♪ (rock music) ♪
♪ (old-school video game music) ♪
(silence)
- (teen) Previously on Outlast: Whistleblower...
- Holy [bleep].
(squealing)
(shrieks and babbles)
- Not nice, not nice, not nice. (in game: screaming)
(in game: screaming) - No!
- How did he survive?
- (teen) This time on Outlast: Whistleblower...
- [Bleep].
- Is he gonna be horribly injured now?
At least he still has his fingers. Miles wasn't so lucky.
- Good thing I didn't lose my camera. (camera whines up)
- (boy) I don't need any sisters.
Maybe some... some girls that ain't blood.
- (older man) You ain't old enough to be worrying about it.
- Uh-oh. I just intruded on a private conversation.
- (teenager) We have w-worser problems.
- (older man) Grow some hair on your pecker, Timmy.
Then we can talk about girls.
- A girl? A grill!
There's never been a grill in this game before, I don't think.
Ohh, maybe they were like... people were complaining,
"Oh yeah, so sexist. How dare you!"
And so they put one girl in this game.
- There's a girl character?!
All I've seen is males.
- (elderly man) There's reason here.
- (Timmy) To bear our guilt, our gender.
A small piece of flesh between us and the blade.
- (older man) You want to give him to Gluskin.
- Where are they coming from?
- Let's try here.
- (Timmy) A gift for the groom.
(in game: nervous panting) - What?
There's some creepy role-playing going on.
(booming noise) - (gasps) Uh...
- He said some-- (booming noise)
Uh-oh... 'kay. (creaking noises)
- They said, "Gift for the groom."
(camera whines up)
I am not a groom.
I don't think I'm getting married.
(creaking noises, unsteady panting)
- Oh, there's someone.
- Holy [bleep], okay.
He's just a dead body.
- He's dead. [inaudible].
- What is going on?
- (Variant) Quiet! - Holy [bleep].
- (Variant) If they catch us, they'll give us to him.
The man downstairs. - I'm not making any noise.
Shut up.
- The very bad man downstairs?
I don't know who's talking.
(in game: yelp) - Aah!
- (Timmy) Kill the rats!
- I can't-- oh jeez. - (Timmy) Kill the rats!
- (teenager) He's here! Inside the wall! - Okay, this way.
- (teenager) Kill him! - Are they talking about me?
I think they are. Dude, I'm not a rat.
- I don't know what's happening, I don't know what's happening,
I don't know what's happening.
- Nothing bad will be there.
Okay.
(camera whines up)
- I'm running out of batteries. This is scary.
- Someone give me a battery.
- (teenager) There's a l-leak. Pissing down on us.
- Who are these people talking?
- Who is speaking because I want out.
I want out right now.
- (teenager) Down on us, up from the sewer. - [Bleep] this game, dude.
- (teenager) That puts us... (exhales sharply)
- (older man) You want to shut him up?
- (elderly man) The lot of you may as well be a pile of whelped possum.
Tiny, pink, and deaf and blind. - A possum?
- (elderly man) Go find yourself a possum [bleep].
- A possum [bleep]? Ew!
- I'm just gonna check this door.
(door handle rattles)
- Another pro tip: never use doors.
Mainstream.
- We just need out.
(camera whines up)
Still can't see anything.
Please, nothing appear here.
Ooh! Is that a battery?
- Yes!
(camera charges up) Hallelujah!
(camera whines up) - See this, right here?
You could walk around.
Pfffth. Mainstream.
- Okay.
(in game: grunting) - Oh my gosh.
♪ (horror music) ♪
- (Timmy) There he is! - What?
- Is that a woman character?
- (older man) Oh, he'll do.
♪ (frantic music) ♪ - (Timmy) For once we agree.
- I don't even know where I'm going.
- What? (camera whines up)
I don't agree to any of this.
- (Timmy) For once we agree.
- Oh, goddamn it. - (Timmy) [Bleep]! Where did he go?
(in game: grunting)
- Oh no. Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump.
♪ (frantic music) ♪ (camera whines up)
- I don't know where I'm supposed to go.
- (older man) We know this ground and we don't mind hunting.
- Up! (stammers)
Aah, not even close. Not even close.
Ah-ha-ha.
(in game: grunting) - Yes, this feels right.
This-This looks right, okay.
- There's stairs, there's stairs.
(elderly man) Here comes your bride, Gluskin.
- (elderly man) [Bleep] idiot.
He delivered his own self to Gluskin's hell.
- I'm in a bad place.
- Gluskin?
- Who's Gluskin? Do I know?
Do we know who Gluskin is?
- Ugh, I just wanna get out.
There's sewing machines in here. Why?
(song playing on radio)
- There's a radio.
- Are you kidding me? This music is terrifying.
- Dance party.
Yo, every once in a while, in life,
you've just gotta, you gotta just stop
and have a little dance party.
♪ (horror music) ♪
- Oh, Jesus Christ.
(in game: unsteady panting)
- Oh, Jesus Christ.
- The [bleep]?
- Seriously?
- That's really gross.
- Jesus Christ. What is that? What is going on?
(disgusted groan)
- What did they do to her body?
Is that even a woman at all?
- One guy's head on another guy's penis,
and another guy holding his hand.
I just don't get that. That's so gross.
(song plays on radio)
- Okay, hopefully this way.
(distant footsteps)
- I heard footsteps. I heard footsteps.
(floorboards creak) - Am I going the right way?
- Ugh, footsteps everywhere!
(distant footsteps)
(door handle rattles)
- (Gluskin) Darling. - (sharp gasp) Oh!
(door handle rattles)
- (Gluskin) Darling. - Holy... [bleep]!
[Bleep], [bleep].
(door handle rattles)
- (Gluskin) Darling. - Oh Jesus!
- (Gluskin) Darling. - Oh!
♪ (horror music) ♪
- Okay.
So he wasn't gonna even open the door for me?
What a guy. What a guy. What manners.
- That's weird.
Anyways, this guy's coming after me now, so I should--
- (Gluskin) Did I frighten you? I'm awfully sorry, I didn't mean to.
- Where do I go? Where do I go?
- Where can I go?
- (Gluskin) Who is that?
- He's in here now though.
- (Gluskin) I know I've seen your face.
- Oh my gosh, I think I'm shaking.
- Ooh, my groom found me. How romantic.
- I'm just gonna juke this guy out
'cause there is no time for ninja-ing this one.
- (Gluskin) Did I frighten you?
- Where do I go?
OHHH!
Christ!
♪ (frantic music) ♪
Go, go, go, go, go, go.
Ah, nope, I'm done.
(in game: whimpering)
- Jeez.
- Oh snap.
(in game: grunting) - Get out of my face.
His eyes are-- oh, what?
What? No! Don't.
Oh man.
- (sharp gasp) No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Really? You already got me?
(in game: grunting)
- That was my groom. Um, we're in a bit of a fight
so he's chasing me and trying to stab me.
It's such a healthy relationship, right?
- I didn't appreciate that stabbing.
So I gotta do it again.
- I'm gonna go low.
- (Gluskin) Did I frighten you? I'm awfully sorry, I didn't mean to.
- Please don't find me, please don't find me.
- (Gluskin) You don't have to be lonely any more.
- No, yeah, I do though.
- (Gluskin) You could make me whole.
I could fill that emptiness-- - Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh.
♪ (frantic music) ♪
(squealing)
- There you are.
♪ (frantic music) ♪
- Where would there be a way out?
Um, um...
- I'm going through here.
"Welcome home."
Why are they welcoming-- I'm not even from here.
♪ (frantic music) ♪
- Oh my god, that scared me!
- Oh, I'm going to call this guy "The Wedding Planner".
- (Gluskin) ♪ When I was a boy, my mother often said to me ♪
- Oh, there is my way out.
(in game: unsteady panting)
(camera beeps)
- Come on, come on, come on!
- Please. Go, go, go, go, go, go.
- (grumbles in frustration) This guy!
He's too calm and it makes it scary.
Go, go, go, go, go, go. Come on.
(camera whines up)
- Battery, battery.
(whispering) Oh my god.
Let me get to it, let me get to it, let me get to it.
(camera whines up)
- I just needed to get out of here.
(in game: grunting)
- Where would there be a way out? There!
- Follow the blood. Always follow the blood.
- Oh my god, oh my god.
There he is, there he is, there he is.
- (Gluskin) Darling! - No, no.
(whimpering)
- Aah, no! I don't want your kids.
- Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.
- Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!
- (Gluskin) I want you to have my baby.
- Oh jeez!
(in game: grunting)
- Do I go down or up?
Looks like I'm gonna be going down.
(in game: yelping) - Oh no.
Oh no, oh no!
- Up or down?
Oh no! I guess we have no choice in the matter.
Okay. We're falling. (in game: screaming)
(in game: loud thud)
- Come on, still be alive. Don't die, you little baby.
- Who was in charge of building that ladder?
Literally, not one of the pegs did anything!
- (Gluskin) Oh god, are you okay?
- (disgusted groan) - (in game: screaming in agony)
- (Gluskin) Tell me you're okay!
I hate to think of you suffering without me.
- Ew, he's the worst groom ever.
- (Gluskin) Why would you do something like that to yourself?
- You did this to me!
- (Gluskin) You'd rather... rather die than be with me?
- At this point, probably. Yeah.
- (Gluskin) You'd rather die than be with me?
- Ew!
- (Gluskin) Then die!
(in game: groaning in pain)
- I feel bad now.
- Man, I swear to god, if I have to run around with a limp now
that makes me slower, I'm gonna be really sad.
- Oh [bleep]. It went up.
- Jump, fool. Jump.
- "A woman's work is never done." Rude.
- (Gluskin) Then we continue. - Aw, man!
I can't even walk right any more.
- Dude. Aw, now I've gotta run around with a limp?
That sucks ass [bleep].
- Oh no, I'm limping. That's a really bad sign.
- My leg is messed up, man. (camera whines up)
- Following the trail.
- (Gluskin) Even those idiots and lunatics see it.
- Oh my god, where do I go? The blood's gone.
- (Gluskin) When anyone with eyes-- - Oh my god, oh my god.
Are you serious right now?
- (Gluskin) That's why they don't trust you.
- Why can't I go through here?
- Can I hide in this? No.
This!
- Locker.
(locker creaks)
- Okay, he won't find us. It's fine.
- (Gluskin) I can... (sharp exhale)
- This is stressing me out, bro.
- (Gluskin) The smell of my love's arbor.
Darling! - Oh my god!
- (Gluskin) You can't hide from me. - Yes, I can! Don't come in.
- Shoot.
- (Gluskin) You make yourself a gift for me.
A delicacy-- - Is he taking me?!
Lockers are supposed to be safe!
- Oh, your eyes, dude. You need some sleep.
- (Gluskin) And savored. - Ew.
- I feel like he's gonna eat me.
- (Gluskin) Here we go.
- (sulking) No, I don't wanna.
- He just wants a friend.
- I'm really mad because lockers are supposed to be safe
and now I can't trust anyone.
- (Gluskin) I've been a little... vulgar.
- Where the heck is he taking me?
- (Gluskin) And I want to say I'm sorry.
- Where are you taking me? Where are you taking me?
- (Gluskin) You know how a man gets when he wants to know a woman.
- As far as I know, my character's definitely not a woman.
- (Gluskin) But after the ceremony, when I've made an honest woman
of you-- - (sighs) I'm a boy!
- (Gluskin) I'll be a different man.
(sharp exhale)
♪ (eerie music) ♪
- (Gluskin) I want a family, a legacy.
To be the father I never had.
- Okay, well, you're failing miserably so far.
- (Gluskin) I'll never let anything happen to our children.
Not like...
- Not like what? You didn't finish your sentence.
- You made it so vague. Just tell me what's going on.
- (groans) I've got this feeling in the pit of my stomach.
- (Gluskin) You'll have to wait here.
I know you must be just as eager-- - See, he just...
he's just a lonely man.
- (Gluskin) But try to enjoy the anticipation.
- But he's also crazy.
- That's a hanging body.
- Ooh! - (Gluskin) Here, darling.
(in game: gagging) - Oh no!
- (Gluskin) This will help you relax. - Ugh!
- Ah, shoot!
(in game: gagging) - (sighs) I hate this game.
(tittering)
- 12 hours later?
Awesome.
(gurgling) - This is so weird.
- Oh, we get to watch what he does to his victims.
- I really, really hate this game.
- (slicing noises) - Oh god.
(rattling noises)
- (Gluskin) Darling, I need... - Is he cheating on me now?
- (Gluskin) ..you to try to bleed less. - (victim shrieks) No! No! No!
- (Gluskin) I know, the fairer sex-- - (victim wails) No, no, no!
- How dare he.
- (Gluskin) ...Endure the same wounds with more suffering.
(victim shrieks)
- (Gluskin) But you really need to make an effort.
(victim shrieks in agony)
- (groans in disgust) What?!
(victim shrieks in agony)
- Oh, god! (blood splatters)
- Aaah!
(knife slices) (victim shrieks in agony)
(in game: gagging)
- They're making him a girl.
- (Gluskin) No, I'm so sorry, darling.
- He's making him... a woman.
- He just killed that guy, whoever that was.
- Oh, I can just imagine.
Oh. (blubbers)
Oh... the worst place you could get stabbed.
Like, mmm.
- This is intense, like, I kind of worry about
the people that make these games.
- (Gluskin) Hold still now, darling.
All these unsightly hairs.
- I don't feel desensitized anymore because I'm horrified now.
- (Gluskin) Silky smooth. Like a little girl again.
(knife scrapes) - (Gluskin) Now the more delicate bits.
- Mmm... (protests)
(victim shrieks in agony)
- He has some real mommy issues. - (victim) Please! Aargh!
- What is he doing? Oh my god!
(victim shrieks in agony)
(shrilly) Oh my god!
- (Gluskin) You've given up.
You're ugly-- - That's so gross.
- (Gluskin) You're not even worth stringing up.
- Oh my god! (saw buzzes)
- (Gluskin) Bleed here and die. - Ugh... this guy's so twisted!
(victim shrieks)
(saw buzzes loudly)
- Aw, that's horrible.
(groaning in disgust) You need therapy!
- I feel like he needs to get laid or something
'cause he has issues.
- Oh, me next? Yay for me.
- (exhales sharply) Jesus Christ.
- All right, I'm next. What's gonna happen?
- Oh man. Oh Jesus.
- (Gluskin) You have amazing bone structure. - That's my penis.
- That's my penis!
- Ew!
- (gasps) I don't like this perspective.
- (Gluskin) You're going to be beautiful.
- Please, no! Don't cut it off.
I'll do anything.
- (Gluskin) A woman has to suffer some things.
- I'm not a woman! Look at that.
That's a full grown male organ.
- (Gluskin) For my sake, for the sake of our children.
- Please don't cut off my penis!
- (Gluskin) It won't take long. - My god.
- (Gluskin) A few snips of the flesh.
Here and here. - (protesting) Mm-mm.
- (Gluskin) Cut away-- - No.
- (Gluskin) Vulgar-- - No.
- (Gluskin) A soft place to welcome my seed.
To grow our family. - Creepy.
- Oh my god, no! Nooooo!
- (Gluskin) The incision will hurt. - Nooooo!
- Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no! - (Gluskin) And birthing is never easy.
(saw buzzes) - Aaah!
- Please don't chop off my penis. (saw buzzes)
- (Gluskin) I'll make the cut fast.
Just close your eyes...
- Oh my god! Oh my god!
- I refuse! I refuse!
(squealing)
(shrieking)
- Oh my god!
- No, you-- what?!
- (triumphantly) Yeah! Get him!
- The main character can't go through something like that.
- Thank God! Thank God!
- He's the real MVP!
- I knew I couldn't lose my penis.
(men scuffle)
- He might've cut the balls a little bit, but it's all good.
(punches land)
- (Gluskin) You get back here!
- Okay, so now I'm just gonna be running around naked.
- Somebody saved me, so now I'm supposed to run.
- Dude, don't even worry about the clothes.
Just go. Just go.
- God, the last thing I would think of is to put pants on.
I'd just run. Just go.
- Oh, well, we're still limping. Fantastic.
- Aw, I still got the limp.
Are you really-- aw, Jesus.
- Go! Go.
- (Gluskin) You crazy bitch. - Are you kidding me?
- (Gluskin) I'm trying to be patient, darling. - No, no.
Ooh, he's right there! Okay. Go somewhere else.
- (Gluskin) Darling! Whore!
- You're a whore!
- Which way are you going?
You're gonna go around that way, so I'm gonna go back this way.
♪ (frantic music) ♪
- Find a way out, find a way out.
He came from this way, so maybe there's a way out.
- This guy just doesn't like running or something
'cause I'm hobbling and he's just walking still.
♪ (frantic music) ♪
- The Admin Block.
- (Gluskin) Why would you do this to me? - That's where I need to go.
- (Gluskin) All of you whores. Your judgment.
- How am I supposed to get away?
- We could make it together.
- (Gluskin) You could have been beautiful.
- I can't go through there.
♪ (frantic music) ♪
(in game: grunt)
- It's cool.
I'm not trying to be beautiful.
- Shoot, it's so foggy! I can't even see anything.
(in game: grunting)
- Oh, I can still do that but I can't fricking sprint. Okay.
- Where am I going? Where am I going? Where am I going?
- Oh, window! This is good! - (Gluskin) No, don't! Don't!
- Yes! (in game: screaming)
- (Gluskin) Don't! Don't!
(in game: screaming)
- Aaah... (in game: moaning in pain)
- Parkour! Dude, it's all right.
My foot was already useless anyways.
- (Gluskin, angrily) You all want to leave me? Fine!
You and the rest of these ungrateful sluts!
- Get rekt! Try and cut off my penis.
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- Bye. Family jewels are still safe.
♪ (old-school video game music) ♪