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"KRAMPUSNACHT" - Redwood Bureau Phenomenon #0025
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Christmas is a time of cheer, but for centuries, something ancient and relentless has stalked its edges, feeding on the shadows of the season. In a frozen nightmare where holiday traditions are twisted into horrors, not even the Bureau was prepared for what awaited them.
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Agent Conroy
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Agent Conroy
Beware the Redwood Bureau, a secret.
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Jacobs
Organization which captures and researches creatures, objects that defy explanation. Their reckless procedures have led to countless innocent lives lost.
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Agent Conroy
I am Agent Conroy. I worked for the Redwood Bureau, but.
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Jacobs
I have escaped them to leak their reports to the unsuspecting public. You have the right to know. Winter solstice celebrations predate written history, marking the darkest days of the year with fires, feasts, and desperate attempts to summon light back into the world. Across cultures, these ancient traditions varied, but a common theme endured the thinness of the veil between worlds and the primal fear of what might slip through when the sun's strength was at its weakest. Centuries later, the dark narratives interwoven with these celebrations began to coalesce into specific figures and legends. Krampusnacht, or the Knight of Krampus, emerged from alpine folklore as one of the most enduring and terrifying. A horned creature with cloven hooves, Krampus was said to accompany St Nicholas on his rounds, dealing out punishment to the wicked. But the deeper one digs, the less punishment sounds like the right word. The old stories don't describe Krampus as a moral arbiter so much as a predator. Children weren't scolded and sent to bed without Supper. They were taken. In the modern era, this grim Companion of St. Nick was sanitized, relegated to campfire tales and chintzy postcards. An ironic mascot for the season. After all, nothing sells holiday sweaters like the image of a leering monster with a chain wrapped staff. But the truth buried between layers of cultural reinterpretation is far more unsettling. Krampus wasn't invented to scare children into behaving. The stories were desperate attempts to explain something very real, something no one dared speak of without offering their version of tribute. The creature's documented appearances coincide with harsh winters, catastrophic storms, and unexplained disappearances in remote regions. Every December, for nearly all of written history, whispers would circulate of bells ringing in the woods, chains clanking in the night, and a shadow far too large to be human darting just beyond the edge of sight. Villages vanished, their inhabitants never seen again. Oftentimes, all that remained were strange tracks in the snow and signs of a struggle. It's no coincidence that the Bureau's earliest records of anomalous activity include cryptic references to a Yuletide predator. This entity's ability to breach dimensional boundaries makes it one of the most elusive phenomena the Bureau has ever encountered. And if the data holds true, it's not just a creature of chaos, it's a creature of order, establishing its dominion over a pocket reality shaped by twisted echoes of human tradition. Even the most cherished aspects of modern Christmas might owe their origin to the surviving victims of its terror. Strings of lights meant to illuminate the dark. Gifts left out in hopes of distracting its hunger. Songs sung to ward off the impending horde of horrors. The sanitized myths we cherish today. A jolly mythical figure and his sack of toys are little more than wishful thinking layered over centuries of dread. Whatever Krampus is, it's ancient. And if the stories are to be believed, it doesn't just punish the wicked. It takes what it wants, leaving only emptiness in its wake. At least that's the part of the story we've been allowed to know.
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Doctor
Do you have any idea how much this failure has cost us?
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Agent Conroy
The data. We retrieved the data.
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Doctor
Your data is meaningless if we don't execute the mission. We've lost an entire team. A compound worth more than everyone in his wing. And now we have to wait a year, another damn year, just to get another chance. Do you even comprehend the magnitude of this setback?
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Agent Conroy
With respect, Director, the entity is far more powerful than we could have anticipated. But the team sacrifice wasn't in vain. We now have crucial insights into sacrifice.
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Doctor
You talk about their deaths like it's some noble gesture. Let me remind you, Doctor, this isn't a charity. This isn't about heroism. The Redwood Bureau is about results, and you haven't delivered.
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Agent Conroy
I'll deliver, Director. I'll find solutions. You'd better.
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Doctor
Because you might just find yourself on the next team entering that rift. Prepare everything your team brought back. I want it cataloged, analyzed and presented in full. And Ashford.
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Agent Conroy
Yes, Director?
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Doctor
You'll walk me through all of it, personally. Every failure, every oversight, every time you've wasted Bureau resources, we'll make sure you've learned exactly what this setback cost us.
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Agent Conroy
Understood, Director.
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Doctor
You're dismissed.
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Agent Conroy
The low hum of the aircraft reverberated through the cabin, vibrating through the metal floor, up into my boots. I leaned back against the cold, hard seat, the edges of the harness biting into my shoulders. Across from me, the rest of my team sat in silence, heads down, running through pre mission rituals or catching a few minutes of sleep. Guns cleaned and loaded. Gear double checked. It wasn't nerves. None of us were green enough for that. It was focus, plain and simple. Once we hit the ground, there wouldn't be time for second guessing. Our team leader, Logan, stood at the front of the cabin, his stance wide to counter the aircraft's slight turbulence. The man was a rock, unflinching, uncompromising, Bureau to the bone. When he spoke, his voice cut through the noise like a blade.
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Logan
All right, listen up.
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Agent Conroy
His eyes swept over the team, sharp and assessing.
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Logan
I know you know this isn't a standard op. We've got confirmation on a significant dimensional installation. Stability in the area. That means we're dealing with a pocket. Given the time and location, this can only be one thing. Protocol Theta 7 is in effect.
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Agent Conroy
The air in the cabin shifted, a collective tightening of shoulders and sharpening of focus. Theta 7 wasn't just any code. It was typically a death sentence. High risk, high reward. The Bureau expected casualties.
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Logan
Reports started two weeks ago. Locals heard bells and chains in the woods. Classic folklore shed. Bureau personnel intercepted some letters before the disappearances started.
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Agent Conroy
He tossed the file onto the bench beside him, the paper scattering slightly.
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Logan
Doesn't matter what they thought. It took them all. What matters is this. The anomaly's dimensional signature matches historical patterns we've been tracking for over a century. And those patterns point to one thing.
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Agent Conroy
I didn't need to hear him say it. We all knew the stories the folklore turned into Bureau data points. Krampus the predator didn't care if you were naughty or nice. It didn't just punish it. Consumed. And if you were unlucky enough to cross its path, there was no escaping. This thing is ancient, logan said, his voice dropping slightly.
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Logan
It's been showing up sporadically for as long as we've had records. Villages wiped off the map, always tied to severe weather anomalies, and always leaving behind nothing but stories.
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Agent Conroy
He gestured to a small screen mounted on the wall. It displayed a grainy satellite image of a small village surrounded by mountains and snow.
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Logan
The anomaly's dimensional instability registered on our instruments three days ago. We'll deploy stabilizers to isolate the rift's location. This is our first chance to get in and see what's on the other side.
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Agent Conroy
I stared at the screen, the blurry image of snow covered trees flickering in the dim light. I'd been on countless missions, seen my fair share of anomalies, but this felt different. The kind of mission that could turn an agent into a living legend. The Bureau had been chasing this thing for years, like a hunter chasing a ghost, and now, finally, we had the technology to chase it down. It was hard not to feel the weight of that, harder still not to feel the edge of something darker. Excitement. Fear. Maybe both. I tried to shove it down, focusing instead on the methodical routine of gear, prep, load, check, secure, repeat. The rhythm calmed me, drowned out the questions clawing at the back of my mind. Across from me, Jacobs, our tech specialist, was muttering to himself as he double checked the stabilizer components. The guy was brilliant but twitchy, his nervous energy crackling like static. Next to him, Simmons sat stone faced, cleaning his sidearm with the kind of precision that bordered on obsession. The rest of the team, Ortiz, Kane, and Logan, were similarly engrossed in their own tasks. I wondered briefly what they thought about all this. Did they buy into the Bureau's promises? Containment, order, a better world? Or were they just here for the paycheck, like me? Not that it mattered. Once the mission started, personal beliefs didn't mean shit. Orders were orders, and the Bureau was pretty clear on its policy regarding insubordination. The aircraft banked ship sharply and Logan's voice cut through the hum. Five minutes. Final gear checks. I tightened the harness on my chest rig, feeling the reassuring weight of my rifle. The cabin lights dimmed, replaced by the dull red glow of the emergency bulbs. Outside, snow lashed against the windows, the wind howling like a living thing. The pilot's voice crackled over the intercom. Touchdown in three. We landed in a clearing just outside the village. The wind was relentless, tearing through the trees and kicking up clouds of snow that stung like needles. I could barely see the tree line through the swirling white. The stabilizer was unloaded next, its bulk almost absurd against the backdrop of endless snow. We moved in formation, boots crunching through the frost crusted ground. The wind had died down somewhat since we landed, but the cold was starting to seep in. My thermal vision cast everything in a wash of red and blue, the dim glow of our infrared scanning Empty Village. It wasn't big to begin with, just a few dozen houses clustered along a main path. But something here was wrong. Windows stared back at us like empty sockets, dark and lifeless. Most of the houses were buried halfway in snowdrifts, their roofs sagging under the weight. There were no signs of life, no footprints, no animals. Nothing. Then a flicker, faint, near one of the houses. Contact, northeast corner, I said, my breath misting the air as I gestured towards the source. The team froze, weapons raised, eyes locked on the designated area. We moved as one, sweeping toward the house. The flicker grew brighter, then dimmed, then disappeared entirely. We breached the door in silence, the lock snapping with a faint metallic crack. Inside, the air was stale, thick with smell of rot and mildew. Furniture lay overturned, paper scattered across the floor. It looked like the kind of scene you'd expect to see after a home invasion. Panicked, violent, careless. Jacobs moved toward the staircase, his rifle trained upward. Faint heat signatures on the second floor, he said, his voice tight. Logan nodded, motioning for Simmons to take point. We climbed the stairs slowly, every step creaking beneath our weight. The hallway at the top was narrow. The doors lining it were shut. Simmons reached the first door, his hand hovering over the knob before he pushed it open and rifle at the ready. The room was empty. A bed, a dresser, a few scattered toys on the floor. The kind of room that should have represented normalcy. Clear, simmons said, moving to the next door. We repeated the process twice more, finding nothing but dust and cold air. The last door at the end of the hall stood slightly ajar, swinging inward with a faint creak as we approached. Inside, we found the source of heat. A doll, porcelain, with wide, glassy eyes and a painted smile. It sat upright in the middle of the floor, its dress torn and stained, one arm missing. Heat radiated faintly from its surface, visible through the thermal goggles, but as I approached, the glow dimmed, flickered, and vanished. Mark it, logan said, his tone unreadable. Jacobs nodded, pulling out a small scanner to catalog the anomaly. We found the scar near the center of town, where the snow seemed to swirl in a perfect circle, never settling the air shimmered faintly, like heat rising off asphalt in the summer. As we drew closer, the feeling hit pressure heavy and suffocating, pressing against my chest like a weight. We carried the stabilizer into position. The device hummed to life with a low, resonant thrum, its blinking lights casting long, eerie shadows across the snow. As the stabilizer powered up, the shimmer began to shift. It twisted and stretched, forming into something more defined, a jagged oval of light hovering a few feet off the ground. It pulsed faintly, the glow casting everything around it in a sickly yellow hue. Logan, jacob said, his voice tight. The readings are consistent. He didn't need to finish. We all knew what it was.
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Logan
Weapons ready.
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Agent Conroy
Logan ordered tether checks. I felt the cable tug slightly as I tested my harness. The line connecting me to the stabilizer. It was supposed to keep us anchored, a lifeline to reality when crossing through, it was supposed to keep us from vaporizing or something worse. I didn't trust it. The Bureau's experimental tech had a history of flatlining green agents. One by one, we stepped forward, the glow of the rift growing brighter as we approached. It felt alive, thrumming with a low vibration that made my teeth ache. The first step through was like walking into freezing water, thick, heavy, stealing the breath from my lungs. My vision blurred, then cleared, and the world on the other side came into focus. The first thing that hit me was the air. It was cold, colder than anything I felt before, but it carried a sickly sweetness, like rotting candy canes left to fester in the sun. Every breath burned my lungs, the chill cutting deeper than it had any right to. The second thing was the light. It was beyond wrong. The sky was a deep, oppressive red, casting everything in a blood tinted glow. It didn't flicker or shift like sunlight. It pulsed slow and steady like the beat of a dying heart. Snow fell in thick, heavy flakes, but instead of white, it was pale, ashy gray that clung to everything like soot. I scanned the area, cycling through my goggles, different spectrums for signs of life. We were standing in what looked like a village square, but everything was warped, as if the world had been built by someone who had only a vague idea of what a village was supposed to look like. The buildings leaned at unnatural angles, their walls twisted and gnarled like tree roots. Strings of Christmas lights were strung haphazardly across the rooftops, but they didn't shine with the cheerful glow you'd expect. Instead, they flickered erratically, casting jagged strobe like shadows that made it hard to tell what was real and what was a trick of delight on me, logan said, his voice cutting through the static in my earpiece.
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Logan
Keep it tight.
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Agent Conroy
We moved through the square slowly, weapons raised, scanning every corner. The sound of our boots crunching through the gray snow was the only noise. I passed what looked like a toy store, its windows cracked and frosted over. Inside, the shelves were lined with toys, ragged teddy bears, broken trains, porcelain dolls with cracked faces. They stared out at us, their eyes seemingly following our movements as we passed. A candy cane striped pole jutted out of the ground near the center of the square, bent and crooked like it had been twisted by some massive hand. Something was impaled on it, glistening faintly in the red light, its surface slick and organic. That's Jacob started, his voice trailing off. What the hell is that? Nothing I've ever seen, I muttered, my stomach churning as I looked closer. The surface pulsed faintly and I could see veins, actual pulsing veins, trailing down the pole and into the ground. It wasn't until we reached the edge of the square that we heard something, faint at first, like the distant ringing of bells, then louder, closer. It wasn't the kind of sound that made you think of sleigh rides or snow days. It was sharp grating, like metal scraping against metal, and underneath it, almost too faint to hear, was singing.
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Logan
Do you hear that?
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Agent Conroy
Simmons asked. I nodded, gripping my rifle tighter. The singing was faint, distant, but it was there, almost like an eerie, dissonant rendition of a Christmas Carol. It wasn't coming from any one direction. It was everywhere, echoing off the twisted buildings and the snow covered ground. We turned a corner and stopped dead in our tracks. The cobblestone street ahead was lined with figures, at least a dozen of them, their silhouettes barely visible in the red glow. They stood perfectly still, their heads tilted at unnatural angles. They definitely weren't people. They were dressed in tattered Christmas outfits, red and green tunics, striped stockings, jingling bells on their hats. Their bodies were thin, elongated, their limbs bent at impossible angles, their skin stretched tight over their bones. Their faces were frozen and grotesque, toothy grins, their eyes hollow and reflecting the ambient light with a sickly yellow glow. Elves, jacob whispered, his voice barely audible over our comm's interference. One of them moved, its head snapping towards us with a sickening crack. The grin didn't waver as its head tilted, locking onto us with a predatory focus. Then it lunged. I fired the moment it moved, the shot tearing through its chest with a wet crunch. But it kept coming, its movements jerky and unnatural, like a puppet on tangled strings. Before I could Fire. Again. It was on me, its spindly fingers clawing at my chest plate. I staggered back, slamming the butt of my rifle into its face. The impact shattered its jaw, but the grin remained now grotesquely crooked.
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Logan
Contact left.
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Agent Conroy
Logan shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. The rest of the figures were moving now, their movements an uncanny mix of speed and disjointedness. Simmons took down two with precise shots, the cracks of his rifle echoing through the narrow street. One of the elves leapt onto Ortiz, its bony fingers wrapping around his helmet as it shrieked. With an ear splitting wail. Ortiz dropped his weapon, grabbing the thing by its shoulders and slamming it into the ground with enough force to split its skull. A sticky, syrupy substance oozed out, thick and dark with the sharp scent of peppermint. More were coming. They poured out of the shadows, crawling along the walls and rooftops like spiders. One dropped onto Jacobs, knocking him to the ground. He screamed, his rifle skittering across the icy cobblestones as the creature clawed at his face.
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Logan
Hold.
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Agent Conroy
Logan barked, firing into the oncoming swarm. His voice was steady, commanding. I swung my rifle around, aiming it for the one on Jacobs. The shot hit its shoulder, spinning it off him in a spray of dark ichor. Jacobs scrambled back, grabbing his sidearm and unloading the magazine into the creature's center mass. It twitched violently, then went still, its hollow eyes dimming. By the time it was over, the street was littered with the broken, twitching bodies of the elves. They bled, but it wasn't blood. I don't know what it was. I leaned against the wall, catching my breath as the singing grew louder. It wasn't distant anymore. It was here.
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Logan
Move.
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Agent Conroy
Logan ordered, his sharp voice commanding.
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Logan
That wasn't all of them.
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Agent Conroy
I didn't need to be told twice. We pushed forward, deeper into the village, as the red glow of the sky pulsed brighter. Somewhere in the distance, I could hear the rattle of chains. The sound of bells echoed through the streets, sharp and grating, accompanied by the unnerving scrape of claws against stone. Shadows danced along the walls, skittering and shifting as the elves moved in the distance. They were crawling, scaling the walls and rooftops like a horde of spiders, their jerky movements impossibly fast.
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Logan
Keep moving.
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Agent Conroy
Logan yelled as he led us through the streets and alleys. We fired as we moved, bursts of light from our rifles illuminating the grotesque figures that pursued us. They kept coming, undeterred by the growing pile of bodies in their wake. Each shot hit with a sickening crunch, but everyone we dropped. Two more took its place. East side. They're trying to cut us off. Simmons shouted, spinning to fire at a trio of elves clambering over the rooftops. One dropped, tumbling to the ground in a heap, but the other two leapt forward, their grinning mouths full of sharp, jagged teeth. In there. Jacobs called out, pointing to a squat, crooked building ahead. Its wooden door hung a jar, the faint glow of firelight spilling into the street. We pushed forward, covering each other as we reached the door. Ortiz was the last through, slamming it shut behind him. The sound of pounding fists and scraping clause followed seconds later.
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Director Ashford
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Agent Conroy
This holiday season, destiny awaits you. You can grab your friend and experience Mufasa the Lion King in 3D. Everything the light touches belongs to me. You'll have to take it.
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Jacobs
Don't miss the perfect family Christmas movie.
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Director Ashford
Mellowing swimmingly, if I say so myself.
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Agent Conroy
Disney's Mufasa the Lion King oh yeah, that looks good.
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Logan
Now playing only theaters 8 PG parental.
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Agent Conroy
Guidance suggested tickets on sale now. Signal connection restored.
- [31:43]
Logan
Fortify secure entry points, logan ordered.
- [31:48]
Agent Conroy
Ortiz and Simmons shoved a heavy wooden table against the door, the legs screeching against the hard floor. The pounding continued, growing more frantic, but the thick wood door held. The room was dimly lit, the glow of a fire casting flickering shadows across the walls. At first glance, it looked almost normal. An open room room and a kitchen. But the longer I looked, the more wrong it seemed. The countertops were uneven, the wood warped and splintered. Pots and pans hung from the walls, rusted and blackened. The smell was acrid, a sickly combination of burnt sugar and rotting meat. A woman stood near the stove, her back to us. She moved methodically, stirring a pot with one hand. Her clothes were tattered, her hair matted and unkempt, but it was her movements that caught my attention, stiff, robotic, as if she were a marionette being forced to perform.
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Logan
Ma'am?
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Agent Conroy
Logan called out, his rifle trained on her.
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Logan
Can you hear me?
- [33:00]
Agent Conroy
She didn't respond, didn't even turn around. Something's not right, jacobs muttered, his voice low.
- [33:09]
Logan
You think?
- [33:10]
Agent Conroy
Simmons shot back, his tone sharp. Before anyone could say more, the air shifted. It wasn't a sound exactly, but a feeling, a low, resonant vibration that pulsed through my gut. It was like a bell ringing in the distance, but the sound was taken, tangible, twisting inside me. The woman stopped stirring. Slowly, she turned to face us. Her eyes were vacant Unfocused, as if she were looking through us. Without a word, she lifted a dull, rusty kitchen knife and pressed it to her chest. Hey. Hey. Ortiz shouted, stepping forward with his hand outstretched. What the hell are you doing? She didn't answer. The knife bit into her skin, slow and deliberate, carving a jagged line across her sternum. Blood oozed from the wound, thick and dark, but she didn't react, didn't even blink. Stop her. Simmons shouted, but no one moved. No one wanted to approach. With one final deep cut. She reached into the gaping wound and pulled something out, small and blackened, its surface pitted and scarred like something pulled from a fire. It was a bell. The woman held it in her trembling hands, her vacant gaze never wavering. Then she rang it. The sound was pierced, piercing, splitting the air like a blade. The room seemed to shudder and twist, and then chaos erupted. The angel doll atop the tree twisted, its head, the porcelain cracking as its vacant eyes locked onto us. It leapt from its perch, wings jagged, broken glass propelling it forward. A jack in the box on a nearby shelf burst open, its clown like figure lunging toward Ortiz with a scream that didn't sound mechanical, but human. Like a child. The stuffed dolls along the mantle writhed, their patchwork forms splitting open to reveal innards made of flesh and sinew. One of them skittered across the floor, its cord like limbs wrapping around Simmons leg.
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Logan
Contact. Fire at will.
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Agent Conroy
Logan shouted, firing into the angel doll as it swooped toward him. The shot hit centerman mass, shattering it into shards that rained down like bloody glass snowflakes. Ortiz struggled with the jack in the box, its claws digging into the skin above his vest. He screamed, slamming it into the wall before unloading several rounds into its torso. The thing collapsed, its shell splitting open to reveal a rotting insect like core. I fired at the dolls, their fleshy innards spilling onto the floor as they shrieked and writhed. One managed to leap onto Jacobs, clawing at his face before he ripped it free and stomped it into a gory mess. Amid the chaos, I heard a gurgling sound. I turned to see the woman had lunged at Ortiz, her dirty, dull knife plunging into his neck repeatedly. He gasped, blood spurting as she drove the blade deeper, her face still frozen in that same vacant expression.
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Logan
Ortiz.
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Agent Conroy
Simmons shouted as collapsed to the floor, his blood pooling beneath him while he choked and gurgled. Logan fired the shot, hitting the woman square in the chest. She staggered but didn't fall, not until the following two shots tore through her head. The room fell silent, save for the sound of Ortiz taking his last pain filled breath. Check the house, logan said, his voice tight.
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Logan
Make it quick.
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Agent Conroy
We moved through the small home, stepping over the shattered remnants of the dead creatures. In the corner of the living room, a man sat in a chair, his back to us, staring at the wall. His arm ended in a still bleeding, jagged stump just below the elbow, wrapped in a dirty cloth. He muttered under his breath the same phrase over and over. Is dinner ready? Is dinner ready? Is dinner ready? Near the stove, the pot still simmered. Simmons lifted the lid, his face going pale as the steam cleared. It was an army human, severed just below the elbow, charred and blackened. The jagged stump matched the man's missing limb. Poor bastard, logan muttered, raising his sidearm. The shot echoed through the house. I saw the bell where it had fallen from the woman's hand. It vibrated faintly, its edges blurring in and out of focus. Without a word, Logan aimed and fired. The bell shattered, dissolving into a cloud of black mist. Pack it up, he said, his voice hard.
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Logan
We're moving out.
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Agent Conroy
I grabbed Ortiz's ammo and slung it over my shoulder, the extra weight a grim reminder that we were already a man down. The pounding on the door had stopped, but we knew those things were out there somewhere. We stepped back into the crimson glow of the street, the path ahead disconcertingly quiet. The snow fell heavier as we pushed deeper into the dimension, each step growing harder as if the ground itself was trying to hold us back. The buildings around us had almost entirely lost their shape, their forms now unrecognizable tangles of warped wood and twisting stone. Some stretched into spires that splintered into jagged points, while others slumped and sagged, their walls melting into the blood stained ground. There were no roads, just uneven paths cutting through the snow, weaving between the ruined structures. Strings of garland hung like veins between the buildings, dripping with a gooey red fluid. Bells chimed faintly in the wind, their sound growing sharper the further we walked. Does anyone else feel that? Jacobs muttered, his voice shaky. It's like pressure. He was right. It pressed down on my chest, making it harder to breathe. My fingers felt numb around my rifle, the grip biting into my palms like ice. As we passed a twisted spire, we saw them. Krampus victims. They were scattered throughout the area, some standing like statues, others slumped in heaps against the ruins. One man dangled from a garland strung between two buildings, his body limp, his eyes frozen open. His face was contorted in a mix of terror and despair, his mouth moving silently as if he were begging for help. A woman knelt near the base of a collapsed structure, her hands clasped in prayer. Her skin was pale and waxy, her lips moving soundlessly as we approached, her head snapped up, her hollow eyes locking onto mine. For a moment I thought she was about to scream, but then she slumped forward, motionless.
- [40:53]
Logan
We have to keep moving, logan said.
- [40:55]
Agent Conroy
His voice presenting a calm facade. I was sure he was faking heads on a swivel. A sound cut through the silence like a knife, sending a chill down my spine, a faint snorting like a bull preparing to charge, followed by the crunch of snow.
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Logan
Hold.
- [41:16]
Agent Conroy
Logan whispered, raising a fist. We froze, scanning the area. The snow swirled around us, thick and blinding, but I could feel it. Something was out there, circling us. Then a shadow. It moved gracefully through the storm, its form just visible enough to make out the shape of antlers. It was massive, its movements almost elegant through the heavy snow. There. Simmons hissed, pointing out a shadow. I raised my rifle, my finger hovering over the trigger. The creature paused, its antlers tilting toward us. Then it stepped forward. It looked like a nightmarish reindeer. Its body was skeletal, its ribs exposed and glistening with frost. Patches of fur clung to its frame, matted and blackened. Its legs were long, bending in too many points with each step. The flesh around its mouth was torn, revealing jagged teeth that didn't belong on something with hooves. But it was the nose that drew my attention. It pulsed with the same sickly red glow as the sky. The skin around it stretched tight and veined, as if something inside it was struggling to get out. The thing snorted again, the sound deep and guttural, and then it charged. Logan fired the first shot. The bullet hit the creature's shoulder, spinning it slightly, but it didn't slow. It barreled towards us, its hooves pounding the ground with enough force to send cracks spidering through the frozen surface. I fired my shots, tearing through its ribs. The thing screeched a high pitched wail and swung its head towards me. I barely dodged it in time, the jagged antlers slicing through the air where I'd been standing. Another reindeer emerged from the snow, smaller without the pulsing red growth, but no less grotesque. It lunged at Simmons, its antlers hooking around his leg and dragging him down. He screamed, kicking at it with his free leg, but he was stuck. Jacob swung his rifle around, unloading a burst into the creature's head. The shots connected, blowing its skull apart in a spray of black fluid. Simmons scrambled to his feet, inky blood staining the snow beneath him. But before he could move, another one appeared. Appeared. They just keep coming, he Shouted, firing wildly. Logan took down two more, his movements sharp and precise. But then the big one reared up on its hind legs. It let out a defeating roar, the red glow from its nose intensifying. For a moment I was blinded, the light burning into my vision. When I blinked the spots away, I saw saw it charging again. Simmons was in its path. He fired at it, his shots landing, but it didn't stop. The creature slammed into him, its massive frame throwing him backward into a wall. The impact was brutal, the sound of bones snapping echoing through the air. He crumpled to the ground, coughing blood as we fired. It lowered its head and tried charged forward, drove his antlers through his chest and face. Simmons. Jacob screamed, but there was nothing we could do. The creature lifted him off the ground, his body mangled and limp, throwing him aside like a rag doll.
- [44:59]
Logan
Kill it.
- [45:00]
Agent Conroy
Logan shouted, his voice raw. We emptied our mags, the shots tearing into the creature's body. It stumbled, its legs buckling, but it kept moving, turning spitefully on us. Finally, one of our shots hit the glowing nose. The creature reared back, letting out a final bone chilling wail before collapsing into the snow. A swarm of small black arthropod like creatures burst from the nose growth and burrowed into the snow before we could act to stop them. We stood there, breathing hard, surrounded by the bodies of the reindeer. The snow around us was soaked black with their blood, the air heavy with the stench of death. Jacobs knelt beside Simmons body, his face pale as he took his ammunition and grenades. Logan motioned for us to keep moving. Moving.
- [46:01]
Logan
This isn't over yet.
- [46:02]
Agent Conroy
We pressed on. The snow thinned slightly as we neared the edge of the ruins, the path ahead opening into a vast, empty expanse. And then, in the distance, a massive, hulking figure silhouetted against the red sky. Chains hung from its arms, reaching to the ground. Antlers twisted upward in jagged patterns. For a moment it was still. I wondered if it was a statue as the snow swirling around it. Then it jumped, its massive frame disappearing into the crimson haze, a bad omen, causing my body to shiver. In the distance, our destination loomed a towering structure that seemed to defy gravity, its crumbling pieces floating in an endless stream into the sky. The snow thinned as we moved forward, but the cold only grew worse. The ruined buildings gave way to a barren expanse, the ground beneath our boots cracking with each step. The snow here wasn't white or even gray like it had been before. It was black as fine ash, and it stuck to our boots like tar. The horizon stretched endlessly ahead, the crimson sky casting everything in an eerie, blood soaked glow. Slow and steady, logan said, his voice low. Jacobs grunted in acknowledgment, his grip on his rifle tight. I glanced over at him, noting the blood seeping through the bandage on his arm. He wasn't complaining, but the tension in his jaw told me he was feeling it as the air shimmered faintly, the light bending in ways that didn't make sense. Shadows stretched and twisted unnaturally, moving in time with the faint, distant jingle of bells. We passed a series of poles jutting out of the ground, their surfaces slick with frost. At first I thought they were some kind of marker, but as we drew closer, I realized they weren't poles at all. The were people, frozen solid, their bodies contorted and fused into jagged spires of ice. Their faces were locked in expressions of pure agony, their mouths open in silent screams. The frost had eaten away at their skin, leaving raw, exposed muscle beneath, but their eyes were still intact. They stared out at us unbleached, winking, their gazes following us as we passed. Logan muttered something under his breath, too low to hear, and kept walking. None of us spoke. The faint sound of chains rattling grew louder as we pressed on, accompanied by the occasional deep, guttural growl. The tower loomed ahead, its jagged spires piercing the crimson sky. It seemed impossibly tall, its crumbling edges dissolving into the haze above. And yet parts of it floated. Massive chunks of stone hung suspended in the air, orbiting the structure like debris caught in gravitational pull. Every so often, a piece would break free, tumbling upward into the sky before disintegrating into nothingness. That's where it is, logan said, his tone growing him.
- [49:29]
Logan
That's where we're going.
- [49:31]
Agent Conroy
My legs felt like lead, each movement an effort, but I kept going. The others were just as strained. Ahead, the snow swirled violently, forming a dense, impenetrable wall. Logan stopped, his hand raised.
- [49:49]
Logan
This is it.
- [49:51]
Agent Conroy
I adjusted my gear, switching the spectrum on my goggles to try and peer through the veil. The world shifted into shades of green and red. The wall of snow churned like a storm, its edges glowing faintly. Beyond it, the faint outline of the tower loomed jagged and foreboding. Whatever's in there, jacobs muttered, it's waiting for us.
- [50:17]
Narrator
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Logan
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- [51:22]
Agent Conroy
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- [53:18]
Logan
Light him up.
- [53:19]
Agent Conroy
Plogan shouted, his voice echoing through the chamber. We opened fire, the sound of gunfire deafening and echoing. Space bullets struck Krampus body, some embedding in his leathery skin, others ricocheting off his antlers, but it was like shooting at a hurricane. He didn't slow, didn't seem to feel. One of the chains lashed out, catching Jacobs around the waist and yanking him off his feet. He screamed, his rifle falling from his hands as he was pulled toward Krampus. Waiting Claws. Jacobs. I shouted, turning my rifle toward the chain, but it was too late. Krampus grabbed him effortlessly in the air. His claws dug into Jacobs chest and with a sickening crunch, he tore the front of him off like a piece of string cheese. Blood sprayed across the room, steaming as it hit the cold stone floor. Jacob's mouth gaped like a fish out of water before the light left his eyes a moment later.
- [54:25]
Logan
Fall back.
- [54:26]
Agent Conroy
Logan barked, shoving me toward a crumpling pillar. Chains wrapped around Kane as he was about to reach us. The look of fear in his eyes as he was dragged back towards that abomination filled me with the knowledge that we were already dead. His screams filled the room as Krampus ate the arm he was using to try and push it away from him. Logan dragged me behind the pillar, his breaths coming fast and shallow. I could see the calculation in his eyes, the grim realization that we weren't going to make it out alive. Deep laughter followed, more crunching and screaming.
- [55:10]
Logan
I've got one shot at this, logan.
- [55:12]
Agent Conroy
Muttered, reaching into his vest. He pulled out a syringe, the golden liquid inside glowing faintly. Is that doesn't matter, he said, his tone sharp.
- [55:23]
Logan
When I tell you to run, you run. No hesitation. Understood?
- [55:29]
Agent Conroy
I nodded. Cain's screams cut off as one last sickening we crunch echoed through the space. With a quick motion, Logan plunged the syringe into his thigh, his teeth gritting against the pain. The effect was immediate. Logan's body tensed, his muscles rippling as veins bulged beneath his skin. His breathing slowed, steadying into deep, measured inhales. His eyes sharpened, the faintest golden glow flickering in their depths. He stood straight, his movements suddenly precise, deliberate.
- [56:06]
Logan
Stay out of my way, he said.
- [56:08]
Agent Conroy
His voice low and almost inhuman. Logan didn't charge. He moved with calculated precision, circling Krampus like a predator stalking its prey. His footsteps left a crater in the stone floor as he pushed off it. His posture relaxed, but every muscle in his body was coiled like a spring, so tight under his skin it looked like it might rip. Krampus turned to face him, his chains rattling ominously. For a moment they stood still, the room silent except for the faint pulse of the crimson light. Then Logan struck. He closed the distance in a blur, faster than I could track. His fist slammed into Krampus side with enough force to send the massive creature stumbling backward. The sound of the impact echoed through the chamber, followed by a low, guttural growl from Krampus. Logan didn't let up. His rifle filled the room with a deafening staccato, every bullet seeming to find the same mark even as he moved. They pounded one after another into the creature's heart, breaking through the skin after the first few and burrowing deeper like a pounding drill even as it chased him. Without even a chance for the bolt to strike empty, Logan ejected the magazine in a spin as he kicked the spent mag into the thing's forehead while simultaneously reloading and continuing to fire, all within the rhythm of the gunfire that continued uninterrupted. The speed and precision he displayed was impossible. It was like a God. He could actually do it. Logan's rifle was a symphony of destruction, a constant rhythm of fire and movement impossible to follow. Each shot hit its mark, each bullet carving deeper into Krampus chest. Logan moved with a fluidity I'd never thought humanly possible. Ducking, weaving, his body twisting as if he could see the next moment before it happened. Krampus stumbled back, roaring in fury. The hollow sound rattled, rattling my teeth. His chains lashed through the air, slicing stone columns in half as they swept toward Logan. But Logan was untouchable. He dove low, sliding beneath the oncoming chain as it obliterated a chunk of the floor where he stood just a split second before he rolled to his feet, his movements seamless, as though gravity was losing its hold on him. And still the rifle spoke. Logan moved in close, unleashing another volley of death into Krampus chest, the crimson glow pulsing brighter with each impact. The creature staggered, its chains curling around itself as if shielding its core. He's got him. I thought, hope clawing through the terror. Krampus roared, an unholy sound that reverberated through the air like a sonic wave, cracking stone and shaking my vision. Logan stumbled slightly, just for a fraction of a second. It was all Krampus needed. A chain lashed out faster than a bullet. Slamming into Logan's rifle mid fire, the weapon exploded into pieces, shards of blackened steel spilling across the ground like broken glass. Logan flew back, hitting the ground hard, his boots skidding across the shattered stone. Krampus bore down on him, chains rattling like the tolling of funeral bells. But Logan was already up and moving. In one fluid motion, he yanked a sidearm from his hip and fired, the bullet striking Krampus's face, cracks spidering across the leathery skin around his hollow, glowing eyes. But they did nothing to slow the creature's advance. Krampus swung his chains again, the metal screaming through the air like a whip. Logan twisted, side stepping as the blow grazed him, tearing a gash across his shoulder as he spun. He didn't seem to notice. Logan surged forward, ducking low as he closed the gap between himself and Krampus. He fired again, three rounds aimed perfectly into the creature's gaping mouth. But Krampus didn't flinch as the rounds buried in his throat. With a growl, Krampus swept a clawed hand toward Logan, the motion so powerful it sent a shockwave through the chamber. Logan jumped, an impossible vertical leap that carried him over that swipe, his body a blur of motion before. Before he even completed a rotation. His sidearm was holstered, replaced by a wicked looking combat knife that flashed in the crimson light. Logan landed on Krampus back like a predator descending on its prey. The knife plunged into the creature's neck, black ichor spurting across Logan's arm. Krampus howled, thrashing violently, but Logan held on, his enhanced grip like iron as he carved a jack jagged line through the monster's flesh. The chain swung wildly, smashing through pillars and walls as Krampus spun in a frenzy, trying to dislodge him. Logan's face was a mask of grim focus, his movements relentless. He pulled the knife free, blood dripping in sheets, and drove it back down into Krampus spine with enough force to crack bone. Krampus let out a sound that made my ears bleeding. An agonized, hollow wail full of rage and fury. His chains recoiled, snapping into place before lashing up like serpents. Logan, watch out. I screamed. Two chains struck Logan simultaneously, wrapping around his torso and yanking him off. Krampus back. He hit the ground hard, his body skidding across the shattered floor. The chains didn't lick. Go. They lifted him into the air, suspending him like a broken marionette, blood dripping from his shoulder where the barbed links bit into his flesh. Kravis turned, his hollow eyes locking onto Logan. For a moment the monster seemed to hesitate, almost studying him, as if recognizing a challenge it hadn't faced in centuries. Then it lunged.
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Logan
Is that all you got?
- [62:47]
Agent Conroy
Logan roared, his voice echoing unnaturally distorted, as though two voices spoke at once. One his own, the other something darker and terrifying. The chains pulled taut, working to tear him in half. But Logan fought them, his muscles strained, veins bulging grotesquely beneath his skin as he wrestled against the impossible force. Force. With a guttural snarl, he tore one of the chains free, snapping the links with a strength that shouldn't have been possible. Krampus paused, as though momentarily stunned by the sight. Logan hit the ground, rolling to his feet in a burst of speed. Blood dripped from his mouth, his eyes wild at the furious light. His movements were More primal now, less control. A man pushed beyond his limits, his mind breaking under the strain. Come on. He shouted, charging forward, the knife glinting in his hand. Krampus met him head on. The impact was like an earthquake, shaking the chamber as they collided. Logan ducked beneath a sweeping claw, driving his knife into Krampus gut and twisting. The creature bellowed, slamming its massive fist down. Logan dodged again, moving so fast he blurred. He struck again and again, carving deep wounds into Krampus flesh, black ichor spilling across the floor like tar. Each strike was accompanied by a roar of effort. Logan trembled with the force of his own blows, but it wasn't enough. His body was giving out. Krampus. Krampus clawed hand caught Logan mid strike, gripping him like a vise. Logan's knife fell to the floor, clattering uselessly. Krampus lifted him into the air, holding him at arm's length. Logan snarled, his teeth bared like an animal, his hands clawing at the creature's grip. Krampus tilted his head almost in curiosity before tightening his grip. Logan's. His body spasmed as bones cracked beneath the pressure, blood bubbling from his mouth. Run. Logan choked out, his voice barely more than a whisper. Krampus roared, the sound deafening as he slammed Logan into the ground. The impact shook the chamber, sending cracks spidering across the floor. Logan's body went limp. Krampus dug into his torso like a rabbit animal, pulling out bits of flesh and ripping them apart with his teeth. I didn't wait to see the end. I turned and ran, my heart pounding as I sprinted toward the way we came, the sounds of Logan's death fading behind me, replaced by the eerie silence of this dimension. Ahead, the shimmering wall of snow came back into view, its edges flickering like a mirage. The moment I crossed the threshold, the world seemed to tilt. The twisted geometry of the castle blurred behind me, and the frozen hellscape came rushing into view. I staggered forward, my boots crunching on the blackened snow. The crimson sky stretched endlessly above, swirling with ominous clouds that seemed alive. A low, guttural growl echoed through the air, followed by the faint jingling of bells. My chest tightened as the sound grew louder, joined by the distant clatter of chains. The atmosphere thickened, pressing down on me like a weight. Shapes began to emerge from the swirling snow. First one, then another, then dozens. Twisted reindeer, porcelain dolls burrowing shapes under the snow, and humanoid figures with hollow eyes and skeletal grins poured out from the ruins. Their movements were erratic, some crawling, others sprinting. The ground beneath me seemed to tremble with their approach. The Air filled with guttural snarls and high pitched wails. My legs burned as I sprinted, my boots slipping on the slick black snow. The path ahead twisted and turned, closing in around me like a maze. Shadows moved at the edges of my vision, flickering in and out of my vision. I glanced over my shoulder and immediately wished I hadn't. The horde was gaining, their grotesque forms illuminated by the crimson light. One of the reindeer broke ahead of the pack. I turned, firing a burst into its chest. It stumbled and the horde trampled over it to get at me. The chains grew louder, the sound reverberating through the air like a death knell. The temperature plummeted, my breath freezing in my lungs. I could feel him, his presence bearing down on me like a storm ahead. The ethereal rift came into view as I activated the stabilizer with my tether. I was almost out, but the sound of rattling chains was getting closer. I pushed harder, my legs screaming in protest. The horde was on my heels now, their snarls and screeches deafening. I fired blindly over my shoulder, not taking the time to look back. The ground shook beneath me, cracks spidering outward as the dimension itself seemed to rebel against my escape. The anomaly was less than 50, 50ft away when Krampus emerged from the swirling snow, his massive frame silhouetted against the crimson sky. His chains whipped through the air, their ends glowing faintly with a malevolent light. His hollow eyes locked onto mine before he lunged. I fired the shots, hitting his chest and arms, but it was useless. His movements blurred as he closed the distance. I threw myself forward, diving for the anomaly as the chains lashed out. I was through the empty village, filling my vision as the first chain wrapped around my leg, pulling me back with the force that dislocated my hip. I screamed, clawing at the ground, my fingers digging into the frozen snow. No. I shouted, my voice raw with desperation. I reached for my knife, the blade trembling in my hand as I slashed at the chain. It clinked uselessly as they wrapped around my waist and started dragging me further back, pulling me toward Krampus. His massive form loomed over me, his hollow eyes burning with cold fury on the other side of the rift. The crimson light glinted off his jagged teeth as he opened his elongated mouth. Mouth. A guttural growl rumbling deep in his chest. I felt the second chain tightening around my other leg, pulling with relentless force. The knife slipped from my hand, landing in the snow with a dull. My vision blurred as panic set in, the sounds of the horde closing in around me. I did the only thing I could think of my trembling hand reach up to my vest and deactivated the stabilizer. Krampus. Massive frame disappearing into the swirling rift. As it closed. The other half of my body was left behind. I lay in the snow, my breath shallow, my vision fading. The world around me was quiet now. The crimson sky replaced the pale light of dawn. I reached for my comms, my hand trembling as I pressed the button. This is Agent Caldwell, I whispered, my voice barely audible. Requesting evac. The world grew darker, the cold crawling into my torso.
- [70:57]
Jacobs
The story of Krampus has always been a mystery, and after this incident, it's clear we're no closer to understanding the full truth. From what I've pieced together, and believe me, the Bureau doesn't exactly leave its reports lying around. There's a theory that the fleshy object impaled in the center of that horrific town is some kind of anchor for the pocket dimension. It may be the remnants of a fallen star, or perhaps space debris infused with anomalous organic matter. The kind of thing that's been floating through the void longer than Earth has existed. If true, that would mean Krampus is tied to something far older than us. A force that might predate humanity. Alone in its pocket dimension, twisted by millennia of isolation, rage and hunger, Krampus likely represent the kind of anomaly we're fundamentally incapable of stopping. The Bureau, with all its resources, all its containment protocols, and all its moral grayness, is still no closer to combating this force. What we do know is that every member of the team sent into that dimension is dead. The agent whose perspective was reconstructed managed to transmit vital data and scans from the half of him that made it back. The rest were either claimed by Krampus himself or consumed by the horrors of that realm. They underestimated their enemy. They thought they were prepared, armed with the latest advancements, including a more refined version of the God Mode serum. From what I've learned, the new formula does more than just push human limits. It takes a person's body and mind to an entirely inhuman state. Increased speed, strength, endurance. But at a cost. Logan's enhanced state might have given him a fighting chance against Krampus, but the influence that overtook him, the feral, almost alien response to his own power, suggests that the serum doesn't just enhance a person, it changes them. Whatever essence they've extracted from RBP SCP1818, the Forgotten Titan seems to have a will of its own. The Bureau's interest in Krampus isn't just about the entity, but the pocket dimension itself. Imagine having access to an entire realm that you could control, shape and weaponize. That's always been the Bureau's real goal. Not to merely contain anomalies, but to bend them to their will. They've seen seen what Krampus can do. Now they want to understand how it works so they can replicate it. Imagine entire worlds built for specific purposes. Prisons, weapons. Or maybe something even darker. Krampus isn't an entity you capture or kill with technological means. He's an embodiment of something far beyond us. And while the Bureau plans Plans its next move, regrouping for the next winter solstice, my own team knows better than to get involved. At least for now. We're not equipped to fight something like this. Not yet. And that's the worst part. Knowing the danger is out there and being unable to stop it.
- [74:28]
Narrator
Hey, look around there's magic in town Crossing the snowflakes and lights so bright.
- [74:35]
Agent Conroy
Through the air let's celebrate underneath the mistletoe it's never too late it's the.
- [74:44]
Narrator
Time of the year When Harcourt and Gingerbread are every.
- [74:51]
Agent Conroy
There'S room for more Come and break the holidays with us Christmas is coming with jingling and tinkling bells Christmas is coming Stories we tell.
- [75:14]
Jacobs
Christmas is coming Together People say, oh.
- [75:21]
Agent Conroy
Christmas is coming.
- [76:03]
Jacobs
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- [76:15]
Logan
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