is over.

02:39:21.069 --> 02:39:24.020
She leaves the office with a new perspective
on life.

02:39:24.020 --> 02:39:29.110
Most of the feelings of satisfaction have
already, but still, she feels renewed, ready

02:39:29.110 --> 02:39:33.619
to tackle her issues so she can feel what
she felt in the straightjacket again, so she

02:39:33.619 --> 02:39:35.409
can feel normal.

02:39:35.409 --> 02:39:40.189
By the next day though, her new lease on life
is completely gone, and she is on the phone

02:39:40.189 --> 02:39:43.609
with the man pleading with him to let her
come in immediately and wear the straightjacket

02:39:43.609 --> 02:39:44.609
again.

02:39:44.609 --> 02:39:49.249
He warned her though that it’s a one off
procedure, too much exposure is dangerous.

02:39:49.249 --> 02:39:51.499
She needs to focus on other treatments instead.

02:39:51.499 --> 02:39:54.369
The woman only wants to come wear it for a
little bit though.

02:39:54.369 --> 02:39:56.479
Just a few minutes to feel that way again.

02:39:56.479 --> 02:39:58.569
He tells her it’s impossible though.

02:39:58.569 --> 02:40:01.939
She should be happy it was so successful and
move on to new techniques.

02:40:01.939 --> 02:40:05.800
And besides, he’s leaving for a conference
and won’t be back for a week.

02:40:05.800 --> 02:40:07.890
They can discuss things again when he gets
back.

02:40:07.890 --> 02:40:12.359
It’s raining that night as a figure in a
dark coat breaks the glass on the front door

02:40:12.359 --> 02:40:14.380
and reaches through to unlock the door.

02:40:14.380 --> 02:40:18.100
The woman enters the office and hangs her
wet jacket on the wall.

02:40:18.100 --> 02:40:21.069
Her flashlight illuminates the room they have
their sessions in.

02:40:21.069 --> 02:40:22.449
No one is there.

02:40:22.449 --> 02:40:26.340
She walks deeper into the building and spots
the door to the padded room.

02:40:26.340 --> 02:40:30.699
She passes by and goes even further to a backroom
that she’s never been in before.

02:40:30.699 --> 02:40:34.659
In the room, against a wall, is a metal trunk.

02:40:34.659 --> 02:40:38.550
She opens it to find the dark garment bag
with the leather straightjacket inside.

02:40:38.550 --> 02:40:41.229
“What do you want me to do again?”

02:40:41.229 --> 02:40:42.550
the young man asks.

02:40:42.550 --> 02:40:45.870
He was just supposed to be delivering a pizza,
and his boss would be angry to learn that

02:40:45.870 --> 02:40:47.899
he allowed a customer to invite him in.

02:40:47.899 --> 02:40:51.890
“This is my office,” she tells him, “and
I’m working on some new techniques for my

02:40:51.890 --> 02:40:55.600
patients, but I need to try them out myself
first, that makes sense, right?”

02:40:55.600 --> 02:40:57.949
“Well sure, I guess,” he responds.

02:40:57.949 --> 02:41:00.530
“But for this particular one, I need some
help.

02:41:00.530 --> 02:41:03.640
It’s a secret though so I can’t get any
of my colleagues to help me.

02:41:03.640 --> 02:41:05.329
But you can help me, right?”

02:41:05.329 --> 02:41:09.659
The young man nervously swallows the soda
she’s given him and nods in agreement.

02:41:09.659 --> 02:41:13.560
She explains that all he has to do is help
her tighten the straightjacket, close the

02:41:13.560 --> 02:41:15.660
door, turn off the lights, and listen.

02:41:15.660 --> 02:41:20.459
In a little while when she’s finished, she’ll
ask him to come inside and take it off her.

02:41:20.459 --> 02:41:21.819
That’s it.

02:41:21.819 --> 02:41:26.060
The young man still seems a little weary of
the request, “what happened to your door?”

02:41:26.060 --> 02:41:30.709
he asks but she ignores his question and pushes
a wad of cash into his hand.

02:41:30.709 --> 02:41:34.850
The young man shuts the door to the padded
cell and a moment later the lights go out.

02:41:34.850 --> 02:41:39.359
The woman is almost immediately taken back
to the same mental place she was before.

02:41:39.359 --> 02:41:43.399
All of the thoughts that constantly repeat
in her mind, the ones that she's never able

02:41:43.399 --> 02:41:46.109
to turn off suddenly go quiet.

02:41:46.109 --> 02:41:48.939
She sighs with relief in her dark, safe space.

02:41:48.939 --> 02:41:52.159
But then she feels something.

02:41:52.159 --> 02:41:54.250
Not in her mind but on her face.

02:41:54.250 --> 02:41:55.250
A twitch.

02:41:55.250 --> 02:41:57.320
Just a little facial spasm.

02:41:57.320 --> 02:41:58.780
But then another.

02:41:58.780 --> 02:42:00.010
There’s something wrong.

02:42:00.010 --> 02:42:03.470
Her face suddenly feels very tight, like it’s
being stretched.

02:42:03.470 --> 02:42:07.699
Her eyes grow wide, her mouth pulls into an
unintentional sneer.

02:42:07.699 --> 02:42:11.229
The young man hears the woman’s muffled
cries from inside the room and opens the door,

02:42:11.229 --> 02:42:16.470
but what he sees causes him to emit his own
scream before he turns and runs out of the

02:42:16.470 --> 02:42:17.930
office into the stormy night.

02:42:17.930 --> 02:42:22.789
“What the heck?” the man thinks as he
looks at the broken window on his office door.

02:42:22.789 --> 02:42:26.979
He enters to see that the door is still unlocked
and that there’s glass on the floor inside.

02:42:26.979 --> 02:42:31.909
He walks inside his office and looks around
and doesn’t see anything, but in an instant

02:42:31.909 --> 02:42:34.289
there’s a moment of realization.

02:42:34.289 --> 02:42:37.079
He runs to the back, to the door to the padded
cell.

02:42:37.079 --> 02:42:39.859
The door to the room is ajar and he listens.

02:42:39.859 --> 02:42:41.999
Is that… breathing inside?

02:42:41.999 --> 02:42:45.819
He opens the door to the dark cell and turns
on the light.

02:42:45.819 --> 02:42:50.159
The black leather straightjacket is sitting
in the middle of the floor, except it isn’t

02:42:50.159 --> 02:42:51.909
the floor anymore.

02:42:51.909 --> 02:42:57.180
Now instead, a stretched layer of skin is
spread across the padded room, with the outline

02:42:57.180 --> 02:42:58.909
of flattened bones visible underneath.

02:42:58.909 --> 02:43:03.779
The man’s mind can’t comprehend what it
is that he’s looking at, but then he sees

02:43:03.779 --> 02:43:04.779
it.

02:43:04.779 --> 02:43:09.140
In the far corner of the room, is the stretched
out face of the woman, her eyelids pulled

02:43:09.140 --> 02:43:12.080
too tight to blink, leaving her eyes staring
up at him.

02:43:12.080 --> 02:43:15.140
Through a stretched, contorted mouth she whispers…

02:43:15.140 --> 02:43:16.829
“Help me.”

02:43:16.829 --> 02:43:21.280
Is there anything crueler than an object that
is able to treat your mental health issues,

02:43:21.280 --> 02:43:24.789
yet has some of the most devastating side
effects imaginable?

02:43:24.789 --> 02:43:26.729
In this humble doctor’s opinion…

02:43:26.729 --> 02:43:27.729
no.

02:43:27.729 --> 02:43:31.359
And today’s anomaly is just such an object.

02:43:31.359 --> 02:43:34.860
Designated SCP-482 it is perhaps better known…

02:43:34.860 --> 02:43:37.330
as the Mentally Mutating Straitjacket.

02:43:37.330 --> 02:43:42.449
SCP-482 is a black leather straightjacket
that is quite similar in appearance and construction

02:43:42.449 --> 02:43:46.829
to a mass produced version, though as you’ll
see, it is completely unique.

02:43:46.829 --> 02:43:50.520
Although the straightjacket is comparable
in size to other “medium” sized versions,

02:43:50.520 --> 02:43:54.750
it is somehow able to fit virtually any and
all body types and sizes.

02:43:54.750 --> 02:44:00.830
A tag inside contains the words “Made in
Tsiao-yan / Hand Wash Only / No Aserejena

02:44:00.830 --> 02:44:06.260
Powder” in faded text, though neither the
city nor “Aserejena powder” appear to

02:44:06.260 --> 02:44:11.310
exist in any records that the SCP Foundation
has been able to locate.

02:44:11.310 --> 02:44:16.029
There are no signs of wear on SCP-482, but
there are several cuts on the straps that

02:44:16.029 --> 02:44:20.430
cinch the garment closed, and testing has
shown that it is able to be further damaged,

02:44:20.430 --> 02:44:24.189
though any additional investigations of the
extent to which it can be damaged have been

02:44:24.189 --> 02:44:26.979
suspended due to the lack of viable duplicates.

02:44:26.979 --> 02:44:32.899
The real anomalous effects of SCP-482 occur
when the straightjacket is worn, and the two

02:44:32.899 --> 02:44:37.600
main effects, which occur one after the other,
have been designated as Time Point Alpha and

02:44:37.600 --> 02:44:39.439
Time Point Alpha Beta.

02:44:39.439 --> 02:44:44.789
Time Point Alpha is used to refer to the initial
stage of a subject wearing SCP-482, and can

02:44:44.789 --> 02:44:49.850
last a varied period of time, though it is
most often between one and six hours of wear.

02:44:49.850 --> 02:44:54.300
During this period, the subject will report
feeling “mentally better” and any negative

02:44:54.300 --> 02:44:59.100
mental afflictions that they suffer from or
are forced to deal with will appear to disappear

02:44:59.100 --> 02:45:00.100
completely.

02:45:00.100 --> 02:45:04.359
Additionally any medications they may be on
will have their effects negated entirely,

02:45:04.359 --> 02:45:08.600
leading to them returning a result on Foundation
standard psychological tests that is consistent

02:45:08.600 --> 02:45:11.249
with a baseline mentally stable individual.

02:45:11.249 --> 02:45:17.270
The effects of Time Point Alpha are temporary,
and once the subject is separated from SCP-482,

02:45:17.270 --> 02:45:20.869
any mental illnesses they are living with
will be seen to return, though they will disappear

02:45:20.869 --> 02:45:23.329
once more if the straightjacket is worn again.

02:45:23.329 --> 02:45:28.020
However, the amount of time a subject spends
experiencing the effects of Time Point Alpha

02:45:28.020 --> 02:45:32.770
are cumulative, and given enough time inside
of the straightjacket they will always eventually

02:45:32.770 --> 02:45:36.310
reach the second stage of SCP-482.

02:45:36.310 --> 02:45:40.699
Time Point Beta refers to the subsequent time
period that passes if a subject is still wearing

02:45:40.699 --> 02:45:44.479
SCP-482 once Time Point Alpha lapses.

02:45:44.479 --> 02:45:49.140
During this period, the changes to the subject
will no longer be mental, and instead they

02:45:49.140 --> 02:45:51.949
will begin to experience physical effects.

02:45:51.949 --> 02:45:55.630
The exact nature of the physical changes will
vary, though they do seem to be related in

02:45:55.630 --> 02:45:59.590
some way to the subject’s own mental health
issue, with the degree of the change also

02:45:59.590 --> 02:46:02.770
seemingly related to the severity of their
issue.

02:46:02.770 --> 02:46:07.459
Through the testing of SCP-482 by Foundation
researchers on D Class Personnel, a number

02:46:07.459 --> 02:46:12.000
of different manifestations of the straightjacket’s
anomalous effects have been documented and

02:46:12.000 --> 02:46:15.399
they’re recorded in a file designated Experiment
Log SCP-482.

02:46:15.399 --> 02:46:20.989
In the first test, a male D Class diagnosed
with schizophrenia was placed inside of the

02:46:20.989 --> 02:46:21.989
leather straightjacket.

02:46:21.989 --> 02:46:26.390
He immediately reported feeling “eerily
calm” and he was observed to simply sit

02:46:26.390 --> 02:46:31.029
and stare at the wall with a blank expression
for 2 hours and 49 minutes, a period which

02:46:31.029 --> 02:46:34.359
was later determined to be his Time Point
Alpha.

02:46:34.359 --> 02:46:38.721
Time Point Beta began one minute later at
2 hours and 50 minutes when the subject’s

02:46:38.721 --> 02:46:43.380
body began to contort and he remarked that
he was in a great deal of pain.

02:46:43.380 --> 02:46:46.949
Various parts of the subject's body began
to increase in mass and size, including his

02:46:46.949 --> 02:46:50.489
head, as his eyes began to bulge out.

02:46:50.489 --> 02:46:54.689
He called in agony while attempting to make
eye contact with the researchers who were

02:46:54.689 --> 02:47:00.149
observing through a glass viewing window for
34 minutes until a termination order was given.

02:47:00.149 --> 02:47:03.609
Subsequent examination of the subject’s
body revealed that his body mass had increased

02:47:03.609 --> 02:47:07.869
by roughly 180% due to rapid bone and muscle
growth.

02:47:07.869 --> 02:47:12.630
It’s unclear what physical process caused
this, though genetic tests showed that his

02:47:12.630 --> 02:47:15.850
DNA had abnormally shortened telomere strands.

02:47:15.850 --> 02:47:19.949
The observers also reported they experienced
an unnatural feeling that rendered them unable

02:47:19.949 --> 02:47:24.319
to move in a normal manner while the subject
was making eye contact with them.

02:47:24.319 --> 02:47:28.869
For the second test, another male D class,
though one who had been diagnosed with a paranoid

02:47:28.869 --> 02:47:31.699
personality disorder, was placed in the straightjacket.

02:47:31.699 --> 02:47:37.140
During his Alpha exposure, he reported a satisfying
“quiet in his head” with none of the disembodied

02:47:37.140 --> 02:47:40.550
voices that normally plagued his thoughts
speaking to him.

02:47:40.550 --> 02:47:44.479
He still appeared content after two hours
and was taken out of the suit, though after

02:47:44.479 --> 02:47:49.739
requesting to be placed back inside, was allowed
to return to wearing SCP-482.

02:47:49.739 --> 02:47:54.779
After an additional 1 hour and 30 minutes
though, the Beta exposure began.

02:47:54.779 --> 02:47:58.909
Visible bulges appeared on his neck and shoulders
and after four minutes, he began screaming

02:47:58.909 --> 02:48:02.909
for someone to “stop talking” and “get
out of [his] head.”

02:48:02.909 --> 02:48:06.659
More bulges appeared on his body and audio
recording equipment in the room picked up

02:48:06.659 --> 02:48:11.539
mysterious sounds that analysis has revealed
to have been as many as seven distinct voices

02:48:11.539 --> 02:48:13.359
speaking in an unknown language.

02:48:13.359 --> 02:48:18.319
The termination order was issued twenty five
minutes later and a later autopsy revealed

02:48:18.319 --> 02:48:22.739
that each bulge actually contained a fully
formed mouth and voice box.

02:48:22.739 --> 02:48:26.910
Observing researchers also reported that during
the test, they had seen flashes of movement

02:48:26.910 --> 02:48:30.649
in their peripheral vision, and subsequent
review of the taped footage revealed small

02:48:30.649 --> 02:48:34.629
shadows appearing and disappearing in the
room throughout the test.

02:48:34.629 --> 02:48:38.739
Next up was a female D class who had been
diagnosed with Hyperphagia, which is a disorder

02:48:38.739 --> 02:48:43.260
that can cause an extreme increase in appetite
and can remove the ability to satiate one's

02:48:43.260 --> 02:48:44.260
hunger.

02:48:44.260 --> 02:48:49.529
Upon being placed in SCP-482, she remarked
that “for the first time ever, I am actually

02:48:49.529 --> 02:48:50.670
full.”

02:48:50.670 --> 02:48:54.959
She felt this way for an hour and 58 minutes,
after which she began to feel a pain in her

02:48:54.959 --> 02:48:55.959
abdomen.

02:48:55.959 --> 02:48:59.740
The D class fell into the fetal position as
the pain increased, and her limbs were observed

02:48:59.740 --> 02:49:04.760
to begin retracting into her body, accompanied
by loud snapping sounds as presumably the

02:49:04.760 --> 02:49:06.510
bones started to crack and break.

02:49:06.510 --> 02:49:09.910
“Oh god it's eating me oh god it hurts!”

02:49:09.910 --> 02:49:13.079
she cried out, and a termination order was
immediately issued.

02:49:13.079 --> 02:49:16.830
The autopsy that followed revealed that the
woman’s body had somehow formed a second

02:49:16.830 --> 02:49:21.550
digestive system that had begun to consume
her own body mass, and if left unchecked,

02:49:21.550 --> 02:49:25.279
would have eventually digested it in its entirety.

02:49:25.279 --> 02:49:29.000
Following this test, the observing researchers
reported that they were unable to satisfy

02:49:29.000 --> 02:49:32.959
their own hunger cravings with normal amounts
of food, and several of them actually had

02:49:32.959 --> 02:49:36.609
to be restrained by security staff in the
on-site cafeteria.

02:49:36.609 --> 02:49:39.989
Luckily these urges appeared to fade after
several days.

02:49:39.989 --> 02:49:45.560
In the final test, a D Class personnel with
pyromania was placed in SCP-482.

02:49:45.560 --> 02:49:49.050
Despite the impulse control disorder normally
causing them to start fires whenever given

02:49:49.050 --> 02:49:54.220
the chance, they now ignored all of the flammable
materials offered to them by researchers.

02:49:54.220 --> 02:49:59.020
After one hour and 33 minutes though, thermometers
in the testing room noted a sudden sharp rise

02:49:59.020 --> 02:50:00.680
in temperature.

02:50:00.680 --> 02:50:05.010
This was followed by a powerful explosion
of heat and flames when the D Class spontaneously

02:50:05.010 --> 02:50:06.550
ignited.

02:50:06.550 --> 02:50:11.340
The testing room was completely destroyed
and nearby hallway A-13 suffered catastrophic

02:50:11.340 --> 02:50:12.450
damage.

02:50:12.450 --> 02:50:16.520
All observing researchers were also lost in
the conflagration.

02:50:16.520 --> 02:50:19.039
SCP-482, though, survived.

02:50:19.039 --> 02:50:23.100
Surprisingly, the body of the D Class was
also able to be recovered, and though the

02:50:23.100 --> 02:50:28.550
autopsy was made difficult due to the heat
it still exuded, a discovery was made.

02:50:28.550 --> 02:50:32.529
Inside the body, a new organ was found, one
that appeared to be sustaining some type of

02:50:32.529 --> 02:50:37.489
constant reaction that produced heat, as well
as strong magnetic waves, and this organ has

02:50:37.489 --> 02:50:40.120
been placed in containment for future study.

02:50:40.120 --> 02:50:45.479
SCP-482 is currently being kept in a containment
locker at a secure site, with access restricted

02:50:45.479 --> 02:50:47.280
to Level 2 personnel and above.

02:50:47.280 --> 02:50:52.410
The maximum time allowed for testing is 1
hour after mutations manifest, and any test

02:50:52.410 --> 02:50:57.800
subjects who reach Time Point Beta are to
be terminated.

02:50:57.800 --> 02:51:01.569
Following termination, SCP-482 is to be removed
from their body prior to autopsy.

02:51:01.569 --> 02:51:05.279
The straightjacket is then to be thermally
cleansed and all biological traces of the

02:51:05.279 --> 02:51:08.359
prior subject removed before it is used for
testing again.

02:51:08.359 --> 02:51:13.220
Now I bet you are telling yourself, well this
sounds pretty easy to contain, I bet this

02:51:13.220 --> 02:51:18.090
is a Safe Class anomaly, and normally I would
agree with you, but perhaps you noticed something

02:51:18.090 --> 02:51:19.569
strange in the Experiment Log.

02:51:19.569 --> 02:51:23.989
Did you pay attention to the reports from
observing researchers that they too had begun

02:51:23.989 --> 02:51:29.530
to experience some rather unusual effects,
simply from watching SCP-482 affect a subject?

02:51:29.530 --> 02:51:34.930
Did it seem to you as though the Mentally
Mutating Straitjacket was somehow projecting

02:51:34.930 --> 02:51:39.749
the mental illnesses experienced by the subjects
onto those observing it?

02:51:39.749 --> 02:51:44.949
It appears that there may be more to SCP-482
than first meets the eye, and this mystery

02:51:44.949 --> 02:51:49.539
only deepens when one reads the containment
procedures on this anomaly’s file and realizes

02:51:49.539 --> 02:51:56.229
that the person overseeing SCP-482 research…
is none other than SCP Foundation legend Dr.

02:51:56.229 --> 02:51:57.239
Bright.

02:51:57.239 --> 02:52:02.489
Is the actual testing of SCP-482 not actually
taking place on the D Class personnel, but

02:52:02.489 --> 02:52:04.699
on the SCP Foundation researchers?

02:52:04.699 --> 02:52:09.590
A convoluted experiment designed to discover
the true extent of its anomalous effects?

02:52:09.590 --> 02:52:15.180
When it comes to this Euclid Class anomaly,
only Dr. Bright knows for sure.

02:52:15.180 --> 02:52:21.260
Now go and watch another entry from the files
of Dr. Bob, like SCP-767 Crime Scene Photographs,

02:52:21.260 --> 02:52:25.160
for another inanimate object that appears
to actually be quite active.

02:52:25.160 --> 02:52:29.359
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02:52:35.199 --> 02:52:40.939
As night falls, everything sinks into a soft,
blue darkness under a blanket of twinkling

02:52:40.939 --> 02:52:41.949
stars.

02:52:41.949 --> 02:52:47.760
In a nice, cozy home, in a normal quiet suburb,
a sweet little boy is being read a bedtime

02:52:47.760 --> 02:52:49.140
story by his mother.

02:52:49.140 --> 02:52:54.390
It’s a classic: Little Red Riding Hood,
the story of a little girl traveling through

02:52:54.390 --> 02:52:58.449
the woods to her grandmother’s house, only
to be set upon by the big, bad wolf.

02:52:58.449 --> 02:53:03.800
A tale as old as time, with an important message
for people of all ages.

02:53:03.800 --> 02:53:08.989
We should fear what lurks in the dark, since
what is there is often waiting and watching

02:53:08.989 --> 02:53:11.109
with hungry eyes.

02:53:11.109 --> 02:53:15.490
As the boy lays in bed, clutching the top
of his blanket, his mother continues telling

02:53:15.490 --> 02:53:17.301
him the tale.

02:53:17.301 --> 02:53:21.279
She describes the tiny girl in the red hood,
holding a little wicker basket, stumbling

02:53:21.279 --> 02:53:22.600
through the dark.

02:53:22.600 --> 02:53:27.390
The wolf, with its big, hungry eyes, weaves
through the darkness of the trees, following

02:53:27.390 --> 02:53:28.390
her every move.

02:53:28.390 --> 02:53:33.540
The little boy can barely contain his fear
when Little Red Riding Hood opens the door

02:53:33.540 --> 02:53:38.319
to her grandmother’s old cottage and creeps
inside, where she realizes that something

02:53:38.319 --> 02:53:39.670
is very wrong.

02:53:39.670 --> 02:53:42.109
Her grandmother looks…

02:53:42.109 --> 02:53:43.189
different.

02:53:43.189 --> 02:53:44.749
Those great, big eyes.

02:53:44.749 --> 02:53:46.729
That twitching, wet, black nose.

02:53:46.729 --> 02:53:50.249
Those huge, terrible teeth, dripping with
saliva.

02:53:50.249 --> 02:53:54.569
“All the better to eat you with, my dear…”

02:53:54.569 --> 02:53:58.770
His mother senses that her son isn’t taking
this well and notices that he’s shuddering

02:53:58.770 --> 02:54:00.340
underneath the blankets.

02:54:00.340 --> 02:54:05.279
She closes the book, smiles, and insists that
the story has a happy ending.

02:54:05.279 --> 02:54:09.119
This does nothing to ease the growing specter
of fear stretching out over the boy.

02:54:09.119 --> 02:54:14.319
Could the big bad wolf be waiting outside
his window, watching him with those red, ravenous,

02:54:14.319 --> 02:54:15.319
eyes?

02:54:15.319 --> 02:54:17.680
Would the window really keep such a monster
at bay?

02:54:17.680 --> 02:54:20.170
He doesn’t feel so sure…

02:54:20.170 --> 02:54:23.909
The little boy’s mother kisses him on the
forehead and tells him that if he needs anything,

02:54:23.909 --> 02:54:26.069
she and his father are just down the hall.

02:54:26.069 --> 02:54:29.819
He’s been having nightmares lately, but
that’s all they are.

02:54:29.819 --> 02:54:30.819
Nightmares.

02:54:30.819 --> 02:54:32.159
All in his head.

02:54:32.159 --> 02:54:34.080
Nothing in there could actually hurt him.

02:54:34.080 --> 02:54:38.960
He’s alone now, shivering in bed, trying
to focus on the light of his tiny night light

02:54:38.960 --> 02:54:44.420
plugged into his wall, a little glowing friend
that will watch over him and keep him safe.

02:54:44.420 --> 02:54:47.560
His mom and dad got it for him when he told
them he was afraid of the dark.

02:54:47.560 --> 02:54:51.040
But there’s still a lot more dark in this
room than light.

02:54:51.040 --> 02:54:55.399
His closet door suddenly creaks open and he
bites his tongue to stifle a scream.

02:54:55.399 --> 02:54:59.790
It’s an old door, it opens by itself sometimes,
“there’s nothing to worry about, nothing

02:54:59.790 --> 02:55:00.880
to worry about at all.”

02:55:00.880 --> 02:55:04.710
It’s a mantra his parents had drilled into
him on prior instances when this door had

02:55:04.710 --> 02:55:05.740
creaked open.

02:55:05.740 --> 02:55:09.380
Even in the dark, the little boy can make
out something.

02:55:09.380 --> 02:55:15.229
It looks like one of the many other shadows
created by his night light, but it’s different.

02:55:15.229 --> 02:55:19.790
Something darker than the dark, and it’s
moving, sliding out of his closet.

02:55:19.790 --> 02:55:22.989
A fog shaped like some unknowable creature.

02:55:22.989 --> 02:55:26.499
“There’s nothing to worry about, nothing
to worry about at all,” he tells himself

02:55:26.499 --> 02:55:28.600
over and over again.

02:55:28.600 --> 02:55:33.579
The fog leaves the closet entirely and it
starts getting closer to the boy’s bed.

02:55:33.579 --> 02:55:37.969
As it rises up from the floor the boy can
see something in the fog.

02:55:37.969 --> 02:55:39.439
He can see eyes.

02:55:39.439 --> 02:55:42.640
Big, glowing, hungry eyes.

02:55:42.640 --> 02:55:47.530
Like the eyes of a big, bad wolf, ready to
eat him alive.

02:55:47.530 --> 02:55:51.039
He opens his mouth to scream, but only a yawn
comes out.

02:55:51.039 --> 02:55:55.410
He wants to get up and run to his parents’
room down the hall, but his body feels so

02:55:55.410 --> 02:55:58.220
heavy, his movements so slow and sluggish.

02:55:58.220 --> 02:56:03.069
He can’t move and the eyes of the monster
made of dark keep getting closer.

02:56:03.069 --> 02:56:06.570
“There’s nothing to worry about, nothing
to…

02:56:06.570 --> 02:56:07.570
Mom…

02:56:07.570 --> 02:56:08.570
Dad…

02:56:08.570 --> 02:56:10.930
Please, help me…”

02:56:10.930 --> 02:56:16.039
All he can do is think about screaming, not
actually make any noise, as his eyes shut

02:56:16.039 --> 02:56:19.250
and he drifts off into the land of dreams…

02:56:19.250 --> 02:56:24.260
He opens his eyes to find that he’s standing
in a dark and endless forest.

02:56:24.260 --> 02:56:28.260
The trees are tall, extending up into a black
and starless sky.

02:56:28.260 --> 02:56:34.930
But there’s something wrong with them: Bodies,
hundreds of them, old and dessicated, are

02:56:34.930 --> 02:56:40.020
speared onto their branches, their faces locked
into what looks like permanent, silent screams.

02:56:40.020 --> 02:56:44.459
A thick, viscous black liquid drips from some
of the bodies, pooling into what looks like

02:56:44.459 --> 02:56:46.990
puddles of tar around his feet.

02:56:46.990 --> 02:56:50.600
When he looks down, he sees that he’s wearing
strange, old-fashioned clothes.

02:56:50.600 --> 02:56:52.960
His shirt is bright red.

02:56:52.960 --> 02:56:55.859
There’s a low, bassy growling behind him.

02:56:55.859 --> 02:56:56.859
Like thunder.

02:56:56.859 --> 02:56:59.749
Like a rumbling earthquake.

02:56:59.749 --> 02:57:01.529
Primal and deadly.

02:57:01.529 --> 02:57:04.640
He can feel it vibrating in his bones.

02:57:04.640 --> 02:57:09.380
Moving slowly, as though he was underwater,
he turns and sees the beast looming behind

02:57:09.380 --> 02:57:10.380
him.

02:57:10.380 --> 02:57:16.340
A giant, wolf-like monster made from shadows,
teeth cut from jagged black glass, eyes glowing

02:57:16.340 --> 02:57:17.340
and hungry.

02:57:17.340 --> 02:57:21.569
He’s never been so terrified in his life
as he is right now, standing in front of this

02:57:21.569 --> 02:57:25.500
monster that seemed to be the literal embodiment
of fear.

02:57:25.500 --> 02:57:27.709
The embodiment of deep, animal terror.

02:57:27.709 --> 02:57:31.720
The beast that haunts the dreams of every
frightened boy and girl.

02:57:31.720 --> 02:57:35.340
It growls again and he begins to run.

02:57:35.340 --> 02:57:39.959
But it’s not real running, it’s dream
running as if the gravity were too strong.

02:57:39.959 --> 02:57:42.649
Slow and cumbersome through the thick, confining
air.

02:57:42.649 --> 02:57:47.739
He keeps pushing through the resistance all
around him, but the wolf made of shadows can

02:57:47.739 --> 02:57:48.739
quickly.

02:57:48.739 --> 02:57:52.439
It weaves through the trees, it’s mouth
dripping wet with hunger, its eyes emitting

02:57:52.439 --> 02:57:55.800
a dim glow like the night light back in his
bedroom.

02:57:55.800 --> 02:58:00.869
He runs for what feels like hours, tears streaking
down his cheeks, until finally, he can see

02:58:00.869 --> 02:58:05.160
salvation in the distance: A house standing
in the middle of a clearing in the woods.

02:58:05.160 --> 02:58:08.739
But not just any house, it’s his house.

02:58:08.739 --> 02:58:12.149
In the logic of the dream, he knew that his
mom and dad would be inside.

02:58:12.149 --> 02:58:13.149
They’d help him.

02:58:13.149 --> 02:58:14.709
They’d keep him safe from the monster.

02:58:14.709 --> 02:58:16.180
He just needs to get there.

02:58:16.180 --> 02:58:18.069
He just needs to survive.

02:58:18.069 --> 02:58:22.689
He finally reaches the front door and tries
to open it but it’s locked, so he hammers

02:58:22.689 --> 02:58:26.329
his fists against the wood, screaming and
crying for his parents.

02:58:26.329 --> 02:58:30.220
He looks over his shoulder and sees the shadow
wolf charging towards him through the darkness

02:58:30.220 --> 02:58:35.250
of the woods, its huge dark feet hitting the
ground with the speed and force of gunshots.

02:58:35.250 --> 02:58:37.989
Getting closer, and closer, and closer…

02:58:37.989 --> 02:58:42.860
With one final desperate pound of his fist,
the door to his home finally swings open,

02:58:42.860 --> 02:58:44.729
and he falls through.

02:58:44.729 --> 02:58:50.569
The door closes behind him as he hits the
floor and the sound of the wolf is gone.

02:58:50.569 --> 02:58:55.460
He gets up and looks out of a nearby window
to see that there’s no forest outside, just

02:58:55.460 --> 02:58:58.670
his neighborhood again, underneath a starless
sky.

02:58:58.670 --> 02:59:03.350
He looks down and sees he’s not wearing
those strange, old-fashioned clothes anymore,

02:59:03.350 --> 02:59:05.790
just the same pyjamas he’d worn to bed.

02:59:05.790 --> 02:59:07.520
Are things back to normal now?

02:59:07.520 --> 02:59:09.890
Had it all been a dream?

02:59:09.890 --> 02:59:12.979
He tries a nearby light switch, but nothing
happens.

02:59:12.979 --> 02:59:13.979
Still dark.

02:59:13.979 --> 02:59:20.109
That dread comes creeping back in, if it had
been a dream, what did that make this?

02:59:20.109 --> 02:59:25.290
He starts making his way up the stairs, calling
out to his mom and dad, but there’s no response.

02:59:25.290 --> 02:59:29.500
He climbs further, walking down the hallway
towards their bedroom door.

02:59:29.500 --> 02:59:34.130
The hallway seems so much longer than he remembered
it, but for some reason, he never stops to

02:59:34.130 --> 02:59:35.810
question the discrepancy.

02:59:35.810 --> 02:59:38.850
He just wants his mother and father.

02:59:38.850 --> 02:59:43.620
Not long after, the little boy reaches the
door to his parents’ bedroom and opens it.

02:59:43.620 --> 02:59:48.590
The room is so dark, but he can make out their
forms lying in the bed.

02:59:48.590 --> 02:59:52.450
He approaches, calling for them again, but
there’s no response.

02:59:52.450 --> 02:59:57.869
Instead he just hears an awful wheezing sound
- like air being let out of a balloon.

02:59:57.869 --> 03:00:02.820
When his eyes adjust to the dark, he sees
that something is terribly wrong with both

03:00:02.820 --> 03:00:07.899
of his parents: They’re now old and thin,
with sickly, yellowing skin hanging from their

03:00:07.899 --> 03:00:08.899
bones.

03:00:08.899 --> 03:00:13.439
Their eyes, milky with cataracts, are set
deep in their jaundiced faces.

03:00:13.439 --> 03:00:16.130
The mere sight of them forces a gasp out of
him.

03:00:16.130 --> 03:00:19.020
Their heads slowly turn with audible crunches.

03:00:19.020 --> 03:00:23.210
Their chests rise and fall in those same slow,
mechanical exhalations.

03:00:23.210 --> 03:00:26.140
They both look like life hurts for them now.

03:00:26.140 --> 03:00:28.510
The little boy begins to cry.

03:00:28.510 --> 03:00:33.340
They beckon him closer, wanting to comfort
him, but he’s too terrified of their appearance

03:00:33.340 --> 03:00:35.970
to take a single step towards them.

03:00:35.970 --> 03:00:41.119
His mother opens her thin-lipped mouth, revealing
rotten teeth, and says…

03:00:41.119 --> 03:00:42.119
“Sweetheart…

03:00:42.119 --> 03:00:46.880
I’m so sorry, but mommy and daddy can’t
take care of you anymore.

03:00:46.880 --> 03:00:51.080
We can’t even be here for much longer, we
need to go.

03:00:51.080 --> 03:00:54.390
I’m sorry that we don’t have more time…”

03:00:54.390 --> 03:00:58.760
The little boy can see his parents ageing
by the second, getting thinner and frailer

03:00:58.760 --> 03:01:00.449
and sicker right in front of him.

03:01:00.449 --> 03:01:05.420
His pity and fear outweighs his revulsion,
and he steps forward to embrace them.

03:01:05.420 --> 03:01:07.659
They’re so terribly cold.

03:01:07.659 --> 03:01:12.720
He grips his mother’s hand, but he can feel
the bones turning to dust inside her paper-thin

03:01:12.720 --> 03:01:13.720
skin.

03:01:13.720 --> 03:01:17.950
“It’s going to be okay, darling,” she
whispers, her voice hoarse and brittle in

03:01:17.950 --> 03:01:19.229
her final moments.

03:01:19.229 --> 03:01:22.569
“Your grandmother will take care of you
from now on…”

03:01:22.569 --> 03:01:25.430
That’s when he hears it behind him again.

03:01:25.430 --> 03:01:29.130
That terrible low rumble, the primal growl.

03:01:29.130 --> 03:01:35.840
As his parents both turn to dust in their
bed, he turns and sees the monster, the same

03:01:35.840 --> 03:01:39.350
wolf made of shadows, filling up the doorway.

03:01:39.350 --> 03:01:44.249
It seems even bigger in here, bulging through
the doorway, thick, black saliva dripping

03:01:44.249 --> 03:01:46.689
from its obsidian fangs.

03:01:46.689 --> 03:01:50.561
He tries to repeat that same mantra to himself,
“There’s nothing to worry about, nothing

03:01:50.561 --> 03:01:51.739
to worry about at all.”

03:01:51.739 --> 03:01:57.640
But suddenly, he’s short of breath, as an
immense, shadowy claw closes around his torso.

03:01:57.640 --> 03:02:01.420
It lifts him up off the ground, until he can
feel the beast’s breath on his face.

03:02:01.420 --> 03:02:03.640
But it isn’t hot, like it should be.

03:02:03.640 --> 03:02:07.649
It’s freezing, like a gust of wind in the
deep snow.

03:02:07.649 --> 03:02:13.439
With a deep, commanding voice, the monster
says, “Only lucky children get to wake up

03:02:13.439 --> 03:02:16.270
from a dream like this.

03:02:16.270 --> 03:02:19.970
And not everyone can be lucky…”

03:02:19.970 --> 03:02:25.939
All he can do is scream when the wolf’s
jaws close around his head, but not a soul

03:02:25.939 --> 03:02:27.069
can hear him.

03:02:27.069 --> 03:02:33.430
He’s swallowed up into the darkness of the
monster, and soon, he’s nothing at all.

03:02:33.430 --> 03:02:38.640
In the waking world, the sun rises, morning
birds caw and tweet.

03:02:38.640 --> 03:02:40.140
Alarms go off.

03:02:40.140 --> 03:02:44.199
But when the little boy’s mother checks
his bed that morning, it’s empty.

03:02:44.199 --> 03:02:47.170
He’s vanished, without a trace.

03:02:47.170 --> 03:02:50.840
In the panic of the days, weeks, and months
that follow, in the extensive search that

03:02:50.840 --> 03:02:54.590
turns up nothing, and that unlucky little
boy was never seen again.

03:02:54.590 --> 03:03:00.450
It never even occurs to his parents to ask:
“Did we leave that closet door open?”

03:03:00.450 --> 03:03:02.399
Did you suffer from bad dreams as a child?

03:03:02.399 --> 03:03:03.439
Night terrors?

03:03:03.439 --> 03:03:07.680
There’s no shame in it; it’s not an uncommon
affliction, after all.

03:03:07.680 --> 03:03:11.449
Perhaps there’s a hazy, half-formed memory
in your mind of waking up screaming when your

03:03:11.449 --> 03:03:15.640
parents’ turned on the lights, comforting
you, telling you that it was just a bad dream

03:03:15.640 --> 03:03:16.859
and nothing more.

03:03:16.859 --> 03:03:19.710
But what if it wasn’t?

03:03:19.710 --> 03:03:23.550
What if it was SCP-080?

03:03:23.550 --> 03:03:28.240
This vaporous entity, nicknamed the “Dark
Form” by some who have worked with it, is

03:03:28.240 --> 03:03:32.761
every child’s worst nightmare - And, if
you give it a chance, every adult’s worst

03:03:32.761 --> 03:03:34.249
nightmare, too.

03:03:34.249 --> 03:03:39.130
That’s because this black, smoke-like figure
has the anomalous ability to induce extreme

03:03:39.130 --> 03:03:43.029
drowsiness in anyone who spends more than
half an hour near it in the dark.

03:03:43.029 --> 03:03:47.369
Shortly after falling asleep, if nobody comes
in and rescues the victim by turning on the

03:03:47.369 --> 03:03:51.829
lights, they will experience the most horrible
nightmares you can possibly imagine.

03:03:51.829 --> 03:03:56.749
So horrible, in fact, that those who have
suffered these nightmares and survive often

03:03:56.749 --> 03:04:00.920
experience irreperable, lifelong psychological
trauma.

03:04:00.920 --> 03:04:04.560
And in the grand scheme of things, those are
still the lucky ones.

03:04:04.560 --> 03:04:09.279
If you’re unlucky, like the little boy who
vanished from his bed, you’ll disappear

03:04:09.279 --> 03:04:14.050
forever - Consumed by SCP-080.

03:04:14.050 --> 03:04:18.539
The creature itself is difficult to properly
see, due to its lack of consistent form and

03:04:18.539 --> 03:04:22.050
due to the fact that it only appears in the
darkness, but those who have witnessed it

03:04:22.050 --> 03:04:27.520
can only seem to remember one key detail:
Glowing eyes in the smoke.

03:04:27.520 --> 03:04:32.439
Because of its preference for dark places,
SCP-080 often takes refuge in closets and

03:04:32.439 --> 03:04:35.590
under the bed, where it can vanish out of
sight.

03:04:35.590 --> 03:04:40.439
Bright light automatically causes the creature
to disappear and manifest elsewhere, and therefore,

03:04:40.439 --> 03:04:44.420
should you start feeling unusually drowsy
in the dark, turning on the lights is the

03:04:44.420 --> 03:04:46.260
best thing to do.

03:04:46.260 --> 03:04:50.329
But these must be bright lights, the soft
glow of a standard children’s night light

03:04:50.329 --> 03:04:53.340
is not powerful enough to ward off the creature.

03:04:53.340 --> 03:04:58.909
The SCP Foundation conducted a series of experiments,
hoping to see whether SCP-080 had any kind

03:04:58.909 --> 03:05:03.760
of real physical body, and if it was possible
for human beings to safely interact with it.

03:05:03.760 --> 03:05:08.170
In the first of these experiments, a 19-year-old
male D-Class was sent into the chamber to

03:05:08.170 --> 03:05:10.709
interact with SCP-080.

03:05:10.709 --> 03:05:15.720
Unsurprisingly, he immediately became extremely
distressed upon seeing the figure with glowing

03:05:15.720 --> 03:05:17.880
eyes forming in the dark.

03:05:17.880 --> 03:05:21.529
He described it as being human-shaped, but
far too big to be a human.

03:05:21.529 --> 03:05:25.659
He begged to be released from the chamber,
but by this point, he’d already started

03:05:25.659 --> 03:05:28.459
yawning and the drowsiness was setting in.

03:05:28.459 --> 03:05:32.640
The researchers running the experiment wanted
to see what would happen next though, and

03:05:32.640 --> 03:05:37.249
eventually his pleas to be released fell silent
as he drifted off to sleep.

03:05:37.249 --> 03:05:42.140
When guards were finally sent in to check
on him they found… nothing at all.

03:05:42.140 --> 03:05:43.300
Nothing remained of the D-Class.

03:05:43.300 --> 03:05:47.780
He’d been consumed by SCP-080, just like
so many others.

03:05:47.780 --> 03:05:53.500
Next, a thirty year old female D-Class was
sent into SCP-080’s chamber.

03:05:53.500 --> 03:05:57.409
When she was able to make out the vaporous
form with the glowing eyes, she was instructed

03:05:57.409 --> 03:05:59.369
to try and physically touch it.

03:05:59.369 --> 03:06:04.250
She followed the orders, however, upon touching
the entity directly, she immediately fell

03:06:04.250 --> 03:06:05.260
unconscious.

03:06:05.260 --> 03:06:08.970
She was quickly retrieved from the room since
The Foundation wanted to make sure they could

03:06:08.970 --> 03:06:13.640
interview her rather than letting SCP-080
consume her.

03:06:13.640 --> 03:06:17.350
According to a physical exam given to her
by the Foundation medics, she’d experienced

03:06:17.350 --> 03:06:18.840
no physical effects.

03:06:18.840 --> 03:06:22.200
Her mind, on the other hand, was a very different
story.

03:06:22.200 --> 03:06:26.949
She’d vacillate wildly between a state of
borderline catatonia and extreme paranoid

03:06:26.949 --> 03:06:27.949
distress.

03:06:27.949 --> 03:06:31.420
In a debriefing meeting with a Foundation
researcher, she had difficulty recounting

03:06:31.420 --> 03:06:35.979
what exactly had happened during her test
with SCP-080.

03:06:35.979 --> 03:06:40.199
When she did begin to recollect, she started
screaming in terror, and yelling about how

03:06:40.199 --> 03:06:42.910
they would try to take her back to the monster.

03:06:42.910 --> 03:06:48.069
Then, without warning, she leaped across the
table and began to attack the researcher,

03:06:48.069 --> 03:06:52.569
forcing the attending guards to intervene,
and unfortunately, they were forced to terminate

03:06:52.569 --> 03:06:53.569
her.

03:06:53.569 --> 03:06:56.550
It seemed as though this was always the intended
effect of her outburst.

03:06:56.550 --> 03:07:02.449
She preferred death from a Foundation guard
over experiencing SCP-080 again.

03:07:02.449 --> 03:07:07.209
The testing continued though, and a third
subject was sent into the room: A 24-year-old

03:07:07.209 --> 03:07:11.569
D-Class male, dosed on a powerful amphetamine
to hopefully ward off the drowsiness-inducing

03:07:11.569 --> 03:07:13.560
effects of SCP-080.

03:07:13.560 --> 03:07:18.680
This didn’t appear to work though, and over
time, the same sleepiness started to set in.

03:07:18.680 --> 03:07:23.290
The amphetamine, however, still caused elevated
levels of aggression, and the D-Class began

03:07:23.290 --> 03:07:25.350
to express violent intent towards SCP-080.

03:07:25.350 --> 03:07:31.459
He approached the vaporous mass and attempted
to strike it, but when his fist touched the

03:07:31.459 --> 03:07:33.750
entity he immediately collapsed.

03:07:33.750 --> 03:07:38.430
When his body was retrieved, it was found
that he died of a sudden massive heart attack.

03:07:38.430 --> 03:07:42.949
During the autopsy, as Foundation staff examined
his body, they reported feeling a profound

03:07:42.949 --> 03:07:46.869
sense of discomfort and unease, as though
they were being watched.

03:07:46.869 --> 03:07:53.069
The retrieval team also reported feeling acutely
aware of SCP-080 watching them as they exited

03:07:53.069 --> 03:07:56.010
the chamber with the final D-Class’ body.

03:07:56.010 --> 03:08:00.739
The mere presence of SCP-080 then started
causing problems for some staff members at

03:08:00.739 --> 03:08:02.140
the containment site.

03:08:02.140 --> 03:08:07.279
The researchers assigned to SCP-080 reported
strange and unsettling dreams and that they

03:08:07.279 --> 03:08:12.539
were occurring at an unusually frequent level,
disrupting their sleep patterns and, by extension,

03:08:12.539 --> 03:08:14.390
their work performance.

03:08:14.390 --> 03:08:19.260
This led to them discovering the possibility
that SCP-080 may have some kind of hazardous

03:08:19.260 --> 03:08:25.140
memetic effect that can linger among its victims
even when they aren’t in its direct proximity.

03:08:25.140 --> 03:08:29.290
After the lead researcher on the team walked
into traffic and sadly passed away, it was

03:08:29.290 --> 03:08:34.529
made mandatory for all staff members working
in SCP-080’s sector to keep comprehensive

03:08:34.529 --> 03:08:39.840
dream journals, so that the emergence of patterns
of violent or unsettling dreams could be detected

03:08:39.840 --> 03:08:44.390
before things got too out of hand - just like
they had with the lead researcher.

03:08:44.390 --> 03:08:49.510
However, the lead researcher would not be
the last to lose his life to SCP-080.

03:08:49.510 --> 03:08:56.220
Two researchers stood just beyond the blackout
curtains, observing SCP-080 for forty minutes,

03:08:56.220 --> 03:09:01.649
believing that the divider would keep them
safe from SCP-080’s negative anomalous effects.

03:09:01.649 --> 03:09:03.630
They were terribly wrong.

03:09:03.630 --> 03:09:07.689
Both apparently fell asleep in the observation
area, and when another researcher later entered

03:09:07.689 --> 03:09:11.199
the room, they discovered that their bodies
were gone.

03:09:11.199 --> 03:09:15.609
However, strangely enough, everyone working
in that sector of the site found that they

03:09:15.609 --> 03:09:18.770
did have a better night’s sleep after the
incident.

03:09:18.770 --> 03:09:24.560
Staff were reminded to exercise maximum caution
whenever interfacing with SCP-080.

03:09:24.560 --> 03:09:28.779
Their direct exposure should never exceed
thirty minutes under any circumstances - Even

03:09:28.779 --> 03:09:34.470
the section of staff members that, for some
reason, are completely unable to see SCP-080

03:09:34.470 --> 03:09:37.919
and appear to somehow be immune to its effects.

03:09:37.919 --> 03:09:40.630
Considering the fact that everyone around
the site started feeling better after the

03:09:40.630 --> 03:09:45.050
strange incident concerning the two missing
researchers, researchers have sought 05 Council

03:09:45.050 --> 03:09:49.050
permission to “feed” a D-Class to the
monster once a month in order to negate the

03:09:49.050 --> 03:09:52.499
damaging effects it has on site staff mental
health.

03:09:52.499 --> 03:09:56.869
Despite the protests of the ethics committee,
a member of the council approved the measure.

03:09:56.869 --> 03:10:02.380
SCP-080 is contained in a 4 meter by 4 meter
room with a smaller antechamber located on

03:10:02.380 --> 03:10:07.979
the south wall for easy research access; there’s
also an observation room on the north wall,

03:10:07.979 --> 03:10:13.590
separated with black-out curtains to prevent
light from getting in and dispersing SCP-080.

03:10:13.590 --> 03:10:18.699
Containment procedures dictate that SCP-080
should never, under any circumstances, be

03:10:18.699 --> 03:10:20.369
removed from the chamber.

03:10:20.369 --> 03:10:23.449
Any light-producing devices are also forbidden.

03:10:23.449 --> 03:10:27.380
While the Foundation currently has this monster
under lock and key, all it would take is a

03:10:27.380 --> 03:10:32.149
stray ray of light to free it once more, which
has warranted it being given the Euclid containment

03:10:32.149 --> 03:10:33.159
class.

03:10:33.159 --> 03:10:37.930
All members of staff are also kindly reminded
to stop referring to this creature as “The

03:10:37.930 --> 03:10:39.010
Boogeyman.”

03:10:39.010 --> 03:10:43.140
After all, there’s a lot of power in giving
a fear-manipulating creature a name like that,

03:10:43.140 --> 03:10:49.880
and the last thing we want is SCP-080 having
more power than it already has…

03:10:49.880 --> 03:10:58.359
Now go and watch another entry from the classified
files of Dr. Bob, like “SCP-1471 MalO ver1.0.0”

03:10:58.359 --> 03:11:02.329
for another SCP won’t leave you alone once
it has you in its sights.

03:11:02.329 --> 03:11:06.550
And make sure you subscribe and turn on notifications,
so you don’t miss a single anomaly, as we

03:11:06.550 --> 03:11:11.770
delve further and further into the SCP Foundation’s
classified archives.

03:11:11.770 --> 03:11:17.720
A construction worker puts the final nail
into the wall of the room he’s working on.

03:11:17.720 --> 03:11:20.220
He stands up and admires his work.

03:11:20.220 --> 03:11:24.680
This is going to be a beautiful hotel one
day, a true triumph for not just him, but

03:11:24.680 --> 03:11:29.160
the entire country, and he’s proud that
he got to play a small part in its construction.

03:11:29.160 --> 03:11:33.039
He starts to pack up his tools, there’s
plenty more rooms that need work.

03:11:33.039 --> 03:11:36.489
It’s a massive structure that will ultimately
hold thousands.

03:11:36.489 --> 03:11:38.350
What a modern marvel.

03:11:38.350 --> 03:11:41.970
As he finishes putting away his tools, he
notices something.

03:11:41.970 --> 03:11:46.579
Through the still doorless frame, he sees
someone walk by in the hallway.

03:11:46.579 --> 03:11:49.569
Normally he wouldn’t think anything of it,
there’s plenty of other people working on

03:11:49.569 --> 03:11:52.619
this floor of the hotel, but there’s something
about this woman…

03:11:52.619 --> 03:11:54.130
could it be?

03:11:54.130 --> 03:11:56.079
No, it’s not possible.

03:11:56.079 --> 03:11:58.319
He takes out his wallet and opens it.

03:11:58.319 --> 03:12:02.209
Inside is a faded photograph of the construction
worker when he was still a young man, barely

03:12:02.209 --> 03:12:03.899
more than a boy really.

03:12:03.899 --> 03:12:08.350
Standing next to him in the picture is the
most beautiful woman he had ever known.

03:12:08.350 --> 03:12:12.680
She was his first true friend, his best friend,
and he always hoped that maybe it would turn

03:12:12.680 --> 03:12:13.680
into something more.

03:12:13.680 --> 03:12:18.999
They grew up together, shared so many experiences,
but then ultimately they were separated and

03:12:18.999 --> 03:12:20.039
lost touch.

03:12:20.039 --> 03:12:24.749
He was never able to find her again, but as
the picture in his wallet shows, he never

03:12:24.749 --> 03:12:26.529
stopped thinking about her.

03:12:26.529 --> 03:12:28.539
Could it really be her though?

03:12:28.539 --> 03:12:30.810
He runs into the hallway and calls out.

03:12:30.810 --> 03:12:33.350
The woman stops at the end of the hallway
and turns around.

03:12:33.350 --> 03:12:36.880
She’s carrying a tall stack of boxes that
are blocking her face.

03:12:36.880 --> 03:12:40.699
She sets them down and he sees… that it
really is her!

03:12:40.699 --> 03:12:45.209
They run towards each other, laughing like
children, like the way they used to, and embrace

03:12:45.209 --> 03:12:47.109
in the middle of the hall.

03:12:47.109 --> 03:12:49.220
He can’t believe it, it’s been so many
years!

03:12:49.220 --> 03:12:51.739
He never thought he would see her again.

03:12:51.739 --> 03:12:52.949
How long has it been?

03:12:52.949 --> 03:12:55.130
“Too long,” she tells him.

03:12:55.130 --> 03:12:57.369
He can’t believe how little she’s changed.

03:12:57.369 --> 03:13:01.300
The years have hardly taken any toll on her,
she’s just as lovely and beautiful as that

03:13:01.300 --> 03:13:03.460
last day he saw her.

03:13:03.460 --> 03:13:07.199
He asks her where she’s been, what she’s
been doing, is she… married?

03:13:07.199 --> 03:13:11.399
She tells him no, and that after they lost
touch, she feels like she has just been looking

03:13:11.399 --> 03:13:15.209
for him, waiting for the day she would randomly
see him pass by on the street, so that they

03:13:15.209 --> 03:13:16.510
could reconnect.

03:13:16.510 --> 03:13:19.470
She just never thought it would happen that
they’d be working in the same place at the

03:13:19.470 --> 03:13:20.619
same time.

03:13:20.619 --> 03:13:22.750
The construction worker can’t believe it
either.

03:13:22.750 --> 03:13:26.300
They both start to ask each other something
at the same time, but then stop and laugh

03:13:26.300 --> 03:13:27.620
at speaking over each other.

03:13:27.620 --> 03:13:32.029
“You go first” he tells her, “no you”
she responds with a laugh.

03:13:32.029 --> 03:13:34.670
Just then they’re both interrupted by the
sound of a whistle.

03:13:34.670 --> 03:13:36.300
The work is finished for the day.

03:13:36.300 --> 03:13:39.409
That’s the signal to pack up and go home.

03:13:39.409 --> 03:13:42.649
The construction worker tells her to wait
there, he just has to go grab his tools and

03:13:42.649 --> 03:13:44.729
then the two of them can go down together.

03:13:44.729 --> 03:13:47.689
But as he turns to leave she reaches out and
grabs his hand.

03:13:47.689 --> 03:13:49.159
“Wait” she tells him.

03:13:49.159 --> 03:13:50.989
He stops and turns back to her.

03:13:50.989 --> 03:13:54.739
“It’s ok” he tells her, “I’ll be
right back” but she doesn’t seem to want

03:13:54.739 --> 03:13:56.319
to let go of his hand.

03:13:56.319 --> 03:13:58.330
“Please, not yet” she tells him.

03:13:58.330 --> 03:14:00.149
“I just want you to stay with me.”

03:14:00.149 --> 03:14:01.240
He looks down at his hand.

03:14:01.240 --> 03:14:03.880
She’s gripping him so tight that it starts
to hurt a little.

03:14:03.880 --> 03:14:07.409
“Really, I’ll just be a second,” he
tells her, “then we can go somewhere and

03:14:07.409 --> 03:14:08.539
catch up.”

03:14:08.539 --> 03:14:10.529
But still she won’t let go of his hand.

03:14:10.529 --> 03:14:15.630
“I need you” she tells him.She steps close
to him, pressing her body against his.

03:14:15.630 --> 03:14:19.520
She closes her eyes and opens her mouth and
he feels himself doing the same.

03:14:19.520 --> 03:14:23.229
“I’ve always needed you…” she says
as their mouths are about to meet.

03:14:23.229 --> 03:14:24.260
“I need you forever.”

03:14:24.260 --> 03:14:29.209
The construction worker screams as the tiny
tendrils emerge from the woman’s body and

03:14:29.209 --> 03:14:30.779
plunge into his flesh.

03:14:30.779 --> 03:14:36.069
He opens his eyes to see the girl he once
knew morphing into a writhing mass of fibers,

03:14:36.069 --> 03:14:37.760
each reaching out towards him.

03:14:37.760 --> 03:14:42.090
A long tentacle-like appendage wraps itself
around his legs before whipping up and around

03:14:42.090 --> 03:14:47.859
his body, constraining him, as a second tentacle
wraps around his head, stifling his screams,

03:14:47.859 --> 03:14:51.079
before popping his head off of his body.

03:14:51.079 --> 03:14:52.079
North Korea…

03:14:52.079 --> 03:14:55.329
it’s a country that’s shrouded
in mystery, whose government, culture, and

03:14:55.329 --> 03:14:58.119
day to day life is a black box to many foreigners.

03:14:58.119 --> 03:15:02.770
But there’s another secret inside, one that
even the SCP Foundation is desperate to get

03:15:02.770 --> 03:15:08.399
to the bottom of, one that they know as SCP-031.

03:15:08.399 --> 03:15:13.420
SCP-031 is a massive organism, estimated to
weigh more than 7,500 kilograms, that can

03:15:13.420 --> 03:15:16.060
currently be found in a very surprising location…

03:15:16.060 --> 03:15:18.920
the Ryugyong Hotel which is located in Pyongyang,

03:15:18.920 --> 03:15:22.109
the capital of Democratic People's Republic
of Korea.

03:15:22.109 --> 03:15:25.939
The giant creature lives within the ductwork
and maintenance infrastructure of the building

03:15:25.939 --> 03:15:28.959
where it has spread to all 105 floors of the
hotel.

03:15:28.959 --> 03:15:34.279
Each of its many tendrils ends in a pod-like
growth called a sporocarp, which are approximately

03:15:34.279 --> 03:15:38.470
two meters in length and covered in many cilia-like
structures.

03:15:38.470 --> 03:15:41.590
Subjects have reported that when in the presence
of these sporocarp, they don’t see them

03:15:41.590 --> 03:15:46.020
as the writhing mass of organic matter that
they really are, but rather as an individual

03:15:46.020 --> 03:15:51.149
from their past, often with one whom they
shared an intense emotional attachment.

03:15:51.149 --> 03:15:54.749
When taking this form, the sporocarp will
try to convince the subject to remain with

03:15:54.749 --> 03:15:56.880
them for an extended period of time.

03:15:56.880 --> 03:16:01.409
The sporocarp will then attempt to make physical
contact with the subject, and if successful,

03:16:01.409 --> 03:16:06.300
its cilia-like structures will begin injecting
digestive juices directly into the subject.

03:16:06.300 --> 03:16:10.239
This will lead to the start of a process that
will eventually cause their flesh to be broken

03:16:10.239 --> 03:16:15.720
down, consumed, and then incorporated into
SCP-031’s body mass.

03:16:15.720 --> 03:16:19.850
Unfortunately for the victim, this horrific
process does not kill them.

03:16:19.850 --> 03:16:24.499
At the same time they are being digested,
a flagellum, which is a tentacle-like appendage,

03:16:24.499 --> 03:16:28.489
will emerge from the sporocarp and wrap around
the subject’s head.

03:16:28.489 --> 03:16:32.930
This flagellum has its own set of tiny tendrils
that penetrate the cranial cavity and replace

03:16:32.930 --> 03:16:36.850
the victim’s brain's blood vessels, which
has the effect of keeping the brain alive

03:16:36.850 --> 03:16:38.430
and functioning.

03:16:38.430 --> 03:16:42.170
The head is then removed from the body and
the brain is transported to the central mass

03:16:42.170 --> 03:16:47.970
of the SCP-031 organism, where it too is incorporated
into the creature.

03:16:47.970 --> 03:16:52.760
It is estimated by Foundation researchers
that SCP-031’s mass contains thousands of

03:16:52.760 --> 03:16:58.829
such brains, and by all appearances, they
are still alive… and conscious.

03:16:58.829 --> 03:17:04.689
The Foundation first became aware of SCP-031
in 1948, following reports of police activity

03:17:04.689 --> 03:17:09.590
in North Korea at a location where multiple
citizens had gathered near a refugee camp.

03:17:09.590 --> 03:17:13.149
Those gathered were proclaiming their love
for a cult-like leader they referred to as

03:17:13.149 --> 03:17:14.959
“The Beloved.”

03:17:14.959 --> 03:17:19.010
The civilians were able to be calmed through
the use of gas based tranquilizers and amnestics

03:17:19.010 --> 03:17:25.289
by Mobile Task Force Psi-7, who then recovered
a mass that would later be known as SCP-031

03:17:25.289 --> 03:17:28.159
and secured it at a local containment site.

03:17:28.159 --> 03:17:33.859
The SCP-031 creature only weighed 75 kilograms
at this time, and still had a vaguely human

03:17:33.859 --> 03:17:34.859
shape.

03:17:34.859 --> 03:17:38.659
It did not seem to be able to incorporate
other matter into its form at this point either,

03:17:38.659 --> 03:17:42.840
nor could it take on other people’s forms,
with its only anomalous effect seeming to

03:17:42.840 --> 03:17:46.979
be its ability to inspire intense feelings
of love and devotion.

03:17:46.979 --> 03:17:51.020
The breakout of the Korean War in 1950 led
to the destruction of the Foundation containment

03:17:51.020 --> 03:17:55.069
site, and all anomalies housed there escaped.

03:17:55.069 --> 03:17:59.619
Following the end of the war in 1953, all
of the escaped anomalies were accounted for,

03:17:59.619 --> 03:18:04.220
all except SCP-031, which was presumed dead.

03:18:04.220 --> 03:18:09.119
Little more thought was given to the terminated
anomaly until 1992, when the SCP Foundation

03:18:09.119 --> 03:18:14.010
caught wind of reports describing numerous
fatalities involving workers at the Ryugyong

03:18:14.010 --> 03:18:15.010
Hotel.

03:18:15.010 --> 03:18:18.590
A Mobile Task Force was sent to the hotel
to investigate further, but after none of

03:18:18.590 --> 03:18:22.459
the members returned from the mission, the
hotel was locked down and all construction

03:18:22.459 --> 03:18:24.869
was halted until further notice.

03:18:24.869 --> 03:18:29.710
By 2008, the increased infestation of the
still windowless hotel led to local officials

03:18:29.710 --> 03:18:33.180
starting construction again to finish the
building’s exterior and hopefully hide the

03:18:33.180 --> 03:18:38.449
presence of SCP-031 within, which led to the
deaths of even more workers.

03:18:38.449 --> 03:18:44.209
It’s estimated that at its peak infestation,
more than 75% of the hotel’s 3,000 rooms

03:18:44.209 --> 03:18:49.680
were infested by SCP-031, but reclamation
efforts have been able to reduce that number

03:18:49.680 --> 03:18:50.680
substantially.

03:18:50.680 --> 03:18:55.510
Flame projecting equipment is able to destroy
SCP-031 tendrils and sporocarps, as well as

03:18:55.510 --> 03:18:59.779
any personnel who have become assimilated
into SCP-031.

03:18:59.779 --> 03:19:04.069
Reclamation efforts are ongoing and local
officials continue to work with the SCP Foundation

03:19:04.069 --> 03:19:08.449
to facilitate the ultimate containment or
neutralization of the entity.

03:19:08.449 --> 03:19:11.169
But there’s one more strange twist to this
story.

03:19:11.169 --> 03:19:17.170
The more astute SCP experts may have noticed
the similarities to SCP-1427, a large slab

03:19:17.170 --> 03:19:22.970
of beryllium bronze with mind altering effects
that is also located within the Ryugyong Hotel.

03:19:22.970 --> 03:19:27.229
How is it that two anomalies, both of which
strongly impact the human brain, are both

03:19:27.229 --> 03:19:29.760
somehow housed at the same location?

03:19:29.760 --> 03:19:33.779
Some clues exist in the form of a classified
communication chain between two senior members

03:19:33.779 --> 03:19:35.729
of Foundation staff.

03:19:35.729 --> 03:19:39.619
The two discuss the obvious discrepancies
that exist when there are records of two anomalies

03:19:39.619 --> 03:19:44.600
both existing at the same place at the same
time, with neither file referencing the other.

03:19:44.600 --> 03:19:49.180
It leads to a strange paradox where for one
to exist, the other isn’t able to.

03:19:49.180 --> 03:19:51.720
And yet, they both do exist.

03:19:51.720 --> 03:19:59.479
Teams sent to investigate SCP-1427 will find
SCP-1427, and teams sent to investigate SCP-031

03:19:59.479 --> 03:20:05.869
will find SCP-031, and yet the first team
will have no memory of seeing SCP-031, and

03:20:05.869 --> 03:20:07.000
vice versa.

03:20:07.000 --> 03:20:10.579
When the teams were sent at the same time,
they were unable to find each other, as if

03:20:10.579 --> 03:20:14.350
they were existing in parallel dimensions,
each with its own version of the Ryugyong

03:20:14.350 --> 03:20:18.510
Hotel housing its own version of an SCP classified
anomaly.

03:20:18.510 --> 03:20:20.540
Do both anomalies exist?

03:20:20.540 --> 03:20:22.119
Or perhaps neither of them do?

03:20:22.119 --> 03:20:26.829
And both SCPs are in fact the result of a
third, as yet unknown anomaly?

03:20:26.829 --> 03:20:30.689
The answer to that question remains unknown,
at least to the two senior members of staff

03:20:30.689 --> 03:20:33.970
who were communicating about the contradictory
files.

03:20:33.970 --> 03:20:35.959
Both were relieved of their duties under…

03:20:35.959 --> 03:20:38.329
well… suspicious circumstances, and for

03:20:38.329 --> 03:20:43.189
the time being, both files continue to exist
in the database, just as both anomalies seem

03:20:43.189 --> 03:20:46.130
to exist in the Ryugyong Hotel.

03:20:46.130 --> 03:20:50.130
For now, this Euclid class anomaly continues
to be contained as well as it can be within

03:20:50.130 --> 03:20:53.040
the ducts and maintenance shafts of the Hotel’s
central spire.

03:20:53.040 --> 03:20:57.420
The three secondary spires each contain a
Type-9 Heaven's Blade Restriction System that

03:20:57.420 --> 03:21:01.300
focuses a disruptive energy field towards
the central spire.

03:21:01.300 --> 03:21:05.749
This system prevents SCP-031's psychic energies
from escaping the structure and affecting

03:21:05.749 --> 03:21:10.459
any off-site personnel, as North Korean teams
continue to push back against the spreading

03:21:10.459 --> 03:21:15.340
tendrils in the hopes that one day they will
finally be able to open the hotel.

03:21:15.340 --> 03:21:21.140
Now go and watch another entry from the files
of Dr. Bob, like SCP-024 Game Show of Death,

03:21:21.140 --> 03:21:25.970
for another anomalous location that is both
strange, and very, very dangerous.

03:21:25.970 --> 03:21:30.310
And make sure you subscribe and turn on notifications,
so you don’t miss a single anomaly, as we

03:21:30.310 --> 03:21:38.110
delve further and further into the SCP Foundation’s
classified archives.

03:21:38.110 --> 03:21:43.100
A violent storm rocks a merchant ship back
and forth.

03:21:43.100 --> 03:21:47.090
Huge waves roll over the deck and threaten
to capsize the vessel.

03:21:47.090 --> 03:21:53.600
A merchant sailor grips the railing, trying
with all his might not to be thrown overboard.

03:21:53.600 --> 03:21:56.459
With a loud twang a cable snaps loose.

03:21:56.459 --> 03:21:58.689
A hand suddenly grabs his shoulder.

03:21:58.689 --> 03:22:03.159
He turns around with a fright to see that
it's one of his shipmates.

03:22:03.159 --> 03:22:07.590
He points towards the bow of the ship and
yells over the roar of the storm that they

03:22:07.590 --> 03:22:09.229
need to try and repair it.

03:22:09.229 --> 03:22:13.569
The two men make their way to the front of
the ship and the sailor starts working to

03:22:13.569 --> 03:22:15.510
fix the broken cable.

03:22:15.510 --> 03:22:18.239
He looks up to see that his mate is no longer
working.

03:22:18.239 --> 03:22:22.479
He’s staring straight past him, and there’s
fear in his eyes.

03:22:22.479 --> 03:22:26.619
The sailor turns around to see a massive tentacle
sticking out of the sea.

03:22:26.619 --> 03:22:30.529
The huge appendage is mind boggling in its
size.

03:22:30.529 --> 03:22:35.430
He can only stand there, marveling at it,
until it begins violently smashing against

03:22:35.430 --> 03:22:37.020
the deck.

03:22:37.020 --> 03:22:41.170
The sailor dives out of the way just before
the tentacle crashes down right where he was

03:22:41.170 --> 03:22:42.170
standing…

03:22:42.170 --> 03:22:45.350
where his crewmate was still locked
in fear.

03:22:45.350 --> 03:22:51.000
The ship is in chaos as more tentacles appear
and slam the deck over and over.

03:22:51.000 --> 03:22:54.699
One cracks the deck right next to him, sending
him flying.

03:22:54.699 --> 03:22:57.720
He comes to moments later in a wreckage pile.

03:22:57.720 --> 03:22:59.810
Nothing else has changed though.

03:22:59.810 --> 03:23:03.770
Whatever this monster is, it's not stopping
its assault on the ship.

03:23:03.770 --> 03:23:08.600
The sailor stands up and picks up a sharpened
piece of wood from the pile he was lying in.

03:23:08.600 --> 03:23:13.430
He runs over to the nearest tentacle and thrusts
the sharpened stick into its flesh.

03:23:13.430 --> 03:23:17.819
There’s a mighty roar from the sea and the
tentacles stop their onslaught.

03:23:17.819 --> 03:23:21.590
They go limp before sliding into the sea.

03:23:21.590 --> 03:23:24.729
The sailor looks around at the carnage that’s
been wrought.

03:23:24.729 --> 03:23:27.109
Dead bodies and debris litter the deck.

03:23:27.109 --> 03:23:32.880
He moves to check on his crewmates when right
in front of him, bursting from the sea, is

03:23:32.880 --> 03:23:35.850
the head of the biggest squid he has ever
seen.

03:23:35.850 --> 03:23:39.649
A massive beast that must be a thousand meters
long.

03:23:39.649 --> 03:23:44.600
Whatever he had seen before of this creature,
was truly just the tip of the iceberg.

03:23:44.600 --> 03:23:48.789
With another roar the creature lifts up out
of the water and wraps its arms around the

03:23:48.789 --> 03:23:49.789
ship.

03:23:49.789 --> 03:23:55.020
The sailor only has time to duck down and
close his eyes before the entire ship is pulled

03:23:55.020 --> 03:23:58.149
down beneath the waves.

03:23:58.149 --> 03:24:02.350
With a gasp the sailor breaks the surface,
screaming and gulping for air.

03:24:02.350 --> 03:24:06.999
He’s alone now, treading water in the middle
of the ocean during a storm.

03:24:06.999 --> 03:24:09.420
But not for long.

03:24:09.420 --> 03:24:13.530
The squid reappears, its head slowly rising
out of the water just in front of him.

03:24:13.530 --> 03:24:19.310
It’s head, the size of a house, has two
giant, uncaring black eyes that seem to both

03:24:19.310 --> 03:24:21.130
see him and not.

03:24:21.130 --> 03:24:26.700
It extends a tentacle toward him as it leans
back in the water, exposing its huge, beaked

03:24:26.700 --> 03:24:27.700
mouth.

03:24:27.700 --> 03:24:32.209
It wraps its powerful arms around him and
starts to pull him towards it when suddenly

03:24:32.209 --> 03:24:34.529
there’s an explosion.

03:24:34.529 --> 03:24:37.069
The squid has been struck by something.

03:24:37.069 --> 03:24:40.499
Both the sailor and the creature turn to see
the most incredible thing.

03:24:40.499 --> 03:24:45.840
A battleship is coming towards them, slowly
rising out the ocean as if it were somehow

03:24:45.840 --> 03:24:46.840
submerged.

03:24:46.840 --> 03:24:48.630
And it's firing on the creature.

03:24:48.630 --> 03:24:52.460
The squid drops him and starts heading towards
the ship.

03:24:52.460 --> 03:24:56.380
This is going to be a battle for the ages.

03:24:56.380 --> 03:25:01.439
While this sailor had no idea what he was
witnessing, the SCP Foundation was all too

03:25:01.439 --> 03:25:02.550
familiar.

03:25:02.550 --> 03:25:08.390
This was yet another incident of SCP-2846…
also known as…

03:25:08.390 --> 03:25:10.460
The Squid and the Sailor.

03:25:10.460 --> 03:25:14.420
But first, a quick personal request from me.

03:25:14.420 --> 03:25:19.380
I need your help to spread the word about
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03:25:19.380 --> 03:25:20.380
archives.

03:25:20.380 --> 03:25:25.010
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03:25:26.680 --> 03:25:30.920
This is a huge help and will let me bring
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03:25:30.920 --> 03:25:33.289
Now, back to our file.

03:25:33.289 --> 03:25:39.260
SCP-2846 is the name given to a set of phenomena
that occur in the Gulf-Atlantic region.

03:25:39.260 --> 03:25:47.840
These phenomena consist of interactions between
two entities, known as SCP-2846-A and SCP-2846-B.

03:25:47.840 --> 03:25:54.470
2846-A is a gigantic, aquatic creature that
resembles a cephalopod, though no similar

03:25:54.470 --> 03:25:58.760
organism has been discovered that is even
close to approaching its size, with estimates

03:25:58.760 --> 03:26:04.590
placing 2846-A at being at least 950 meters
in length.

03:26:04.590 --> 03:26:10.189
This creature appears in areas of deep water
during storms and will attack civilian vessels,

03:26:10.189 --> 03:26:12.600
especially cruise ships and merchant vessels.

03:26:12.600 --> 03:26:17.169
These attacks are sporadic and follow no known
patterns other than that they take place during

03:26:17.169 --> 03:26:18.490
inclement weather.

03:26:18.490 --> 03:26:23.050
They are sudden and without warning, and will
nearly always result in the complete destruction

03:26:23.050 --> 03:26:26.580
of the targeted vessel if they’re not intercepted.

03:26:26.580 --> 03:26:33.130
Attempting to stop these attacks is SCP-2846-B,
a large seafaring vessel that in its current

03:26:33.130 --> 03:26:38.199
form, resembles a Pennsylvania-Class super-dreadnought
battleship, though it appears hazy in photos

03:26:38.199 --> 03:26:43.310
and videos, as if it translucent, and eye
witness observers have described the ship

03:26:43.310 --> 03:26:45.720
as looking “vaporous.”

03:26:45.720 --> 03:26:51.399
Just like SCP-2846-A, this ship will appear
from deep water, surfacing near the site of

03:26:51.399 --> 03:26:53.560
a 2846-A event.

03:26:53.560 --> 03:26:57.739
The vessel will fire on the creature, drawing
its attention, and the two will then engage

03:26:57.739 --> 03:26:59.090
in a heated battle.

03:26:59.090 --> 03:27:05.880
The two will continue fighting until SCP-2846-A
is rendered immobile or completely incapacitated,

03:27:05.880 --> 03:27:08.489
after which it will sink down into the sea.

03:27:08.489 --> 03:27:14.209
Following its victory, the ship too will then
submerge and disappear beneath the waves.

03:27:14.209 --> 03:27:19.380
SCP-2846-A is believed to have existed for
thousands of years, and may be even older

03:27:19.380 --> 03:27:20.430
than that.

03:27:20.430 --> 03:27:25.030
The creature’s existence was first recorded
in an Icelandic saga from the 13th century,

03:27:25.030 --> 03:27:30.170
but the Foundation’s first documented sighting
came in 1905 when an agent working for the

03:27:30.170 --> 03:27:35.270
Foundation, one Admiral Reginald Von Allen,
spotted the creature surfacing with a whale

03:27:35.270 --> 03:27:37.930
wrapped effortlessly in its tentacles.

03:27:37.930 --> 03:27:42.700
Soon after spotting it, a ship-of-the-line
surfaced as well to do battle with the creature.

03:27:42.700 --> 03:27:46.130
The Admiral tried to signal the crew that
he could see on the deck of the ship, but

03:27:46.130 --> 03:27:51.020
the vessel descended back below the surface
before any communication could take place.

03:27:51.020 --> 03:27:57.619
In 1935, the mysterious ship appeared again,
near the SCPS Hildegard, and this time the

03:27:57.619 --> 03:28:01.169
anomalous vessel was the one to initiate communication.

03:28:01.169 --> 03:28:07.680
Some of the crew of the ship, designated as
SCP-2846-B1 through B915, came aboard the

03:28:07.680 --> 03:28:13.140
Foundation ship and engaged in a conversation
with Captain Levi Hanson.

03:28:13.140 --> 03:28:19.560
SCP-2846-B1 identified himself as David Thomas
Jones of the Royal Navy, and went on to explain

03:28:19.560 --> 03:28:25.380
that their ship had been sunk by a monster
resembling SCP-2846-A over 300 years in the

03:28:25.380 --> 03:28:26.380
past.

03:28:26.380 --> 03:28:31.050
He described how after sinking into the darkness
of the sea, he awoke on a mysterious shore

03:28:31.050 --> 03:28:36.340
where he met with a woman who referred to
herself as Calypso, the goddess of the sea.

03:28:36.340 --> 03:28:40.750
She explained how she had sealed the leviathans
that prowled the depths of the ocean in a

03:28:40.750 --> 03:28:45.060
pit, but that over time, the seal she had
placed on it had begun to weaken.

03:28:45.060 --> 03:28:50.430
A titan had escaped and taken the form of
the most deadly creature in the sea… the

03:28:50.430 --> 03:28:51.590
kraken.

03:28:51.590 --> 03:28:55.569
Calypso feared that the creature would attempt
to further destroy the seal and release its

03:28:55.569 --> 03:29:00.399
monstrous brethren, a disaster that would
result in the end of all human life.

03:29:00.399 --> 03:29:04.739
She requested that Jones pursue the creature
along with his crew for as long as needed,

03:29:04.739 --> 03:29:07.310
and in return they would be granted immortality.

03:29:07.310 --> 03:29:12.669
Jones agreed, and his endless battle against
the anomaly began that day.

03:29:12.669 --> 03:29:18.210
The reason he had now come aboard a foundation
ship was directly related to this task.

03:29:18.210 --> 03:29:23.790
SCP-2846-A had grown more powerful over the
years, larger, and bolder too.

03:29:23.790 --> 03:29:28.279
He and his men couldn’t die, but many more
would if they were no longer able to subdue

03:29:28.279 --> 03:29:29.359
the beast.

03:29:29.359 --> 03:29:32.069
He needed something from the SCP Foundation…

03:29:32.069 --> 03:29:34.720
He needed a bigger boat.

03:29:34.720 --> 03:29:38.709
Following this conversation, and seeing the
value in allowing Jones and his crew to continue

03:29:38.709 --> 03:29:43.279
their mission, the Foundation commandeered
a newly built Pennsylvania-class super-dreadnought

03:29:43.279 --> 03:29:46.819
battleship from the US Navy - The USS Montana.

03:29:46.819 --> 03:29:51.359
The ship was sunk 15 kilometers from a Foundation
naval facility in Cuba.

03:29:51.359 --> 03:29:55.869
Thirty hours later, the ship surfaced from
the sea, though it was now more heavily armed

03:29:55.869 --> 03:29:58.359
than the USS Montana had been.

03:29:58.359 --> 03:30:04.060
As part of the agreement, SCP-2846-B was fitted
with an explosive device that is capable of

03:30:04.060 --> 03:30:08.060
completely destroying the ship should the
crew for some reason ever turn their guns

03:30:08.060 --> 03:30:10.910
on Foundation or other human targets.

03:30:10.910 --> 03:30:17.810
In 2013, an important discovery was made after
a tracker was attached to SCP-2846-A. Deep

03:30:17.810 --> 03:30:22.739
in the Atlantic, roughly 1,300 nautical miles
west of Florida, a depression in the ocean

03:30:22.739 --> 03:30:26.419
floor with a large iron object on top of it
was found.

03:30:26.419 --> 03:30:31.050
2846 seems to return to this site over and
over where it has been observed clearing the

03:30:31.050 --> 03:30:32.640
rocks from the area.

03:30:32.640 --> 03:30:35.819
And it appears that it is almost finished
with its task.

03:30:35.819 --> 03:30:39.250
The iron plate on top of the depression is
nearly exposed.

03:30:39.250 --> 03:30:45.529
It’s not known exactly what’s underneath,
but whatever it is, it’s hot, very hot,

03:30:45.529 --> 03:30:49.279
with temperatures near it measured at over
4,000 degrees celsius.

03:30:49.279 --> 03:30:54.040
It’s feared that whatever the creature is
trying to unearth, it would lead to an XK

03:30:54.040 --> 03:30:59.390
end of the world scenario, and it is imperative
that it not be allowed to do so.

03:30:59.390 --> 03:31:03.350
And there’s more bad news when it comes
to SCP-2846.

03:31:03.350 --> 03:31:09.630
In 2014, the Foundation ship SCPS Pristine
was pursuing a large underwater organism assumed

03:31:09.630 --> 03:31:15.959
to be SCP-2846-A and signaled to 2846-B to
surface and dispatch the creature, in what

03:31:15.959 --> 03:31:18.680
had become the normal operating procedure.

03:31:18.680 --> 03:31:22.830
Something strange happened though, and the
Pristine was suddenly struck by a mysterious

03:31:22.830 --> 03:31:23.890
force.

03:31:23.890 --> 03:31:29.979
As SCP-2846-B began to engage with the now
surfaced 2846-B, the crew of the Pristine

03:31:29.979 --> 03:31:34.890
reported seeing numerous eyes appearing and
disappearing in the water below the ship.

03:31:34.890 --> 03:31:36.930
They had never seen anything like it.

03:31:36.930 --> 03:31:43.390
The ship was struck again as satellite images
spotted an enormous entity directly beneath

03:31:43.390 --> 03:31:44.390
the ship.

03:31:44.390 --> 03:31:47.569
The Pristine began taking on water and the
crew was forced to abandon ship.

03:31:47.569 --> 03:31:53.100
Two other SCP ships in the area fired on the
strange, many-eyed entity, causing it to once

03:31:53.100 --> 03:32:00.279
again disappear into the depths of the ocean
as SCP-2846-B banished 2846-A to the ocean

03:32:00.279 --> 03:32:02.050
once again.

03:32:02.050 --> 03:32:08.050
Due to the ongoing danger of SCP-2846-A, it
has been classified as Keter.

03:32:08.050 --> 03:32:13.140
In the event of an appearance, Mobile Task
Force Tau-11, also known as the Can Openers,

03:32:13.140 --> 03:32:17.840
who are stationed aboard the SCPS Nikolai
are to utilize a special transmission device

03:32:17.840 --> 03:32:23.359
to signal the crew of SCP-2846-B and maintain
contact with them throughout their engagement

03:32:23.359 --> 03:32:24.489
with the creature.

03:32:24.489 --> 03:32:29.430
Tau-11’s primary mission is to minimize
civilian exposure to the anomaly, and any

03:32:29.430 --> 03:32:34.350
non Foundation ships that come in contact
with either 2846 entity are to be moved from

03:32:34.350 --> 03:32:38.880
the area, and all aboard the craft are to
be given Class C amnestics.

03:32:38.880 --> 03:32:44.669
The SCPS Nikolai’s captain has been given
permission to fire on SCP-2846-A to assist

03:32:44.669 --> 03:32:50.779
in the fight, and should 2846-B turn hostile
for any reason, the explosive device on board

03:32:50.779 --> 03:32:52.789
is to be detonated.

03:32:52.789 --> 03:32:58.290
It is still unknown just the entity that attacked
and destroyed the SCPS Pristine was, but the

03:32:58.290 --> 03:33:04.499
ease with which it dispensed of the vessel
has many in the Foundation worried that SCP-2846-A

03:33:04.499 --> 03:33:09.239
has already been able to release one of its
brethren from its prison, and at this point,

03:33:09.239 --> 03:33:12.499
stopping them may no longer be an option.

03:33:12.499 --> 03:33:17.199
Now go and watch another entry from the files
of Dr. Bob, and once again, please join me

03:33:17.199 --> 03:33:22.700
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03:33:22.700 --> 03:33:27.739
delve further and further into the SCP Foundation’s
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03:33:27.739 --> 03:33:33.699
Ashen-faced villages walk in a solemn line
down a long, dirt road.

03:33:33.699 --> 03:33:37.770
The light from their torches makes their face
into masks of shadows.

03:33:37.770 --> 03:33:43.350
They chant in an ancient and arcane language
as they move in a procession towards the darkened

03:33:43.350 --> 03:33:45.550
cemetery on the edge of the village.

03:33:45.550 --> 03:33:50.590
It’s an unpleasant duty, but a burden that
they must carry nonetheless.

03:33:50.590 --> 03:33:54.939
In the middle of the procession is the one
being honored tonight: One of the village

03:33:54.939 --> 03:33:56.060
elders.

03:33:56.060 --> 03:34:00.479
And in this village, to be an elder is a truly
special thing.

03:34:00.479 --> 03:34:06.430
From his wizened, creaking body, his deep-set
eyes, milky with cataracts, his almost transparent,

03:34:06.430 --> 03:34:10.270
liver-spotted skin, it would appear that he
is in his nineties.

03:34:10.270 --> 03:34:14.640
But, in fact, he is over 300 years old.

03:34:14.640 --> 03:34:18.779
The other villagers pass ghostlike through
the gates of the cemetery, crowding around

03:34:18.779 --> 03:34:22.479
the elder as he hobbles across the uneven
terrain.

03:34:22.479 --> 03:34:28.250
It will be his final pilgrimage, and all of
them - including him - know it.

03:34:28.250 --> 03:34:33.890
He breathes a ragged sigh and mutters a prayer
to the deity that he will soon be meeting.

03:34:33.890 --> 03:34:37.109
Up above, the moon shines brilliantly.

03:34:37.109 --> 03:34:43.949
Down below, a chasm yawns in an open grave,
with something very old and very powerful

03:34:43.949 --> 03:34:45.829
roiling underneath.

03:34:45.829 --> 03:34:48.079
The villagers do not fear it.

03:34:48.079 --> 03:34:49.819
They revere it.

03:34:49.819 --> 03:34:51.290
They worship it.

03:34:51.290 --> 03:34:54.140
It gave them everything they have.

03:34:54.140 --> 03:34:58.850
The elder stands at the mouth of the chasm,
staring down into its depths with resolute

03:34:58.850 --> 03:35:00.020
silence.

03:35:00.020 --> 03:35:05.479
The village priest opens an ancient book and
chants a rite in an antique tongue.

03:35:05.479 --> 03:35:12.310
His words translate roughly to, “To our
lord, our father, our protector, we commit

03:35:12.310 --> 03:35:16.020
one of our own back into your hands and heart.

03:35:16.020 --> 03:35:21.380
For one thing is immutably true: The Black
Gift is only borrowed.

03:35:21.380 --> 03:35:28.229
The Black Gift gives us our life, and in death,
we return to the Black God.”

03:35:28.229 --> 03:35:34.270
As he goes on, something rises from the pit:
tendrils molded from liquid dark.

03:35:34.270 --> 03:35:39.430
They reach out and embrace the elder, tenderly
wrapping around him and lifting him from the

03:35:39.430 --> 03:35:40.430
ground.

03:35:40.430 --> 03:35:41.859
He doesn’t scream though.

03:35:41.859 --> 03:35:46.850
He simply accepts his fate as the villagers
pray and the tendrils pull him down into the

03:35:46.850 --> 03:35:47.850
dark.

03:35:47.850 --> 03:35:51.899
When their prayer is done, there is only silence.

03:35:51.899 --> 03:35:53.510
The torches go out.

03:35:53.510 --> 03:35:55.409
The villagers return home.

03:35:55.409 --> 03:35:58.289
It’s just another night for them.

03:35:58.289 --> 03:36:01.750
There is a village in the deepest, darkest
reaches of Eastern Europe.

03:36:01.750 --> 03:36:04.120
A place forgotten by time.

03:36:04.120 --> 03:36:07.789
Where the locals live by old rules and even
older gods.

03:36:07.789 --> 03:36:12.890
A place where strange rituals occur, and people
with unnatural abilities thrive.

03:36:12.890 --> 03:36:19.310
And beneath it all, the blood of a hungry,
curious god runs in endless, dark rivers.

03:36:19.310 --> 03:36:24.890
It goes without saying, something incredibly
strange is afoot in Ciemność, Poland, and

03:36:24.890 --> 03:36:30.319
the SCP Foundation have designated the heart
of that strangeness as SCP-6198.

03:36:30.319 --> 03:36:36.989
However, the decidedly peculiar locals have
a very different name for the phenomenon:

03:36:36.989 --> 03:36:42.979
Chernobog, old Slavic for “The Black God”,
an ancient deity said to rule dark fates and

03:36:42.979 --> 03:36:44.499
the Underworld.

03:36:44.499 --> 03:36:49.039
And considering the events that unfolded in
the incredibly old, incredibly isolated village

03:36:49.039 --> 03:36:54.029
of Ciemność, this is a reputation that Chernobog
has very much earned.

03:36:54.029 --> 03:37:00.052
Sadly, several members of Foundation personnel
had to learn this the hard way.

03:37:00.052 --> 03:37:03.229
The Foundation first discovered the village
when they intercepted strange communications

03:37:03.229 --> 03:37:07.270
from the local authorities investigating a
missing person’s case from the Lower Silesian

03:37:07.270 --> 03:37:08.749
Forest region.

03:37:08.749 --> 03:37:13.619
While searching for this missing person, Polish
police found a series of strange, dark chasms

03:37:13.619 --> 03:37:20.160
in the ground, each one leading down to a
deep, mysterious pit filled with black liquid.

03:37:20.160 --> 03:37:24.189
This was enough for the Foundation to realize
something anomalous was likely occurring here,

03:37:24.189 --> 03:37:27.040
prompting them to step in and intervene.

03:37:27.040 --> 03:37:31.529
Before the authorities could arrange any potentially
dangerous excursions into one of these chasms,

03:37:31.529 --> 03:37:35.850
the SCP Foundation showed up under the guise
of Poland’s Ministry of Public Security

03:37:35.850 --> 03:37:38.159
and relieved them of their duties.

03:37:38.159 --> 03:37:44.569
They designated the strange black liquid in
the chasms SCP-6198-B, and the chasms themselves

03:37:44.569 --> 03:37:51.770
SCP-6198-C. Thankfully, while the locals weren’t
exactly rolling out the welcome wagon, they

03:37:51.770 --> 03:37:54.840
didn’t show active hostility, either.

03:37:54.840 --> 03:37:59.899
Most simply appeared wary and kept their distance,
watching Foundation activities from inside

03:37:59.899 --> 03:38:03.210
their homes and staying out of the way of
researchers and guards.

03:38:03.210 --> 03:38:08.050
Early on, one of the biggest issues was the
communication barrier, as the majority of

03:38:08.050 --> 03:38:12.950
the village spoke an otherwise dead proto-slavic
dialect that seemed impenetrable, even to

03:38:12.950 --> 03:38:15.060
modern Polish speakers.

03:38:15.060 --> 03:38:19.590
Linguistic experts became key to facilitating
later communications between Foundation personnel

03:38:19.590 --> 03:38:21.550
and residents of the village.

03:38:21.550 --> 03:38:26.169
The residents of the village were all quite
old, but appeared unusually youthful for their

03:38:26.169 --> 03:38:27.169
ages.

03:38:27.169 --> 03:38:28.850
They were all worshippers of Chernobog.

03:38:28.850 --> 03:38:33.689
And the villagers claimed that, through worshiping
Chernobog, they were given the Black Gift

03:38:33.689 --> 03:38:37.999
- facilitated by imbibing the dark liquid
from the chasms - which they credited with

03:38:37.999 --> 03:38:41.010
their health, youth, and longevity.

03:38:41.010 --> 03:38:45.090
The Foundation was obviously interested in
figuring out just what exactly this black

03:38:45.090 --> 03:38:49.880
liquid was, so they began their studying in
earnest, but they soon realized something

03:38:49.880 --> 03:38:51.420
very strange.

03:38:51.420 --> 03:38:54.830
The chasms… were not always there.

03:38:54.830 --> 03:38:59.220
It seemed that they would only appear for
fourteen day periods between the New and Full

03:38:59.220 --> 03:39:00.279
Moon.

03:39:00.279 --> 03:39:03.999
The initial exploration into the heart of
the village was performed by two intrepid

03:39:03.999 --> 03:39:08.960
Field Agents, Agent Kazimierz Nowak and Agent
Maria Bakula.

03:39:08.960 --> 03:39:13.789
Nowak and Bakula arrived in the dilapidated
town, finally realizing just how cut off from

03:39:13.789 --> 03:39:18.699
modern society the place was: Dirt roads,
ramshackle wooden buildings surrounded by

03:39:18.699 --> 03:39:22.810
old ruins, and strange makeshift hierograms
everywhere.

03:39:22.810 --> 03:39:27.120
The duo pulled into town, seeing the many
ashen faces of the locals staring at them

03:39:27.120 --> 03:39:29.140
from nearby windows.

03:39:29.140 --> 03:39:33.199
They proceeded to the cemetery, where the
majority of the chasms were believed to have

03:39:33.199 --> 03:39:34.199
opened.

03:39:34.199 --> 03:39:38.350
There, in what appeared to be an open grave,
they found themselves staring down into one

03:39:38.350 --> 03:39:39.779
of the many abysses.

03:39:39.779 --> 03:39:43.189
Dark, light-absorbing liquid roiled deep below.

03:39:43.189 --> 03:39:47.709
However, they soon realized that it was time
to go when they noticed locals hiding behind

03:39:47.709 --> 03:39:50.960
the gravestones around them, watching intently.

03:39:50.960 --> 03:39:53.289
Something was very wrong here.

03:39:53.289 --> 03:39:56.760
They traveled back into the center of the
village, still keenly aware that they were

03:39:56.760 --> 03:39:58.640
being observed from the sidelines.

03:39:58.640 --> 03:40:02.160
They approached one of the many houses and
attempted to knock.

03:40:02.160 --> 03:40:06.959
An extremely old woman peered out of the window
and began speaking to them in proto-slavic,

03:40:06.959 --> 03:40:09.160
which neither of them could understand.

03:40:09.160 --> 03:40:13.279
However, as they were leaving, one of them
was able to swipe a leather-bound book from

03:40:13.279 --> 03:40:18.470
a table outside the home - believed to be
some kind of bible for the local religion.

03:40:18.470 --> 03:40:23.310
While still in town, and still being watched,
the duo collected a sample of the Black Gift

03:40:23.310 --> 03:40:27.590
from a local well, then began making their
way back to their vehicle.

03:40:27.590 --> 03:40:31.890
The whole time they were followed by an eerie
old man who looked to be in his nineties,

03:40:31.890 --> 03:40:34.550
but was surprisingly spry for his age.

03:40:34.550 --> 03:40:39.630
The two left shortly after that, and shared
their findings and samples with their superiors.

03:40:39.630 --> 03:40:44.300
The leatherbound book retrieved by Agent Nowak
and Agent Bakula was given to SCP Foundation

03:40:44.300 --> 03:40:47.419
linguistic expert Researcher Albin Iskra.

03:40:47.419 --> 03:40:51.180
Researcher Iskra quickly became enraptured
with the book, and the unique challenge it

03:40:51.180 --> 03:40:53.999
and its proto-slavic dialect presented.

03:40:53.999 --> 03:40:58.340
After many long nights of pouring over books
on slavic linguistic history, and many pots

03:40:58.340 --> 03:41:02.770
of very strong coffee, Researcher Iskra’s
work finally bore fruit.

03:41:02.770 --> 03:41:07.409
In a note to other personnel working on the
SCP-6198 case, she wrote:

03:41:07.409 --> 03:41:12.109
“Let me start by saying that, despite my
extensive knowledge of the history and origins

03:41:12.109 --> 03:41:17.289
of Slavic language, this is the first time
I've ever encountered what appears to be Proto-Slavic

03:41:17.289 --> 03:41:20.709
in written form from a direct descendant source.

03:41:20.709 --> 03:41:23.629
This is a truly fascinating discovery.

03:41:23.629 --> 03:41:26.550
Initial progress on translating the text was
slower than expected.

03:41:26.550 --> 03:41:30.649
There's something about the linguistic structure
of the language that, for reasons I can't

03:41:30.649 --> 03:41:34.800
fully deduce, make it incredibly difficult
to retain the knowledge of.

03:41:34.800 --> 03:41:38.680
For every few words committed to memory, it's
as though one dissipates from it.

03:41:38.680 --> 03:41:43.609
It's as if I can feel a sense of reluctance
coming from the language itself.

03:41:43.609 --> 03:41:47.729
Eventually I was able to solidify my understanding
enough to begin picking at the various passages

03:41:47.729 --> 03:41:48.739
found throughout.

03:41:48.739 --> 03:41:53.420
I can confirm that the contents of the book
hold a great deal of religious significance,

03:41:53.420 --> 03:41:57.470
not only for those in Ciemność but throughout
all Slavic culture, dating back to roughly

03:41:57.470 --> 03:41:59.130
the fourth century.

03:41:59.130 --> 03:42:04.010
While there are references to the more well
known Slavic gods such as Perun and Veles,

03:42:04.010 --> 03:42:10.220
the book focuses primarily on one of the sibling
"successor" gods, "Chernobog, the Black God";

03:42:10.220 --> 03:42:14.510
detailing various prayers, rituals, and tenets,
that followers of the Black God should live

03:42:14.510 --> 03:42:15.939
by and practice.

03:42:15.939 --> 03:42:20.010
I've highlighted a selection of excerpts of
notable interest that may shed some light

03:42:20.010 --> 03:42:23.459
on the occurrences witnessed by Foundation
personnel.”

03:42:23.459 --> 03:42:28.419
Three areas of interest in Researcher Iskra’s
translation are “The Rite of the Black Passage”,

03:42:28.419 --> 03:42:33.210
“Expurgation and the Black Gift”, and
“The Fall of Veles”, each of which, in

03:42:33.210 --> 03:42:38.970
their own way, shed some light and some darkness
on the cryptic happenings of Ciemność.

03:42:38.970 --> 03:42:41.229
The section on The Rite of the Black Passage
read:

03:42:41.229 --> 03:42:45.999
“For it is to Him, where the dead must go
and return to the roiling abyss

03:42:45.999 --> 03:42:50.029
from which our forms are moulded
to be one again with Him

03:42:50.029 --> 03:42:56.169
In this, we share in their fathomless knowledge
and learn of untold and forgotten epochs

03:42:56.169 --> 03:43:01.590
unfurling mysteries of stygian transcendence
bestowed with blessings beyond death

03:43:01.590 --> 03:43:06.199
At darkest hour on darkest night
within lamented dwelling hollows

03:43:06.199 --> 03:43:10.979
shall hypogean thresholds unveil
entwining submerged departed

03:43:10.979 --> 03:43:15.869
Now relinquished of tethers corporeal
and sustained amidst blackest waters

03:43:15.869 --> 03:43:21.800
become one with perennial ancestry
granting insight to those adherent.”

03:43:21.800 --> 03:43:25.319
The section marked “Expurgation and the
Black Gift” read:

03:43:25.319 --> 03:43:30.529
“There are those that only turn to Chernobog
when their time is at an end, and it is those

03:43:30.529 --> 03:43:34.229
that shall be offered the least when they
inevitably pass.

03:43:34.229 --> 03:43:38.989
To live solely in the light of the brother
is to neglect the eternity that follows, condemning

03:43:38.989 --> 03:43:42.859
oneself to the lowest echelons of consciousness.

03:43:42.859 --> 03:43:47.399
Those with wisdom and foresight do well to
embrace the Black Gift, to forfeit a part

03:43:47.399 --> 03:43:50.350
of oneself in exchange for parts of the many.

03:43:50.350 --> 03:43:56.149
To drink of the Black Gift is to offer one's
life in a bid to be tested of mind and spirit.

03:43:56.149 --> 03:44:01.109
Should one be deemed worthy, that which was
offered will be returned but with boundless

03:44:01.109 --> 03:44:03.020
acuity and vigour.

03:44:03.020 --> 03:44:08.999
Should one's offering fall short, their essence
is given to the Black God entirely, yet, the

03:44:08.999 --> 03:44:14.350
truer they walk the Black Path, the more openly
their soul shall be welcomed.

03:44:14.350 --> 03:44:18.979
Before one is to be tested, they must first
be expurgated through ritual, else any sense

03:44:18.979 --> 03:44:21.459
of self is lost upon passing.

03:44:21.459 --> 03:44:26.479
This ebonises the soul, proving devotion to
the Black Path and allowing one's essence

03:44:26.479 --> 03:44:30.890
to find greater connection upon being taken
in by Chernobog.

03:44:30.890 --> 03:44:35.119
The ritual must be carried out by followers
in the living realm now sustained by the Black

03:44:35.119 --> 03:44:39.459
Gift, with these followers bringing about
a trance of blindness and drowning within

03:44:39.459 --> 03:44:40.910
the aspirant.

03:44:40.910 --> 03:44:45.880
Should an aspirant prove resolute throughout
this trial of panicked terror and asphyxiation,

03:44:45.880 --> 03:44:50.520
the Black Gift is then offered and true judgement
begins.”

03:44:50.520 --> 03:44:54.829
And finally, the section labeled “The Fall
of Veles” offers a mythological origin for

03:44:54.829 --> 03:44:57.039
the Black God, Chernobog, himself.

03:44:57.039 --> 03:44:58.149
It read:

03:44:58.149 --> 03:45:04.869
“Veles, god of the harvest, livestock, earth,
rivers, the underworld, magic, and trickery.

03:45:04.869 --> 03:45:10.250
Much did humanity depend upon him for not
only the means to survive but also for peaceful

03:45:10.250 --> 03:45:11.250
death.

03:45:11.250 --> 03:45:15.930
Alas, where there are those with great power,
there are also those that seek to claim it

03:45:15.930 --> 03:45:22.149
for themselves, and in this, brothers Belebog
and Chernobog were no different.

03:45:22.149 --> 03:45:26.830
Harsh winter followed by foul harvest lead
to the death of the brother's village, leaving

03:45:26.830 --> 03:45:30.100
the dead unburied atop frozen ground.

03:45:30.100 --> 03:45:34.220
Enraged at the neglect Veles had dealt them
and adamant that between them, they could

03:45:34.220 --> 03:45:38.970
govern the lands of the living and the dead
better than the great god, the brothers set

03:45:38.970 --> 03:45:43.439
out in search of Veles, their minds intent
on deicide.

03:45:43.439 --> 03:45:48.279
In their journeys the brothers overcome many
challenges, redoubling their affinity in magic

03:45:48.279 --> 03:45:54.149
and honing their cunning in warfare, Belebog
excelling in martial guile as Chernobog mastered

03:45:54.149 --> 03:45:55.149
the spell.

03:45:55.149 --> 03:45:58.979
However, Veles watched the brothers, aware
of their quest.

03:45:58.979 --> 03:46:02.979
In a bid to undermine them, Veles returned
the body of their mother to the living world

03:46:02.979 --> 03:46:05.380
to convince them to return home with her.

03:46:05.380 --> 03:46:10.310
The brothers were not fooled and with a heavy
heart, returned their mother to the underworld.

03:46:10.310 --> 03:46:14.939
Veles continued to break their will, turning
the food they gathered rotten.

03:46:14.939 --> 03:46:19.640
But again, the brothers were not fooled as
they endured putrid illusion of smell and

03:46:19.640 --> 03:46:23.909
taste, knowing that in truth what they consumed
would nourish them.

03:46:23.909 --> 03:46:28.970
Every trick cast down by Veles was foreseen
and averted until eventually, frustrated at

03:46:28.970 --> 03:46:33.340
the brother's tenacity, Veles himself confronted
Belebog and Chernobog.

03:46:33.340 --> 03:46:38.449
Veles challenged the brothers to battle, offering
his godhood should they best him but on the

03:46:38.449 --> 03:46:41.199
condition that only one may fight him.

03:46:41.199 --> 03:46:44.890
Suspecting that Veles may attempt to divide
the two, the brothers had made a pact with

03:46:44.890 --> 03:46:47.450
Perun, Veles' adversary.

03:46:47.450 --> 03:46:52.270
The brothers agreed that Veles would indeed
fight only a single combatant, to which Veles

03:46:52.270 --> 03:46:55.560
acknowledged and draw up a boundary from which
to battle within.

03:46:55.560 --> 03:47:00.980
When asked who shall fight, the brothers announced
"Perun" and upon uttering his name, the god

03:47:00.980 --> 03:47:04.720
of thunder appeared with a great flash within
the boundary.

03:47:04.720 --> 03:47:10.100
A battle of world-shattering magnitude commenced
as Veles took the form of dragon and Perun

03:47:10.100 --> 03:47:12.579
harnessed the power of the skies.

03:47:12.579 --> 03:47:17.539
Despite his skill in magic and deceit, Veles
was struck down and killed by Perun.

03:47:17.539 --> 03:47:23.300
With Veles dead, Belebog claimed domain over
harvest, the earth, and livestock; as Chernobog

03:47:23.300 --> 03:47:26.989
claimed the underworld, the rivers, and magic.”

03:47:26.989 --> 03:47:30.819
Combining information from these extracts
with contextual information they’d gathered

03:47:30.819 --> 03:47:35.529
from observation allowed them to paint a more
complete picture of the goings on at Ciemność,

03:47:35.529 --> 03:47:37.750
as well as SCP-6198 itself.

03:47:37.750 --> 03:47:42.189
But to develop an even greater understanding
of what they were dealing with here, they’d

03:47:42.189 --> 03:47:45.459
need to open a dialogue with a friendly member
of the village.

03:47:45.459 --> 03:47:50.529
That villager ended up being Tesia Konieczny,
a woman who appeared to be middle-aged but

03:47:50.529 --> 03:47:56.430
was, in actuality, in her mid-70s, her youthful
outward appearance thanks to the positive

03:47:56.430 --> 03:47:58.180
effects of the Black Gift.

03:47:58.180 --> 03:48:02.669
Tesia was pleasant and forthcoming with her
information as Foundation researchers questioned

03:48:02.669 --> 03:48:06.329
her, allowing them to glean a variety of interesting
information.

03:48:06.329 --> 03:48:10.569
For example, the Black Gift is exclusive to
those who were born in Ciemność, and many

03:48:10.569 --> 03:48:14.520
worshippers used to make their pilgrimage
to Ciemność to pledge their bodies to Chernobog

03:48:14.520 --> 03:48:17.180
in their final moments, and become one with
him.

03:48:17.180 --> 03:48:21.649
Tesia also seemed to possess information that
either would have predated her life, or would

03:48:21.649 --> 03:48:25.949
be impossible for her to know, suggesting
a shared consciousness between those who had

03:48:25.949 --> 03:48:27.999
been given the Black Gift.

03:48:27.999 --> 03:48:32.659
The question of what it exactly meant to offer
oneself to Chernobog continued to linger,

03:48:32.659 --> 03:48:36.579
until the Foundation began to conduct tests
with the samples collected by Agent Nowak

03:48:36.579 --> 03:48:38.129
and Agent Bakula.

03:48:38.129 --> 03:48:42.689
Given that supposedly only people born in
Ciemność could receive the Black Gift, the

03:48:42.689 --> 03:48:46.739
Foundation was eager to discover what effect
the black liquid might have on a D-Class.

03:48:46.739 --> 03:48:51.630
Incidentally, despite being truly opaque in
any quantity, chemical tests showed that the

03:48:51.630 --> 03:48:55.270
composition of the black liquid was no different
from water.

03:48:55.270 --> 03:48:58.630
So how severe could the effects really be?

03:48:58.630 --> 03:49:03.529
When a sample was applied to a D-Class subject’s
skin, there were no noticeable effects, nor

03:49:03.529 --> 03:49:07.310
were there any when the D-Class was submerged
up to the neck in the substance.

03:49:07.310 --> 03:49:12.229
When given diving equipment and entirely submerged
in the liquid, still, nothing happened.

03:49:12.229 --> 03:49:17.229
However, when the D-Class was instructed to
drink a glass of the liquid, he became incredibly

03:49:17.229 --> 03:49:19.999
ill, his veins and then skin turning black.

03:49:19.999 --> 03:49:25.959
He quickly expired, and his body rapidly decomposed
into more of the same black liquid.

03:49:25.959 --> 03:49:29.159
This implied that it was all part of the life
cycle of Ciemność.

03:49:29.159 --> 03:49:34.489
The Black Gift sustains life, but when life
finally comes to an end, everyone rejoins

03:49:34.489 --> 03:49:39.590
Chernobog, and becomes the same black liquid
that sustains the next generation of worshippers.

03:49:39.590 --> 03:49:44.810
Also, when a sample was given to a Ciemność
native to drink, there were no noticeable

03:49:44.810 --> 03:49:45.899
effects.

03:49:45.899 --> 03:49:49.971
After all this, the SCP Foundation decided
it was finally time to lower a member of their

03:49:49.971 --> 03:49:55.609
own personnel into one of the SCP-6198 chasms
to better figure out what was inside.

03:49:55.609 --> 03:49:59.670
This, however, was the beginning of the troubles
that would alert the Foundation to the true

03:49:59.670 --> 03:50:04.439
danger presented by SCP-6198 and his worshippers.

03:50:04.439 --> 03:50:08.060
Researcher Ela Gorski agreed to suit up and
be lowered into the blackness of one of the

03:50:08.060 --> 03:50:11.109
chasms and report back what happened within.

03:50:11.109 --> 03:50:15.689
As expected, when she was lowered in, she
reported the eerie darkness around her, and

03:50:15.689 --> 03:50:18.510
the black liquid that seemed to almost have
a mind of its own.

03:50:18.510 --> 03:50:23.100
When they attempted to pull her out, there
was evidence of spatial distortion, as despite

03:50:23.100 --> 03:50:27.239
being theoretically raised enough to leave
the underwater cavern, she was still down

03:50:27.239 --> 03:50:28.270
there.

03:50:28.270 --> 03:50:33.029
It was at this point that Researcher Gorski
began to talk to someone who wasn’t there,

03:50:33.029 --> 03:50:35.470
concerning the research staff up above.

03:50:35.470 --> 03:50:40.209
When they tried to raise her, they realized
that something was terribly wrong.

03:50:40.209 --> 03:50:45.800
Researcher Gorski was gone - She’d been
absorbed, body and mind, into the great collective

03:50:45.800 --> 03:50:48.459
consciousness of Chernobog.

03:50:48.459 --> 03:50:52.840
The entity begged, in Gorski’s voice, “There
is nothing of interest to be found within

03:50:52.840 --> 03:50:54.210
this abyss.

03:50:54.210 --> 03:50:57.039
The only knowledge worth seeking is above
us.

03:50:57.039 --> 03:50:58.039
Please.

03:50:58.039 --> 03:50:59.279
Send more Foundation.

03:50:59.279 --> 03:51:02.169
Please, I must survive.”

03:51:02.169 --> 03:51:07.510
This was how the SCP Foundation gleaned another
extremely valuable piece of information: Chernobog

03:51:07.510 --> 03:51:12.369
is able to grow stronger based on his number
of victims and worshippers, as more minds

03:51:12.369 --> 03:51:15.890
and memories are absorbed into his great collective
consciousness.

03:51:15.890 --> 03:51:20.840
And disturbingly, after consuming Researcher
Gorski, he knew about the SCP Foundation,

03:51:20.840 --> 03:51:25.479
and he was extremely, extremely eager to know
more.

03:51:25.479 --> 03:51:28.520
This was when things took a turn for the worst.

03:51:28.520 --> 03:51:32.510
In the hours following the disappearance of
Researcher Gorski, a Mobile Task Force unit

03:51:32.510 --> 03:51:36.380
was dispatched from Site 120 to assist in
the search.

03:51:36.380 --> 03:51:40.909
As they searched, various townsfolk approached
Foundation staff and began questioning them

03:51:40.909 --> 03:51:45.350
on subjects that they had no business knowing
about, such as the fate of Researcher Gorski,

03:51:45.350 --> 03:51:50.350
the status of various anomalies in the region,
and the location of the O5 Council - Which

03:51:50.350 --> 03:51:55.010
led Foundation agents to detaining the villager
who asked that last particularly dangerous

03:51:55.010 --> 03:51:56.010
question.

03:51:56.010 --> 03:51:58.250
But the worst was yet to come.

03:51:58.250 --> 03:52:02.130
The Foundation first had to stop a bizarre
ritual, where some of the villagers began

03:52:02.130 --> 03:52:06.699
taking bucketfuls of water from the village
well and bringing it to the different houses,

03:52:06.699 --> 03:52:11.039
and it took intervention from the Mobile Task
Force unit on site to get them to stop.

03:52:11.039 --> 03:52:16.189
And not long after that one of the MTF members,
Agent Adam Kowalski, didn’t report back

03:52:16.189 --> 03:52:17.220
for duty,

03:52:17.220 --> 03:52:21.199
The remaining MTF members began searching
for their missing colleague, but at the same

03:52:21.199 --> 03:52:25.770
time villagers also began attacking the task
force members at the cemetery, forcing them

03:52:25.770 --> 03:52:28.080
to fight their way back into town.

03:52:28.080 --> 03:52:32.489
When the embattled group entered a suspicious
house, they found a startling sight: A room

03:52:32.489 --> 03:52:38.539
filled with dark chasms, surrounded by makeshift
paintings of the SCP Foundation’s logo.

03:52:38.539 --> 03:52:43.119
Further in, they discovered Agent Kowalski,
laying on the ground, with two villagers appearing

03:52:43.119 --> 03:52:44.770
to pray over him.

03:52:44.770 --> 03:52:48.729
When nothing else would make them stop, they
were forced to neutralize the two villagers

03:52:48.729 --> 03:52:53.039
and retrieve the comatose Agent Kowalski for
evacuation from the village.

03:52:53.039 --> 03:52:56.649
The villagers crowded around the center of
the village, as the MTF members approached

03:52:56.649 --> 03:53:01.319
with Kowalski in tow, after being forced to
kill several more villagers, the crowd finally

03:53:01.319 --> 03:53:03.979
parted and allowed them through.

03:53:03.979 --> 03:53:08.669
During the car ride out of the village, Agent
Kowalski briefly became semi-lucid, and muttered

03:53:08.669 --> 03:53:12.109
about “something black” watching him from
beneath the water.

03:53:12.109 --> 03:53:16.129
He was able to provide no other information
on what had happened to him, and just moments

03:53:16.129 --> 03:53:19.579
later, he died of cardiac arrest.

03:53:19.579 --> 03:53:23.079
Security footage would then show something
extremely disturbing occurring within the

03:53:23.079 --> 03:53:28.489
MTF vehicle: Agent Kowalski’s dead body
sat up, retrieved his gun, and then killed

03:53:28.489 --> 03:53:32.289
his fellow MTF squadmates before they even
had a chance to react.

03:53:32.289 --> 03:53:36.160
The driver of the car was seriously wounded
and the vehicle crashed.

03:53:36.160 --> 03:53:40.029
Agent Kowalski’s reanimated body then exited
the vehicle, and screaming could be heard

03:53:40.029 --> 03:53:44.319
as he pulled the injured driver from his seat
and dragged him away into the darkness.

03:53:44.319 --> 03:53:50.489
The sounds of begging, vomiting, and wheezing
were heard after that, as, we can only assume,

03:53:50.489 --> 03:53:56.020
he was forced to ingest the Black Gift, No
bodies were ever recovered - Just various

03:53:56.020 --> 03:53:59.770
MTF uniforms floating in black liquid near
the roadside.

03:53:59.770 --> 03:54:05.050
Since this incident, the SCP Foundation has
dealt with the village of Ciemność and SCP-6198

03:54:05.050 --> 03:54:06.720
with increased caution.

03:54:06.720 --> 03:54:11.209
Agent Kowalski’s reanimated corpse remains
at large and regular searches are conducted

03:54:11.209 --> 03:54:16.050
for it in the Lower Silesian Forest since
it is vital, above all else, that Chernobog

03:54:16.050 --> 03:54:21.779
cannot come to know any more sensitive SCP
Foundation information than he already does.

03:54:21.779 --> 03:54:27.169
Due to his intelligent nature, and capacity
to learn and exploit SCP Foundation secrets,

03:54:27.169 --> 03:54:31.580
Chernobog has been given the Euclid Object
Class and files pertaining to Chernobog are

03:54:31.580 --> 03:54:34.359
classified to Level 3 personnel and above.

03:54:34.359 --> 03:54:39.090
The entity has been given the Disruption Class
Vlam, as it is thankfully, currently localized

03:54:39.090 --> 03:54:41.310
entirely to the village of Ciemność, Poland.

03:54:41.310 --> 03:54:46.359
And given the recent events that have unfolded
there, it has also been given the Risk Class

03:54:46.359 --> 03:54:52.079
Caution - Since there’s no way of knowing
what the Black God still has up his sleeve.

03:54:52.079 --> 03:54:57.729
Now go and watch another entry from the files
of Dr. Bob, like “SCP-783 There Was A Crooked

03:54:57.729 --> 03:55:02.939
Man”, for another anomalous location inhabited
by a powerful and dangerous being.

03:55:02.939 --> 03:55:07.369
And make sure you subscribe and turn on notifications,
so you don’t miss a single anomaly, as we

03:55:07.369 --> 03:55:13.300
delve further and further into the SCP Foundation’s
classified archives.

03:55:13.300 --> 03:55:16.979
There are no streetlights on this stretch
of the old, narrow road, which runs through

03:55:16.979 --> 03:55:18.489
a rural part of West Virginia.

03:55:18.489 --> 03:55:22.129
A car has gone off the road into a ditch and
needs to be pulled out.

03:55:22.129 --> 03:55:26.149
A common task for this tow truck driver and
he’s often in the area doing similar jobs,

03:55:26.149 --> 03:55:30.050
though he’s never been on this particular
road and he has to keep his eyes peeled for

03:55:30.050 --> 03:55:34.779
any signs or other markers that might give
him an idea of how close he is to his turn.

03:55:34.779 --> 03:55:39.029
He spots something up ahead, but as he gets
closer he sees that it isn’t a road sign,

03:55:39.029 --> 03:55:40.210
it’s a billboard.

03:55:40.210 --> 03:55:44.479
As he passes by he can make out the weathered
lettering advertising a diner twenty miles

03:55:44.479 --> 03:55:48.430
down the road that’s probably been closed
for at least as many years.

03:55:48.430 --> 03:55:53.550
As he continues driving he sees more dilapidated
billboards, advertising other long since shuttered

03:55:53.550 --> 03:55:56.640
businesses like gas stations and autobody
shops.

03:55:56.640 --> 03:56:00.869
But then he sees one on the road ahead of
him that’s nothing like the others.

03:56:00.869 --> 03:56:02.289
This one doesn’t look old at all.

03:56:02.289 --> 03:56:04.199
In fact it looks quite new.

03:56:04.199 --> 03:56:07.149
He drives by and has to question if he saw
it correctly.

03:56:07.149 --> 03:56:12.590
It seemed like all it said was “Get Away”
over and over and then the name of a road.

03:56:12.590 --> 03:56:13.979
Is that an invitation?

03:56:13.979 --> 03:56:15.220
Or a warning?

03:56:15.220 --> 03:56:18.739
It wasn’t even clear what kind of business
it might be advertising.

03:56:18.739 --> 03:56:22.399
He continues driving, but he can’t quit
thinking about that strange sign.

03:56:22.399 --> 03:56:26.289
He even feels compelled to turn around so
he can get another look at it, but there’s

03:56:26.289 --> 03:56:30.949
no need, because as he rounds a curve there’s
another of the same sign.

03:56:30.949 --> 03:56:35.709
This time he slows down as he passes to get
a better look and he was right, it just says

03:56:35.709 --> 03:56:39.100
“Get Away” multiple times with the name
of a road.

03:56:39.100 --> 03:56:40.409
Wagriwa Road.

03:56:40.409 --> 03:56:42.739
Must be Native American or something.

03:56:42.739 --> 03:56:45.300
Now he really can’t get the billboard out
of his mind.

03:56:45.300 --> 03:56:47.270
What does it mean?

03:56:47.270 --> 03:56:48.270
What is it advertising?

03:56:48.270 --> 03:56:50.640
And why is there a third one of them just
ahead of him?!

03:56:50.640 --> 03:56:53.749
He pulls his truck to the side of the road,
stopping with his headlights illuminating

03:56:53.749 --> 03:56:54.749
the sign.

03:56:54.749 --> 03:56:57.279
He gets out of the truck and stands in front
of the billboard.

03:56:57.279 --> 03:56:59.310
It’s just the same as the others.

03:56:59.310 --> 03:57:01.229
Get away written over and over.

03:57:01.229 --> 03:57:02.709
Wagriwa Road.

03:57:02.709 --> 03:57:06.330
He can see now that the background of the
sign is a picture of some trees on a gray,

03:57:06.330 --> 03:57:07.460
cloudy winter day.

03:57:07.460 --> 03:57:12.229
He also notices for the first time that there’s
another line at the bottom.

03:57:12.229 --> 03:57:13.689
Find what you are looking for.

03:57:13.689 --> 03:57:15.560
What does it mean?

03:57:15.560 --> 03:57:17.720
Find what you’re looking for on Wagriwa
Road?

03:57:17.720 --> 03:57:19.129
Where even is that?

03:57:19.129 --> 03:57:20.479
There’s no directions.

03:57:20.479 --> 03:57:21.479
No address.

03:57:21.479 --> 03:57:22.640
No phone number.

03:57:22.640 --> 03:57:25.800
He takes a step back from the sign and looks
up and down the darkened road.

03:57:25.800 --> 03:57:28.890
What is he doing out here on the side of the
road?

03:57:28.890 --> 03:57:31.689
Someone is stranded in a ditch waiting for
him and he’s staring at a billboard?

03:57:31.689 --> 03:57:35.770
He gets back into the truck, puts it in gear,
and drives away.

03:57:35.770 --> 03:57:39.760
As he continues down the tree lined rural
road though, he inevitably finds his thoughts

03:57:39.760 --> 03:57:41.630
turning back to the signs.

03:57:41.630 --> 03:57:42.630
Get away.

03:57:42.630 --> 03:57:44.060
But find what you’re looking for?

03:57:44.060 --> 03:57:45.419
It doesn’t make any sense.

03:57:45.419 --> 03:57:47.560
Or are you supposed to get away to Wagriwa
Road?

03:57:47.560 --> 03:57:49.600
Who would put these up?

03:57:49.600 --> 03:57:51.989
And why do they look so new?

03:57:51.989 --> 03:57:55.640
Everything else out here looks like it’s
for a business that shut down years ago?

03:57:55.640 --> 03:57:56.640
What are they trying to -

03:57:56.640 --> 03:58:00.510
He suddenly slams on his brakes and comes
to a screeching stop in the middle of the

03:58:00.510 --> 03:58:01.510
road.

03:58:01.510 --> 03:58:03.739
His eyes are locked on what’s in front of
him.

03:58:03.739 --> 03:58:08.379
His headlights aren’t lighting up another
billboard though, this time it is a worn road

03:58:08.379 --> 03:58:09.379
sign...

03:58:09.379 --> 03:58:11.029
Wagriwa Road.

03:58:11.029 --> 03:58:12.119
He can’t help it.

03:58:12.119 --> 03:58:14.109
He has to know what’s down this road.

03:58:14.109 --> 03:58:16.489
He has to know what these signs are about.

03:58:16.489 --> 03:58:19.229
The stuck driver can wait a few minutes longer.

03:58:19.229 --> 03:58:23.030
He turns his truck onto the narrow gravel
road and drives for a few hundred yards, following

03:58:23.030 --> 03:58:27.109
it around a couple of bends as it winds through
the trees, until it abruptly ends.

03:58:27.109 --> 03:58:31.859
There’s nothing out here, no buildings,
no signs, just what looks to be a dirt path

03:58:31.859 --> 03:58:33.470
leading deeper into the woods.

03:58:33.470 --> 03:58:38.149
The tow truck driver switches off the ignition
and the road is plunged into darkness.

03:58:38.149 --> 03:58:42.779
He reaches under his seat and takes out a
flashlight before getting out of the truck.

03:58:42.779 --> 03:58:46.930
He shines the light into the woods surrounding
him but there’s nothing to see…

03:58:46.930 --> 03:58:52.039
no wait, there is something, and it’s coming
down the path out of the trees.

03:58:52.039 --> 03:58:53.039
“Phil?

03:58:53.039 --> 03:58:54.039
Phil is that you?”

03:58:54.039 --> 03:58:56.609
The figure that stepped out of the woods is
talking to him.

03:58:56.609 --> 03:59:00.359
He shines his flashlight at them and they
raise a hand to shade their eyes from the

03:59:00.359 --> 03:59:01.359
light.

03:59:01.359 --> 03:59:02.359
“Sharon?!

03:59:02.359 --> 03:59:03.359
What are you doing out here?”

03:59:03.359 --> 03:59:07.489
It’s Sharon, the tow truck driver’s ex-wife,
but he thought she’d moved to Colorado after

03:59:07.489 --> 03:59:09.609
she remarried, why would she be here?

03:59:09.609 --> 03:59:11.850
And what was she doing emerging from the woods?

03:59:11.850 --> 03:59:12.920
“Phil, come here.

03:59:12.920 --> 03:59:14.340
I need to show you something.”

03:59:14.340 --> 03:59:19.919
He hesitates for just a moment, but then finds
that he’s walking towards his ex-wife.

03:59:19.919 --> 03:59:23.760
Before he can reach her she turns and starts
walking down the path back into the woods

03:59:23.760 --> 03:59:25.609
and he follows.

03:59:25.609 --> 03:59:30.279
He walks just behind her, his flashlight illuminating
the path in front of them.

03:59:30.279 --> 03:59:33.689
He thinks he hears a rustling coming from
the woods next to him and searches the trees

03:59:33.689 --> 03:59:35.619
with his flashlight but doesn’t see anything.

03:59:35.619 --> 03:59:38.239
“Come on, it’s just a little further,”
she says.

03:59:38.239 --> 03:59:39.739
“Where are we going?

03:59:39.739 --> 03:59:40.890
What’s just a little further?”

03:59:40.890 --> 03:59:43.149
“What you are looking for.”

03:59:43.149 --> 03:59:47.010
The woods suddenly open up and he finds that
they are standing in a clearing.

03:59:47.010 --> 03:59:49.670
She stops walking and he pauses next to her.

03:59:49.670 --> 03:59:52.970
He opens his mouth to speak but she quickly
shushes him.

03:59:52.970 --> 03:59:54.789
“Quiet, they’re almost here.”

03:59:54.789 --> 03:59:58.859
The tow truck driver looks around but he doesn’t
see anything, just the faint outline of trees

03:59:58.859 --> 04:00:01.550
that are barely visible on this moonless night.

04:00:01.550 --> 04:00:06.260
But then he watches as several creatures begin
to emerge out of the woods into the clearing.

04:00:06.260 --> 04:00:07.999
They’re… deer?

04:00:07.999 --> 04:00:12.489
He watches as just a few come towards him
at first, but then he notices that they have

04:00:12.489 --> 04:00:13.739
completely surrounded him.

04:00:13.739 --> 04:00:15.300
There must be over twenty.

04:00:15.300 --> 04:00:17.680
“Turn off your light” she tells him.

04:00:17.680 --> 04:00:22.340
He obeys and in the darkness he can see now
that there is something special about these

04:00:22.340 --> 04:00:23.340
deer.

04:00:23.340 --> 04:00:25.590
Their eyes are glowing with a pale white light.

04:00:25.590 --> 04:00:29.129
One of the smaller deer steps forward and
cautiously approaches him.

04:00:29.129 --> 04:00:33.569
He squats down and holds his hand out, showing
it that he means it no harm.

04:00:33.569 --> 04:00:37.380
The deer looks back nervously at a larger
one that he thinks must be its mother.

04:00:37.380 --> 04:00:41.290
It looks like it nods in approval, and the
smaller deer moves closer.

04:00:41.290 --> 04:00:44.890
He can clearly see its big, beautiful doe
eyes glow brightly in the dark.

04:00:44.890 --> 04:00:58.539
“You’re okay” he says, and leans forward
to give it a reassuring pet when -

04:00:58.539 --> 04:01:02.169
Following the mysterious disappearances of
multiple people in an area of West Virginia

04:01:02.169 --> 04:01:06.819
near the town of Harpers Ferry, the SCP Foundation
soon became interested in a particular stretch

04:01:06.819 --> 04:01:10.770
of road where it appeared that many of those
who had gone missing had traveled just prior

04:01:10.770 --> 04:01:12.760
to their vanishing.

04:01:12.760 --> 04:01:17.020
Agents were dispatched to the area and immediately
detected high levels of thaumaturgic energy,

04:01:17.020 --> 04:01:21.419
with the epicenter appearing to be on a plot
of privately owned land.

04:01:21.419 --> 04:01:24.459
Investigation of local records revealed that
the land was owned by a man named Richard

04:01:24.459 --> 04:01:25.609
Redkinne.

04:01:25.609 --> 04:01:29.720
The Foundation staff contacted Mr. Redkinne
under the guise of being federal agents investigating

04:01:29.720 --> 04:01:33.210
a crime that had been committed on the property
while he was away.

04:01:33.210 --> 04:01:37.709
Mr. Redkinne happily cooperated with the agents,
explaining to them that had never experienced

04:01:37.709 --> 04:01:41.510
any abnormal events on the property while
he was living there, but that he had not resided

04:01:41.510 --> 04:01:43.430
on the land for some time.

04:01:43.430 --> 04:01:47.209
Strangely he claimed to not know the road
as Wagriwa Road, insisting that as far as

04:01:47.209 --> 04:01:50.999
he knew it had never had an official name,
being nothing more than a long driveway out

04:01:50.999 --> 04:01:52.590
to his property.

04:01:52.590 --> 04:01:56.930
When asked if he could remember anything else
abnormal about the location, he told the agents

04:01:56.930 --> 04:02:00.649
no, but that his daughter had written many
fictional stories about strange happenings

04:02:00.649 --> 04:02:05.010
on the land, and perhaps those had somehow
turned into rumors and then urban legends,

04:02:05.010 --> 04:02:07.090
though that was a long time ago.

04:02:07.090 --> 04:02:10.750
When the agents requested to meet with the
daughter he explained that it was impossible,

04:02:10.750 --> 04:02:14.340
she had drowned many years prior in the nearby
Shenandoah River.

04:02:14.340 --> 04:02:18.760
The agents again examined the local records
and found that Mr. Redkinne wasn’t lying,

04:02:18.760 --> 04:02:22.520
his daughter really had passed away and her
body was found in the river.

04:02:22.520 --> 04:02:26.840
The timing of this accident was quite coincidental
though, as it had occurred exactly one week

04:02:26.840 --> 04:02:29.990
before the first missing person in the area
was reported.

04:02:29.990 --> 04:02:34.720
Quickly realizing that something was not quite
right with this piece of land, the SCP Foundation

04:02:34.720 --> 04:02:38.670
authorized the purchase from Mr. Redknine,
who was more than happy to sell, and a research

04:02:38.670 --> 04:02:42.760
outpost was constructed to further investigate
the anomalous events which had collectively

04:02:42.760 --> 04:02:45.930
been dubbed SCP-4434.

04:02:45.930 --> 04:02:49.809
While exploring the surrounding area, they
soon found what so many others had before

04:02:49.809 --> 04:02:54.859
- the bizarre billboards imploring one to
both “get away” as well as come to Wagriwa

04:02:54.859 --> 04:02:57.760
Road to “find what you are looking for.”

04:02:57.760 --> 04:03:03.930
The signs, which were designated as SCP-4434-A,
were found on roads across the West Virgina,

04:03:03.930 --> 04:03:08.340
Maryland, Virginia tri-state area, but their
locations would often change, with the billboards

04:03:08.340 --> 04:03:12.750
only manifesting for short amounts of time
before vanishing and reappearing elsewhere.

04:03:12.750 --> 04:03:17.279
Bizarrely, when attempts were made to photograph
or videotape the signs, the resulting footage

04:03:17.279 --> 04:03:20.119
would show only a blank, white sign.

04:03:20.119 --> 04:03:24.419
The Foundation knew that they needed to investigate
further, and several experiments were authorized

04:03:24.419 --> 04:03:29.850
to find just what was happening on the land
at the end of the mysterious road.

04:03:29.850 --> 04:03:34.239
A D-Class personnel, D-84021, was given a
radio and implanted with GPS locators in his

04:03:34.239 --> 04:03:38.729
neck, torso, and thigh, and sent down the
road with orders to report back on what they

04:03:38.729 --> 04:03:42.170
experienced, though unlike the people who
had gone missing, he was not shown the billboard

04:03:42.170 --> 04:03:44.419
prior to entering the area.

04:03:44.419 --> 04:03:48.300
The D-Class walked to the end of the road
where he reported that a creature was emerging

04:03:48.300 --> 04:03:50.529
from a path leading into the woods.

04:03:50.529 --> 04:03:53.430
He soon exclaimed that the creature was a
dog that he used to own.

04:03:53.430 --> 04:03:57.149
The researchers monitoring the test were confused,
since the dog had apparently been deceased

04:03:57.149 --> 04:04:01.379
for some time, and yet here it was standing
in front of him.

04:04:01.379 --> 04:04:04.689
Although the D-Class had seemed hesitant at
the start of the mission, once he saw his

04:04:04.689 --> 04:04:09.310
childhood dog, all of his fears were set aside
and he willingly followed it deeper into the

04:04:09.310 --> 04:04:10.630
forest.

04:04:10.630 --> 04:04:14.560
After 90 seconds, the D-Class reported that
he had entered a clearing and was being surrounded

04:04:14.560 --> 04:04:15.740
by a group of deer.

04:04:15.740 --> 04:04:21.689
The reports stopped soon after and were replaced
by the sound of screams as D-84021 was attacked

04:04:21.689 --> 04:04:23.739
and apparently consumed by the deer.

04:04:23.739 --> 04:04:28.329
Two of the three GPS trackers remained active
for the next forty minutes, and SCP researchers

04:04:28.329 --> 04:04:31.910
followed their path as they moved to the middle
of the clearing and then appeared to enter

04:04:31.910 --> 04:04:35.689
into a sinkhole or cave of some sort, where
they traveled slowly in a winding pattern

04:04:35.689 --> 04:04:38.880
downward until contact was lost.

04:04:38.880 --> 04:04:42.220
Following this test, the Foundation researchers
suspected that the creature that would emerge

04:04:42.220 --> 04:04:47.920
from the woods, which had been designated
as SCP-4434-B, was able to change forms into

04:04:47.920 --> 04:04:50.449
one that would be trusted by those who entered
the 4434 area.

04:04:50.449 --> 04:04:55.830
The deer, on the other hand, seemed to always
maintain their appearance, and the whole group

04:04:55.830 --> 04:05:02.250
was designated as SCP-4434-C. The tests were
far from over though.

04:05:02.250 --> 04:05:08.510
For the next, two D-Classes were sent into
SCP-4434 in order to see what form 4434-B

04:05:08.510 --> 04:05:11.119
would take when more than one person was present.

04:05:11.119 --> 04:05:15.699
Just like before, an entity emerged from the
woods, but this time it took the form of a

04:05:15.699 --> 04:05:19.989
young man in a suit who immediately offered
to clear any and all debts the D-Classes held

04:05:19.989 --> 04:05:24.500
as well as expunging their criminal records,
freeing them from their life as test subjects.

04:05:24.500 --> 04:05:27.910
All they would need to do is follow him into
the woods.

04:05:27.910 --> 04:05:31.660
The agents monitoring the test ordered the
D-Classes not to follow the man, but they

04:05:31.660 --> 04:05:38.319
were ignored, and the researchers listened
as they instead began conversing with SCP-4434-B,

04:05:38.319 --> 04:05:40.590
seeming to be quite interested in his offer.

04:05:40.590 --> 04:05:44.689
They soon followed him into the woods, and
just over two minutes later, they too were

04:05:44.689 --> 04:05:52.050
attacked and consumed by SCP-4434-C. It appeared
now that once someone entered the SCP-4434

04:05:52.050 --> 04:05:59.120
area, they were all but helpless to resist
the compulsive effects of SCP-4434-B.

04:05:59.120 --> 04:06:03.640
The Foundation researchers wanted to test
the limits of SCP-4434’s power, and so they

04:06:03.640 --> 04:06:07.249
then came up with a rather creative procedure
for the next test.

04:06:07.249 --> 04:06:11.090
Another D-Class personnel was sent down the
road, but this one was wearing a body harness

04:06:11.090 --> 04:06:15.069
that was connected to a pulley system, as
well as being equipped with a camera.

04:06:15.069 --> 04:06:22.090
He was ordered to wait at the edge of the
SCP-4434 area until the 4434-B entity appeared.

04:06:22.090 --> 04:06:25.629
The entity soon emerged, taking the form of
a middle aged woman.

04:06:25.629 --> 04:06:29.229
As soon as the D Class was seen conversing
with the entity and agreed to follow it, the

04:06:29.229 --> 04:06:32.770
pulley was engaged in order to forcibly pull
him out of the area.

04:06:32.770 --> 04:06:35.590
This was followed by an entirely unexpected
event.

04:06:35.590 --> 04:06:39.649
The middle aged woman quickly produced a knife,
and with a supernatural speed, severed the

04:06:39.649 --> 04:06:41.289
rope on the pulley system.

04:06:41.289 --> 04:06:45.770
The now freed D-Class stood up, followed the
woman into the woods, and was consumed soon

04:06:45.770 --> 04:06:47.029
after.

04:06:47.029 --> 04:06:50.310
The researchers were growing frustrated with
their lack of advancement in understanding

04:06:50.310 --> 04:06:54.779
the anomaly, and so for the fourth test, they
decided to take quite extreme measures.

04:06:54.779 --> 04:06:58.739
A drone was used to fly over the area, which
identified the mouth of the cave that the

04:06:58.739 --> 04:07:00.999
GPS trackers had been taken into.

04:07:00.999 --> 04:07:04.449
It was a three and a half meter wide hole
in the ground, too dark to see anything past

04:07:04.449 --> 04:07:08.169
the entrance, and the drone installed an anchor
point in the ground at the mouth of the hole

04:07:08.169 --> 04:07:13.229
before flying in to explore further, but the
signal was almost immediately lost.

04:07:13.229 --> 04:07:15.310
Progress had been made though.

04:07:15.310 --> 04:07:20.020
Yet another D-Class was selected, this time
one who had climbing experience.

04:07:20.020 --> 04:07:26.660
D-84041 was warned in advance that the SCP-4434-B
entity would appear to her and would have

04:07:26.660 --> 04:07:31.310
a compulsive affect, and that she was to ignore
them no matter what form they took and instead

04:07:31.310 --> 04:07:36.949
proceed as quickly as possible to the cave,
which had been designated as SCP-4434-D.

04:07:36.949 --> 04:07:43.329
D-84041 was taken to the road, and she immediately
began running down the path into the woods.

04:07:43.329 --> 04:07:47.379
She was able to reach the mouth of the cave
without seeing any anomalous entities, neither

04:07:47.379 --> 04:07:50.560
4434-B nor the carnivorous deer.

04:07:50.560 --> 04:07:54.180
She quickly attached the rope she had brought
to the anchor that was installed by the drone

04:07:54.180 --> 04:07:56.600
and began rappelling into the hole.

04:07:56.600 --> 04:08:01.220
As she descended down, she described a normal,
rocky cave, one that grew wetter the further

04:08:01.220 --> 04:08:02.279
down she went.

04:08:02.279 --> 04:08:06.310
Surprisingly, she soon reached the bottom,
where she found a spherical room, roughly

04:08:06.310 --> 04:08:10.669
eight meters across, but this was not anything
like the entrance to the cave.

04:08:10.669 --> 04:08:16.720
The floor of this room wasn’t made of rock
or dirt, it was more like flesh, and it appeared…

04:08:16.720 --> 04:08:17.720
to be breathing.

04:08:17.720 --> 04:08:22.930
And there was something else down there too,
a folded piece of paper with writing on it.

04:08:22.930 --> 04:08:26.390
The D-Class was ordered to pick up the paper,
take a sample of the cave floor, and exit

04:08:26.390 --> 04:08:32.090
the area as soon as possible, as there was
no way to predict if the SCP-4434-B and C

04:08:32.090 --> 04:08:35.260
entities, or something worse, would soon appear.

04:08:35.260 --> 04:08:37.709
After taking a sample she began climbing out
of the cave.

04:08:37.709 --> 04:08:41.829
When she emerged there were still no signs
of any anomalous creatures but she quickly

04:08:41.829 --> 04:08:46.399
made her way down the road and out of the
SCP-4434 area.

04:08:46.399 --> 04:08:50.699
When she reached the waiting Agents at the
edge of the area, D-84041 handed them the

04:08:50.699 --> 04:08:54.600
sample and the paper that she found but then
stopped and turned around.

04:08:54.600 --> 04:08:59.079
There on the ground roughly five meters away
was a plate of food.

04:08:59.079 --> 04:09:04.359
Without any hesitation she walked back into
the SCP-4434 area, picked up the plate, and

04:09:04.359 --> 04:09:05.930
walked back into the woods.

04:09:05.930 --> 04:09:07.800
She was never seen again.

04:09:07.800 --> 04:09:13.510
It was now clear that 4434-B could take forms
other than just humanoids and animals.

04:09:13.510 --> 04:09:18.600
As the objects that the D-Class had managed
to get out of SCP-4434 were analyzed, the

04:09:18.600 --> 04:09:22.770
area’s former owner, Richard Redkinne, was
again questioned by Foundation agents.

04:09:22.770 --> 04:09:25.800
They asked him if there was anything that
he failed to mention in their previous interview

04:09:25.800 --> 04:09:30.390
and he told them that there was one thing
that he preferred not to normally discuss.

04:09:30.390 --> 04:09:33.939
Just before his daughter’s death, in addition
to her fascination with writing and coming

04:09:33.939 --> 04:09:37.899
up with stories, she had become obsessed with
the occult.

04:09:37.899 --> 04:09:42.720
When they asked him about the paper they had
found within SCP-4434-D, he told them that

04:09:42.720 --> 04:09:45.089
it was very likely that she had written it.

04:09:45.089 --> 04:09:49.000
The SCP Foundation now understood why they
had detected so many thaumaturgic particles

04:09:49.000 --> 04:09:53.350
in the area, which is the residual energy
left over from a particular form of ritualistic

04:09:53.350 --> 04:09:57.840
practice that is more commonly known as “magic”
or “witchcraft.”

04:09:57.840 --> 04:10:01.739
The contents of the paper found in the cave
seem to add additional weight to the theory

04:10:01.739 --> 04:10:07.129
that his daughter may have been involved in
a ritual that led to the creation of SCP-4434,

04:10:07.129 --> 04:10:10.489
because written on the single page is a poem
which reads:

04:10:10.489 --> 04:10:14.430
The forest is a sea;
the wind is the waves and the water is the

04:10:14.430 --> 04:10:15.720
leaves.

04:10:15.720 --> 04:10:19.520
The streams become undercurrents,
the birds become fish,

04:10:19.520 --> 04:10:24.149
and coral finds its home as fungus,
growths sprouting as I wish.

04:10:24.149 --> 04:10:27.039
The ground is the shore,
pulling me by the feet,

04:10:27.039 --> 04:10:30.930
dragging me down and pulling me back
Back and forth on repeat.

04:10:30.930 --> 04:10:35.619
I dove down past the light
down where I couldn't breathe,

04:10:35.619 --> 04:10:38.340
and found nature looking for a fight.

04:10:38.340 --> 04:10:42.829
Yes, the forest is a sea,
but I've made it barely big enough for me.

04:10:42.829 --> 04:10:47.629
The forest is a sea,
so now something's bound to come eat.

04:10:47.629 --> 04:10:51.649
Things only became more mysterious though
when Foundation researchers performed a DNA

04:10:51.649 --> 04:10:56.420
test on the sample taken from the bottom of
the SCP-4434-D cave.

04:10:56.420 --> 04:11:01.749
What they found was that it was, just as D-84041
had described, a flesh-like substance.

04:11:01.749 --> 04:11:10.119
And that it was a 78.9% match to Melanocetus
johnsoni, better known as the Deep Sea Anglerfish.

04:11:10.119 --> 04:11:12.680
And there was one final discovery to be made
as well.

04:11:12.680 --> 04:11:16.439
Linguistic teams within the Foundation investigated
the name of the road that had appeared on

04:11:16.439 --> 04:11:21.999
the SCP-4434-A billboards and discovered that
the word was very similar to the Native American

04:11:21.999 --> 04:11:26.329
Tutelo tribe word wágriwa, which roughly
translates to the phrase…

04:11:26.329 --> 04:11:28.560
I have come back.

04:11:28.560 --> 04:11:32.460
Now you should come back as well, by subscribing
and turning on notifications to make sure

04:11:32.460 --> 04:11:38.149
you don’t miss a single anomaly, like SCP-054,
the Water Nymph, another strange and perhaps

04:11:38.149 --> 04:11:43.189
misunderstood creature, as we delve further
and further into the SCP Foundation’s classified

04:11:43.189 --> 04:11:52.039
archives.

04:11:52.039 --> 04:11:56.260
The explorer slashes his way through the jungle,
using his large machete to hack through the

04:11:56.260 --> 04:11:57.880
thick undergrowth.

04:11:57.880 --> 04:12:01.999
He suddenly stops and turns around, “Which
way was it again?”

04:12:01.999 --> 04:12:06.390
His local guide answers but he must wait for
him to finish and his research assistant to

04:12:06.390 --> 04:12:07.390
translate.

04:12:07.390 --> 04:12:11.069
“He says to continue straight, it’s just
another hundred yards or so.”

04:12:11.069 --> 04:12:15.209
The gentleman explorer offers a quick nod
before turning to resume cutting his way through

04:12:15.209 --> 04:12:16.629
the forest.

04:12:16.629 --> 04:12:20.840
The guide was right though, because after
a short way the dense jungle suddenly opens

04:12:20.840 --> 04:12:25.760
up, giving way to a clearing that reveals
one of the most incredible things the explorer

04:12:25.760 --> 04:12:27.609
has ever seen.

04:12:27.609 --> 04:12:32.750
Just ahead of him, rising out of the forest
is a massive, ancient stone temple.

04:12:32.750 --> 04:12:38.589
A huge step pyramid of solid stone, intricately
carved and covered with elaborate statues.

04:12:38.589 --> 04:12:42.819
The colossal structure looks like it has been
abandoned for centuries if not longer, with

04:12:42.819 --> 04:12:47.210
nature having done its best to reclaim the
stone and cover the pyramid in vines and other

04:12:47.210 --> 04:12:48.210
plants.

04:12:48.210 --> 04:12:51.880
The team approaches the temple but stops in
front of a stone monument that stands in front

04:12:51.880 --> 04:12:52.880
of it.

04:12:52.880 --> 04:12:56.879
The explorer traces its carved lines with
his finger, knocking the dirt away to reveal

04:12:56.879 --> 04:12:58.939
its weathered pictograph.

04:12:58.939 --> 04:13:04.029
It appears to depict a sort of creature, but
with large, spread wings instead of arms.

04:13:04.029 --> 04:13:07.279
“Perhaps a kind of… ritualistic garb?”

04:13:07.279 --> 04:13:09.609
the explorer says to his assistant.

04:13:09.609 --> 04:13:13.640
The assistant hastily scribbles in her notebook,
trying to document everything she can.

04:13:13.640 --> 04:13:18.279
“Yes, this is definitely a priest-like figure
of some kind, maybe a leader of this temple

04:13:18.279 --> 04:13:22.220
thanks to the connection he shares to their
- “ the explorer’s musings are interrupted

04:13:22.220 --> 04:13:24.770
by his guide, who he angrily spins around
to face.

04:13:24.770 --> 04:13:25.770
“Yes, what?!

04:13:25.770 --> 04:13:26.770
What is it?”

04:13:26.770 --> 04:13:30.380
His research assistant translates for him
as usual, “he says that we should go no

04:13:30.380 --> 04:13:32.800
further, that it’s too dangerous.”

04:13:32.800 --> 04:13:37.470
“Nonsense,” replies the explorer, “we
came all this way, and who knows what fantastic

04:13:37.470 --> 04:13:39.800
treasures await us inside…

04:13:39.800 --> 04:13:42.319
Historical treasures I mean, artifacts.

04:13:42.319 --> 04:13:43.590
Treasures of knowledge, of course.”

04:13:43.590 --> 04:13:48.069
“Of course,” replies his assistant before
following her boss as he starts making his

04:13:48.069 --> 04:13:52.470
way up the step pyramid, as the guide holds
true to his stated intentions and waits near

04:13:52.470 --> 04:13:54.300
the edge of the jungle.

04:13:54.300 --> 04:13:58.029
The two of them walk through an entrance that
leads into a long, dark hallway.

04:13:58.029 --> 04:14:02.189
With only torches to light their way, it’s
impossible to see just how deep it runs into

04:14:02.189 --> 04:14:03.350
the temple.

04:14:03.350 --> 04:14:07.680
The explorer stops to examine the walls which
are covered in even more carvings.

04:14:07.680 --> 04:14:12.020
He can see that there are complicated geometric
patterns, but also many more depictions of

04:14:12.020 --> 04:14:15.459
the same winged creature that was on the monument
outside.

04:14:15.459 --> 04:14:18.510
Here though, the creatures are depicted in
moments of action.

04:14:18.510 --> 04:14:23.660
They appear to be running, chasing, reaching
out and grabbing for… people.

04:14:23.660 --> 04:14:29.069
They are shown attacking them, picking them
up, carrying them away to… right where the

04:14:29.069 --> 04:14:32.919
pictograph story should reveal its climax
is a chunk of missing wall.

04:14:32.919 --> 04:14:35.010
It must have fallen off at some point.

04:14:35.010 --> 04:14:40.470
“Ah, oh well,” the explorer declares before
moving on to explore more of the temple.

04:14:40.470 --> 04:14:42.659
His assistant doesn’t follow though.

04:14:42.659 --> 04:14:46.739
She spots several pieces of stone on the floor
underneath the missing panel and kneels down

04:14:46.739 --> 04:14:48.479
to get a closer look.

04:14:48.479 --> 04:14:52.880
She begins to gather them together, rearranging
the various pieces back into their original

04:14:52.880 --> 04:14:53.880
form.

04:14:53.880 --> 04:14:57.249
Meanwhile the explorer’s attention has been
caught by something else.

04:14:57.249 --> 04:15:02.100
On the other side of the hall is a statue
of a tall, proud warrior, and in his hand,

04:15:02.100 --> 04:15:07.290
he clutches a large, bejeweled spear, the
gemstones adorning it sparkling in the torchlight.

04:15:07.290 --> 04:15:10.729
The explorer reaches out and grips the spear’s
handle.

04:15:10.729 --> 04:15:15.189
He begins to pull, perhaps being a little
rougher than one should with an ancient artifact,

04:15:15.189 --> 04:15:19.810
but he wants this fabulous jeweled piece,
and even more than the spear itself, he wants

04:15:19.810 --> 04:15:22.319
the acclaim it will bring him back home.

04:15:22.319 --> 04:15:26.680
As the explorer pulls on the spear his research
assistant moves the final piece of the broken

04:15:26.680 --> 04:15:28.409
wall carving into position.

04:15:28.409 --> 04:15:32.140
She holds her torch over it to get a better
look and she gasps.

04:15:32.140 --> 04:15:35.909
The winged creatures are carrying people away,
but that isn’t the end of the story.

04:15:35.909 --> 04:15:40.020
They are bringing them somewhere, and she
can see now that they are being presented

04:15:40.020 --> 04:15:41.850
to an even bigger winged creature.

04:15:41.850 --> 04:15:46.319
It’s a monster, a monster that is feeding
on the people.

04:15:46.319 --> 04:15:50.869
The assistant turns to tell the explorer what
she has found, and just as she does, she watches

04:15:50.869 --> 04:15:54.770
as he is finally able to rend the spear loose
from the statue’s grip.

04:15:54.770 --> 04:15:59.109
The statue finally letting go causes him to
fall backwards to the ground where he lies,

04:15:59.109 --> 04:16:01.859
marveling at the beautiful jeweled spear in
his hands.

04:16:01.859 --> 04:16:02.859
“Look out!”

04:16:02.859 --> 04:16:03.859
yells his assistant.

04:16:03.859 --> 04:16:07.710
The explorer doesn’t notice that the statue
is precariously rocking back and forth, and

04:16:07.710 --> 04:16:11.430
he rolls out of the way just before it crashes
down right where he was lying and admiring

04:16:11.430 --> 04:16:12.430
the spear.

04:16:12.430 --> 04:16:15.209
“Are you ok?” she asks as she rushes over.

04:16:15.209 --> 04:16:17.359
“I think so,” he tells her.

04:16:17.359 --> 04:16:19.640
“Just a little bump on the head.

04:16:19.640 --> 04:16:21.199
Nothing that can’t be fixed up by a good
- ”

04:16:21.199 --> 04:16:23.149
“By a good what?”

04:16:23.149 --> 04:16:26.470
she asks, but he seems distracted by something
behind her.

04:16:26.470 --> 04:16:29.949
“By a good… by a good…

04:16:29.949 --> 04:16:31.680
By god what is that?”

04:16:31.680 --> 04:16:35.899
He points and the research assistant turns
to see something emerging from a hole in the

04:16:35.899 --> 04:16:37.479
wall where the statue once stood.

04:16:37.479 --> 04:16:39.920
It’s one of the creatures from the wall
carvings.

04:16:39.920 --> 04:16:44.449
A bizarre half man, half lizard, with wings
instead of arms, though there’s no flesh

04:16:44.449 --> 04:16:46.409
at all, the creature is completely made of
bone.

04:16:46.409 --> 04:16:51.369
The two of them both scream at the skeletonized,
half-human, and the creature screams right

04:16:51.369 --> 04:16:55.140
back at them, emitting a shrill, high-pitched
squeal.

04:16:55.140 --> 04:16:58.510
Suddenly more of the creatures begin to emerge
from the hole in the wall, with others crawling

04:16:58.510 --> 04:17:02.350
out of previously unseen and unnoticed holes
in the walls and ceiling.

04:17:02.350 --> 04:17:05.699
The creatures rush towards them, blocking
their way out of the temple, and the pair

04:17:05.699 --> 04:17:09.140
have no choice but to run further down the
darkened hallway.

04:17:09.140 --> 04:17:12.890
As they run, more of the creatures emerge
from holes in the darkness, screaming at them

04:17:12.890 --> 04:17:16.109
and grasping at them with the sharp claws
on the end of their wings.

04:17:16.109 --> 04:17:19.960
As they round a corner, one reaches out and
grasps the explorer’s ankle causing him

04:17:19.960 --> 04:17:22.550
to trip and fall hard onto the stone floor.

04:17:22.550 --> 04:17:26.020
His assistant rushes to his aid, but as she
is helping him up, two more of the creatures

04:17:26.020 --> 04:17:29.539
appear behind her and envelop her in their
bony, winged arms.

04:17:29.539 --> 04:17:32.779
The explorer stands up and stabs at one of
them with the jeweled spear as they drag her

04:17:32.779 --> 04:17:36.399
into a dark hole, but a third tears it from
his hands.

04:17:36.399 --> 04:17:40.229
With more still coming down the hallway behind
him, the explorer has to run.

04:17:40.229 --> 04:17:43.669
The hallway in front of him looks to have
collapsed at some point in the past and he

04:17:43.669 --> 04:17:47.680
has no choice but to enter one of the dark
tunnels that has been carved into the rock.

04:17:47.680 --> 04:17:52.069
The narrow tunnel winds back and forth and
the explorer is unsure of where he is going

04:17:52.069 --> 04:17:53.189
or what his plan is.

04:17:53.189 --> 04:17:56.909
He rounds a bend and the tunnel opens up into
a gigantic room.

04:17:56.909 --> 04:18:01.430
The ceiling must be over a hundred feet high,
and he can’t see the furthest walls with

04:18:01.430 --> 04:18:05.121
the only light emitted by his torch, and a
dim beam of sunlight coming down through a

04:18:05.121 --> 04:18:07.209
hole high up on the ceiling.

04:18:07.209 --> 04:18:10.189
He notices too that it has suddenly gone quiet.

04:18:10.189 --> 04:18:14.569
He turns and looks back at the tunnel he has
just emerged from and notices that the sound

04:18:14.569 --> 04:18:17.840
of the horrible creatures that were chasing
him has ceased.

04:18:17.840 --> 04:18:22.600
The explorer hears something coming from deeper
in the giant room and turns back, peering

04:18:22.600 --> 04:18:24.029
into the darkness.

04:18:24.029 --> 04:18:29.589
There in the single beam of light he sees
one of the winged creatures, but it is moving

04:18:29.589 --> 04:18:33.319
strangely, as if it isn’t walking, but floating
up into the air.

04:18:33.319 --> 04:18:35.629
And that’s because it isn’t walking.

04:18:35.629 --> 04:18:39.609
As it gets closer, the explorer can see that
the winged creature is stuck on the tooth

04:18:39.609 --> 04:18:41.289
of a gigantic, monstrous mouth.

04:18:41.289 --> 04:18:45.300
The huge, winged creature emerges from the
darkness into the beam of light, tossing back

04:18:45.300 --> 04:18:49.760
its giant head to consume the creature that
was stuck in its teeth, its bones loudly cracking

04:18:49.760 --> 04:18:51.329
in its mouth.

04:18:51.329 --> 04:18:56.119
Now in the light, the explorer can see that
the monster, which itself must be hundreds

04:18:56.119 --> 04:18:59.169
of feet long, is a huge flying lizard of some
kind.

04:18:59.169 --> 04:19:05.359
Or at least it was at one time, since now
the majority of its body is made only of bone.

04:19:05.359 --> 04:19:09.229
What scraps of flesh are left hang off in
rotten ribbons.

04:19:09.229 --> 04:19:14.039
The monster opens its mouth and roars at the
explorer, its foul breath smells like a mausoleum

04:19:14.039 --> 04:19:16.619
opening up hitting the explorer in the face.

04:19:16.619 --> 04:19:20.720
The explorer tries to run but the monster
swipes out with a bony wing that still has

04:19:20.720 --> 04:19:24.119
a few blackened strips of leathery skin on
it and knocks him to the ground.

04:19:24.119 --> 04:19:29.289
He is pinned to the floor with a huge spiny
claw, as the creature opens its mouth, roaring

04:19:29.289 --> 04:19:31.069
again before moving its head down to start
feasting on its meal.

04:19:31.069 --> 04:19:37.649
The explorer closes his eyes, bracing himself
to be eaten alive when the creature suddenly

04:19:37.649 --> 04:19:39.670
lets out an ear piercing scream.

04:19:39.670 --> 04:19:43.270
The explorer opens his eyes to see the jeweled
spear sticking out of one of the few spots

04:19:43.270 --> 04:19:47.810
of flesh remaining on the creature’s clawed
foot, and gripping the shaft, is his assistant.

04:19:47.810 --> 04:19:50.839
She looks a little worse for wear, but she’s
alive.

04:19:50.839 --> 04:19:52.300
She offers him a hand to help him up.

04:19:52.300 --> 04:19:56.560
They need to get out of there, but first the
explorer pulls the spear from the monster's

04:19:56.560 --> 04:19:57.560
claw.

04:19:57.560 --> 04:20:01.149
The two start running, doing everything they
can to avoid the monster as it claws and swipes

04:20:01.149 --> 04:20:02.149
at them.

04:20:02.149 --> 04:20:06.919
They spot an illuminated opening at the other
end of the vast room and with no other option,

04:20:06.919 --> 04:20:08.470
start heading towards it.

04:20:08.470 --> 04:20:11.779
As they get closer they can see it’s just
what they needed - daylight.

04:20:11.779 --> 04:20:12.979
Escape.

04:20:12.979 --> 04:20:17.359
They both slide to a stop at the cusp of the
opening, nearly tumbling over the edge.

04:20:17.359 --> 04:20:21.130
On the other side, the tunnel opening up out
of the side of the temple gives way to nothing

04:20:21.130 --> 04:20:24.539
but air, and a drop of hundreds of feet down
to the jungle below.

04:20:24.539 --> 04:20:28.399
They turn to see the monster still rushing
towards them and without time to think any

04:20:28.399 --> 04:20:33.270
longer they both jump, just seconds before
the creature snaps its bony jaws in the place

04:20:33.270 --> 04:20:34.369
where they were standing.

04:20:34.369 --> 04:20:38.720
It’s too big to fit anything more than its
mouth out the door and it howls and screams

04:20:38.720 --> 04:20:42.569
as they fall through the air before crashing
into the ground below.

04:20:42.569 --> 04:20:46.050
The assistant slowly opens her eyes to see
someone…

04:20:46.050 --> 04:20:47.380
It's their guide.

04:20:47.380 --> 04:20:50.579
He is cradling her head, and asking if she’s
okay.

04:20:50.579 --> 04:20:54.479
She sits up, dazed and more than a little
bruised from her fall.

04:20:54.479 --> 04:20:58.380
She asks the guide where the explorer is,
if he’s alright, and the guide lowers his

04:20:58.380 --> 04:21:00.909
eyes, looking as though he’d rather not
answer.

04:21:00.909 --> 04:21:05.749
He points next to them without looking and
the assistant turns to see the explorer lying

04:21:05.749 --> 04:21:13.770
on the ground a few feet away from them, his
body impaled on the jeweled spear.

04:21:13.770 --> 04:21:18.129
History is full of tales and legends about
gods, monsters, and everything in between.

04:21:18.129 --> 04:21:23.510
But not all of these are just stories, and
in fact sometimes the reality is even more

04:21:23.510 --> 04:21:25.720
terrifying than what we could envision.

04:21:25.720 --> 04:21:32.029
And that is exactly the case when it comes
to SCP-4959, also known as the Teotihuacan

04:21:32.029 --> 04:21:33.709
Pterodactylactery.

04:21:33.709 --> 04:21:39.359
SCP-4959 is a huge creature that resembles
a pterosaur, which were flying reptiles that

04:21:39.359 --> 04:21:41.279
existed during the Mesozoic Era.

04:21:41.279 --> 04:21:47.680
While pterosaurs have been extinct for millions
of years, SCP-4959 is very much alive, or

04:21:47.680 --> 04:21:49.779
at the very least, animate.

04:21:49.779 --> 04:21:54.529
This massive anomaly, whose wingspan stretches
approximately 50 meters, is in a living state

04:21:54.529 --> 04:21:59.939
of decomposition, with roughly 70% of its
flesh having rotted or otherwise fallen away,

04:21:59.939 --> 04:22:04.050
leaving only small patches of skin and decaying
tissue clinging to its bones.

04:22:04.050 --> 04:22:08.189
The flesh that does remain shows no signs
of further decomposition though, as if it

04:22:08.189 --> 04:22:12.500
is permanently locked into this specific stage
of advanced decay.

04:22:12.500 --> 04:22:17.100
Tests of 4959’s flesh have shown no apparent
abnormalities, save for a slightly higher

04:22:17.100 --> 04:22:19.149
than expected concentration of iridium.

04:22:19.149 --> 04:22:23.819
Its eyes are no longer present, but the eye
sockets somehow shine with a bright green

04:22:23.819 --> 04:22:26.729
light, though the source of this luminescence
is unknown.

04:22:26.729 --> 04:22:33.960
When angered, the creature also emits a multicolored
corona of fire from its wings, skull, and

04:22:33.960 --> 04:22:34.960
neck.

04:22:34.960 --> 04:22:37.629
SCP-4959 was discovered in a gigantic chamber
beneath the Temple of the Feathered Serpent

04:22:37.629 --> 04:22:39.890
in Teotihuacan, Mexico.

04:22:39.890 --> 04:22:44.379
A number of tunnels connect to the chamber,
and these too are anything but empty.

04:22:44.379 --> 04:22:48.750
Lurking within the temple’s many twisting
passages, are entities that have been designated

04:22:48.750 --> 04:22:54.970
SCP-4959-A. These are humanoid size creatures
appear to be constructed of various human

04:22:54.970 --> 04:23:00.029
and pterosaur bones, creating an all-new creature
that is an amalgamation of both.

04:23:00.029 --> 04:23:04.279
The bones are connected to a central, stone-like
heart, but it is unknown if this heart was

04:23:04.279 --> 04:23:08.590
carved from stone or if it was at one time
a real heart that turned to stone through

04:23:08.590 --> 04:23:12.779
a process of ossification, nor is it fully
understood just how the bones are connected

04:23:12.779 --> 04:23:14.520
to it or stay together.

04:23:14.520 --> 04:23:19.260
The 4959-A entities also have a number of
varying adornments on their bodies which can

04:23:19.260 --> 04:23:24.520
include strips of decayed fabric, feathers,
and precious stones, that resemble those worn

04:23:24.520 --> 04:23:28.270
by the indigenous people who resided in the
area many centuries ago.

04:23:28.270 --> 04:23:35.039
SCP-4959 is carnivorous, though it is unknown
if it requires or simply desires to feed.

04:23:35.039 --> 04:23:41.220
Regardless, it seems to be the task of the
SCP-4959-A entities to bring it meals, since

04:23:41.220 --> 04:23:45.369
the 4959 creature itself is too large to leave
its chamber beneath the temple.

04:23:45.369 --> 04:23:49.489
The hallways and passages that originally
connected the temple to the chamber housing

04:23:49.489 --> 04:23:54.640
SCP-4959 have all collapsed, and the only
tunnels now leading to it were most likely

04:23:54.640 --> 04:23:59.119
dug into the rock and earth by the 4959-A
entities.

04:23:59.119 --> 04:24:02.989
They search through these tunnels, most often
working at night, looking for small animals

04:24:02.989 --> 04:24:07.899
like birds and lizards, but also occasionally
finding a larger animal or even a human who

04:24:07.899 --> 04:24:10.350
has somehow found themselves inside.

04:24:10.350 --> 04:24:14.129
They will then bring their live prey directly
to the giant pterosaur, offering them up as

04:24:14.129 --> 04:24:16.829
both a meal and a sacrifice.

04:24:16.829 --> 04:24:23.339
SCP-4959 will then proceed to eat the prey
whole, sometimes consuming the 4959-A entity

04:24:23.339 --> 04:24:25.359
at the same time as well.

04:24:25.359 --> 04:24:29.379
The temple itself is covered in carvings and
murals that give numerous hints as to the

04:24:29.379 --> 04:24:32.100
origin of SCP-4959.

04:24:32.100 --> 04:24:36.180
While it is unknown just how it got there,
It appears as though the local people discovered

04:24:36.180 --> 04:24:40.249
the creature within its chamber, and regarded
it as an avatar of their Feathered Serpent

04:24:40.249 --> 04:24:42.920
god or perhaps another unknown deity.

04:24:42.920 --> 04:24:47.600
A temple was constructed at the site, and
they soon began making sacrifices to the god-creature

04:24:47.600 --> 04:24:51.869
that lived beneath, starting with small animals,
but then progressing to human sacrifices on

04:24:51.869 --> 04:24:53.939
important holy days.

04:24:53.939 --> 04:24:57.869
There is also something else shown in the
murals that looks to be of great importance.

04:24:57.869 --> 04:25:04.089
It seems as though SCP-4959 possessed a sort
of “heart” which is depicted as a large

04:25:04.089 --> 04:25:08.989
gemstone, described as being “red as blood
and bright as the rising sun.”

04:25:08.989 --> 04:25:12.569
This gemstone was previously housed at the
pinnacle of the temple, though its current

04:25:12.569 --> 04:25:15.050
location is unknown.

04:25:15.050 --> 04:25:19.060
Following intense study of the site by SCP
Foundation historians, a narrative was pieced

04:25:19.060 --> 04:25:22.430
together that may explain at least some of
what happened there.

04:25:22.430 --> 04:25:26.199
It seems as though there was an uprising within
the local population in roughly the sixth

04:25:26.199 --> 04:25:27.300
century AD.

04:25:27.300 --> 04:25:32.029
A conflict had arisen amongst the people as
to whether this really was a god, or something

04:25:32.029 --> 04:25:34.649
else, something evil.

04:25:34.649 --> 04:25:39.510
Those who doubted the deific origins of SCP-4959
wrested control of the temple and journeyed

04:25:39.510 --> 04:25:42.260
into its depths to attempt to kill the creature.

04:25:42.260 --> 04:25:46.470
The many scorch marks on the wall are a testament
to the battle that likely took place, and

04:25:46.470 --> 04:25:49.810
while they suffered many losses, it appears
as though they were at least able to seal

04:25:49.810 --> 04:25:51.510
the chamber shut.

04:25:51.510 --> 04:25:55.589
It is currently unknown what became of the
great jewel on top of the temple after this,

04:25:55.589 --> 04:25:59.560
but its location is of great interest to the
Foundation given that it may well be the source

04:25:59.560 --> 04:26:02.699
of SCP-4959’s longevity.

04:26:02.699 --> 04:26:07.800
SCP-4959 has been classified as Euclid, and
it continues to be contained within the chamber

04:26:07.800 --> 04:26:11.379
beneath the Temple of the Feathered Serpent,
though all of the tunnel entrances leading

04:26:11.379 --> 04:26:14.310
into it have been blocked by reinforced gates.

04:26:14.310 --> 04:26:19.930
If new ones are discovered as the result of
SCP-4959-A’s continued tunneling, they too

04:26:19.930 --> 04:26:21.960
are to be gated and sealed.

04:26:21.960 --> 04:26:26.800
Once per week, a large, live animal, most
often a cow, is deposited down a shaft that

04:26:26.800 --> 04:26:32.050
leads directly to the chamber, and so far,
this seems to be keeping SCP-4959 content

04:26:32.050 --> 04:26:34.250
to stay within its tomb.

04:26:34.250 --> 04:26:35.619
Just what is SCP-4959?

04:26:35.619 --> 04:26:39.689
And what are the half-man, half-pterosaur
creatures who serve it?

04:26:39.689 --> 04:26:44.390
Are they former human sacrifices, now destined
to live an eternity in servitude to their

04:26:44.390 --> 04:26:45.390
master?

04:26:45.390 --> 04:26:50.619
If SCP-4959 was a god at one point, the fact
that we are now the ones responsible for feeding

04:26:50.619 --> 04:26:55.989
it and keeping it happy means that in a sense,
we’re the ones serving it now.

04:26:55.989 --> 04:27:01.949
Now go and watch another entry from the files
of Dr. Bob, like SCP-3700 The Tides of War,

04:27:01.949 --> 04:27:04.630
for another anomaly with god-like implications.

04:27:04.630 --> 04:27:09.020
And make sure you subscribe and turn on notifications,
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04:27:16.069 --> 04:27:20.289
Two teenagers cautiously approach an old,
decrepit house.

04:27:20.289 --> 04:27:24.749
The house looks like it was built hundreds
of years ago and from the outside, it appears

04:27:24.749 --> 04:27:27.350
to be in a serious state of disrepair.

04:27:27.350 --> 04:27:31.340
The walls are cracked and weathered, the roof
looks to have holes in it, and one of the

04:27:31.340 --> 04:27:33.999
decorative columns has completely collapsed.

04:27:33.999 --> 04:27:38.020
The teenagers have heard rumors about this
dilapidated home though, and they have heard

04:27:38.020 --> 04:27:40.979
there are riches still to be found inside.

04:27:40.979 --> 04:27:45.409
One of the teens starts walking up the stairs
onto the porch, but his friend seems reluctant

04:27:45.409 --> 04:27:46.600
to follow.

04:27:46.600 --> 04:27:48.789
Is he sure that no one lives here?

04:27:48.789 --> 04:27:52.800
The braver of the teens tells his friend that
he’s been watching the house for days and

04:27:52.800 --> 04:27:55.189
hasn’t seen anyone come in or out.

04:27:55.189 --> 04:27:59.609
The only signs of life have been a very faint
light visible between the cracks of the house’s

04:27:59.609 --> 04:28:00.609
boarded up windows.

04:28:00.609 --> 04:28:04.109
And he’s not even sure if he actually saw
any lights or not.

04:28:04.109 --> 04:28:07.839
If there is anyone in there, it’s just some
crazy old person.

04:28:07.839 --> 04:28:11.399
They can easily scare them off and loot the
house at their leisure.

04:28:11.399 --> 04:28:15.859
His friend still doesn’t look sure, but
the other teen proceeds to take out a lockpick.

04:28:15.859 --> 04:28:18.569
He tells his friend to keep a lookout while
he works on the door.

04:28:18.569 --> 04:28:23.109
He doesn’t need to keep watch for long though,
since the lock almost immediately opens with

04:28:23.109 --> 04:28:24.760
a loud click.

04:28:24.760 --> 04:28:27.999
He opens the door carefully, but it still
squeaks loudly.

04:28:27.999 --> 04:28:32.500
Through the crack he can’t see much of anything
inside, it looks very dark.

04:28:32.500 --> 04:28:36.180
“Come on,” he tells his friend, as he
slips inside.

04:28:36.180 --> 04:28:40.680
His friend looks nervous as he watches his
friend disappear into the house.

04:28:40.680 --> 04:28:42.069
Suddenly there’s a loud crash!

04:28:42.069 --> 04:28:45.340
“Oh no, we’ve been caught!” he thinks
as he spins around.

04:28:45.340 --> 04:28:50.250
But he doesn’t see a police officer coming
to arrest them or a nosy passerby, instead

04:28:50.250 --> 04:28:55.510
he watches as a cat chases a rat into some
trash cans, knocking more of them over.

04:28:55.510 --> 04:28:59.279
He breathes a sigh of relief as he watches
the cat come out of the pile of trash, holding

04:28:59.279 --> 04:29:01.649
its prey limply by the tail.

04:29:01.649 --> 04:29:06.020
He turns to follow his friend into the house
but is stopped when the door snaps shut in

04:29:06.020 --> 04:29:07.180
his face.

04:29:07.180 --> 04:29:09.499
He tries the doorknob, but it’s locked.

04:29:09.499 --> 04:29:11.539
He taps quietly on the door.

04:29:11.539 --> 04:29:12.720
No response.

04:29:12.720 --> 04:29:18.069
He taps a little louder, whispering “Hey,
what’s going on?” but still no response.

04:29:18.069 --> 04:29:19.529
What is going on?

04:29:19.529 --> 04:29:24.310
Inside, his friend is also pulling on the
doorknob but it’s no use, the door won’t

04:29:24.310 --> 04:29:26.489
budge and the lock won’t turn.

04:29:26.489 --> 04:29:30.699
He also tries tapping lightly on the door
but there’s no signs from outside that anyone

04:29:30.699 --> 04:29:31.920
has heard him.

04:29:31.920 --> 04:29:33.419
He’s trapped.

04:29:33.419 --> 04:29:35.539
He looks around the darkened room.

04:29:35.539 --> 04:29:39.279
Just like the outside, the interior looks
like it hasn’t been updated in hundreds

04:29:39.279 --> 04:29:40.869
of years.

04:29:40.869 --> 04:29:46.430
Dust and cobwebs are everywhere, like no one
has set foot inside in decades, and yet, on

04:29:46.430 --> 04:29:51.169
several small tables and shelves around the
room, are lit candles.

04:29:51.169 --> 04:29:54.340
With no other option, he decides to move deeper
into the house.

04:29:54.340 --> 04:29:58.760
He creeps into the next room, which is in
much the same condition as the first, dusty

04:29:58.760 --> 04:30:03.449
and old but with several candles placed around
that give off just the faintest amount of

04:30:03.449 --> 04:30:05.550
flickering yellow light.

04:30:05.550 --> 04:30:10.010
Not only does someone still live here, but
they’ve lit these candles recently.

04:30:10.010 --> 04:30:13.739
He takes a folding knife out of his pocket
and opens it, holding the blade out in front

04:30:13.739 --> 04:30:15.010
of him.

04:30:15.010 --> 04:30:16.249
Just then he hears something.

04:30:16.249 --> 04:30:21.060
A noise like footsteps, and it sounds like
it’s coming from upstairs in the room right

04:30:21.060 --> 04:30:22.060
above him.

04:30:22.060 --> 04:30:24.449
They might be coming down to look for him.

04:30:24.449 --> 04:30:26.339
He needs a place to hide.

04:30:26.339 --> 04:30:30.260
He spots a sofa near the corner and tries
to get down behind it as much as possible.

04:30:30.260 --> 04:30:34.789
As he grips the edge of the sofa with one
hand, he suddenly drops his knife to the floor

04:30:34.789 --> 04:30:37.300
and uses his now free hand to stifle a scream.

04:30:37.300 --> 04:30:41.869
He looks at the hand that was just gripping
the sofa and sees a long sewing needle plunged

04:30:41.869 --> 04:30:43.600
deep into his hand.

04:30:43.600 --> 04:30:45.120
Was this stuck into the couch?

04:30:45.120 --> 04:30:50.060
He pulls the needle out of his hand, it nearly
went all the way through, and holds the bloody

04:30:50.060 --> 04:30:54.800
wound up to his mouth, trying to stop the
flow of blood as he waits and listens.

04:30:54.800 --> 04:30:57.060
The sound of footsteps finally stop.

04:30:57.060 --> 04:31:00.560
Whoever is walking around, it doesn’t sound
like they’re coming down the stairs to find

04:31:00.560 --> 04:31:01.560
him.

04:31:01.560 --> 04:31:04.550
He has to get out of this house though, there
must be another way out.

04:31:04.550 --> 04:31:07.910
He picks up his knife and quietly moves to
the next room.

04:31:07.910 --> 04:31:10.199
Once again, it’s in the same condition as
the last.

04:31:10.199 --> 04:31:12.689
But wait, what’s that in the corner?

04:31:12.689 --> 04:31:15.970
Is that a person lying there?

04:31:15.970 --> 04:31:19.689
Outside the house, his friend is looking through
the same trash that he saw the cat hunting

04:31:19.689 --> 04:31:20.689
in.

04:31:20.689 --> 04:31:21.689
Ahah!

04:31:21.689 --> 04:31:23.589
Just what he was looking for, an old wire
hanger.

04:31:23.589 --> 04:31:28.620
He runs back to the old house, untwists it,
and inserts the thin wire into the lock.

04:31:28.620 --> 04:31:32.869
Inside, the trespassing teen gets closer and
closer to the thing in the corner.

04:31:32.869 --> 04:31:36.669
It’s so dim though, with the only light
coming from the candles that he still can’t

04:31:36.669 --> 04:31:41.029
make out what it is, but he feels strangely
compelled to find out.

04:31:41.029 --> 04:31:44.220
He picks up one of the candles off of a nearby
table.

04:31:44.220 --> 04:31:48.249
Outside he still can’t get the lock open,
but he’s got to keep trying, he can’t

04:31:48.249 --> 04:31:50.170
leave his friend trapped inside.

04:31:50.170 --> 04:31:52.609
He’s standing right over the thing in the
corner now.

04:31:52.609 --> 04:31:58.119
He kneels down and brings the candle close
to see what it is… and screams.

04:31:58.119 --> 04:32:02.180
His friend throws down the hangar in frustration
before sitting down on the porch.

04:32:02.180 --> 04:32:06.449
He can’t figure out why his friend was able
to open the lock so easily and now it won’t

04:32:06.449 --> 04:32:07.449
move.

04:32:07.449 --> 04:32:09.199
Did something in the mechanism break?

04:32:09.199 --> 04:32:12.249
He doesn’t know what he’s going to do
though, should he call for help?

04:32:12.249 --> 04:32:14.300
The police will arrest them both if he does.

04:32:14.300 --> 04:32:15.919
How long should he wait though?

04:32:15.919 --> 04:32:19.490
It feels like his friend has been stuck for
a long time and he hasn’t heard anything

04:32:19.490 --> 04:32:20.490
from inside.

04:32:20.490 --> 04:32:23.470
What could possibly be happening in there?

04:32:23.470 --> 04:32:27.800
Should he just leave and hope that his friend
is able to escape on his own?

04:32:27.800 --> 04:32:31.449
Just as he is wondering what to do he hears
a click behind him.

04:32:31.449 --> 04:32:34.489
He turns around and tries the door handle
but it’s still locked.

04:32:34.489 --> 04:32:37.350
He looks down and sees the wire hanger.

04:32:37.350 --> 04:32:39.459
Maybe he’ll give it one more try.

04:32:39.459 --> 04:32:44.119
He sticks the hanger into the lock and hears
the lock pop open almost instantly.

04:32:44.119 --> 04:32:48.270
He tries the door handle and this time, the
door swings open.

04:32:48.270 --> 04:32:51.169
He stands there looking through the cracked
door into the dark house.

04:32:51.169 --> 04:32:55.169
He’s terrified at the thought of going inside,
but he can’t leave his friend in there.

04:32:55.169 --> 04:32:58.229
If he’s in trouble then he has to save him.

04:32:58.229 --> 04:33:02.590
Gathering up all of his courage, he enters
the house and sees the same thing his friend

04:33:02.590 --> 04:33:04.580
did, a dusty old room.

04:33:04.580 --> 04:33:09.010
He takes a step into the candlelit room and
freezes, there’s something in the middle

04:33:09.010 --> 04:33:10.010
of the room.

04:33:10.010 --> 04:33:13.800
It’s a chair that’s turned away from him,
but he can see that someone is sitting in

04:33:13.800 --> 04:33:14.800
it.

04:33:14.800 --> 04:33:16.889
But wait, is that his friend?

04:33:16.889 --> 04:33:20.699
“Hey” he calls in a loud whisper, but
his friend doesn’t respond.

04:33:20.699 --> 04:33:23.699
“Come on, let’s get out of here.”

04:33:23.699 --> 04:33:25.080
Still no response.

04:33:25.080 --> 04:33:29.930
He starts walking towards his friend, but
stops when he hears what sounds like footsteps

04:33:29.930 --> 04:33:31.340
coming from the room above him.

04:33:31.340 --> 04:33:34.318
He’s got to get his friend and get out of
this house.

04:33:34.318 --> 04:33:38.170
He checks over his shoulder to make sure the
door is still open before starting to quietly

04:33:38.170 --> 04:33:39.969
move towards his friend again.

04:33:39.969 --> 04:33:44.650
He’s close enough that he can reach out
and shake his shoulder, but his friend doesn’t

04:33:44.650 --> 04:33:45.719
react.

04:33:45.719 --> 04:33:50.150
He walks around to the front of the chair
and sees his friend.

04:33:50.150 --> 04:33:53.340
Except it’s no longer his friend.

04:33:53.340 --> 04:33:56.539
Staring back at him are two empty eye sockets.

04:33:56.539 --> 04:34:00.430
His mouth has been pulled back by stitches
of thread into a horrifying permanent grin.

04:34:00.430 --> 04:34:03.670
But worst of all is what he hears.

04:34:03.670 --> 04:34:08.391
It’s the sound of the front door… slamming
shut.

04:34:08.391 --> 04:34:09.510
Privet!

04:34:09.510 --> 04:34:16.150
Today’s file is a special one and comes
from the Russian branch of the SCP Foundation.

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It’s SCP-1098-RU also known as…

04:34:19.309 --> 04:34:22.650
The Theater of Living Puppets.

04:34:22.650 --> 04:34:28.139
SCP-1098-RU is a two story house located in
a small Russian city which appears to have

04:34:28.139 --> 04:34:32.898
been constructed in the Baroque style, which
was popular in the 17th and 18th centuries

04:34:32.898 --> 04:34:36.129
and is characterized by its exuberant details.

04:34:36.129 --> 04:34:41.010
The house is likely several hundred years
old and is in an advanced state of disrepair.

04:34:41.010 --> 04:34:45.539
The local government administration has marked
the house for demolition multiple times, but

04:34:45.539 --> 04:34:51.049
for reasons that remain unknown, these plans
are always scrapped or indefinitely delayed.

04:34:51.049 --> 04:34:56.799
All of the doors that lead into SCP-1098-RU
are locked, and the windows are all boarded

04:34:56.799 --> 04:34:57.959
up.

04:34:57.959 --> 04:35:02.299
Anyone who attempts to damage the house, even
just by removing the boards from the windows,

04:35:02.299 --> 04:35:07.010
will experience an odd anomalous effect that
compels them to instead protect the structure

04:35:07.010 --> 04:35:09.129
and cause it no harm.

04:35:09.129 --> 04:35:12.859
This effect only wears off when the subject
moves at least fifty meters away from the

04:35:12.859 --> 04:35:14.119
house.

04:35:14.119 --> 04:35:20.148
The only way to enter SCP-1098-RU is through
the front door, which even though it is locked,

04:35:20.148 --> 04:35:24.859
is easily able to be picked open which causes
no harm to the house and prevents the anomalous

04:35:24.859 --> 04:35:28.629
effect from overcoming the subject trying
to gain entrance.

04:35:28.629 --> 04:35:33.129
Once someone has entered the house, they will
find that the door closes behind him and locks

04:35:33.129 --> 04:35:34.129
itself.

04:35:34.129 --> 04:35:37.469
The lock can not then be picked open again
for one hour.

04:35:37.469 --> 04:35:42.529
The interior of the house matches the exterior
stylistically, also appearing to have been

04:35:42.529 --> 04:35:45.799
designed in the Baroque style and in a poor
condition.

04:35:45.799 --> 04:35:49.719
The house is quite dark since there are no
electric lights present and all of the windows

04:35:49.719 --> 04:35:52.750
are boarded up, blocking any outside light.

04:35:52.750 --> 04:35:57.170
The only illumination comes from the lit candles
that are placed around the house, which appear

04:35:57.170 --> 04:36:00.520
to be constantly replaced and lit again when
they burn out.

04:36:00.520 --> 04:36:04.799
The sound of slow footsteps can be heard inside
the house though the room they are coming

04:36:04.799 --> 04:36:06.859
from seems to change.

04:36:06.859 --> 04:36:13.521
The entity producing the sounds has been classified
as SCP-1098-RU-1, and it is thought that it

04:36:13.521 --> 04:36:18.291
is also responsible for the placing and re-lighting
of candles around the house, as well as several

04:36:18.291 --> 04:36:20.529
other anomalous effects.

04:36:20.529 --> 04:36:24.850
The Russian branch of the SCP Foundation first
became aware of potential anomalous activity

04:36:24.850 --> 04:36:31.719
related to SCP-1098-RU after the disappearance
of multiple teenagers was linked to the location.

04:36:31.719 --> 04:36:35.818
In interviews, many of their friends and family
reported that their last known locations were

04:36:35.818 --> 04:36:40.689
near the site of the old Baroque style home,
and several had expressed a desire to investigate

04:36:40.689 --> 04:36:43.270
the house before they disappeared.

04:36:43.270 --> 04:36:47.469
Local police investigated the house, which
only led to them disappearing as well.

04:36:47.469 --> 04:36:51.930
After learning of the strange activity connected
to the house, the Foundation took over the

04:36:51.930 --> 04:36:56.219
investigation, planting a cover story that
“Totalitarian Sects” were responsible

04:36:56.219 --> 04:37:00.930
for the disappearances, while class A amnestics
were administered to all relatives of the

04:37:00.930 --> 04:37:02.109
missing teens.

04:37:02.109 --> 04:37:06.809
The Foundation immediately began investigating
the house, but carefully, since they had already

04:37:06.809 --> 04:37:10.070
seen how easily people could go missing inside.

04:37:10.070 --> 04:37:14.500
In the first excursion into the house, a remotely
controlled robot fitted with a camera was

04:37:14.500 --> 04:37:16.141
sent inside.

04:37:16.141 --> 04:37:20.559
Just like when a person enters, the door closed
and locked behind the robot, but its camera

04:37:20.559 --> 04:37:24.580
feed continued to broadcast images to the
researchers outside.

04:37:24.580 --> 04:37:29.260
As the robot explored the run-down house’s
rooms it found something much more disturbing

04:37:29.260 --> 04:37:31.219
than just lit candles.

04:37:31.219 --> 04:37:35.959
In several of the rooms, corpses were discovered
which were later identified as being some

04:37:35.959 --> 04:37:38.109
of the missing teenagers.

04:37:38.109 --> 04:37:42.539
All of the bodies found had their eyeballs
removed and thick threads had been sewn into

04:37:42.539 --> 04:37:47.240
their arms and legs, as if they had been turned
into giant living puppets.

04:37:47.240 --> 04:37:50.910
Some of them also had stitches in their chest
and face areas.

04:37:50.910 --> 04:37:55.090
The face stitches appear to have been made
to force the face to have a certain expression,

04:37:55.090 --> 04:37:59.160
while the chest stitches may indicate that
organs had been removed.

04:37:59.160 --> 04:38:03.229
No signs of decomposition were present though,
despite some of the bodies likely being many

04:38:03.229 --> 04:38:04.660
months old.

04:38:04.660 --> 04:38:09.279
Several objects were also found next to the
bodies including surgical knives, needles,

04:38:09.279 --> 04:38:12.719
thread, and at least one artificial eye.

04:38:12.719 --> 04:38:17.068
Exactly one hour after the robot entered the
house the camera ceased broadcasting images

04:38:17.068 --> 04:38:19.520
and all contact was lost.

04:38:19.520 --> 04:38:23.580
For the second excursion into the house, the
Foundation decided that a human being would

04:38:23.580 --> 04:38:26.439
be more effective at gathering information
than a robot.

04:38:26.439 --> 04:38:31.551
A Class-D personnel was given a flashlight,
a camera, and a radio and sent on a mission

04:38:31.551 --> 04:38:35.889
to attempt to remove objects from the house
and to locate the robot from the first research

04:38:35.889 --> 04:38:37.379
mission.

04:38:37.379 --> 04:38:41.209
The D-Class entered the house, and researchers
noted that from what they could see on the

04:38:41.209 --> 04:38:44.818
video feed, that the layout of the house hadn’t
changed.

04:38:44.818 --> 04:38:48.301
Candles were still present around the room,
though it was clear that they had been replaced

04:38:48.301 --> 04:38:49.719
by fresh ones.

04:38:49.719 --> 04:38:53.729
As the D-Class explored the first floor of
the house, he reported that he could hear

04:38:53.729 --> 04:38:58.830
footsteps coming from different parts of the
house, and on one occasion that they sounded

04:38:58.830 --> 04:39:03.301
like they were coming from a room he had just
left, but when he returned to that room no

04:39:03.301 --> 04:39:04.891
one was present.

04:39:04.891 --> 04:39:09.529
He wasn’t able to locate the missing robot,
but did find the same corpses that the robot

04:39:09.529 --> 04:39:10.529
had.

04:39:10.529 --> 04:39:13.719
He was ordered by the researchers to pick
up one of the surgical knives and try bringing

04:39:13.719 --> 04:39:18.520
it out of the house, but the moment he picked
it up, all contact was lost.

04:39:18.520 --> 04:39:23.299
A third mission into the house was then tried,
this time with another remotely controlled

04:39:23.299 --> 04:39:28.279
robot, though this one was more advanced and
equipped with a thermal imager and audio recording

04:39:28.279 --> 04:39:29.439
equipment.

04:39:29.439 --> 04:39:34.049
This robot was also better suited for exploration
and was capable of climbing stairs so that

04:39:34.049 --> 04:39:38.290
the Foundation could finally find out what
was on the second floor of this strange house.

04:39:38.290 --> 04:39:41.740
The robot entered the home and ascended to
the second floor.

04:39:41.740 --> 04:39:46.260
As it explored the rooms, it found one particularly
strange one that appeared to be operating

04:39:46.260 --> 04:39:51.350
as a kind of sewing workshop, with huge amounts
of thread, needles, and other sewing supplies

04:39:51.350 --> 04:39:53.398
spread across multiple tables.

04:39:53.398 --> 04:39:57.978
Dark red stains covered many of the tables,
but no bodies were discovered in the sewing

04:39:57.978 --> 04:39:58.978
room.

04:39:58.978 --> 04:40:03.298
The robot continued to explore the second
floor though, and soon discovered many more

04:40:03.298 --> 04:40:07.740
corpses, accounting for nearly all of the
missing teenagers, the police that had vanished,

04:40:07.740 --> 04:40:10.138
as well as the missing D-Class personnel.

04:40:10.138 --> 04:40:15.120
All of them had been dressed in 18th century
style clothing and their eyes had been removed

04:40:15.120 --> 04:40:20.080
and replaced with artificial ones, giving
them a perpetual glassy eyed stare.

04:40:20.080 --> 04:40:24.190
Long, thick threads had been sewn into their
arms and legs as well.

04:40:24.190 --> 04:40:28.080
The sound recording equipment on the robot
captured the same sounds of footsteps that

04:40:28.080 --> 04:40:33.020
the D-Class had reported, but the thermal
imager didn’t locate any signs of life.

04:40:33.020 --> 04:40:37.000
The researchers decided to call an end to
the experiment and began guiding the robot

04:40:37.000 --> 04:40:41.730
back out of the house, but just as it reached
the front door the connection was lost, and

04:40:41.730 --> 04:40:44.478
the robot has never been located.

04:40:44.478 --> 04:40:49.200
One final expedition into the home was approved,
this time using another Class-D personnel,

04:40:49.200 --> 04:40:53.700
whose mission was to explore the entire house
including the second floor, before attempting

04:40:53.700 --> 04:40:55.430
to leave the home.

04:40:55.430 --> 04:41:00.010
The D-Class entered the home as normal, but
immediately reported feeling a strange feeling

04:41:00.010 --> 04:41:02.280
that the other D-Class hadn’t mentioned.

04:41:02.280 --> 04:41:06.378
He told the researchers listening that he
was experiencing an intense headache and pressure

04:41:06.378 --> 04:41:11.610
in his ears, and that he could hear what sounded
like someone crying in another room.

04:41:11.610 --> 04:41:15.530
None of the equipment picked up the crying
sounds and the D-Class was ordered to investigate

04:41:15.530 --> 04:41:16.530
further.

04:41:16.530 --> 04:41:19.978
He approached the room that he claimed the
sound was coming from, but still nothing was

04:41:19.978 --> 04:41:22.090
detected on the audio recording equipment.

04:41:22.090 --> 04:41:26.780
He was ordered to enter the room, and though
he seemed scared and reluctant, eventually

04:41:26.780 --> 04:41:28.610
he did so.

04:41:28.610 --> 04:41:33.978
Once inside, he reported seeing a young girl
wearing an 18th century style dress.

04:41:33.978 --> 04:41:37.300
The girl was dancing, but crying as she did
so.

04:41:37.300 --> 04:41:41.298
Just like on the corpses that had previously
been found inside the house, threads were

04:41:41.298 --> 04:41:46.330
connected to her arms and legs, but these
ones were pulled tight and stretched up towards

04:41:46.330 --> 04:41:47.330
the ceiling.

04:41:47.330 --> 04:41:51.638
The D-Class followed their path up but they
disappeared into the darkness, reporting that

04:41:51.638 --> 04:41:56.150
it looked like there was no ceiling at all,
just an inky black void where something was

04:41:56.150 --> 04:41:59.888
manipulating the strings attached to the girl,
forcing her to dance.

04:41:59.888 --> 04:42:04.420
None of these visuals reported by the class
D could be seen on the video feeds the researchers

04:42:04.420 --> 04:42:05.420
were watching.

04:42:05.420 --> 04:42:08.968
As far as they could see, he was staring into
an empty room.

04:42:08.968 --> 04:42:13.010
The D-Class was ordered to continue watching
this strange recital though, and after five

04:42:13.010 --> 04:42:16.430
minutes, all of the communication devices
ceased working.

04:42:16.430 --> 04:42:20.958
The video feed was lost too but the audio
continued to record for a few more seconds,

04:42:20.958 --> 04:42:24.040
during which time a sharp clap noise was heard.

04:42:24.040 --> 04:42:28.378
The D-class began screaming as a deep male
voice spoke a phrase in Latin.

04:42:28.378 --> 04:42:31.048
“Et perficiendi sit pretium”...

04:42:31.048 --> 04:42:34.170
The performance must be paid for.

04:42:34.170 --> 04:42:39.048
No further signs of the D-Class were ever
found.

04:42:39.048 --> 04:42:43.458
SCP-1098-RU has since been fenced off to prevent
the general public from being able to enter

04:42:43.458 --> 04:42:44.458
it.

04:42:44.458 --> 04:42:48.540
A patrol team of four security guards is always
on site and anyone who attempts to gain entry

04:42:48.540 --> 04:42:53.700
to the house is to be detained, interrogated,
and administered class B amnestics.

04:42:53.700 --> 04:42:59.898
Additional research into SCP-1098-RU is ongoing,
but requires approval from at least two members

04:42:59.898 --> 04:43:04.478
of the O5 Council and to date, no further
expeditions inside this anomaly which has

04:43:04.478 --> 04:43:08.120
been given the object class Euclid have been
authorized.

04:43:08.120 --> 04:43:14.580
It is still unknown who, or what exactly the
entity inside of SCP-1098-RU is, but it has

04:43:14.580 --> 04:43:21.298
been designated as SCP-1098-RU and some in
the Foundation have taken to calling it by

04:43:21.298 --> 04:43:22.510
a nickname…

04:43:22.510 --> 04:43:25.040
The Master of Puppets.

04:43:25.040 --> 04:43:30.978
Now go and watch another entry from the files
of Dr. Bob, like SCP-026 After School Retention,

04:43:30.978 --> 04:43:34.020
for another terrifying anomalous location.

04:43:34.020 --> 04:43:38.540
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