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but at least if I get my part all recorded today we'll have it on the back burner until I get a girl voice so let's get our minute of Zen our 10 seconds of silence for the sound recording shrink that and our moment of Zen brilliant we are ready for action so now we have our empty track for noise reduction purposes now it is time for pico says that aquarium is soothing I don't I don't know what he's talking about is there an aquarium where where am I what is happening I don't know oh but it's going to take me oh gosh y'all can hear that sound oh my uh yes by aquarium that is an automatic water bowl for the cats so if you hear water streaming that is what that is oh man I did not realize that that sound was so loud well drat oh that's just just the ear that is just the discord ruining everything you know those those guys those guys been crazy all right well the good news is that I've been doing noise reduction on every video thus far and if we haven't heard the water in the background of the videos that means that we're getting it out of the microphone so it's not going to be a bother okay had me worried for a second there who oh okay I see what it is it's a little louder today because the bowl is a little emptier all right I did not fully uh prepare for this live stream it turns out I'm gonna put some water in that so it quiets down brb talk amongst yourselves don't get off with Clint man I'm old nobody gets that reference wait maybe that's a little quieter since the water has less distance to fall all right that wouldn't make things nicer let me get rid of these notifications that are popping up on my phone stop it stop it god why do I have so many notifications this is terrible god stop it go away just gonna keep zooming in on you guys ah ah all right phone's done being a jerk all right so hello yosi azimov pinko corrupted muse azimov again yosi again it's pams pinko and yonina got everybody here game on the whole crew now it's time to get our until death on so from the top she didn't hear it not at first at this time of night the labs were deserted the whole of site 120 was practically empty corridors dim and silent offices shut experimental apparatus crouched in shadowy shadowy shadowy shadowy chambers chambers of shedders crouched in shedders jack has arrived hello jack how was the store and got that moving on experimental apparatus crouched in shadowy chambers there were no anomalies contained on site so the only people left in the compound were a couple of security staff and a 63 year old researcher hunched over a bench full of notes and textbooks a single desk lamp bright against the labs enveloping darkness she had always been wrapped up in her work her colleagues said dread there's not so much of breaking there let me see if i can just cut that break out and if it looks for sounds better she'd always been wrapped up in her work her colleagues said no that doesn't sound natural let's fix it fixing it yeah that's a good one all right continuing right enveloping darkness she had always been wrapped up in her work her colleagues said there was no one to go home to she had been with the foundation for many years many late nights like this engrossed in the calculations and correlation spread in front of her and so she didn't hear the noise not when it started a soft crackling hiss from the far corner of the lab a sound like wet leaves in a fire like whispers from a dried up throat just at the edge of hearing it wasn't until she breathed in the smell faint but thick with rot that she started from her work turned and noticed the sound the researcher pulled herself down from her lab stool that familiar stiffness in her hips an unwelcome reminder of the hours and years she had been in the lab accidentally she pushed her glasses back up and peered across the darkened room the noise was still there a few seconds of listening failed to resolve it into anything readily explainable she had taken four steps across the lab when the lamp behind her blinked out swallowed in darkness she froze the noise had gone her breathing had grown rapid her breathing had gone rapid and shallow her breathing had gone rapid and shallow guys rapid shallow breathing no her breathing the noise had gone swallowed in darkness the noise had gone the noise had gone her breathing had grown rapid and shallow and she forced two deeper breaths before talking out let's just do that again. Her breathing had grown rapid and shallow, and she forced two deeper breaths before taking out her phone and switching on the torch. After a moment's hesitation, she turned back to the whip. Wow, I can't read this morning, guys. I can't read. I can't do it. After a moment's hesitation. Reading? Who reads? Readings for suckers. Nobody does that thing, that nerd stuff. After a moment's hesitation. After a moment's hesitation, she turned back to the workbench to see what had happened to the light. As the torch beam swung, the first thing she registered was that... No! Why can't I talk? As the torch beam swung. We all ask them off, aren't we all? What had happened to the light? As the torch beam swung, the first thing she registered was that something was different. Drat. As the torch beam swung. Oh, weird noise. Try again. As the torch beam swung, the first thing she registered was that there was something different on her pile of work. Something foreign. Dark. Wet. Bloody. Her brain caught up. It was a human kidney, complete with ureter and a tangle of blood vessels. It glistened in the torch light, a crimson stain seeping into the paper beneath it. Her throat grew tight. Oh, he's like a cat and he brought her lunch. Oh, he's the best little, best little 106 boy. Man, that's the best date ever. I brought your lunch at work, obviously. What a nice guy. He's the best, best boyfriend ever. Best 106 husband ever. Her throat grew tight. Yeah, every time I see someone say torches, I'm always confused because, like, that means flashlight in England. So I know whoever wrote this has to be from like Canada or England or Europe where they say torches and a flashlight. Never know. Her throat grew tight. The noise started again. It was thicker somehow. Moist. God, I love, I love when people hate the word moist because I don't care about the word moist, but everyone hates the word moist because they think it sounds gross when you say moist. But this is just an excuse to say the word moist as badly as you can. It's just a one word sentence. Moist. How'd I do there? Moist. Yep, that's exactly what I want. I just want that word to be gross there by itself. Moist. Nobody likes to be moist. A bunch of overactive pours. Moist. See, check it out. Blank black. You learned something new today only on Skip Dictation Live. Such an educational stream. So many learned things. Oh God. She looked over her shoulder indecisive. Her brain was blank reacting without thinking. A thousand other choices pushed out by the sheer impossibility of that noise. This mangled organ in front of her. Stay here or go there. Almost before she realized, she was walking cautiously across the shadowed room towards the source of the sound. The torch lit up the back wall of the lab, a corner behind the mass spectrometer. A black smear had spread across it, the paint and plaster bubbling and flaking in a slow royal. The whispering sizzle was louder and the air was heavy with an oily stink of decay. Close to, she could see the surface of the wall had softened, sagging in wet bulges. She hesitated. The hand shot up the... I want to go a little fast. And I stumbled my words because I tried to go too fast on it. Checking it out. Checking it out. Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do. Do-do-do-do-do-do-do. Do-do-do-do-do-do-do. I got slightly distracted because somebody tagged me over in the discord. Or not really tagged me, they just did at here and I saw the little blinky thing and I got distracted because I'm easily distracted. Like that. Ah, banana made it. Hello, banana. She hesitated. And that was all it took. She hesitated. The hand shot out of the wall faster than thought. Its fingers were broad and gray, sticky with black mucus, grabbing her forearm. Instantly her lab coat started to melt and as she yanked her arm away, the sleeve tore off, disintegrating. The finger snatched at her again and she dropped her phone. As she stumbled backwards, the torch, the torch, the torch, the torch. As she stumbled backward, the torch. And she dropped her phone. The torch, the torch. Hand shot of the wall faster than thought, disintegrating, dropped the phone on the floor. As she stumbled backwards, alright, that's from that. And she dropped her phone. And she dropped her phone. As she stumbled backwards, the torch, the torch. That's our, that's our best friend from the other channel, the torch. As she stumbled backwards, the torch, son of a bitch, the torch, the torch, totally, totally what? Gosh darn it. As she stumbled backwards, the torch shown up from the floor, lighting the figure that pushed its way through the modelled fleshy wall. It looked like an old man, decrepit and rotten. It was naked, its skin slick and shiny as pitch. Its flesh was withered and decomposing, with missing toes and misshapen feet. A distended gut protruded obscenely from beneath a narrow chest, arms spread wide in a mockery of greeting. Above a ruined throat, she saw a two-wide mouth locked in a rictus grin, and eyes, oh, God, those eyes. The thing emerging from the wall before her looked like a man, but its eyes were gray and flat as a shark's. The researcher took some, oh man, dang it. Well, you know, he was a awkward moment, Banana. He was naked, she had her clothes disintegrating. This could have very easily been a different story, and flat as a shark's. The researcher took another two steps back, reaching behind her for something, anything solid to hold. Her breath caught in her throat. The old man stood still, dripping black foulness onto the floor as the tiles began liquefying beneath him. Her phone sank beneath the surface. The torch flickered out. In darkness, she ran. She was panting by the time she reached. I don't like how I said that one. Gonna cut the fact there. The researcher took another two steps back, and then we are at she ran. She ran. She was panting by the time she reached the lab doors, ruin her age, the extra weight she carried, every exercise session postponed. As she turned to close the doors behind her, she could see that hideous figure pacing deliberately across the room. Something about its lack of hurry unnerved her deeply. She forced herself to keep running down the corridor, calling for the night guard, hoping he was close. Frank, Frank! After the second turn she saw him, halfway from the guard station, gun in his hand. What's wrong? Alright, Frank, what does Frank sound like? Cause he can't sound like my narrator voice. That doesn't work. What's wrong? No, that's not the voice. Frank, it's a guy named Frank. What's wrong? Nope. Every voice I try and do comes southern for some reason. Well, I mean, voice, voice, voice, voice. Frank. Frank, thank god it slowed down, take a second to, hey, stop now. I will shoot you. What the fuck was that? I think it's some kind of acid. Not until you know what to report. Please, there's nothing like this in the database. There's nothing we need in MTF. Hey, don't tell me, don't tell me my job. Alright, what does that mean? That is the question. What is that? Hey, don't tell me, don't tell me my job. What is that, uh, what is that dialect? Yes, Yossi, your stuff is going to be at the end of this. Yes, indeed. The 106 Special. Hey, don't tell me my job. No, Frank. No. It's just her sleeve that's disintegrating. Y'all can, y'all can chill. Y'all can chill with that stuff. It's just her shirt sleeve. Everything else is there. Y'all relax yourselves. Hey, don't tell me my job. Sounding peeking. He sounds peeking right now. That's what he sounds like. This is a really relaxed kind of irritation. I know dimensional anomalies and this was from one. I saw it step out of a wall. That hurts. His eye's melting. Okay, so what does Frank sound like? Frank, well, he certainly likes, uh, 106 certainly likes femurs. That's for sure. Does like him some femurs. Alright, so where am I at now? Gun is in his hand. What's wrong? Frank jogged up to her and she doubled over spots in her vision. Frank, thank God it's her chest was heaving and she could hardly speak. Drat. Well, of course, he wants her brain. He only has half. Her chest was heaving and she could hardly speak. How could she describe what she had just seen? Slow down. Hey, take a second to Frank trailed off and she looked up to see his gaze fixed on the end of the dim corridor. She knew what he had seen. The old man walked towards them trailing a biscuit ooze. When Frank trained the torch on him, his eyes shone avid and empty 20 feet from them. Hey, stop now. Frank shouted. Frank shouted. He sounded guys. He sounded hard. Frank shouted. Frank shouted guys. He sounded really, really hard and really loud. He was very aggressive with his shouting. Banana, it wouldn't be weird if a naked man just ran at you. But what if a naked man just strolled at you casually? What if he just sauntered over to you, smiling at you? All right, don't make it weird, man. Don't make it weird. Where am I? Where am I? Frank Frank, she was getting spots revision. Slow down to say that she knew what he had seen. The old man walked towards them biscuit ooze. Hey, stop now. Frank shouted. I will shoot you. The grinning cadaver kept coming. 15 feet, 12. Frank fired three shots, two hits to the chest. The old man stopped, gradually crumpling forward. The researcher let out a breath. The glistening corpse sank into the floor, swallowed by the slime it had generated. She felt sick with shock. What the fuck was that? Frank started towards the blackened floor, but she held his sleeve. Wait, I think it's some kind of acid. Her voice was hushed. Her throat, nope. Her voice was hushed. Her throat felt raw. We need to call someone. Frank pulled out his radio, but paused, his thumb over the button. Not until I know what to report, suddenly she didn't want him to move away, not even a few feet. Please, she said, stepping into Frank's path. There's nothing like this on the database. There's nothing. We need an MTF. Hey, don't tell me my job, said Frank, sounding peaked. First I need to... No, she was gripping his sleeves. Frank, I know dimensional anomalies, and this was from one. I saw it step out of a wall. Frank tried to shrug her off, but pushed too hard. She fell awkwardly, a wrench of pain from her ankle. Tears sprang to her eyes, and Frank was instantly regretful. Oh god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. He cut off as a glob of black mucus landed on his radio, setting it fizzing. Frank dropped it like he had been stung, and glanced upwards. The next drop landed in his right eye. The researcher scrambled backwards as Frank roared and clutched his face. I have to have a background yell for this one. So we're gonna do a yell and then make it really quiet. All right, so you've been warned. Here comes a yell of a man with mucus in his eye. Look up, and got. Yelling is so bad in the microphone because you gotta like quietly yell so that you don't like just static everything to death. Let's see. Before I do this, Frank roared and clutched his face, corrosion sizzle, grinning face in the dark patch on the ceiling, dropped onto Frank's back. One hand slid into the muscles of his shoulder like it was Doho, and Frank's roar became a scream. So the roar became a scream, so the difference between a roar and a scream is important here. Because roared is a creative way to say scream, but is it different when someone roars versus when they scream? That is the question. Eyeball melting, shoulder blade being melted. Banana makes a good point. Roaring is not scared, it's painful, scream is scared, and it also in pain in this case. So let's get some screams. Let's get a couple ow ow screams, and a couple oh fuck I'm gonna die screams. All right, you've been warned, screams are coming. It's in my head and I can't get it out. I just want to be, and so I'm trying to get that out of my head, but I can't because it's hilarious. Get it out, get it out, get the right man. Getting hit with an axe, getting hit in the eye, shoulder melted out. All right, so eyeball first, way down, just let's just get that so quiet. Amplify, down, down, down. Nice. Has that little grunting sound to it, which makes it a little more pain and a little less oh god oh god screamy screamy. So roar and grunt, that's what, or roar and scream is what we call this. So now we move on to scream, and scream is, saw the other hand sink into, oh my, and saw the other hand sink into Frank's throat and tear and the scream is cut off. So here we go. Oh, YouTube tells me when I have new subscribers now, and it just popped up a little notification that says the Frog Lord subscribed to your channel. So in case Frog Lord joins here, hi Frog Lord, welcome to the channel subscription. Cool yo. So screaming because it's in my shoulder blade followed by choking sounds because I no longer have a throat. Game on, amp that down as well. Nice. All right, and that is a delightful, delightful rendition of oh god oh god there goes my eyeball, why my eyeball, and all of a sudden also my shoulder blade is being ripped out and oh my god my throat I needed that. I'm so sad now. It's the number one new hit song. Let's cut that. She will leave that. Let's see what we got. So yeah this is where we put that. All right so now has the researcher clutched his face and we'll mute that for now so we can keep recording. Now the researcher is going to prank Rod and clutched his face. Rod and clutched his face. And then we have another subscriber. Welcome try mute to the channel. Oh thanks YouTube. This is very convenient for me. I can say hi to people when they join the channel. Okay so clutched his face. She could hear the hiss as the corrosion ate at his eye socket from the inside. Then she saw that grinning face emerge from the dark patch on the ceiling and the old man dropped onto Frank's back. One hand slid into the muscles of his shoulder like it was dough and Frank's roar became a scream. As he crashed into the wall of the corridor she saw the other hand sink into Frank's throat and tear and the scream was abruptly cut off. Drat. I like that so I'll put that up there but I gotta say that last line. Like half of this reading is just going to be like sizzling sounds in the back of everything melting. I think I'm just gonna get the sound effect from like the commercials for chilies where it's like fajitas. That delicious fajita sound except it's acid melting everybody's faces. But also delicious fajitas so you know there will be delicious fajitas in this video. She saw the other hand tear and the scream was abruptly cut off. Frank started to collapse into the wall as it darkened around him. The last thing she saw was those eyes locked on hers as they sank into blackness. Drat into the blackness. Can't skip a word. Can't skip a wrong. Wrong word. Acid melting everybody's faces and sleeves. That is true banana. Can't can't keep those sleeves on. Suns out guns out right. Those eyes was those eyes locked on hers as they sank back into the blackness. Empty eyes but somehow full of promise. What what? That was me being actually confused by what I just read there. I wasn't eyes full of promise. That sounds way too happy for the situation but it's it's a promise of murder so it's not a happy promise but somehow full of promise.