WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.650 --> 00:00:04.780 Three SCP Foundation agents stand before a large warehouse. 00:00:04.780 --> 00:00:05.830 Their mission is simple. 00:00:05.830 --> 00:00:10.379 Enter the building, find the observation unit that has gone missing inside, recover the 00:00:10.379 --> 00:00:12.860 data from it, and leave. 00:00:12.860 --> 00:00:13.860 It should be easy. 00:00:13.860 --> 00:00:18.850 But the rundown structure they’re standing in front of is no ordinary building. 00:00:18.850 --> 00:00:22.599 This… is SCP-015. 00:00:22.599 --> 00:00:27.460 The leader of the group, a large, muscled man who goes by the codename of Agent Six, 00:00:27.460 --> 00:00:31.259 slides open a large door on the front of the warehouse, and immediately the whole group 00:00:31.259 --> 00:00:36.480 is struck by a sight that makes them reconsider just how easy this mission is going to be. 00:00:36.480 --> 00:00:41.280 In front of them is not a wide-open warehouse floor but a cramped tunnel leading deeper 00:00:41.280 --> 00:00:42.670 into the building. 00:00:42.670 --> 00:00:47.510 The group has a job to do though, and so the three head inside, Agent Two first, followed 00:00:47.510 --> 00:00:54.330 by Agent Lon, the data specialist, and finally Agent Six, the expedition leader in the rear. 00:00:54.330 --> 00:00:58.570 As they enter the narrow hall of pipes, the light from their flashlights plays off the 00:00:58.570 --> 00:01:01.000 floor, walls, and ceiling. 00:01:01.000 --> 00:01:05.800 Flashlights are one of the only items allowed in SCP-015, and they reveal what the researchers 00:01:05.800 --> 00:01:11.030 had told them in their briefing, that many of the pipes aren’t made of standard materials, 00:01:11.030 --> 00:01:17.440 but instead are all sorts of strange substances like wood, glass, or even bone. 00:01:17.440 --> 00:01:22.380 The odd series of pipes have formed a twisting tunnel leading deeper into the warehouse. 00:01:22.380 --> 00:01:26.640 The group must be careful since the floor is uneven, with pipes occasionally sticking 00:01:26.640 --> 00:01:30.120 up out of the floor like tree roots, ready to trip the unobservant. 00:01:30.120 --> 00:01:35.060 The three follow the corridors of pipes along the path that they each had to memorize. 00:01:35.060 --> 00:01:39.020 As they come to branching paths, Agent Two speaks the series of turns they must take 00:01:39.020 --> 00:01:40.020 aloud. 00:01:40.020 --> 00:01:41.020 Left. 00:01:41.020 --> 00:01:42.020 Left. 00:01:42.020 --> 00:01:43.020 Right. 00:01:43.020 --> 00:01:44.020 Left. 00:01:44.020 --> 00:01:45.020 Right. 00:01:45.020 --> 00:01:46.020 Right again. 00:01:46.020 --> 00:01:47.020 Straight. 00:01:47.020 --> 00:01:48.020 Right. 00:01:48.020 --> 00:01:49.470 And so on as they go deeper and deeper. 00:01:49.470 --> 00:01:53.320 They’d have to follow the directions exactly if they hoped to reach the place where the 00:01:53.320 --> 00:01:55.659 Modular Robotic Vehicle should be. 00:01:55.659 --> 00:01:56.659 Left. 00:01:56.659 --> 00:01:57.659 Straight. 00:01:57.659 --> 00:01:58.690 Straight again. 00:01:58.690 --> 00:01:59.730 Right. 00:01:59.730 --> 00:02:03.330 Just a couple more turns and they’d reach the point where the MRV had sent its last 00:02:03.330 --> 00:02:05.770 signal before going offline. 00:02:05.770 --> 00:02:09.849 As they walk though, they find that some of the passageways are getting more difficult 00:02:09.849 --> 00:02:10.989 to pass. 00:02:10.989 --> 00:02:14.909 The pipes have closed in at certain points, choking the already small tunnels down to 00:02:14.909 --> 00:02:16.549 mere crawlways. 00:02:16.549 --> 00:02:20.439 At one particularly narrow point where the group must get down on their bellies and pull 00:02:20.439 --> 00:02:22.739 themselves along the ground. 00:02:22.739 --> 00:02:27.359 After Lon and Two exit the tight passage, Agent Six suddenly calls out to the two agents 00:02:27.359 --> 00:02:28.359 ahead of him. 00:02:28.359 --> 00:02:30.230 “What is it, what’s wrong?” 00:02:30.230 --> 00:02:31.230 Two asks. 00:02:31.230 --> 00:02:34.569 “I’m stuck,” comes from the response from Six. 00:02:34.569 --> 00:02:37.319 Lon and Two grab Six’s arms and begin pulling. 00:02:37.319 --> 00:02:41.019 With a loud grunt from all of them, Six finally comes free. 00:02:41.019 --> 00:02:44.329 His pant leg is shredded from the thorny wood that one of the pipes in the narrow tunnel 00:02:44.329 --> 00:02:48.329 is made from, but he’s free and they can continue on. 00:02:48.329 --> 00:02:52.749 Finally, after what seemed like an hour of walking, they finally find it. 00:02:52.749 --> 00:02:56.609 The Modular Robotic Vehicle that had been sent in to investigate the current state of 00:02:56.609 --> 00:02:57.840 SCP-015. 00:02:57.840 --> 00:03:02.049 There’s something very strange about the robot’s condition though. 00:03:02.049 --> 00:03:05.439 It looks like it has been speared right through its primary observation unit. 00:03:05.439 --> 00:03:10.040 A smooth black pipe that appeared to be made of dark fabric had pierced the vehicle right 00:03:10.040 --> 00:03:13.849 through its camera, but the lens didn’t appear broken. 00:03:13.849 --> 00:03:18.959 Instead, it looked as if the pipe had somehow connected with it, docking inside the lens 00:03:18.959 --> 00:03:22.139 housing as if the two parts were made for each other. 00:03:22.139 --> 00:03:26.150 Other pipes had protruded from the floors and walls as well, snaking into open spots 00:03:26.150 --> 00:03:29.489 on the vehicle, and lifting it up a foot off the ground. 00:03:29.489 --> 00:03:33.499 They looked over the robot which was held helpless in the air, its wheels slowly spinning 00:03:33.499 --> 00:03:36.150 as its internal battery ran down. 00:03:36.150 --> 00:03:40.769 The agents walked around the MRV examining it, looking confused about the fate that had 00:03:40.769 --> 00:03:42.329 befallen it. 00:03:42.329 --> 00:03:43.639 Six suddenly broke the silence. 00:03:43.639 --> 00:03:44.639 “Well? 00:03:44.639 --> 00:03:46.189 What are you waiting for?” 00:03:46.189 --> 00:03:47.849 Lon wasn’t sure what to do though. 00:03:47.849 --> 00:03:52.209 As she got closer to the robot, she noticed that a foul-smelling substance was dripping 00:03:52.209 --> 00:03:54.230 from the pipe that had merged with the camera. 00:03:54.230 --> 00:03:59.370 Her job was to remove the data from the MRV but they also had strict orders not to damage 00:03:59.370 --> 00:04:01.829 anything in SCP-015. 00:04:01.829 --> 00:04:03.950 So what was she to do about the robot? 00:04:03.950 --> 00:04:07.830 Wasn’t it technically a part of SCP-015 now? 00:04:07.830 --> 00:04:15.099 She was worried if she removed the data cards then SCP-015 might… well she didn’t know 00:04:15.099 --> 00:04:16.099 exactly. 00:04:16.099 --> 00:04:17.359 Six didn’t buy it though. 00:04:17.359 --> 00:04:21.989 The researchers may have told them that 015 “reacts” but he could see now that it’s 00:04:21.989 --> 00:04:23.480 just a bunch of weird pipes. 00:04:23.480 --> 00:04:27.520 Maybe it grows or moves a bit, but how would it even know they were there? 00:04:27.520 --> 00:04:30.659 It hadn’t shown any signs of sentience, let alone sapience. 00:04:30.659 --> 00:04:35.159 He wasn’t going to hang around in here any longer than he had too though, and if Lon 00:04:35.159 --> 00:04:37.910 wouldn’t get on with it then he would. 00:04:37.910 --> 00:04:41.849 Six moves to the MRV and flips open the data cover on its side. 00:04:41.849 --> 00:04:45.080 More of the fetid liquid pours out but he ignores it. 00:04:45.080 --> 00:04:48.460 Lon and Two both look at each other, did the other hear that too? 00:04:48.460 --> 00:04:54.810 It sounded like steam venting from somewhere deep inside SCP-015. 00:04:54.810 --> 00:05:00.050 Six doesn’t seem to have heard it and begins to remove the thin data cards from the MRV. 00:05:00.050 --> 00:05:04.000 With the data now recovered, he decides to see if could free the vehicle from the pipes. 00:05:04.000 --> 00:05:08.419 It wasn’t necessarily a mission objective, but why let good Foundation property go to 00:05:08.419 --> 00:05:11.120 waste when it’s right here in front of them? 00:05:11.120 --> 00:05:15.360 Six pulls first at the MRV, then the pipes that were running into it, but he can’t 00:05:15.360 --> 00:05:19.009 get it to move, it’s completely stuck, seemingly fused to the pipes. 00:05:19.009 --> 00:05:22.909 “Come on, we’ve got the data, let’s get out of here,” Two says. 00:05:22.909 --> 00:05:24.830 But Six isn’t done trying. 00:05:24.830 --> 00:05:28.870 He sets his flashlight down and uses both hands, pushing against the wall of pipes with 00:05:28.870 --> 00:05:33.439 his foot to gain additional leverage, when suddenly there’s a creaking sound. 00:05:33.439 --> 00:05:34.439 “Ha! 00:05:34.439 --> 00:05:35.439 I think got it - “ 00:05:35.439 --> 00:05:37.349 But Six was mistaken. 00:05:37.349 --> 00:05:41.370 It wasn’t the sound of the MRV coming free that he had heard, but the sound of the floor 00:05:41.370 --> 00:05:43.889 underneath him giving way. 00:05:43.889 --> 00:05:47.880 Six falls into the floor up to his armpits and the other two agents rush to help him, 00:05:47.880 --> 00:05:52.590 but as they do they notice the glow and immediate burst of heat coming from the hole. 00:05:52.590 --> 00:05:57.229 Thickly flowing molten glass begins to fill the hole and Agent Six cries for help as they 00:05:57.229 --> 00:05:59.610 desperately try to pull him free. 00:05:59.610 --> 00:06:04.610 His cries turn into screams of desperation as they each grab an arm and after a struggle, 00:06:04.610 --> 00:06:07.949 finally manage to free him and drag him from the hole. 00:06:07.949 --> 00:06:12.159 Six is no longer screaming as he is pulled free though, his eyes and mouth are locked 00:06:12.159 --> 00:06:14.289 wide in sheer panic. 00:06:14.289 --> 00:06:18.610 Lon is now the one who starts to scream as she realizes that they have pulled only the 00:06:18.610 --> 00:06:21.729 top half of Agent Six from the hole the fiery pit. 00:06:21.729 --> 00:06:26.530 The bottom half of his body is completely gone, burned away by the heat of the liquid 00:06:26.530 --> 00:06:27.530 glass. 00:06:27.530 --> 00:06:32.110 There’s no time to be shocked though, because pipes begin to hiss and ping all around them. 00:06:32.110 --> 00:06:36.750 A wooden pipe above Two and Lon suddenly bursts, sending a cloud of dust flying into their 00:06:36.750 --> 00:06:37.750 faces. 00:06:37.750 --> 00:06:41.750 It’s powdered glass, and it starts to pour out of the broken pipe, covering what’s 00:06:41.750 --> 00:06:43.389 left of Six completely. 00:06:43.389 --> 00:06:47.800 Two spits out a thick stream of blood, his mouth shredded from the glass particles, as 00:06:47.800 --> 00:06:51.050 Lon desperately tries not to rub them deeper into the cuts in her eyes. 00:06:51.050 --> 00:06:53.180 They both know they can’t stay here though. 00:06:53.180 --> 00:06:54.919 They have to run. 00:06:54.919 --> 00:06:58.590 The pipes are deafening as they move as quickly as they can back the way they came. 00:06:58.590 --> 00:07:01.069 It sounds like a train is barreling through the building. 00:07:01.069 --> 00:07:02.629 They’re surrounded by chaos. 00:07:02.629 --> 00:07:05.039 Boiling chemicals pour out of one pipe. 00:07:05.039 --> 00:07:08.189 Tiny slicing rose thorns spray out of another. 00:07:08.189 --> 00:07:12.219 They come to a crawlway that’s just a couple feet wide, but it’s their only way forward 00:07:12.219 --> 00:07:14.139 and they have no choice but to enter. 00:07:14.139 --> 00:07:16.520 Two dives in and starts crawling. 00:07:16.520 --> 00:07:20.550 Lon is hesitant, but a blast of steam from a pipe near her head convinces her she has 00:07:20.550 --> 00:07:23.509 no choice and she follows after him. 00:07:23.509 --> 00:07:27.300 Two wriggles through the narrow passage and is surrounded by more sounds of pipes creaking 00:07:27.300 --> 00:07:28.520 all around him. 00:07:28.520 --> 00:07:32.710 Each one seems like it might burst and pour who knows what deadly substance onto him. 00:07:32.710 --> 00:07:36.240 But he has to suppress his fear and keep moving forward. 00:07:36.240 --> 00:07:39.030 Finally, he emerges into a wider hallway. 00:07:39.030 --> 00:07:41.569 He turns and looks back at the hole. 00:07:41.569 --> 00:07:44.660 Lon should have been right behind him, but there’s no sign of her. 00:07:44.660 --> 00:07:46.760 He sticks his head back in and calls for her. 00:07:46.760 --> 00:07:51.180 There’s no response but he can hear her still in there, somewhere in the dark, struggling. 00:07:51.180 --> 00:07:53.659 He has to help her. 00:07:53.659 --> 00:07:56.020 Two gets back into the passage and starts crawling. 00:07:56.020 --> 00:07:58.050 She couldn’t have been that far behind him. 00:07:58.050 --> 00:07:59.550 Probably just around the next turn. 00:07:59.550 --> 00:08:05.009 But as he crawls around the bend there’s nothing there, just another wall of pipes. 00:08:05.009 --> 00:08:07.110 The passage has been sealed up. 00:08:07.110 --> 00:08:08.150 It’s a dead end. 00:08:08.150 --> 00:08:12.150 He presses his ear to the wall and can hear Lon screaming on the other side. 00:08:12.150 --> 00:08:14.349 He hits his flashlight against the pipes in anger. 00:08:14.349 --> 00:08:18.669 The pipe shakes for a moment then bursts, spraying out a black liquid that covers his 00:08:18.669 --> 00:08:19.669 hand. 00:08:19.669 --> 00:08:23.110 It’s some kind of corrosive acid and he screams as it burns through his gloves to 00:08:23.110 --> 00:08:24.139 the flesh beneath. 00:08:24.139 --> 00:08:28.620 He quickly crawls backwards out of the narrow tunnel and emerges back out into the wider 00:08:28.620 --> 00:08:29.630 passage. 00:08:29.630 --> 00:08:32.590 Two cradles his hand, trying not to look at the exposed bone. 00:08:32.590 --> 00:08:36.590 “I’m sorry!” he cries as he runs through the tunnel of pipes towards what he hopes 00:08:36.590 --> 00:08:37.590 is the exit. 00:08:37.590 --> 00:08:38.590 “I’ll get help! 00:08:38.590 --> 00:08:40.169 I’ll come back, I swear!” 00:08:40.169 --> 00:08:42.380 Lon can’t hear his promises though. 00:08:42.380 --> 00:08:46.250 She heard what she thought was a pipe burst followed by Two’s cries, but she doesn’t 00:08:46.250 --> 00:08:48.470 know now if he’s dead or alive. 00:08:48.470 --> 00:08:51.780 She decides she has no choice but to go back the way she came. 00:08:51.780 --> 00:08:55.810 Maybe there’s another way out, but after moving just a few inches her feet touch a 00:08:55.810 --> 00:08:56.900 solid wall. 00:08:56.900 --> 00:09:00.210 She’s trapped in a space no bigger than a coffin. 00:09:00.210 --> 00:09:04.740 She feels around but there’s nothing here in the dark, nothing at all, just smooth, 00:09:04.740 --> 00:09:06.460 fuzzy, warm pipes. 00:09:06.460 --> 00:09:09.740 No wait, there is something, a gap in the ceiling. 00:09:09.740 --> 00:09:13.800 But it’s just the open end of another pipe, and now there’s something dripping out of 00:09:13.800 --> 00:09:14.910 it. 00:09:14.910 --> 00:09:19.440 Droplets of whatever the substance is land on her face, and then a full stream of liquid 00:09:19.440 --> 00:09:21.090 pours out onto her. 00:09:21.090 --> 00:09:25.650 She coughs as it gets into her mouth but then realizes that it’s sweet. 00:09:25.650 --> 00:09:27.250 It’s… honey. 00:09:27.250 --> 00:09:30.520 At least it wasn’t molten glass or deadly acid. 00:09:30.520 --> 00:09:33.821 Maybe she could even survive for a time on the liquid, until another expedition team 00:09:33.821 --> 00:09:34.821 came to rescue her. 00:09:34.821 --> 00:09:39.090 Her brief moment of hope is cut short when she realizes that the pipe isn’t stopping, 00:09:39.090 --> 00:09:43.310 and that she’s already lying in an inch-deep pool of honey. 00:09:43.310 --> 00:09:47.290 Lon beats on the walls and ceiling as the honey continues to rise around her and screams 00:09:47.290 --> 00:09:48.290 for help. 00:09:48.290 --> 00:09:52.220 She tries to plug the pipe with her fingers but it's no use, nothing can stop more and 00:09:52.220 --> 00:09:53.880 more of it from pouring out. 00:09:53.880 --> 00:09:58.560 The honey continues to rise around her, and all she can do is scream and claw at the pipes 00:09:58.560 --> 00:10:00.760 that have created her tomb. 00:10:00.760 --> 00:10:04.530 She presses her lips to the ceiling in an attempt to gain one last breath before the 00:10:04.530 --> 00:10:06.720 honey completely fills the space. 00:10:06.720 --> 00:10:12.380 Her final choking gasps are sickly and sweet as the honey fills her lungs. 00:10:12.380 --> 00:10:14.480 Agent Two keeps running through the tunnel of pipes. 00:10:14.480 --> 00:10:18.070 His hand no longer hurts at least, either from the shock or from the fact that all the 00:10:18.070 --> 00:10:19.790 nerve endings had been burned away. 00:10:19.790 --> 00:10:23.830 The horrible sounds coming from the pipes seemed to have stopped too. 00:10:23.830 --> 00:10:26.260 Maybe he really would make it out of this alive. 00:10:26.260 --> 00:10:28.000 Lon might have found another way out too. 00:10:28.000 --> 00:10:31.250 There’s no telling how many routes through this maze of pipes exist. 00:10:31.250 --> 00:10:35.360 He would probably exit the building to find her outside waiting for him. 00:10:35.360 --> 00:10:36.420 Poor Agent Six though. 00:10:36.420 --> 00:10:40.350 He never had a chance after opening that cover on the MRV. 00:10:40.350 --> 00:10:44.460 His thoughts are abruptly interrupted though when his foot catches on an unseen pipe and 00:10:44.460 --> 00:10:46.040 he falls forward onto the floor. 00:10:46.040 --> 00:10:48.810 Or rather, he should have fallen on the floor. 00:10:48.810 --> 00:10:53.720 Instead, a pit opens up in the ground leading to a steep, sloping floor of pipes. 00:10:53.720 --> 00:10:57.810 He screams and tries to stop himself, but the slick liquid covering everything makes 00:10:57.810 --> 00:11:02.490 it impossible for him to slow his descent and he begins to slide down the pipes. 00:11:02.490 --> 00:11:06.370 His dimming flashlight shows what seemed to be an endless tunnel of pipes stretching down 00:11:06.370 --> 00:11:07.370 into the dark. 00:11:07.370 --> 00:11:12.620 The tube of pipes twisted this way and that, slamming him into the walls on either side, 00:11:12.620 --> 00:11:14.170 tumbling him head over feet. 00:11:14.170 --> 00:11:16.450 And the descent never seemed to end. 00:11:16.450 --> 00:11:19.320 He screamed until his voice went hoarse, then gave out entirely. 00:11:19.320 --> 00:11:23.960 He didn’t have any way to mark the passage of time other than when his flashlight finally 00:11:23.960 --> 00:11:28.210 started to flicker and then dim before finally dying. 00:11:28.210 --> 00:11:32.900 He slid down the endless tunnel of pipes for what felt like days in the darkness, far deeper 00:11:32.900 --> 00:11:35.010 than they physically should have been able to go. 00:11:35.010 --> 00:11:39.880 When the friction of the pipes began to tear his skin away, it was almost welcome. 00:11:39.880 --> 00:11:44.400 At least there would finally be an end. 00:11:44.400 --> 00:11:49.140 Following the loss of the SCP-015 recovery team, the data on the Modular Robotic Vehicle 00:11:49.140 --> 00:11:53.800 was deemed non-vital and no further expeditions were authorized in order to try and recover 00:11:53.800 --> 00:11:54.880 it. 00:11:54.880 --> 00:12:00.450 SCP-015 is a mass of pipes, vents, boilers and other various plumbing apparatus that 00:12:00.450 --> 00:12:05.800 have completely filled an otherwise non-descript warehouse located in a major American city. 00:12:05.800 --> 00:12:10.350 Any time the warehouse is not being directly observed, the pipes will begin to grow, filling 00:12:10.350 --> 00:12:14.540 nearly all of the available space in the building but also trying to connect to other nearby 00:12:14.540 --> 00:12:18.930 structures through the sewer and other subterranean infrastructure systems. 00:12:18.930 --> 00:12:24.310 The current best estimate of Foundation researchers is that the building contains over 190 kilometers 00:12:24.310 --> 00:12:29.870 of pipes, which range from just 2.5 centimeters to over 1 meter in diameter. 00:12:29.870 --> 00:12:34.420 While some of these pipes will look new, others have the appearance of being rusted or damaged, 00:12:34.420 --> 00:12:36.790 with many showing signs of leaking. 00:12:36.790 --> 00:12:41.430 The pipes are made of a strange assortment of materials as well including bone, wood, 00:12:41.430 --> 00:12:45.580 steel, pressed ash, human flesh, glass, and granite. 00:12:45.580 --> 00:12:51.720 Oddly, no pipes composed of lead, PVC plastic, copper, or any other material one would normally 00:12:51.720 --> 00:12:54.960 expect to be used for the production of pipes have been found. 00:12:54.960 --> 00:13:00.380 But by far the strangest anomalous quality of SCP-015 is that it appears to react to 00:13:00.380 --> 00:13:01.600 aggressors. 00:13:01.600 --> 00:13:05.320 Should the building detect that personnel inside of it are carrying tools, or if they 00:13:05.320 --> 00:13:10.240 make any attempt to either damage or repair any of its pipes, they will trigger an immediate 00:13:10.240 --> 00:13:11.580 reaction. 00:13:11.580 --> 00:13:15.340 Pipes near the offending subject will often burst, spraying them with a variety of liquids 00:13:15.340 --> 00:13:21.590 that have included oil, mercury, rats, a species of insect not yet identified, ground glass, 00:13:21.590 --> 00:13:24.690 seawater, entrails, and molten iron. 00:13:24.690 --> 00:13:28.420 More and more pipes will continue to burst around the subject until they either retreat 00:13:28.420 --> 00:13:31.950 from SCP-015 or are killed. 00:13:31.950 --> 00:13:36.810 SCP-015 was discovered by the Foundation after reports that pipes emanating from a warehouse 00:13:36.810 --> 00:13:41.650 had mysteriously started to connect to multiple other nearby structures, with no obvious answer 00:13:41.650 --> 00:13:46.200 for how or why they had suddenly begun emerging from the structure. 00:13:46.200 --> 00:13:50.290 The pipes were eventually able to be cut back and are now solely within the warehouse once 00:13:50.290 --> 00:13:57.700 again, but the human cost of containing SCP-015 has been high, and so far eleven SCP personnel 00:13:57.700 --> 00:14:01.880 have been killed in their interactions with the anomaly and an additional twenty are still 00:14:01.880 --> 00:14:03.050 missing. 00:14:03.050 --> 00:14:07.060 All of the missing are presumed to also be dead, though there have been reports of banging 00:14:07.060 --> 00:14:10.970 and screaming coming from within the building that may indicate they are still alive in 00:14:10.970 --> 00:14:12.680 some form. 00:14:12.680 --> 00:14:17.290 SCP-015 has been classified as Euclid, and because the building itself is impossible 00:14:17.290 --> 00:14:20.610 to move, it has been effectively contained on-site. 00:14:20.610 --> 00:14:24.660 The Foundation maintains a gap of at least two meters around the warehouse, and no structures 00:14:24.660 --> 00:14:28.650 are allowed to be built that make contact with the building’s outer walls. 00:14:28.650 --> 00:14:33.850 Should any protrusions from SCP-015 be detected, the pipes are to be immediately capped and 00:14:33.850 --> 00:14:35.420 sealed. 00:14:35.420 --> 00:14:40.230 Internal exploration of SCP-015 is permitted with approval from senior staff, but following 00:14:40.230 --> 00:14:44.860 numerous losses within the site, expedition teams must consist of three members all of 00:14:44.860 --> 00:14:48.290 whom are equipped with safety lines and GPS tracking. 00:14:48.290 --> 00:14:52.310 The teams are not allowed to bring any hand or power tools with the building, nor are 00:14:52.310 --> 00:14:55.760 they to attempt any repairs or maintenance of any kind while inside. 00:14:55.760 --> 00:15:01.430 There’s no need to enforce these rules though, seeing as SCP-015 appears more than happy 00:15:01.430 --> 00:15:04.030 to terminate the offenders itself. 00:15:04.030 --> 00:15:09.750 The SCP Foundation contains many anomalous locations though SCP-015 may just be one of 00:15:09.750 --> 00:15:10.750 the strangest. 00:15:10.750 --> 00:15:16.030 But decide for yourself by comparing it to SCP-024, another abandoned building with secrets 00:15:16.030 --> 00:15:19.980 of its own to be found inside, and don’t forget to subscribe and turn on notifications, 00:15:19.980 --> 00:15:24.950 so you don’t miss a single anomaly, as we delve further and further into the SCP Foundation’s 00:15:24.950 --> 00:15:25.880 classified archives.