WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.229 --> 00:00:04.810 The group of children on their bikes stare intently at the large, abandoned house. 00:00:04.810 --> 00:00:09.080 Rumors have been circulating all school year about a monster that lives inside. 00:00:09.080 --> 00:00:12.860 One child tells the others about the kid from a couple towns over who went inside and never 00:00:12.860 --> 00:00:16.849 came back out and it’s easy to believe that something evil could be lurking inside the 00:00:16.849 --> 00:00:20.900 rundown home with its peeling paint and many broken windows. 00:00:20.900 --> 00:00:24.880 The children begin teasing each other, daring one another to go in and see the monster for 00:00:24.880 --> 00:00:25.980 themselves. 00:00:25.980 --> 00:00:30.789 No one seems especially eager to volunteer though as they all egg each other on. 00:00:30.789 --> 00:00:34.610 As the group of children joke about who should be forced to go inside, another comes riding 00:00:34.610 --> 00:00:37.000 up behind them, struggling to catch his breath. 00:00:37.000 --> 00:00:39.630 “You left me behind again,” he complains. 00:00:39.630 --> 00:00:42.850 Clearly this is not the first time that this smallest child of the group has been made 00:00:42.850 --> 00:00:46.219 to try and keep up with his bigger and faster friends. 00:00:46.219 --> 00:00:48.130 The bigger kids all turn to look at him. 00:00:48.130 --> 00:00:52.690 They don’t need to discuss it any further, the answer to who must go inside has already 00:00:52.690 --> 00:00:54.250 been decided. 00:00:54.250 --> 00:00:59.469 The smaller child tries to protest, but ultimately, what decision does he have but to go inside? 00:00:59.469 --> 00:01:03.000 He can’t let everyone else think that he’s a chicken, he’s got to prove once and for 00:01:03.000 --> 00:01:05.430 all that he’s just as tough as any of them. 00:01:05.430 --> 00:01:09.340 Without another word he lets his bike fall into the dirt and makes his way towards the 00:01:09.340 --> 00:01:11.330 big, creepy house. 00:01:11.330 --> 00:01:15.830 The door pushes open without any resistance and the boy looks into the dark house. 00:01:15.830 --> 00:01:19.940 The boy steps inside and the floorboards creak loudly under his feet. 00:01:19.940 --> 00:01:24.220 The inside looks much like the outside, old, worn, and abandoned. 00:01:24.220 --> 00:01:29.020 But then he hears something, a scratching noise coming from above him. 00:01:29.020 --> 00:01:32.770 He turns to leave but he can see all of his friends through the doorway, and they motion 00:01:32.770 --> 00:01:34.470 for him to keep going. 00:01:34.470 --> 00:01:39.010 The boy steels his nerves and turns back, he’s going to show them just how brave he 00:01:39.010 --> 00:01:40.100 is. 00:01:40.100 --> 00:01:43.670 The boy starts up the stairs, each one groaning as he steps onto it. 00:01:43.670 --> 00:01:47.730 He reaches the top of the stairs to find a landing with more rooms, each full of dirt 00:01:47.730 --> 00:01:48.750 and debris. 00:01:48.750 --> 00:01:52.230 There’s spray paint on many of the walls and lots of trash. 00:01:52.230 --> 00:01:55.290 It looks like teens may use this as a place to hangout. 00:01:55.290 --> 00:01:58.440 But there at the other of the landing is one more room. 00:01:58.440 --> 00:02:00.730 And the door is shut. 00:02:00.730 --> 00:02:04.210 From outside, the group of children can see through the upper windows as the boy makes 00:02:04.210 --> 00:02:05.380 his way through the house. 00:02:05.380 --> 00:02:09.939 They’re not laughing and teasing any longer, in fact they’re impressed by how bravely 00:02:09.939 --> 00:02:11.480 he is exploring the old home. 00:02:11.480 --> 00:02:15.469 Though none of them would admit it out loud, he’s earning their respect. 00:02:15.469 --> 00:02:19.569 The boy reaches the shut door at the end of the hall and presses his ear to it but he 00:02:19.569 --> 00:02:21.140 doesn’t hear anything inside. 00:02:21.140 --> 00:02:25.390 He places his hand on the doorknob and slowly opens it. 00:02:25.390 --> 00:02:29.959 The boy screams and falls backwards as the cat that was hiding inside panics and jumps 00:02:29.959 --> 00:02:31.860 through one of the open windows. 00:02:31.860 --> 00:02:33.219 The boy can’t help but laugh. 00:02:33.219 --> 00:02:36.650 Of course it was just a - The boy screams again as the floor gives way 00:02:36.650 --> 00:02:40.489 beneath him and he crashes down onto the first floor in a pile of debris. 00:02:40.489 --> 00:02:45.420 He’s stunned by the fall before starting to scream again as that floor gives way too. 00:02:45.420 --> 00:02:49.540 His yelling is silenced by the air being knocked out of him as he hits the basement floor. 00:02:49.540 --> 00:02:53.170 He’s covered in dust and pieces of two floors he fell through. 00:02:53.170 --> 00:02:56.409 He feels bruised and sore, but he can wiggle his fingers and toes. 00:02:56.409 --> 00:03:00.329 He’s not paralyzed, and it doesn’t even feel like he’s broken a bone. 00:03:00.329 --> 00:03:01.950 Maybe he’s okay. 00:03:01.950 --> 00:03:07.090 But no, he’s definitely not okay, because suddenly there’s something picking him up 00:03:07.090 --> 00:03:08.730 off the floor. 00:03:08.730 --> 00:03:12.879 As his eyes adjust to the dark basement, he sees what it is that’s holding him - it’s 00:03:12.879 --> 00:03:18.200 half man half machine, a huge, disgusting mix of metal and flesh. 00:03:18.200 --> 00:03:22.620 The boy is too scared to scream any more as the creature's unmoving, dead looking eyes 00:03:22.620 --> 00:03:24.010 stare straight into his. 00:03:24.010 --> 00:03:28.379 It’s face looks as though the skin has been stretched across a human metallic skull.The 00:03:28.379 --> 00:03:33.469 boy can only watch as the monster raises its sharp, metallic fingers and… brushes the 00:03:33.469 --> 00:03:35.310 dirt out of the boy’s hair. 00:03:35.310 --> 00:03:39.770 The boy starts to whimper, but whatever this thing is, it doesn’t seem to want to hurt 00:03:39.770 --> 00:03:40.770 him. 00:03:40.770 --> 00:03:44.620 A tinny robotic voice coming from a small device on the creature’s face suddenly breaks 00:03:44.620 --> 00:03:45.620 the silence. 00:03:45.620 --> 00:03:48.590 هل أنتَ على ما يُرام؟ 00:03:48.590 --> 00:03:52.969 The boy doesn’t understand, but the robotic man tilts his horrific head to the side and 00:03:52.969 --> 00:03:54.860 repeats the same thing. 00:03:54.860 --> 00:03:59.689 The boy is still confused, but he feels like the robot is trying to tell him something. 00:03:59.689 --> 00:04:02.999 He somehow gets the sense that it’s not going to hurt him. 00:04:02.999 --> 00:04:05.310 Is this the monster that everyone has been afraid of? 00:04:05.310 --> 00:04:08.859 A misunderstood machine-man living down here in the basement? 00:04:08.859 --> 00:04:11.930 The robotic flinches as something is smashed on the back of his head. 00:04:11.930 --> 00:04:15.840 He tosses the boy to the side and turns to see the boy’s friends, each of them armed 00:04:15.840 --> 00:04:18.270 with pieces of wood and other scraps as weapons. 00:04:18.270 --> 00:04:22.360 They’ve come here to save their friend from the monster that they dared him to find. 00:04:22.360 --> 00:04:26.220 Another runs up to strike the robot but before he can reach him, he falls to his knees in 00:04:26.220 --> 00:04:28.410 pain, as do the rest of the children. 00:04:28.410 --> 00:04:32.380 The creature has begun emitting a high frequency noise and the children try to cover their 00:04:32.380 --> 00:04:33.380 ears. 00:04:33.380 --> 00:04:37.020 They all feel a searing pain that makes it feel as though their heads will explode. 00:04:37.020 --> 00:04:41.170 The piercing noise continues to ring out, but the monster looks like it has entered 00:04:41.170 --> 00:04:44.410 some kind of dormant state and is no longer moving. 00:04:44.410 --> 00:04:48.260 The small boy is able to slowly get back to his knees, hands still clasped to the side 00:04:48.260 --> 00:04:50.240 of his head, and stand up. 00:04:50.240 --> 00:04:53.570 He runs past the monster and his friends who are writhing on the floor in pain, up the 00:04:53.570 --> 00:04:56.500 stairs, and out of the old house. 00:04:56.500 --> 00:05:00.520 A woman stands at a kitchen counter, chopping vegetables for their dinner that evening, 00:05:00.520 --> 00:05:03.930 and talking to her oldest daughter about her plans for that weekend when the back door 00:05:03.930 --> 00:05:05.800 suddenly bursts open. 00:05:05.800 --> 00:05:08.200 Standing there is her son, the small boy. 00:05:08.200 --> 00:05:14.130 He’s barely able to whisper the words “monster… there’s a monster in the basement” before 00:05:14.130 --> 00:05:18.820 he collapses, blood pouring from his ears and nose, before he begins convulsing on the 00:05:18.820 --> 00:05:20.490 floor. 00:05:20.490 --> 00:05:23.340 At the local police station, an officer is speaking on the phone. 00:05:23.340 --> 00:05:24.530 “I see. 00:05:24.530 --> 00:05:26.280 Yes, that is quite strange. 00:05:26.280 --> 00:05:27.280 A metal man? 00:05:27.280 --> 00:05:28.540 You don’t say. 00:05:28.540 --> 00:05:31.050 I’ll send someone out there right away, don’t go anywhere.” 00:05:31.050 --> 00:05:35.170 The police officer hangs up the phone and looks around, making sure no one is nearby 00:05:35.170 --> 00:05:38.470 or listening to him, and then takes out a cell phone. 00:05:38.470 --> 00:05:42.530 He dials a number from memory and someone answers on the other end almost immediately. 00:05:42.530 --> 00:05:46.830 “Yes this is Field Agent Patch,” the police officer says, “you need to get a containment 00:05:46.830 --> 00:05:47.830 team out here right away. 00:05:47.830 --> 00:05:48.830 And a good one too. 00:05:48.830 --> 00:05:51.660 I don’t know what it is, but it’s dangerous.” 00:05:51.660 --> 00:05:56.800 An SCP Foundation Mobile Task Force that specializes in containing dangerous humanoid threats soon 00:05:56.800 --> 00:06:00.360 arrived at the house and took the anomaly into captivity. 00:06:00.360 --> 00:06:04.100 Misinformation teams concocted a cover story about a gas leak leading to the unfortunate 00:06:04.100 --> 00:06:08.430 deaths of several of the town’s children and administering amnestics to any potential 00:06:08.430 --> 00:06:10.780 witnesses. 00:06:10.780 --> 00:06:14.770 Once the messy business of containment was over though, it was time to figure out just 00:06:14.770 --> 00:06:17.840 what this strange creature was. 00:06:17.840 --> 00:06:22.680 SCP-203 appears to have at one time been a Caucasian human male, though its appearance 00:06:22.680 --> 00:06:25.440 now is far different than it once was. 00:06:25.440 --> 00:06:31.350 This bipedal humanoid creature stands 2.5 meters tall and weighs roughly 200 kilograms. 00:06:31.350 --> 00:06:34.950 Both its incredible height and weight are due to the fact that the man’s original 00:06:34.950 --> 00:06:40.540 skeleton has been entirely removed, and replaced with a mechanical framework made of cast iron. 00:06:40.540 --> 00:06:45.600 The metal skeleton is much larger than the original bones, and in many places SCP-203’s 00:06:45.600 --> 00:06:50.600 skin has split from being stretched over it, revealing the mechanical structure underneath. 00:06:50.600 --> 00:06:53.660 Other parts of the framework appear to have been intentionally made to protrude through 00:06:53.660 --> 00:06:57.000 the skin, though it is unclear for what purpose. 00:06:57.000 --> 00:07:01.260 In addition to this larger than normal mechanical skeleton, a number of other augmentations 00:07:01.260 --> 00:07:03.680 are present on SCP-203. 00:07:03.680 --> 00:07:08.300 Its fingers have been extended into sharpened, hook-like barbs that are approximately 1 meter 00:07:08.300 --> 00:07:09.410 long. 00:07:09.410 --> 00:07:13.221 Its lips have been removed entirely, making it clear that there is no movable jaw bone, 00:07:13.221 --> 00:07:17.610 and that the skull is likely one large hollow piece of metal, and there are several more 00:07:17.610 --> 00:07:24.000 hook-like protrusions jutting out around the mouth area, smaller but similar in appearance 00:07:24.000 --> 00:07:25.000 to the fingers. 00:07:25.000 --> 00:07:28.370 SCP-203’s legs have been modified as well, with two added joints that give them an appearance 00:07:28.370 --> 00:07:32.720 more akin to a dog’s, and its toes have been removed and replaced with a solid piece 00:07:32.720 --> 00:07:35.710 of metal similar to those found in steel toed boots. 00:07:35.710 --> 00:07:40.030 It’s chest has no sternum or breastplate, which causes the skin stretched across to 00:07:40.030 --> 00:07:42.900 pull inward as its diaphragm contracts. 00:07:42.900 --> 00:07:46.620 Its ears have also been removed, though it still seems to possess hearing that is far 00:07:46.620 --> 00:07:50.780 beyond that of an average human, and while its eyes still remain, they are held in a 00:07:50.780 --> 00:07:55.220 permanently forward facing position by several needles that emerge from the eye sockets. 00:07:55.220 --> 00:07:59.510 The irises also appear permanently dilated and do not react to light. 00:07:59.510 --> 00:08:03.800 In place of a mouth is a small speaker covered by a metal grate that is capable of producing 00:08:03.800 --> 00:08:08.000 basic vocalizations, though with a distinctly robotic sound to them. 00:08:08.000 --> 00:08:13.320 Tests have shown that SCP-203 has a basic understanding of English, but its own primary 00:08:13.320 --> 00:08:18.660 language seems to be a type of Arabic, though there are no records of the exact dialect. 00:08:18.660 --> 00:08:24.020 SCP-203 does not need to eat or drink, and without any visible mouth, it is likely incapable 00:08:24.020 --> 00:08:25.090 of either. 00:08:25.090 --> 00:08:29.110 Instead it runs off of a power cell located within its body, that will provide energy 00:08:29.110 --> 00:08:31.330 for up to 72 hours. 00:08:31.330 --> 00:08:36.570 After those three days, SCP-203 will shut down and enter a hibernation state for 3 to 00:08:36.570 --> 00:08:41.500 4 hours during which its power source will recharge, providing it with another 72 hours 00:08:41.500 --> 00:08:42.959 of energy. 00:08:42.959 --> 00:08:48.300 All attempts to examine SCP-203 by either X-ray, CT, ultrasound, and other forms of 00:08:48.300 --> 00:08:52.490 diagnostic imagery have failed, and attempts at exploratory surgery have triggered its 00:08:52.490 --> 00:08:56.370 defense mechanisms which are both painful and deadly. 00:08:56.370 --> 00:09:01.209 When it perceives that it is being threatened in some way, SCP-203 is capable of emitting 00:09:01.209 --> 00:09:05.639 a high-frequency droning sound that has a profoundly damaging effect on the human nervous 00:09:05.639 --> 00:09:06.660 system. 00:09:06.660 --> 00:09:10.839 The effects of this defense mechanism were able to be observed directly when a D Class 00:09:10.839 --> 00:09:15.910 Personnel accidentally struck SCP-203 and its droning sound was activated. 00:09:15.910 --> 00:09:21.470 Immediately after being exposed to the sound, D-104 experienced a severe headache. 00:09:21.470 --> 00:09:26.709 After 15 minutes the headache grew worse and D-104 began to bleed from the ears. 00:09:26.709 --> 00:09:30.699 After a half hour, the D Class, who had now gone to the infirmary, began to experience 00:09:30.699 --> 00:09:33.709 seizures and was bleeding from all of his orifices. 00:09:33.709 --> 00:09:37.230 Ten minutes later, the D Class was dead. 00:09:37.230 --> 00:09:41.140 Another test was performed and the results were nearly identical, with symptoms progressing 00:09:41.140 --> 00:09:42.810 at roughly the same rate. 00:09:42.810 --> 00:09:46.540 However this time, rather than move the D Class to the infirmary, it was kept in the 00:09:46.540 --> 00:09:49.050 cell with SCP-203. 00:09:49.050 --> 00:09:54.310 After forty minutes, the D Class was dead, and a few minutes later, 203 finally ceased 00:09:54.310 --> 00:09:55.980 its droning sound. 00:09:55.980 --> 00:10:01.709 SCP-203 then approached the body of the deceased D Class and began to use its own augmentations 00:10:01.709 --> 00:10:04.240 to start removing the skeleton of the D Class. 00:10:04.240 --> 00:10:08.709 While SCP-203 was stopped before it could complete its task, it now appears that the 00:10:08.709 --> 00:10:13.550 droning sound it produces is a defense mechanism, but may also be a part of the process by which 00:10:13.550 --> 00:10:17.140 it creates new instances of SCP-203. 00:10:17.140 --> 00:10:23.040 In interviews with SCP-203, it claims to have no memories of its life prior to its augmentation. 00:10:23.040 --> 00:10:27.420 It says that it now exists in a near constant state of pain and confusion and that the times 00:10:27.420 --> 00:10:31.620 when its battery is expended and it enters a rest state are its only escape from the 00:10:31.620 --> 00:10:33.399 pain of its existence. 00:10:33.399 --> 00:10:38.080 It also claims that it has no memory of what happens once its defense mechanism is activated, 00:10:38.080 --> 00:10:42.200 nor does it remember what it did to the body of the D Class that was left in its cell. 00:10:42.200 --> 00:10:47.389 However it is unknown just how truthful SCP-203 is being. 00:10:47.389 --> 00:10:52.519 There has been no way to verify anything that SCP-203 tells researchers, and for the time 00:10:52.519 --> 00:10:56.949 being, its statements are to be regarded by Foundation staff as an attempt to elicit sympathy 00:10:56.949 --> 00:10:59.160 or otherwise manipulate them emotionally. 00:10:59.160 --> 00:11:04.389 It’s made several requests for pain killing medication and anesthetics, but so far all 00:11:04.389 --> 00:11:07.139 of these requests have been denied. 00:11:07.139 --> 00:11:12.449 SCP-203 has been classified as Euclid, and it is kept in a specialized storage bunker 00:11:12.449 --> 00:11:14.040 at a research site. 00:11:14.040 --> 00:11:18.370 Two D Class personnel equipped with sound filtering equipment guard it at all times, 00:11:18.370 --> 00:11:22.759 and it is accompanied by an armed escort to any testing or research sessions. 00:11:22.759 --> 00:11:25.630 Is SCP-203 the ultimate victim? 00:11:25.630 --> 00:11:30.220 A normal human that was transformed against his will into a crude amalgamation of man 00:11:30.220 --> 00:11:31.519 and machine? 00:11:31.519 --> 00:11:35.569 Maybe there is something more to SCP-203, or rather less. 00:11:35.569 --> 00:11:38.559 Is SCP-203 fooling all of us? 00:11:38.559 --> 00:11:42.990 Is this Tortured Iron Soul nothing more than a metallic monster, disguising itself with 00:11:42.990 --> 00:11:44.850 the skin of its last victim? 00:11:44.850 --> 00:11:48.199 Perhaps with more research, we will one day know the answer. 00:11:48.199 --> 00:11:53.880 Now go and watch another entry from the files of Dr. Bob, like SCP-783 There Was a Crooked 00:11:53.880 --> 00:11:58.189 Man, for another anomaly with very interesting ideas of what a human’s body should look 00:11:58.189 --> 00:11:59.189 like. 00:11:59.189 --> 00:12:03.269 And make sure you subscribe and turn on notifications, so you don’t miss a single anomaly, as we 00:12:03.269 --> 00:12:07.610 delve further and further into the SCP Foundation’s classified archives.