Gooday everyone and welcome to When Day Breaks. This time, the good doctor is here, SCP-049.
But he won’t be recommending fresh air and exercise. As with everything relating to the When
Day Breaks event, it’s best to just stay inside! It’s probably best to stay inside! And while the
rest of world turns into human sludge you can browse the entire internet. But to see
every possible film, show and stay protected from any hackers safe in their sun-proof basements,
you’re going to need AtlasVPN for that! AtlasVPN is a date encryption tool that
hides and replaces your virtual location on the internet. With this tool you can choose
where you want your location to show as. Geo-restrictions prevent you from streaming
certain films in certain countries. But if you select the UK as your location for example
you can suddenly stream all these new films and shows that you could only access in the UK.
Changing your digital location also alters the costs of online services
such as subscription services and streaming sites. Many platforms and even airline companies
track your internet cookies and IP address to display appropriate prices. Change your
location to somewhere cheaper and BOOM, you’ve got the same products, there just cheaper!
Also, a random username does not grant you full anonymity online. Your IP address can
be tracked to find your real address and sensitive information which can then be sold, leaked or used
as blackmail. AtlasVPN will block any malicious links and disguise and replace your IP address.
And with the Data Breach Monitor tool, you’ll be able to do a web-wide search and see if
any of your personal information was leaked in any data breaches.
To stay fully protected online, download AtlasVPN NOW, it’s supported on all devices,
comes with a 30-day money back guarantee and you can find the link in the description below.
Chief Engineer Murphy O’Neal of Site-54 cautiously stepped backwards, firing round after round into a
crowd of humanoid creations lumbering their way towards him. A couple went down but the
rest barely seemed to notice. “The door, open it now!”
Murphy turned and shouted at his companions before returning back to firing.
The SCP-131 twins frantically cooed at each other as they attempted to override the door
security. 131-A barged through his sibling and entered the override code that the other was too
careless to get right the first time. As the door lifted, Murphy slung his
rifle to his side and pushed the trolley carrying the twins through the door.
He slammed a fist against the emergency lockdown system sealing the door for good.
He dropped to his knees and breathed hard
before giving the twins a stern look. “What happened back there, guys?”
The 131 items began chirping frantically but Murphy held up a hand.
“Never mind! I'm sorry I asked. Jeez!”
Murphy stood up and began pushing the trolley down the corridor. This trolley was one of
his greatest creations, in his opinion. When things all went to pot and all the
dangerous things got loose, SCP-131 actively tried to help people. He had rewarded them
by building them their own method of locomotion and interaction. An interface tracked their eye
movements. They could use this interface to wirelessly interact with site systems.
They could even communicate with Murphy through a module built into his mechanical left arm.
They were named Oscar and Yasmin, and they were his only friends.
Murphy slung his bag off his shoulder and dropped it on the trolley revealing a number
of mechanical parts and electrical circuits. The twins came over to investigate. Oscar
began chirping and Murphy heard the words relayed from the trolley to his arm module.
ARE THESE THE PARTS? “They are.
They oughta fix the busted transmitter.” Yasmin chimed in.
DO YOU THINK ANYONE WILL HEAR US THIS TIME?
“I hope so.” --
Their home was quite an extravagance. He had taken up residence within the Site Director’s office.
Sofas, a TV, a private bathroom and even sleeping accommodation. The windows were all blacked out.
The twins disembarked the trolley and raced
over to a small indoor jungle gym Murphy had built for them.
Murphy fired up the kettle as he pulled a Pot Noodle from his stash. Not the most nutritious
meal but it had been a tough day, he needed something easy. He set himself down at the
computer with his noodles while the twins played a game of tag. The CCTV didn’t show anything of
real consequence. Empty halls except for a few hordes of SCP-049 creations in the lower levels.
Site-54 was isolated in the desert and relied on solar energy. Unfortunately, the generators failed
when the sun went weird. The system fused, the security went down and all the SCPs got loose.
The staff took refuge in the lower levels while the SCPs got turned to mush in the Sun.
Murphy volunteered to go and fix the system but unknown to them all,
SCP-049 had been down there with them the whole time. He quietly
converted survivors into his own creations. Before long Murphy was the only one left.
Murphy turned off the display, drained the last of the noodles and sat down at the sofa.
“You two, come here.” The twins produced a slightly sad tone as they
reluctantly left the play area and joined Murphy. “I understand there is a lot of pressure on
you both in the heat of it but we can’t afford slip ups like that.
Thankfully for you Yasmin, Oscar took the initiative and got that door open. Otherwise, I’d
be a zombie by now and you would both be… well, I don't know what he would have done with you two.”
The twins looked down and produced another sad tone. Murphy felt his wrist vibrate again.
WE’RE SORRY. “Alright. Now,
why don’t you go and find us a movie.” Yasmin gave a very excited squeal
and made a bee-line straight for a DVD of Moana sat beneath the TV.
“Again? We watched that one yesterday and the day before.”
Oscar joined in and also began offering Murphy excited tones.
Defeated, Murphy set the film to play and left the twins to watch it while he went instead to
get some sleep. -
The scorched desert winds hammered Murphy’s bio-suit as he tightened the last few bolts on the
transmitter. While the sunlight was harsh, actual 001 flesh entities were very rare to see out here.
A blessing that this site was built in such a remote place. He was on the roof and a glance out
across the sandy dunes provided both the assurance of no flesh activity but also reminded him that
once the supplies ran out, he was screwed. “Anything?” he called out to the twins who
were at the bottom of the maintenance ladder monitoring a display on the wall.
TRANSMITTER OPERATIONAL. THE ONLY SIGNAL BEING RECEIVED IS THE REPEAT FROM SITE-19. NOTHING ELSE.
Murphy sighed and slumped against the transmitter. Nothing. Not even a whisper from anyone else out
there. He packed up his tools and began descending the ladder. A sudden bang
rocked the facility and he fell the last few rungs landing awkwardly with a yelp, twisting his ankle.
The twins rushed over to see how he was but he ushered them away as he quickly began checking
the monitor for CCTV and system diagnostics. “The lower levels have been breached!”
MULTIPLE LARGE SCALE BIOMASS’S DETECTED “The Flesh?”
NO EXTERNAL BREACHES DETECTED OR ANY 001 INDICATIONS.
“049's been making something, it seems.” BIOMASS ASCENDING TO LEVEL 3.
“Don’t let them get to Level 2! Activate the tesla gates while I get the CCTV up for that level.”
BIOMASS ASCENDING TO LEVEL 2. TESLA GATES ONLINE. BIOMASS CONTAINED.
The monitor fired up with the CCTV display
and the twins came over to view the horror. Standing at nearly seven feet tall was this
monolithic creature, several of them in fact. Humans with hulking frames and contorted faces.
Their skin was all torn and frayed, unable to hold in the muscle bulging out from the body.
Their faces conveyed nothing but rage and animalistic expressions. One of the creatures
showed severe burns to its face and body. Murphy figured that one had run into the tesla gate.
“We need to get back home. Oscar, can you monitor the system remotely?”
Oscar gave an acknowledging tone and Murphy began pushing them down the
corridors with haste. "Ring-a-ring-a-rosies
A pocket full of posies A tissue, a tissue
We all fall down"
The lights went out.
“Oscar?”
POWER CUT IN THE LOWER LEVELS. FAULT DETECTED IN THE MAIN CIRCUIT.
A few seconds later and the corridors were awash in the emergency red lights.
Murphy began running through the corridors as fast as his throbbing ankle would allow.
INSUFFICIENT POWER. TESLA GATES DISABLED. BIOMASS ASCENDING TO LEVEL 1.
Where are they?”
Murphy screeched to a halt as a horde of his former colleagues came around the
corner ahead of him. He shouldered his rifle and began firing into the group.
Murphy shouted back at the twins. The trolley immediately did a 180 turn and
began heading down another corridor. The sound of thunderous crashes echoed all around them.
Those things were getting closer. As the twins went round another corner a piecing
screech came from them both. Murphy went round after them and came face to face with SCP-049.
“There you are. Stop resisting. I am here to cure you.”
Murphy instantly ducked under the reaching arm and thrust the butt of his rifle into SCP-049’s side,
sending him falling to the floor in a cry of pain. Murphy raised the muzzle and fired two
shots into the back of 049’s head sending pieces of mask, skull and splashes of blood
across the wall behind him. The robed man fell to the floor coughing up pieces of his own jaw.
PROXIMITY ALERT! Murphy had no time to react as a
colossal fist came through the wall. Murphy felt something hit his chest, the sound of smashing
glass filled his ears and the sight of the quickly approaching entrance hall floor filled his vision
as he plummeted towards it. -
Murphy opened his eyes and felt a jolt of pain coming from his chest with each breath.
He had definitely cracked a couple of ribs in the fall. Across from him Yasmin was screaming
mournful tones as they circled the remains of Oscar who had been crushed by debris.
He regained his footing and approached Yasmin who was still screaming.
They began quickly looking from Murphy to Oscar as if indicating for Murphy to do something.
“I’m so sorry little one”. Yasmin looked straight at him
and began making more aggressive tones. Even with the trolley gone,
Murphy could tell Yasmin was in terrible pain, “I can’t fix him. I’m sorry.”
The wall in front of them suddenly crumbled as the creatures came trampling in.
Followed by a horde of people he once knew. Yasmin cowered behind Murphy as
they both backed up against the entrance gate behind them. The creatures cornered
them both in a semi-circle and then just stopped. They just stared at them both.
A sudden raspier, echoing breath took precedence as SCP-049 limped into view and approached Murphy.
He was a mess. Blood and gore adorned the front of his robes. Absent an eye and most of his face,
Murphy’s earlier shots had inflicted considerable damage.
Yasmin rushed forward and stood between Murphy and SCP-049, defiantly shouting at him.
SCP-049 kicked Yasmin across the room
where one of the large creatures rose his foot and crushed Yasmin under it.
Murphy screamed and ran at SCP-049 in anger and went to strike him. SCP-049 however simply moved
aside and kicked Murphy in his already hurting ankle and sent him sprawling to the ground. He
then stood over him, dripping blood still. There was only one hope left.
Murphy reached into his bio-suit trouser leg pocket and pulled out an emergency flare.
“YOUR BULLETS DID NOT STOP ME. YOU THINK THAT WILL?”
“No. But I know something that will!” Murphy
said before aiming the flare and firing it up towards the ceiling.
The fire suppression system immediately activated. An alarm began blaring, water poured down from
the ceiling and the entrance gate began to open. Sunlight poured into the room.
SCP-049 roared as his creations began melting before his eyes turning into flesh.
Months of work and refinement gone in seconds. He turned back to Murphy who was already limping
away towards another corridor. He made to follow him but a fleshy appendage grabbed him by the leg.
The gate continued to descend, bathing more of the room in sunlight. He backed
away and pressed himself against the wall. Murphy turned to see SCP-049 give him a
look of fear and anger as he closed the door leaving the doctor to the mercy of the flesh.
And that concludes this When Day Breaks video, When Day Breaks will return in
October when we will venture to UnDublin. Please leave and like and subscribe if you
enjoyed this video. Big thanks to all those who helped and a massive thank you to all
the amazing patreons and members who keep the channel going, please consider joining them.
And thank you to Ric Trekson. GeneralsAlert. Wingsofameme.
Jt Walker. Horizons. Nicholas. Number Of The Yeast. Fallenangel. Pepperfish. Wedgethe1st.
Lezbefrenz. Raz Man. Tufty. Splendy The Tire God. Mstalenacaro. The Lav.
Big thanks to the council members Ark Toast. Klabarra.
Capt Core. Hunterkiller. Tree. Arctos. Catclone. Kilo. Bobcx. Savageon. Lil Sub. Nik S. Monarch.
And huge thanks to the administrators Viger. Carmana. Wunderschnell. Romulus. GFHD.
Thank you all for watching. I will see you all soon and take care.