The SCP Experience - Killer Insides | SCP-1429

Episode Date: October 27, 2023

Want to listen ad-free? Try it FREE for 7 days here: patreon.com/TheSCPExperience SCP Foundation EUCLID class object, SCP-1429: Killer Insides This story was derived from https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-1429 and is released under Creative Commons Sharealike 3.0. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/ Author: Matt Doggett Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/MatthewDoggettAuthor/ Website/Newsletter sign up: matthewdoggettauthor.com New Book Releases: https://www.amazon.com/Matthew-G-Doggett/e/B08FD5378Z DISCLAIMER: This episode contains explicit content. Parental guidance is advised for children under the age of 18. Listen at your own discretion. #thescpexperience #scp #scpfoundation #scpencounters #securecontainprotect #scpstories #scpexplained #whatisscp Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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DePos Minimimum of 10 dollars. Veigh and I'm paid to fashion responsible. The conditions I've always had a fascination with death. I guess it's not uncommon, especially for people who work in hospitals. After all, death is something that none of us can avoid, no matter how much we may want to. Death comes for us all.

I just didn't think it would come for me while I was in the prime of my life. I didn't think it would come for me on a Tuesday night while I was at work. And I certainly didn't think it would come for me in the... form it did. I watched Nurse Shelley walk away down the hallway from my security desk, thinking about what she would look like with her scrubs off. She definitely works out, no doubt about it. Or maybe it's all the walking she has to do. You're going to get written up for sexual harassment one of these days, the other security guard, Aguilar, says. I pry my eyes away from Shelly's rear end and look up at Aguilar. I'm just looking, I say.

You're staring. There's a difference. Shrugging, I sneak one more glimpse before checking the clock. It's about time to lock up the morgue, which is something Aguilar gladly lets me do. He thinks it's creepy down there. Me? I don't mind it. I'll be back in 15, I say, standing up from the desk. I'll be here, Aguilar says. I take the stairs down to the morgue, not only because I need the steps,

but because it's what we're supposed to do, to make sure the stairwell is clear and that no one is there who shouldn't be. Stepping into the morgue, I find that there's no one in the reception office, which is common at this time of night. I move through the door and into the back area, looking around for the morgue attendant I know is on shift.

She's the one who shuts everything down at night after the medical examiner has left for the day. I find her in the body holding area, standing with their hands on her hips and looking at two body bags that clearly contain fresh bodies. Hey, Shaw, I say. What are you doing? Shaw, a woman in her late 20s with curly dark hair turns to look at me. Her brows are furrowed, mouth slightly open. You okay? I ask.

I might be going nuts. Why? What happened? These two were just brought in, she says. gesturing at the only two bodies not yet in the cold room. Husband and wife, they both died around the same time, according to the paramedics who took the call. How did they die? We don't know, Shaw says.

No signs of violence that we could see. We'll be doing the autopsies tomorrow. You suspect foul play? When two people in the same house die suddenly, and there's no apparent cause, we do autopsies. It's not a common occurrence. It's okay, I say, still not seeing why she's so freaked out. So why do you think you're going nuts?

Because I swear I just saw one of them move inside the body bag. I stifle a laugh. Seriously? Just as Shaw is about to answer, something presses against the inside of one of the body bags, making it move up slowly before it goes back down again. Did you see that? Shaw asks. Yeah, I say.

I saw it. Is it some battery-operated toy or something? You're messing with me, right? Shaw shakes her head, dark curls swaying. I swear this isn't a prank. Okay, so it's a muscle twitch or something, right? Doesn't that happen? Sure, it happens, but not like that. Not a deliberate movement like that. Suddenly, something bulges up within the other body bag. The movement is similar to the first, but a little quicker and more violent. Shaw swallows.

Her throat clicks. I have to see what it is, she says, moving over to retrieve latex gloves from a box. I keep my eyes on the body bags. They both move again. This time, I swear I can hear something tearing, something wet and tough, like skin. Are you sure that's a good idea?

There must be some explanation, Shaw says, sounding like she's trying to convince herself, of her own words. Maybe gas filled up in the abdomen or something. She adorns a surgical mask and a clear plastic face mask, then moves over to the body bag on the right. I stay where I am, not daring to get any closer. Shaw reaches for the zipper slowly. Her hand shakes. She unzips the body bag, and as she reaches down to part the two flaps, there's a blur of movement. A dark creature, the size of a cat, shoots out of the bag and scrambles up Shaw's chest with spider-like legs.

Shaw stumbles back and slams into the other gurney as the creature attacks her with what looks like a sharp beak. The other body bag is now moving violently as whatever is inside struggles to get out. The creature on Shaw's chest stabs its beak into her throat repeatedly, and I see with shocked confusion that its body is shaped like a stomach. The legs sprouting out of it look like tentacles. and the beak seems to be sticking out of the esophagus. Shaw gets her hands around the thing and throws it off. It hits the floor with a splat and then skitters off into the darkness toward the back of the morgue.

Coming back to myself, I rush forward to help Shaw, who's bleeding profusely from her throat. But before I've taken two steps, the other body bag tears open. A snake shoots out of the bag, wrapping around Shaw's throat. Only, it's not a snake. It's lumpy and pale pink. It's a large intestine, and it has a long, triple-segmented beak at one end. The creature jams its beak into Shaw's stomach, tearing through her shirt and skin. Its head, if it can be called ahead, disappears several inches into the morgue attendant's body. A moment later, it comes out, Shaw's large intestine in its beak.

It rips the organ out and proceeds to gulp it down as Shaw passes out and falls to the floor. The thing unwinds itself from around Shaw's neck and finishes the organ out. eating the large intestine after giving it a good tug to rip it completely from her body. I back up, reaching for my taser, wishing I'd carry a gun. There's a skittering noise, and the other creature, the stomach, flashes across the back of the room, moving like a cockroach. The intestine turns its beak toward me, seeming to notice me, even though I can't see any eyes on it. The thing is about five feet long, and it moves just like a snake. There's more skittering, and the other creature shoots toward me.

I scream and spin around, running out through the propped open double doors. I kick the door stop up on the left door and swing it shut. Glancing up, I see the creatures speeding toward me as I move to the other door. Kicking the other stop up, I slam the door just a moment before both creatures crash into it. I put my shoulder against the middle of the two doors as I reach for my keys to lock it. One of the handles suddenly moves. I grab it, keeping the door from opening. Then the other one moves.

I drop my keys and grab the other handle. Those things are strong, and it's all I can do to keep the handles from moving. Sweat springs up on my forehead and in my armpits. Without a free hand, I can't reach down to get my keys. I also can't grab my radio to call Aguilar for help. So I do the next best thing. I scream. After about two minutes of screaming, my hands are weakening in my voice as hoarse.

I give it one final shout, thinking no one will hear me. A moment passes. Despair settling in on my hunched shoulders. Then there's the sound of footfalls rushing down the nearby stairwell. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. Nurse Shelley bursts through the stairwell door and looks at me. Oliver? She asks.

What's wrong? Help me, I say. Grab my keys and lock these doors. She moves closer, studying me for a moment. What's going on? Please, just do it! She moves up and reaches down between my legs to grab the keys. Then she stands back up and looks through the small square window in the right-hand door.

There's no way she'll see the creatures from her angle. There's no one in there, she says, turning to me. Is this some kind of joke? Suddenly, the door handles stop moving. I look down at them, eyes wide, but I don't take my hands off them. Just lock the fucking doors! I shout. Wow!

She says, shocked. There's no need for... The window next to her head shatters as the large intestine bursts through, stabbing its sharp beak into the side of Nurse Shelley's head. She stumbles aside, dropping my keys, reaching up to grab the slimy creature. The thing pulls its beak out of her, and blood spews out of her head wound. She stumbles to the ground. I look up to see the other creature squeezing through the broken window.

I throw myself away from the doors and grab my taser, pulling it out as the spidery stomach creature lunges at me. Ducking out of the way, I lose my feet and fall in the hallway. The creature skitters across the wall and launches itself at me again. I get the taser up and pull the trigger, but nothing happens. I haven't disengaged the safety switch. I put my left hand up, and the creature hits it, stabbing its beak through my hand.

I scream and instinctively grab the thing, keeping it from pulling its beak out of my palm. I slam it into the wall as I'm disenged. engaging the safety switch on the taser in my right hand. The thing gets its tentacle-like appendages around my wrist, trying to pry its head out of my hand. But I hold tight despite the pain, slamming it into the wall again and again. Blue flies from the thing, spliling the wall, the floor, and my face. Pretty soon, it goes limp. I toss it away from me and scramble to my feet, pointing the taser toward Nurse Shelley, looking for the other creature. It's not there. Only Nurse Shelley's body is there.

lying face down in an expanding pool of blood. I notice a trail of blood leading down the hall and behind me. I spin around just as the creature jumps at me. This time, the taser fires, the barbs striking the creature in mid-air. I step aside and the snake-like thing hits the floor with a splat, writhing as electricity courses through it. When the taser is spent and the creature is no longer moving, I step up and stomp on it with my boot.

The smell that comes out of it as it spills open is horrendous, but I keep stomping it until I'm sure it's dead. The stairwell door opens and Ewalar steps into the hallway. He looks around for a moment, then he looks at me. What the fuck, man? While we wait for the authorities to arrive, one of the doctors in the new locked-down hospital cleans and dresses the wound in my hand. While she's working, I notice some blue goop on my arm, along with some blood, and what can only be stomach-bril. bile. But as I watch, the goop seems to evaporate. Either that, or it's disappearing into my skin. I say nothing to the doctor about the strange goop, but when she's done, I go straight to the

bathroom. Using plenty of soap, I wash my face and any other exposed skin quickly, afraid to think what I might have caught from those freakish things. By the time I'm done, the police have arrived. But once they see the dead creatures, they know it's clearly above their pay grade. So they take a statement and escort me to the morgue office, where I'm to wait for whatever three-letter government organization is coming to take over. They post a uniform outside the office door to make sure I don't go anywhere. I'm not planning on it. I take a seat, lean back, and close my eyes, trying to calm my mind. My eyes shoot open as a terrible pain erupts in my abdomen. Panicking, I pull my shirt up and look at my stomach. The skin ball, ball,

as something moves inside me. SCP 1429 is a luminescent amoeboid organism of fluorescent blue coloration and unknown origin. After the incubation period, SCP 1429 causes acute and variable mutations in human tissue. The organism does not share physical characteristics with any known terrestrial microorganisms and does not appear to have a detectable DNA structure. Upon infection, an instance will enter a human human human body. will enter a human body painlessly through the skin and settle within a large internal organ,

rooting itself and becoming effectively undetectable by conventional means. The time between infection and activation varies greatly, with test subjects displaying incubation times in minutes in some cases, and months in others. After incubation, the instance of SCP 1429 becomes active and causes a series of radical mutations to the infected organ through an unknown form. unknown process. Organs undergo genetic and morphological changes and become ambulatory, growing limbs and simple bodily systems of their own, effectively becoming independent organisms.

These organisms, in every case to date, have caused massive trauma and eventual death in their hosts as they tear their way out of the host's body.