CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "I'm a Marine Biologist Studying Blue Whales. They Are Not The Largest Animal" Creepypasta

Episode Date: January 8, 2021

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Through the course of a millennium, mankind has made an effort to explore every frontier this world has to offer. Every undiscovered region has been prioritized by humans to conquer. No leaf ignored, no stone unturned. The predetermined notion is that mankind is at the top of the food chain, apex predators with no natural superior, nothing to stop us other than our own willpower. I mean, we'd made it this far, right? Wrong. A few years back, I embarked on a research expedition

studying the migration habits of blue whales in the Pacific Ocean and, while on that trip, I realised that we are in fact not the Earth's apex predators. In fact, we are most likely relatively low on the food chain. Please forgive me, I'm rambling. Let me introduce myself. My name is Zach Kiegel. I'm a marine biologist that specializes in the feeding, migration and mating habits

whales, particularly the blue whale. The largest animal on earth. Oh, so I thought. Through all of my years in practice, there was nothing more exhilarating than putting on a diving suit and swimming within an arm's reach of a creature, so astronomically massive, just to be able to poke a tracker in it. It was almost humbling, looking into an eye the size of your head, and gazing into its soul as it swims past you, leaving awake that propels you backwards. It gave me an adrenaline rush like never before.

I'd embarked on so many expeditions in the past, my most recent accomplishment being able to determine and predict with 90% accuracy down to the grid point the location of certain pods during certain times of the year due to the movement and certain swarms of krill. The expedition that led me to writing this story was the test drive for this accomplishment. We were going to see if what I'd

predicted was actually accurate. We had a small team of researchers. Dr. Sarah Ringer, a fellow marine biologist, Dr. Jacob Akabov, a Russian oceanographer, Dr. Chris Hatfield, an American oceanographer, and myself. Accompanying us on this expedition was a small crew and a captain whose sole job was to maintain the ship and get us from point A to point B. We got a five-day trip ahead of us. Are you ready, Slugger? said Sarah.

Lugger was the nickname I'd picked up a few years back in a colleague softball game when I proceeded to hit the ball straight out of the park and land us a grand slam, securing my team's win. I think I've had enough time to get my sea legs under me. It's not me you should be asking. I replied, giving a slight gesture to one of the crew members who was looking exceptionally sick. After the team and crew were done preparing for the journey, we all met in the bridge to discuss the location to where we were headed,

and what we all needed to do. Since the mission was the test my hypothesis, I was deemed the leader and subsequently gave the briefing. All right, everyone, listen up. Before we get into it, I would like to thank Captain Ryder and his crew for allowing me and my team to use his vessel. I'm sure if we all do what we're supposed to do and conduct our jobs correctly, we will be able to get along just fine. That got a good condescending laugh going around the crew. Captain Ryder took a long drag of a cigarette and proceeded to scoff. I gave a quick glance to Chris who mouthed to me.

Get going, jackass. Rubbing the back of my neck, making it very obvious of my nervousness. I continued. We will be heading to quip point 34 degrees 509 north, 141 degrees 1339 west. If my estimations are correct, that should be exactly where a part of blue whales migrated to. My team will be based in the lower bunks and will be conducting our operations on the upper deck. Why do we have to give up a part of our upper deck for a bunch of white-collar scientists? One of the crew members blurted out.

After a few nods of agreement between the crew, Sarah chimed in. Listen, we all know this arrangement isn't ideal, but if, with your cooperation, we can get this done as smoothly as possible. Five days there, two days spent studying and five days back. Twelve days. I think we can all make it through that. You all, of course, will be paid by our company for allowing us to conduct our research on your ship. The mention of monetary compensation seemed to calm them all down for the moment, and, after discussing a few housekeeping details, we were ready to set sail.

Two days into our voyage, I decided to walk up on the deck late at night for an evening stroll. The air was bitter, the night sky and moon illuminating the ocean below it. I noticed that Sarah was sitting on a chair looking out into the water. I saw an empty chair not far from her, so I pulled it up beside her and sat down. down. Hey, didn't realize I was the only one that liked to come out here late at night. She gave a light chuckle. I liked her chuckles. They relaxed me. She offered me a cigarette. Oh, no, I'm okay. I quit, trying to do the whole knickret thing, you know. She put the thing back in her pocket, continuing to take long drags off of hers. Do you remember, shortly after we got

divorced, when you told me my senile grandma, God rest of all, showed up with presents, congratulating us for getting a dog or something like that, she said. Yeah, I do. Her dimension really got the best of her sometimes. I miss that woman. I probably should have mentioned this before. Me and Sarah used to be married. We met in graduate school,

and at our graduation to receive our masters, I proposed on stage. We got divorced not too long after the death of our unborn child. His name was going to be Elliot. Fortunately, after some time apart, we'd managed to maintain a healthy friendship, as well as professional relationship. What do you think he would have been like? I asked. Dumb as a box of rocks if he inherited your jeans, Sarah said in between laughs.

Oh, really? What do you think he would have been like if he were here today? I asked, this time, making eye contact with her. Sarah looked out into the water. I don't know. I'd like to think he would have been happy, enjoyed his life. life. I also like to think he's looking down on us, not blaming us. I ponder this for a moment. Was he looking down on us? I'd always believed in a god, but was I son actually looking down on us at this moment? We sat in silence for a little while before I decided to go back to bed. Let me know if you need anything. I'm going to turn in for the night. See you tomorrow,

I said in the most kind voice possible. Okay, good night. She replied, without even glancing at me. Her eyes fixed on the water. Three days later, we started to approach our grid point. The entire team was up on the deck as the ship steamed forward, looking out onto the horizon. Do you see anything? I asked Jacob, as he peered through the binoculars. No, not yet, he said through his thick Russian accent. Wait, blowholes. I see blowholes. Let me see, Chris yelled as he grabbed the binoculars from Jacob. Yep, that's them. I had done it.

My theory was correct. The entire team cheered and high-fived me, congratulating me for my achievement. As we relished in our excitement, Captain Ryder brought the boat to a halt, and we all began preparing. As exciting as this was, it was now time to get to work.

We ran down to our bunks, grabbed our equipment, and started to set up shop on the deck. Me, Sarah and Chris grabbed our dive suits, our spears to place trackers on the whales, waterproof cameras, as well as oxygen kits. Jacob grabbed his radar system and began setting it up on the deck. We were all ecstatic to get in the water with these majestic creatures. We could see the pink swarm of krill and the massive whales swimming through them.

Right off the bat, I counted six, but I assumed they were a few more deeper in the water. Me, Sarah and Chris kitted up, lowered our boat into the water and gently started the head in the direction of the whales, which were about 100 yards out with one of the crew members on board with us to help us get back in. Jacob elected to stay behind in order to confirm if we had successfully placed our trackers on the whale.

From there we could study their movements, how long they stayed in one area before migrating, and, with my now proven correct hypothesis, predict where they would head next. We brought the boat to a stop at around 70 feet from the whales as not to spute them. I was first in.

Right, as I submerged in the water, I noticed two adults we hadn't seen previously at around 100 feet below the surface. I heard a splash next to me and saw that Sarah and Chris had dived in. What do you all counts? Sarah said over the yearpiece we all had in. Eight, I replied. Look below, two adults, probably letting the females eat first. I guess Chevroarie isn't dead after all, Chris said jokingly. We admire the creatures for quite some time. get some photos before we try and plant the trackers, Sarah suggested.

I pulled out the underwater camera and began snapping photos of the whales. We measured two of the females at around 70 feet to get an average size for the pod, and the next step was the trackers. But right before we began preparing, the whales began to act hard. They were acting distressed, as if something was deeply, deeply wrong. This wasn't normal behaviour for a distressed whale though. They made the normal sounds a distressed wilders, but they were swimming upwards as if they were trying to escape the water. They would swim and shoot their heads out of the water, only to fall right back in.

Their distress calls got louder and louder, almost as if they were frustrated and afraid that they couldn't get out of the water. I heard Chris over the airpiece. What the hell is happening? What are they doing? Before I had a chance to respond, I heard Jacob come on the line as well. Zach, what's going on out there? What are the whales doing? Everyone, be quiet. Let me think for a minute.

I blurted out over the comms line. The whales began to thrash and jump even higher out of the water. They were getting close, and the situation was becoming dangerous. All right, everyone, let's go back in the boat. This is getting unsafe. We began swimming towards the boat. But, right as we began heading back, a massive tentacle shot up from the deep. Now, when I say massive, I don't mean pretty big.

Each suction cup on it was the size of a small house at least. It was Gar-Canchuan. It wrapped itself around one of the whales and pulled it down with such force we descended at least 50 feet. The whales were going crazy at this point. Distress calls rang out through the ocean. Krill began swarming everywhere. I could barely see Sarah or Chris.

What was that? Chris screamed out. I don't know, I heard Sarah yell. What's going with? No, not there, Jacob screamed into the mic. The entire scene had turned into utter chaos. We began swimming up to try and reach the boat, but right at the moment, another tentacle shot up from the deep and wrapped itself around another whale.

The whale screamed out in agony before it was regally pulled down into its watery grave. The force of the pole yanked us down even deeper. He was getting unsafe to be at this depth. We needed to get out of here immediately. We needed to get us far away from whatever else. Eldridge horror lurked beneath us. We began swimming up again. Chris, about 50 feet to my left.

Sarah. I couldn't find Sarah. I looked panically around me, but there was no sight of her. Where's Sarah? I yelled over the mic. Chris began to look around too. Did she already make it up? he asked. At that moment, we heard crackling over the airpiece. I'm over here.

Do you right, Zach? I looked over and saw her about 70 to 80 feet away from me. Sarah, you need to swim in our direction and up now, I demanded. I noticed there was a whale above her. Sarah, get away from that way. It was all I could get out, before one of those godforsaken tentacles shot up from the depths and pulled the whale under, catching Sarah in its wake. I began to scream over the microphone.

Jacob was screaming like crazy, demanding I'd tell him what was happening. I didn't care. my ex-wife, the would-be mother of my child, my close friend, was dead. I couldn't compose myself any longer. I began hyperventilating, burning through my oxygen, when I felt something to slam into me. It was Chris. Get yourself together, man. Sarah is gone. We have to save ourselves. It was then we heard the loudest sound either of us had ever heard in our lives.

It sounded like a thousand train engines going off at once. 100 nuclear explosions all happening at the same time. The ocean shook violently. Zach, if you don't tell me what the hell is going on right now, I'm diving in there myself. I heard Jacob scream with all of his might over the mic. Still, ignoring him, me and Chris looked down. Around 20 tentacles, each at least 2,000 feet in length. With suction cups, the size of landing pads began rising up from the depths.

As they grew closer, we noticed hundreds upon hundreds of smaller tentacles, writhing and wriggling near them more of whatever this beast was. While we weren't paying attention, the massive tentacles had proceeded to rise out to the water. Once again, I heard Jacob's voice. However, it wasn't talking to me this time. In the background, I heard mass confusion between the crew members. My God, what is that? he spoke. Jacob's voice over the mic must have snapped me and Chris out of our trance

because we immediately began swimming upwards. As if despair was destined that day, however, I heard Chris scream out in agony. I snapped my head around and saw Chris have been pierced with a stinger-like limb that had shot out from one of those massive suction cups. I watched as that massive tentacle lowered itself down into the ocean, taking Chris with it. It was only a matter of time before I was next. I couldn't stop. I had to swim.

Keep swimming. Don't stop. I then heard a loud cracker noise. I looked in the direction of the sound and saw another tentacle had wrapped itself around the ship and was beginning to pull it under. I saw crew members dive into the water in a feeble attempt to escape the beast's grasp, but similar to the spear that had gotten Jacob,

tiny biological harpoons was shooting out of the suction cups and picking off each sailor one by one. It was as if the tentacles had minds of the roan. As tragic as this was, It was distracted. This was my chance. I shot myself upward with great force.

I saw the ship being pulled slowly down, along with the punctured crew members. I could only assume Jacob was among them. Right as I near the boat, it came crashing under, nearly hitting me. One of those damned stiggins I shot right through it and pulled the crew member that was on the boat under. How did it know he was on it? And how had it not gotten me yet? Chunks of wood floated to the surface. I heard another one of those loud guitar of roars and looked down.

The creature had now had its gaping more open, and I could see its eyes. Three, Garchanchuan's set of eyes peered up to the service. Each could have been an ocean themselves. The teeth, hundreds, each of the size of buildings, razor sharp and designed to kill. The inside of its mouth gave off an orange glow, resembling a portal to hell itself. The light had produced, perfectly illuminated the creature. With all of the chaos, I hadn't even stopped to think what this thing might have been. Due to the tentacles, I just assumed it was the previously undiscovered species of Godzilla squid.

But this was no squid. I can't even describe the face. An almost reptilian, Eldridge horror that completely embodied everything awful I could imagine. Its three massive eyes gave us such hate and anger. This thing shouldn't have existed. A spawn of the devil himself. I watched as it pulled my ship and all of the crew with it into its mouth

and swallowed them effortlessly. I stared at it, hoping it would pierce me like it did Sarah and Chris and the crew. I was begging it to, but it never did. He just sat there, gazing up to the surface with that unfiltered roar anger

burning in its eye. He gave off one more ear-piercing roar before it descended into the deep. I sat there, floating, watching it get a lot of, deeper and deeper until the very tip of the long tentacle eventually disappeared into the deep. I was at a loss for words. As if an autopilot, I propelled myself up to a floating piece of driftwood left behind from the

destroyed boat. Thankfully, it was big enough for me to climb onto. I lay there for hours, completely hopeless, stranded. I remember thinking to myself, I'll probably die out here, but I was fine with that a this point. I had fully accepted it. That was the last thing I remember. Before passing out, I awoke to the sound of helicopter blades getting closer. Through my blurred vision, I saw a Navy vessel in the distance and a helicopter approaching. I had apparently been adrift for two days, completely unconscious and barely hanging onto life. Navy doctors were amazed at how I was alive

with how dehydrated I was. After a few days recovering, I was interviewed by representatives of the company I worked for, as well as the company that built the ship were on. I had to explain why three of my colleagues were dead and why a ship disappeared, along with the crew, me being the only survivor.

It was faulty equipment and poor maintenance. One of the motors overheated and exploded, causing a reaction with a fuel. I was on the deck for a late-night stroll when I saw the stem of the ship go up in flames. I tried to warn people, but the fire quickly spread, and I had no choice but to hop in a lifeboat. The fire reached the boat and burned away most of it quicker than I could lower it.

And by the time I reached the water, I was left with only a piece of driftwood. What's what I told them. It was either give them a BS story that they could put in their headlines, or tell them the truth and be deemed delirious and traumatized and admitted to a psych ward. I used to not believe in monsters. biblical stories from the ancients of Leviathans and horrors beyond our understanding.

I thought it was all make-believe. As I sit here typing this now, three years later, I still refused a step foot in the ocean. I retired as soon as I returned to shore, using the money I'd saved up to live within my means for as long as I can. Every now and then, I think about my colleagues, especially Sarah. I like to think she's looking down on me with our would-be child, just like we talked about on the deck that one night.

If you're reading this, the ocean is an untamed, lawless, alien world that lives subsequent to ours. The bloop, the strange recordings from the deep, cataclysmic movements attributed to glacier or tectonic plates. Before you immediately ride those off, just remember, I have seen what lies beneath.