Noah and the camera being cocooned with sludge have only transported the two to a place most certainly not of our world. Far, far from our world, in fact. A room where every texture is just a blackened rust that seems to have suffered centuries of excessive weathering and dilapidation. A place that looks like it shouldn't even be standing, that it should've crumbled away to dust centuries ago. Noah stirs around and acts as if he's just awoken from a long slumber; checking if everything's still intact after the black slime bath, rubbing his eyes, and absorbing in his nightmarish new surroundings with an uneasy awe. He's atop some type of coffin, an elevated rectangle of solid stone. It's probably the only remotely clean thing for miles. Before he's able to leave his "bed" to explore this Pocket Dimension, 106 appears out of no where, straddling him and pinching his chin with a choke-like hold so he can't even scream from the shock of the jumpscare.

The gesture is almost...playful and romantic, in the most twisted and bastardized sense possible. Now that she's up close and personal, you're treated to an in-your-face voice of this ungodly thing. She's dressed in nothing but a featureless biker vest that nearly blends into her dark skin. Otherwise she's buck naked, which exposes much of her...mature body. Not elderly as her nickname implies, just perfectly developed muscles and...assets dangling right above Noah's face, out the window of her vest. With his head firmly in her grasp, The Old Woman drags her tongue all the way across his face, leaving a trail of dirty-colored saliva behind. She sniffs his shaggy mane of black hair like the creepy eldritch sexual predator she is and whispers in a distorted voice:

"YoUr HaIr SmElLs So NiCe..."

She moves her hand down to her crotch as if she's about to start pleasuring herself, but instead nips the zipper on Noah's jeans and begins prying them downwards with a drawn-out, gut-whisking rip. Her fingers crawl into his waistband, burrowing deep beneath his briefs before yanking the bottom half of his clothes straight to his knees, exposing much of his pale legs as they glisten with heavy sweat. The goo girl's inky thighs move forward and tighten to imprison everything below his belly button, and naturally, their two exposed genitalia lock from the sexual position. A flabby slit that's hard to distinguish from her shadowy crotch swallows Noah's tiny, completely flaccid penis, though it can still be clearly seen through her slimy, translucent skin. She pins his wrists to the tomb he lies upon before working her hips up and down, wetly slapping her black bubble butt against his thighs and plunging his evergrowing cock in and out of her. You get to see every last grisly detail of each cervical thrust thanks to the X-ray view provided by her limpid flesh.

Noah's head jerks back and he lets a whimpery moan escape his windpipe, most certainly confused out of his mind from the conflicting sensations. A wanting animal, 106 starts panting the deeper and deeper she gets into Noah's rape thanks to the swelling of his erection as more blood cells fearfully flood to his crotch. The camera begins to rhythmically tremble and shake with the fierce pounding The Old Woman is unleashing upon Noah's brittle body. He tries to form words, probably pleas for her to stop, but the bizarre tingles torturing his groin have effectively muted the poor boy, and just when things couldn't get anymore intense, his eyes clench shut and he grinds the back of his head into his bed as his pleasure reaches its apex. The camera slips from his sweaty grasp and clatters to the floor, so all you can see is the ashy ceiling and the side of the coffin as Noah's immodest orgasm echoes for miles.

"OOOOOooHHHHH GOOOooOOD!~"

What follows is labored breathing and a soupy white oozing down the casket's rock wall. Wet shifting can be heard, probably 106 dismounting from Noah so he can weakly slope off his tomb and roll onto the camera with a thud. You're treated to a lavish closeup of his pores as they bleed sweat for a couple seconds before he rises to his hands and knees to give you some breathing room. Wet hair dangles from his scalp and the two strings on his hoodie sway right above you in 3D, before the ashen grime of the ceiling morphs into squeaky clean concrete. Noah grabs the camcorder with one hand and tries pulling himself up with the tomb with the other, when it abruptly morphs into some sort of security console. The gurgling drone of the Pocket Dimension is replaced by a familiar alarm and it becomes apparent that SCP-106 has graciously returned Noah to Site-19, albeit a completely different part of it.

"Guys..." he shakily addresses, remaining a complete mess whose just now noticed that his pants are still around his legs. "I don't know...what the heck just happened..." he pants as he yanks his trousers back to his waist and dumps black goop out his ears and shoes like he just got out of the pool. "But..."

...

"...I think I just lost my virginity...I don't know where I am...I have no idea where that...thing decided to put me..."

He looks around for a couple seconds before speaking into the camera again. "I think...I think she put me deeper in the facility...I need to get out of here..."

The camcorder returns to a first-person perspective so the room is visually fleshed out. Seems like a test room, with a window peering into a locked off chamber and a bunch of high-tech machinery like consoles, security monitors, and terminals. He takes a single shaky step forward and immediately fires back with a girlish scream when a heart-stopping crash explodes throughout the room. The lights flicker a bit and the window is shattered open. Amidst the pond of jagged glass is the thing that busted into the test room. A feminine and curvaceous humanoid only a little taller than Noah, completely naked to show its skin a smooth stone texture colored a weathered beige. Its body is dead still, pose-less, and featureless, like a mannequin. Well, featureless aside from a "mask" of red, black, and green stains, arranged just enough to form a cute face. It stands immobile yet menacingly, staring the cameraman down with its facial of spray paint.

"Wait! I know this!" he breathlessly explains. "The document...this is The Sculpture! It said all I have to do is look at it and it won't hurt-"

The camcorder flickers with static for just a millisecond, and in that millisecond, the SCP is somehow entire meters closer to Noah. He squeaks in a startled terror, you can hear his heart nearly bust through his ribcage from behind the camera, and he stumbles back.

"What?! Why isn't it wor-?!"

Another jolt of white noise and 173 is almost face-to-face with the cameraman. Noah keeps the video recorder on him whilst fearfully glaring straight ahead to the beast like he's having a staring contest with it.

"Wh-...oh God...it can move when I blink..." Noah grimly realizes as he cautiously backs up while keeping his eyes wide open.

He gets a couple steps behind him before hitting a wall. He almost instinctively turns his head to look for a way out, but he manages to stop his reflexes just in time to keep his vision trained on the creature. He slowly slides down the wall, blindly feeling around for something, anything, hope. Tears begin to stream down his face while his eyes begin to redden and strain, just as his palm lands upon a big crimson button neatly installed onto the wall. He steps a little closer to it to reveal an accompanying door.

Blackness suddenly engulfs the screen.

The facility's been struck by a power outage, it seems.

The camera automatically goes to night-vision and the whole screen is filled with a green-tinted headshot of SCP-173 teleporting inches from Noah's face. The camera plummets to the floor so you're treated to a view at the tips of Noah's sneakers, peering upwards in between the legs of both him, and 173. She has his forearms pinned to the wall by each side of his head. Now that the boy is essentially blindfolded by the blackout, she's free to move anything she wants. She exercises her newfound freedom by having her tongue escape from her lips just to invade Noah's mouth, muffling his whimpers of terror. Two tongues can be seen violently wrestling and wriggling underneath Noah's cheeks, and The Sculpture's hands move from his wrists to his chest to tear his hoodie wide open and reveal his bare torso, so moist you can see it glimmer from all the way down here. She hunches over and molests his nipples by churning them through the squeeze of her thumbs and making them bounce like doorstoppers with the flicks of her tongue. Noah bites down on his sleeves and shrieks with a shuddery, unwanted satisfaction as droplets continue to boil in his eyes. 173 moves down to the third and final floor by getting on her knees and unzipping Noah's jeans, letting his inchworm hang out from the fly.

She scoops it up with her tongue and toothlessly chews on it for a couple seconds, forcing it to harden into a proper erection. Her head bobs back and forth, and every time you're treated to an undershot of Noah's shaft getting harder and wetter with every thrust. He digs his fingernails into the wall his back is grinding against and you can see his little scrotum start to quake and rumble as he howls in ecstasy. 173's cheeks puff out as much as they can, until they begin to quiver, like they're about to burst. Greenified-white starts to trickle down 173's chin, and she finally caves. A cascade of cum comes raining down onto the camera's screen, completely splattering it with a very light olive. All that can be perceived by you through the messy camera now is Noah's exhausted quivering coming from five feet above. The mask of cum staining the screen is swept up by 173 dragging her index finger across the lens before shoving it in her mouth like she's tasting cake batter, freeing you from blindness. Before The Sculpture can continue her molestation of the cameraman, a bellowing, low-quality announcement screeches across the whole facility through an unseen PA system.

"ATTENTION ALL PERSONNEL OF SITE-19: MOBILE TASK FORCE UNIT NINE-TAILED FOX HAS ENTERED THE FACILITY."