As usual, the video begins with a headshot of Noah, however there are some noticeable differences. Rather than the background being some decayed slum like usual, it's simply the welcoming interior of a suburban household, and the camera is perfectly fixated rather than being held in Noah's shaky wrists. His face is also tinted with blue, likely the glow of an offscreen computer monitor.

"Hey guys, Noah here! Uhm, so, I got some bad news. I'm grounded for the weekend! My parents haven't liked me sneaking off after curfew. It's bullcrap but, what are you gonna do? But I couldn't leave you guys hanging all week so instead, we'll be exploring...The Dark Web! Now if you don't know what the Dark Web is, it's like the seedy underbelly of the internet. I know, I know, a bunch of websites is lame compared to what I usually do, but I promise there's a lot of interesting and twisted stuff on here! Well, that's what I've heard, at least..."

The view of Noah sitting at his desk suddenly shrinks and nestles at the bottom corner of the screen, like in a Let's Play. The real focus is put on an HD display of his laptop's wallpaper, populated by a couple icons off to the side.

"That's why I also asked for a capture card for my birthday! Yep, my trusty camera has been demoted to facecam duty this episode. The card only has 30 minutes of film on it though, but that should be more than enough! So anyways, I did a lot of research for this video. There's tons of scary urban legends surrounding the Dark Web, like how everyone wants to hack you and infect your computer and kidnap you, but I took lots of precautions! Not only did I install anti-malware until my laptop ran out of space, but I'm decked out with all sorts of VPNs! Oh, and can't forget about ANN!"

The mouse cursor begins to explore the blank blue sea of the desktop, hovering over an Anonymous Network Node icon before double clicking. An empty, medium-sized window displays but it's soon filled by a site called "The Dark Wiki" when Noah selects the "Home" button. It's a bland white canvas with an endless-looking list of blue links.

"So this here is the Dark Wiki. It's the Dark Web's directory. Well, one of them. So I guess we just start browsing random sites..." Noah assumes as he starts scrolling up and down the bottomless catalog. "Uhhh...'The Doll Maker', let's try that! Sounds like a toy store!"

The link goes purple as Noah selects it and a couple seconds drag by whilst the webpage slowly loads. All that build-up for nothing it seems, as all the internet can scramble together is an error.

"Oh...that's disappointing. Yeah, I heard the Dark Web is full of dead links. I should probably edit this white noise stuff out..."

He didn't. Noah returns to the wiki.

"Ummm...'The Cotton Road', that sounds cool!"

Another grueling load-time and the webpage loudly, boldly presents itself with all sorts of flashy American logos decorating it from head to toe.

"THIS WEBSITE HAS BEEN SEIZED BY THE FBI AND THE DEA," it reads like a headline.

"Oh wow...this site was so serious the authorities shut it down? Wonder what it was...well, since the DEA was involved, I'm guessing drugs. Maybe an illegal narcotic market? Guess that's a dud too, le-"

Noah visibly jumps when his desk starts loudly rumbling from the vibrations of an off-screen phone.

"Whoa! Um... hang on a sec guys, sorry," he mutters, taken completely off guard as he looks at the number and doesn't seem to recognize it before answering anyways. "Hello? Who is this?"

It's hard for you to tell since it's not on speaker, but it sounds like heavy, labored, almost threatening breathing huffing and huffing into Noah's left ear as he listens to the call.

"Okay then..." He hangs up. "Sorry about that guys, some stupid prank caller, I guess. Anyways," his hand returns to his mouse, "as I was saying, let's move on. Hmmm... The Organ Mart, Bathroom Cams, Scream Bi...B-Word...'Cleaning Services'! Must be Craigslist for maids or something..." he theorizes as the page loads.

When the time finally comes, the site reveals itself as an advertisement for a...cleaner...of corpses. A body disposal expert for hire. Graphic pictures of real dead people ornament the screen like a twisted mural. Some getting dirt dumped on them as they're crumpled up in a finely dug hole in the woods, others slump in a bathtub full of steamy, bubbling acid, and a few stuffed in soggy garbage bags stinking up the alleyways. The details of the corpses themselves are a whole nother story. Throats crushed and permanently bruised, brains blown out through the back of heads, faces covered in bloody welts from getting beaten to death...

"Whoa...th-...this isn't real, right?" Noah is taken aback as his skin goes a pallid green. "This has gotta be s-s-some sort of...no, this isn't real, the FBI would've taken this down...if these were real corpses...and if this was a real...nevermind, let's just move on..." Noah shakes himself out of it.

Like a finger skimming through the contents of a filing cabinet, the cursor runs down the tower of blue and purple links, landing on a service called "HiddenChat". Upon loading, it turns out to be an anonymous chatroom with a gloomy color scheme.

"Um...should I say something?" Noah shyly asks in rhetoric. "Er...hello?," he sounds out his words as he types them down with his keyboard and punctuates them with 'Enter'.

"10:37 PM - You: hello?
10:37 PM - Anon1: Hey.
10:37 PM - Anon4: hi
10:38 PM - Anon1: You new here?"

"Oh man, they actually noticed me," Noah blushes before continuing the chat.

"10:38 PM - You: yeah
10:38 PM - Anon3: This is my first time on HiddenChat too.
10:38 PM - Anon2: ive been on here for years.
10:38 PM - You: i meant i'm new to the whole dark web
10:38 PM - Anon1: Oh
10:38 PM - Anon1: Well, how are you liking it?
10:38 PM - You: i dunno, it's been kinda boring
10:38 PM - Anon4: haha yeah that happens
10:38 PM - You: hey, have you guys been getting weird phone calls too?
10:38 PM - Anon1: Huh?
10:38 PM - You: like, heavy breathing
10:38 PM - Anon1: ...
10:38 PM - Anon1: You're joking, right?
10:38 PM - Anon2: lol rip
10:38 PM - You: no?
10:39 PM - Anon7: BREATHER
10:39 PM - Anon4: gg
10:39 PM - Anon3: He's just trolling, guys
10:39 PM - Anon6: you're gonna get raped by the breather bro lmao
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0:39 PM - Anon 8: f
10:39 PM - Anon5: do you idiots actually believe him"

Noah stares at the screen in a flustered confusion as the reflection of the many messages flooding in flash upon his face. "Alright, these guys are being jerks," he pouts as he backs out the chat. "It's probably best if I don't talk-"

Noah twitches as he hears the loud bang of a car door slamming from outside. He fearfully peeks through the blinds behind you before tearing the facecam from its tri-pod and showing you a window view of his neighborhood street, which minimizes video capture of the Dark Web and puts the video in a more typical format. There's a white van parked at the curb, right in front of the house.

"I don't think that's my aunt..."

The phone rings again. Through the camera, Noah stares at the black smartphone loudly vibrating and ominously rattling across his desk before answering it with a jittery wrist.

"Who is this?!" he nervously demands. "Are you stalking me?!"

Nothing.

"...Hello?!" he pleads once more.

...

"I FOUND YOU," a husky female voice growls from the other end.

But it's not just from over the phone this time.

This time, it can also be heard echoing down the hallway from outside.

The phone slips straight out Noah's palm and clatters to the floor. He makes a break for the door in a wild sprint as its knob turns, seizing the handle just before it completes its rotation. He digs his left shoulder into the door and uses himself as a makeshift barricade to keep what they called "The Breather" out. The kid's not nearly strong enough, however, and the door comes flying open with a kick so mighty it's more like a battering ram, sending Noah tumbling straight to the carpet. (Maybe if he had used his other hand to help hold the door rather than the camera he would've had a better chance at keeping the depraved serial killer out...)

But regardless, Noah gets a worm's-eye view of The Breather's curvy silhouette lurking in his doorway, kitchen knife in hand. She invites herself into the guest room, cockily strolling in and taking her time since the frozen-in-fear Noah's not going anywhere any time soon. She sits in the space between his thighs and digs the heels of her boots into his outstretched arms to pin him to the floor with. Now that she's closer to the camera, you can make out some details. She looks just like those stock images of a shady, faceless, hoodie'd figure to represent Deep Web hackers, but with a feminine twist.

"What's a kid like you doing on the Dark Web?" that same snarling voice from the phone barks out the shadow cast by her drawn hood.

"I-I was just making a video, I swear! Oh God, PLEASE don't hurt me!" Noah begs for his life even more terrified than usual.

"A video huh?" her words heavy with contempt, leaning closer to the camera to reveal her face, though it's mostly obscured by a procedure mask so she looks like the love child of a surgeon and a back-alley creep. "I'll give you something to film."

She pries open the fly on Noah's pajama pants, sending a button flying off-screen and his genitals flopping out onto the floor. The only inch of her appearance not censored by some article of clothing is her eyes, a pair of big brown peepers laced with a beastly and malignant intent. The Breather scoops up Noah's scrotum with the flat side of her knife, inspecting it like a chef would his food. He audibly shivers at the harsh iciness of the metal on such a sensitive area of his body. Then she moves a floor up by taking a spoonful of his flaccid cock with her blade. All she would have to do is twist her knife ever so slightly and Noah would be sterilized. His shivers of cold devolve to shivers of crippling fear towards this psychological torture.

But in the end, it's all just teasing. After all, who's she kidding? If she castrated him, she wouldn't have a toy to play with. In one violent lunge she stabs the knife earthbound towards Noah's head...into his hood, further pinning him to the floor. Then she wraps her fingers around his penis, hands garbed with sky blue smooth surgical gloves that surely feel angelic against his shaft, and begins jerking. At first, his shrunken penis seems nonexistent in her balled fist, but it eventually balloons big enough until his pink tip is just barely peeking out between her thumb and index finger. Noah whines as his legs squirm underneath her thick thighs at the fist pumping up and down on his cock.

"You like that, you little shit?" she demeans like a dominatrix whilst ruthlessly tugging on him. "Just how you like all that twisted shit you looked up?"

"N-No! I-It made me s-sick, I swear! PleEase stop hurting mEe!"

Her choke moves down to squeeze Noah's balls. "YOU make me sick, you PERV!"

She accentuates that last word by crushing Noah's sack like a soda can. A full soda can, that is, as 12oz of baby batter comes exploding out his shaft to paint The Breather's grey, blood-stained hoodie with. Noah's break-neck but explosive climax is emphasized with his pained squeak, followed by his soft attempts at catching his breath. She watches in disgust as cum sops off her sleeve. She yanks the knife out the carpet and holds the shine of its razor tip to Noah's throat.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't carve your neck open like the pig you are like I do every other creep I trace down."

All Noah can return is incoherent blubbering. The Breather rolls the eyes of her annoyed scowl, likely far too used to this old song and dance of "Please don't!". She then rises to her feet and lets Noah off the hook out of pity.

"You're in the wrong place, kid," she warns before disappearing in the darkness of the doorway.

Noah spends the next half minute trying to steady his vitals as he wipes the tears from his face, prior to pulling himself up to a bow-legged stand, shutting his door, and shambling back to his desk. You get a glimpse back out the window as he plops down onto his chair, and The Breather's rape van is no where to be seen. He reassembles his set-up before tiredly addressing you.

"Alright..." Noah pants. He's a complete mess as always, but this time, he's...different. Worse. You haven't seen him this disturbed and shaken since SCP-106... "Usually, I wouldn't let...setbacks like that get to me for the sake of the video but this time...a serial killer just invaded my home. I think that's enough of the Dark Web for one sitting...I'll see you guys in the ne-"

A small pop-up window barges into Noah's laptop.

It's an invitation to "The Red Room".