SCP-106 - The Old Man Escape (SCP Animation & Story)

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It’s 3:00 AM, and the facility is quiet. Office workers and administrators roam the halls. Security Officers stand at their posts, clad in advanced tactical armour and carrying standard-issue M4 Carbines. Three Foundation employees sit at flickering monitors, watching a live feed of footage from the containment cell of the infamous SCP-106, or as it’s referred to by staff, The Old Man. No Foundation personnel are permitted to travel within sixty feet of the cell for security reasons, and nobody is permitted to physically interact with the anomaly without the approval of two-thirds of O5-Command. The observer’s eyes itch and sting from the hours of unending blue-light exposure, but they can’t look away. The Old Man is crafty – he may have the insatiable bloodlust of a hungry great white shark, but he’s not mindless. He’s a calculating predator, more sadistic than the worst human serial killer, and he’s always searching for the next opportunity. According to Foundation records, he’s been active since at least World War II, and it is estimated that he has hundreds if not thousands of victims to his name. And many of those made the simple, but extremely foolish mistake of underestimating him. After all, it only takes a few seconds of inattentiveness, the briefest moment of distraction, to give him the window he needs. To do what, you ask? Oh, don’t worry, you’ll find out – just like they did. The Old Man has his nickname for a reason – most of the time, he really does look like exactly that - an old man. Or more specifically, an Old Man’s decaying corpse, his body covered in rotten, dark greyish-black flesh that looks like putrid meat. Though the creature has been observed being able to change shape, the rot seems to run too deep for the Old Man to ever hide it. Foundation employees that have observed SCP-106 for extended periods of time have reported seeing it assume the form of grinning, decayed children, and women whose rotted flesh barely hangs on to their creaking bones. Just seeing the images through a video feed is enough to cause a lifetime of insomnia and other sleeping issues. Still, they have a job to do, and the cameras remain fixed on the Old Man. He’s been completely motionless for three months, just sitting there, like a Buddhist monk in deep meditation. A novice might see this period of inactivity as a cause for celebration, but those with experience know that this is merely the calm before the storm. SCP–106 can remain in a dormant state for months at a time. Described by Foundation scientists as a “lulling state,” it is believed that The Old Man is simply waiting for its captors to get soft, make a mistake, or simply have a momentary lapse in concentration, which is all it needs to make its move. It had happened so many times before, and it was about to happen again. One of the observers must have felt an overwhelming wave of anxiety when he saw the creature ever so slightly twitch. Just a tiny quiver in the shoulder muscles. But that was enough to tell the observer that their day had just taken a terrifying turn. He grabbed the emergency phone fixed to his desk and practically screamed into the receiver that 106 is moving, that they needed a tactical team stat. But it was already too late. He and the two other observers stared into the monitors with their mouths agape, as a gooey, rust-like substance began to pool around the creature on the floor of its cell. Slowly, the creature craned its withered neck around. Its face was fixed into a broad, yellow-toothed, lipless grin. Its eyes had the kind of dull, flat malice of an underwater predator. It looked directly into the camera. Directly at them. And smiled. The observers know this was bad. Really, really bad. With what they could have sworn was a little nod, the Old Man began sinking into the rusty puddle it’d made on the ground beneath it, until it had disappeared entirely. SCP–106 is capable of phasing through any solid surface with ease, making it one of the hardest entities to reliably contain, and earning it a spot on the dreaded “Keter” class – reserved for the anomalies that are a complete nightmare to keep locked up. Through years of costly research and deadly trial and error, the Foundation would later devise ways of at least slowing the creature down. It’s shown to have an aversion to lead, highly complex or random physical structures, and intense bright light. None of these cause harm to the creature – as far as we know, literally nothing can – but they’ll at least buy you some precious extra seconds with which to at least try and escape, seconds the three observers didn’t have. One of them grabbed the emergency line again and barked into it that they had lost visual on the anomaly. Just then the observers heard a faint crackling sound behind them, and the hissing of a chemical burn. They turned in horror to see a huge, rusty burnmark expanding across the wall, right next to the door – which was their only escape route. They backed as far away from the door as they could as a rotten hand began reaching out of the mass of corrosive, black sludge, followed by the grinning face of SCP–106, ready to have some fun. Meanwhile, two heavily-armed Security Officers – Agents Goodwin and Resnick – came charging down the corridor towards the observation rooms. It’d become a bleak slogan during SCP–106 escape attempts that all you need to do is “follow the screams.” And that motto was proven true that night, because awful things were happening to the observation personnel, they were certainly screaming about it. Of course, even with top-of-the-line firearms, there was little they could do to harm the rampaging Old Man. He seemed immune to all forms of physical damage. All they could hope to do was keep the thing distracted until the scientists and containment specialists finished the preparations to lure him back into his containment cell. Goodwin surged forward while Resnick covered his six. Vigilance was key, as – unlike a standard human combatant – SCP–106 could attack from literally any angle including above or below. Physical obstacles were irrelevant to him and no cover was safe. The hardened security officers could see the burnmark on the wall of the observation room as they approached. SCP–106 was perpetually coated in a thick, black mucus with powerful corrosive properties that left any surfaces it touched permanently marred. Foundation Scientists speculated that this mucus served as a kind of pre-digestive substance that tenderizes meat and bone alike, but to what purpose this serves is a mystery as the Old Man has never been observed eating. It’s postulated that the only purpose is causing additional pain. Goodwin and Resnick knew to treat this hissing sludge as a potential threat, as the corrosive properties would remain active for as much as six hours before finally fizzling out. The two officers shared a quiet nod, before Goodwin breached the observation room door with a hard kick. The two of them surged inside, guns at the ready. In their time working at the Foundation, they’d seen some truly horrific sights. From the mutilation of D-Class Personnel – typically death row prison inmates brought in for use as SCP guinea pigs – to the violence and mayhem of a containment breach. But there was nothing in their past that would ever make the horrifying sight they saw in the observation room that night feel “normal.” All three observers were dead. Almost nothing remained of two of them, and the third, while still intact, no longer looked human. He looked like he’d somehow been dead a hundred years in the brief period that the Old Man had been free. His skin was grey and completely dried out, and his mouth was locked into a perpetual scream. It was a massacre, but there was no sign of the Old Man. Goodwin grabbed his radio, and whispered “This is Goodwin in observation room six. Requesting immediate back up. We have no idea where this thing—” But his sentence was cut off by a sudden scream from Agent Resnick. SCP Foundation security officers are as tough as nails – the best of the best, you might say, recruited from the top military organizations in the world – so hearing one of them scream in fright is a rare if not impossible occurrence. But even they were forced to yell out in fear when they looked up to see the Old Man standing on the ceiling, grinning down at them. Resnick raised his M4 and shot a three-round burst at center mass. SCP–106 didn’t care. Even under sustained gunfire from the two security officers, it didn’t even flinch. The Old Man simply reached down and snatched Agent Resnick from the ground, like it was picking an apple from a tree. The Old Man held Resnick in one hand and pounded its other rotten fist into the Agent’s body, breaking all of his bones. Resnick screamed for his partner to help him but there was no time. Before Goodwin could do anything, SCP–106 began receding back into another slimy burnmark on the wall. Only this time, he was taking his screaming victim with him. Agent Resnick gave one more horrified scream before he was pulled backwards into the inky darkness leaving the room silent except for the burning hiss of the corrosive goo left behind. You might think this would be the end of it, but no. For poor Agent Resnick, the worst was yet to come. He was being dragged into what SCP Foundation scientists refer to as the Old Man’s “Pocket Dimension”, a miniature layer of reality within our own where the malicious SCP is essentially a cruel, all-powerful God. According to witness reports extracted from victims who were taken to this little nightmare realm, the dimension resembles a series of twisting, endless corridors where the Old Man stalks and tortures his captured victims to the breaking point, manipulating space and time to its own sadistic ends. On rare occasions, the SCP will even release its victims, just for the joy of hunting, capturing, and torturing them all over again. While Agent Resnick was learning the true meaning of terror, containment specialists were mobilizing in its cell, preparing the one known tried-and-true method of luring the Old Man back: Tempting it with the prospect of causing even more suffering. In order to do this, Foundation personnel take one of the aforementioned Class D personnel and begin inducing extreme pain by breaking a major bone or slicing a tendon every twenty minutes. The victim’s agonized screams are then played over the facility’s intercom, acting as bait for the pain-loving Old Man. The screams echo through the facility’s otherwise silent halls, as the mutilated corpse of Agent Resnick falls from a new scorch mark on the ceiling. The Old Man can hear the sounds of suffering ringing out through the air around him, and he can barely contain his excitement over the prospect of a new plaything. The snapped femurs, the torn Achilles tendons, it was all too good to miss. Having had its twisted fun with the security officers and observers, SCP-106 wandered back to its containment cell, where a new screaming victim awaited. The other security officers, containment specialists, and scientists evacuated the area, leaving the Old Man alone with his prey. While the unfortunate Class D was left to his fate, the rest of the staff commenced clean up procedures, which mainly involved wiping the brown and black mucus from the walls. It would probably be at least another month before anything like this happened again, and new personnel would be transferred over to the facility to replace the fallen. All in all, just another night at The SCP Foundation.
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Channel: SCP Explained - Story & Animation
Views: 2,118,918
Rating: 4.9150205 out of 5
Keywords: scp, scp foundation, story, animation, animated, scp-106, the old man, scp 106, 106, old man, stories, scp stories, scp animation, scp containment breach, scp explained, therubber, the rubber, anomaly, anom, Keter, scp wiki
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Length: 10min 24sec (624 seconds)
Published: Fri Jul 24 2020
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