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Speaker 1:
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Speaker 2:
[00:28] K-Pop Demon Hunter's Saja Boys Breakfast Meal and Huntrix Meal have just dropped at McDonald's. They're calling this a battle for the fans. What do you say to that, Rumi? It's not a battle.

Speaker 3:
[00:38] So glad the Saja Boys could take breakfast and give our meal the rest of the day.

Speaker 4:
[00:42] It is an honor to share.

Speaker 2:
[00:44] No, it's our honor. It is our larger honor.

Speaker 3:
[00:48] No, really, stop.

Speaker 2:
[00:50] You can really feel the respect in this battle. Pick a meal to pick a side.

Speaker 4:
[00:56] I participate in McDonald's while supplies last.

Speaker 3:
[00:58] LinkedIn is pretty great at a lot of things, like helping you tap into the latest trends and insights in your field. We cannot stop your coworker from tapping her pencil. LinkedIn can help you find new jobs that align with your career goals. We cannot help you find the source of that weird smell in the office fridge.

Speaker 5:
[01:16] Ew.

Speaker 3:
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Speaker 5:
[01:35] With sirens echoing across town, Boulder pushed through the bushes lining the small ranch house and stared at the empty street in front of him. He counted to 60, and when no cars passed and he didn't hear the telltale sound of tires on asphalt coming from down the road, he made his move. Come on, Renny. Boulder whispered over his shoulder. Gotta move fast, man. Yeah, coming. As Boulder crouched low and hurried out of the relative safety of the bushes, behind him, Renny had to pause and take several shallow breaths, his hand resting on the ranch house's faux wood siding. His legs felt wobbly and his head was a basket of wool. Warmth pooled in his waistband, which he knew wasn't good. Despite the t-shirt and duct tape they'd used to pack the wound, it still bled like a damn spigot. Renny, Boulder whispered halfway across the house's lawn. Dude, move ass. On it. Renny muttered and pushed off the house. He wavered for a second, then caught his balance and hobbled forward. Branches from the bushes snagged the edges of his black sweatshirt, pulling the material tight across his abdomen, across his wound. He gasped, then clamped his mouth shut, sure that his outburst would wake the owners of the ranch house. But no lights came on, and he managed to stay upright enough to limp across the lawn to Boulder. Jesus, man, you look like shit, Boulder said. Being gunshot will do that, Renny replied between small quick breaths. Deep breaths felt like murder, so he only sipped at the night's cool air. You gonna make it? Boulder asked. I'll make it. You sure? What I just say, asshole, I'll make it. Cool, cool, just checking. Boulder shifted his gaze to Renny's back. You want me to take the back? That's gotta be heavy. Touch the back and I'll rip your brain out through your nose. Jesus, Renny, chill, man. I'm just trying to help. Is that what you're helping with? Boulder swallowed a response and shook his head. He tried to take Renny's elbow, but the man shook him off. With a roll of his eyes, Boulder walked out of the lawn, off the curb and into the street. Sirens still echoed across town, but they sounded farther away, headed in the opposite direction. Across the street was a dense patch of woods, with what looked like a clearing on the other side, all lit up by moonlight streaming down from above. When Boulder made the far curb, he glanced back and winced at the band of black ringing Renny's midsection. The man's sweatshirt was black too, but the moonlight caught the wetness of the blood, making Renny's belly shimmer in the night as he still stood on the lawn. Renny staggered a little when he stepped off the curb and into the street. He kept his balance and limped slowly toward Boulder. Down the street, a car turned the corner, lighting the road up with its headlights. Move ass. Boulder hissed. Renny scrunched up his face and double-timed it to the far curb. Boulder ignored Renny's protests and grabbed his elbow, dragging him away from the road and into the woods, huddled behind a thick fir tree. The two men watched and waited for the car to pass by, but as the vehicle drew level with them, it slowed. Boulder risked to peek and almost gasped. Cop, he whispered to Renny, who had his forehead resting against the fir's trunk. Good for him, Renny said, his voice filled with pain and frustration. His parents must be proud. Boulder couldn't help but smile. The car continued to move slowly forward, causing Boulder to laugh quietly. Nah, my bad, it's not a cop, he said. It's a rent-a-cop, that's different. I doubt his parents are proud. Dad took off when he was five, and mom is pissed he's still living at home, in the basement, with a tarantula. A spider? This guy? No way, he has a gerbil, and he and that gerbil are very special friends. The two men quietly chuckle as the security car crept on by. Then, after a few yards, it sped up and continued on its patrol. Let's go, Boulder said. Hold on. Renny clamped a hand on the man's shoulder. Shit, man, don't pass out on me. I'm not, watch. The security vehicle stopped, then a small spotlight mounted next to the side view mirror came on. It's surprisingly bright beams sweeping across the edge of the woods, penetrating at least three trees deep. Down! Renny crouched low. He gasped as fresh fire erupted in his guts, but he didn't cry out even though he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs. Boulder got down with him, and they pressed themselves tightly together, trying to merge into one lump behind the fir tree. They couldn't see the security car, but they could hear it as tires crunched on asphalt. It's backing up! Renny whispered. Boulder just nodded in acknowledgement. The bright beam moved swiftly toward them. Then their fir tree was awash in the spotlight. Renny held his breath, which hurt like hell. Boulder was doing the same, but he had his eyes closed, his lips twitching with some unspoken prayer. The spotlight moved on. There was the quiet sound of fairly well-maintained brakes. Then a motor revved, and the security car drove off. After they had waited for a good three minutes or so, Boulder looked at Renny. The man nodded, and the two stood up. Poor Boulder stood up. Renny stayed crouched where he was. Need some help? Boulder asked. Bite me, Renny replied. Jesus, Renny, just take the damn help, will you? I can stand on my own, thank you. Boulder chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest as he waited. Renny looked up and glared. Give me some space, asshole. Boulder shook his head and took several steps back. Renny's hands clawed at the fir tree's bark, looking for handholds. When he found a decent grip, he hauled himself up, hissing and groaning the whole way. Then he looked at Boulder and flipped the man off. Great job, man. Boulder turned and walked off. Come on, we'll cut across the park and come out close to the railroad tracks. There should be a freight train slowing at the crossing around two in the morning. We'll hide and wait for it, then get the hell out of this damn town. Neither of them mentioned the low likelihood of Renny being able to hop on a moving freight train, slowed down or not. Renny pushed off the tree and staggered after Boulder. The man quickly reached the opposite tree line and stared out at a wide open meadow, part of one of the parks in town. In the meadow's center sat a small building with restrooms. Past that was a playground filled with all the usual equipment. A wooden structure with two slides coming off of it, one covered in spiral, one open and straight with bumps in its flow. There were monkey bars, swings, a teeter-totter, and a small merry-go-round. Would have been nice to have something like this growing up. Boulder nodded his chin at the small building. Let's get you in there and see if we can clean you up.

Speaker 6:
[08:49] No, we keep moving.

Speaker 5:
[08:51] We could get trapped in there. You could bleed out before the train gets here. We need to look at the wound, man. What's to look at? It's a goddamn hole in my belly. It'll still be a hole if we look at it, unless you suddenly went to med school and can now perform gut surgery and shit.

Speaker 4:
[09:09] Did you, Boulder?

Speaker 5:
[09:10] Did you go to med school in the past hour? Kiss my ass, Renny. I'm only trying to help, man. Why is that so hard to accept? You can help me across the park and into that other tree line before that damn rent a cop comes back. That would be helpful. Boulder's eyes went to the backpack again. Renny pretended he didn't notice. They moved out, but after only a few yards, Renny's knees buckled, and Boulder had to throw an arm around him to keep him from falling. Told you. Boulder took control and steered them toward the small building. We'll be hidden in there, so stop worrying. Asshole. Jesus, Renny. Boulder turned them to the building and eased Renny over the grass. The night air was crisp and clear, slightly chilly, but not bad for that time of year. Yet Renny shook and shivered against him. By the time they reached the building, Renny leaned all of his weight on Boulder. Of course, the first door they checked, the men's room, was locked. Boulder moved them on to the next door and was surprised to find it unsecured. The lock on the door looked jimmied, and Boulder paused. Are we going in or what? Renny asked. Hold on. Stay here. Boulder leaned Renny up against the building's wall. The man instantly slid down slowly until he was sitting on his ass, both arms clutching his belly. I'm going to check this out. Don't move. Yeah, no problem, Renny said, his voice weak and distant.

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Speaker 5:
[11:44] Boulder looked down at him and took a deep breath. Then he shoved the ladies room door open and stepped through quickly, hoping to surprise anyone inside. All he found was the stink of fresh spray paint and a whole lot of graffiti. Most of the graffiti was of simple, crude renditions of dicks and balls, a hundred of them, the images everywhere. But here and there, Boulder saw some decent can work, a face here, an eyeball there, someone's ornate tagger name and huge block letters, huge block letters covered over by dicks and balls. Boulder knew turf war when he saw it, but he doubted any of the perpetrators lurked nearby. They'd busted in, done their work and scrammed. Boulder checked that the sinks were working. They were, and he splashed some cold water in his face before returning to Renny. Except when Boulder stepped outside, Renny wasn't sitting on the ground anymore. Renny! Boulder called out as quietly as possible. No answer. But the place wasn't completely silent. Boulder heard something, the squeak of chains from a swing set. Boulder quickly wished he had a gun, but he and Renny never burgled while armed. That added ten to twenty years onto a sentence if they ever got nicked by the cops. Being unarmed didn't stop the homeowner from putting around in Renny's guts, though. Nor did it stop Renny from bashing the man's head in with a lamp. So much for avoiding an extra ten or twenty. Boulder had no idea if the man was dead or not. Alive would get them each forty years. Dead would mean life in prison. Boulder wasn't political, but he was glad the state didn't have the death penalty, or they would both fry for sure. But hey, they made off with the safe's contents, which should set them both up for the rest of their lives. Unfortunately, Boulder wasn't sure how long that life would be for Renny. The swings squeaked again, and Boulder shook his head. What the hell, man? He muttered, then headed off to the playground to look for his partner in crime, still muttering to himself. Guy gets gut shot and wants to relive his childhood? Jesus. Then a cold thought entered Boulder's mind. Maybe Renny was so close to dying that he was seeing his life flash before his eyes. Maybe the playground was part of that. He was replaying a memory or something. Boulder reached the border of the playground and stepped into the deep coating of brown mulch that covered the area. He listened for the squeak, heard it a third time, and turned toward the sound, walking around the monkey bars to get to the swings. But the swings were empty. Two of the four were moving though, so Boulder turned in a circle, knowing that Renny couldn't have gotten far. Renny? Boulder hissed. Dude, what the hell? -No answer. There was a light clang behind Boulder, and he spun about to see a pair of legs climbing up into the wooden structure. He took two steps forward, then froze as a child giggled from the swings behind him. Boulder whirled about, his fists up. The swings were empty, but now three of the four swung back and forth. Boulder looked at his raised fists and laughed. What was he going to do? Knock a kid out cold? It didn't really matter with no kids to knock out, just swings moving in the wind. That's what Boulder told himself, just swings moving in the wind. Then another giggle made Boulder spin back around the other way. This wasn't a child's giggle. It was a full grown man's, and Boulder stared in confusion and astonishment, mixed with a healthy dose of anger, as he saw Renny sliding down the open slide, his hands up in the air like he was on a goddamn roller coaster. Jesus. Boulder muttered and stomped over to the end of the slide, where he met Renny at the bottom. What is wrong with you? Get your ass off of there and let's get you cleaned up. Boulder straightened up and glanced around the park. Like now, man. Before that Renna cop comes back and decides to check the park. From the look of the graffiti inside the ladies room, this place is probably a regular stop on his route. Renny didn't say a word. He stood up, rushed past Boulder, and limped to the structure's ladder, climbing up into the wooden playhouse once again. Renny, brother, you have to stop this shit. Boulder looked down at the slide's cold steel and the smear of blood that started from the top and ended at the bottom. So much that it dripped down into the scuffed up trench where a thousand small shoes had dug out the mulch, exposing bare earth as they landed after their fun ride. Renny didn't stop and appeared at the top of the slide again. Move it, Boulder, he said in a weak, pained voice even though he had a big bright smile on his face. Get out of the way or I'll run right into you. Get your ass down here, man. Now. Okay. You asked for it. Renny sat down and shoved himself off with all of his strength. With the slide still slick with blood, Renny's speed coming down was alarming. Yet he had his arms raised the whole time while he laughed and rocketed straight toward Boulder. Boulder barely got out of the way, but the second Renny's feet hit dirt, Boulder was on him, yanking him up and dragging him toward the bathrooms.

Speaker 3:
[17:00] knock it off.

Speaker 5:
[17:01] Renny snarled and pulled his arm free. I'm going one more time. No, you are not, dumbass. Boulder snarled back. We are going to clean you up and get our asses to the train tracks. No, one more time. I want one more time. Renny thrashed in Boulder's grip, finally slipping free and running full bore back to the structure, leaving a dark trail of bloody splotches behind him. Boulder seethed. He marched over and tried to grab Renny again, but the man dodged his grasp and basically sprinted up the ladder again, lost from sight inside the structure. Son of a bitch. Boulder got to the ladder, looked up, then shook his head as he grabbed a rung and started to climb. It was a short ladder, barely higher than Boulder was tall, so he was up and inside the structure in the blink of an eye. He just caught sight of Renny throwing himself down the slide again. Boulder raced to the top of the slide and stared down as his partner hit the bottom, stumbled, and fell into a heap in the dirt and mulch. Renny? The heap of a man didn't move or respond. Renny? Dude? A twitch. Ow. Renny rolled over and grinned up at Boulder. That was awesome. He reached out and grabbed the edge of the slide, dragging himself to his knees. Boulder watched him take a few breaths, shake his head, then get all the way to his feet. He grinned back up at Boulder. Boulder started to say something, then clamped his mouth shut and crouched down low. Get back up here now, he whispered to Renny. Damn runnicop is back, coming through the trees. Renny looked over his shoulder and gasped, but instead of moving around toward the ladder, he limped off in a different direction, quickly lost from Boulder's sight. Renny, dude, what the hell are you doing? Get up here and hide, asshole. Mulch crunched quietly, then silence. Boulder tried to peer around the structure side, but if he leaned out too far, the Rennicop would see him instantly. So Boulder retreated into the shadows of the structure's playhouse, pressing himself into a corner with his knees up to his chest and arms wrapped around his shins. Who's there? The Rennicop called. A light swung back and forth across the structure. If anyone is up in there, you better come out now or things are going to go real bad for you. Boulder rolled his eyes at the man trying to sound tough. No teenager or kid would comply with such a weak ass order. He might as well have said, pretty please at the end. Boulder held his breath when he heard shoes hit mulch. The light grew stronger and stayed aimed at the structure. I ain't asking you again, you little punks. Show yourself, or you're gonna be taking a ride in the back of my car. To where, Boulder thought? The Renacop shop? If things weren't so jacked up, he'd slide down that slide and beat the stupid out of the man. Wouldn't be the first security guard he'd handed a beat down to. Okay, your choice. I'm calling this in, and then I'm coming up there to get your asses. Then there was the sound of running, a loud oof, and Renny shouting, Dad, you're it, bitch. Hey, get back here. The Renny cop shouted, I said, get back here. You just assaulted a security officer. Boulder heard footfalls heading right for the structure. Then he saw Renny's head peeking above the floor as he climbed the ladder up into the structure's playhouse. Renny gave Boulder a smile, stood up, then leaned over the bars. Catch me if you can, Renny cop man. He shouted, then wriggled his fingers down at the man. Fingers coated in blood. A thick line of blood led from the ladder to Renny. The man's pant legs were soaked in it. I see you up there. The man yelled, get down here now. Do not make me come up and get you.

Speaker 4:
[20:48] Try it, bitch.

Speaker 5:
[20:49] Renny yelled. His voice simultaneously filled with joyful glee and extreme agony. No way you can catch me, lard-ass. Renny, Boulder cried, knock it the hell off and let's go. Renny turned and frowned at Boulder like he just crapped his pants. Go, but is it, Boulder? I don't know what you were doing. Did you just get shot in the head? I mean, this shit has to end, man. We need to get out of here and catch that damn train.

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Speaker 5:
[22:17] Renny said, then went to the slide and threw himself down it. There you are. The guard shouted. Freeze, dickhead. I said freeze. Stop, goddamn it. Boulder crawled to the edge and saw Renny fly right off the slide and into the guard's thighs. Both men went tumbling and rolling across the mulch, sending Rentacop's flashlight flying across the playground. It clattered into the merry-go-round and the lens shattered, plunging the night back into moonlit darkness. Neither man moved at first. Then the Rentacop stirred, rolled onto his side, and pushed himself up until he could get to his feet. He reached behind his back and produced a set of handcuffs. Ah, shit, Boulder said. Then he cleared his throat and yelled, Up here, asshole, come and get me. The guard whirled about and glared up at Boulder. He stuck out the hand that wasn't holding the cuffs, pointed a finger, and snarled, You stay where you are. I'm coming for you next. The man rolled Renny over and then took a step back, startled. What the hell is a grown-ass man doing on a children's playground at night? Get your damn ass up. Make me, Renny cried, then coughed a good amount of bloody spray into the air, causing the security guard to step back until he was standing in the dirt patch at the end of the slide. Boulder took his shot and flung himself down the slide. He leaned as far back as he could, wrapped his arms across his chest, and stuck his feet out straight. For half a second, he was 10 years old again, aiming for the backs of his best friend's legs. When the soles of his shoes hit the Renacop, the man didn't go flying, but crumpled backwards, falling on top of Boulder, pinning him to the slide. Without even thinking, Boulder wrapped his arm around the man's throat, getting a firm chokehold. No tagbacks! Boulder heard Renny shout. Not fair! The Renacop struggled and fought the chokehold, swatting back at Boulder's head. But the man didn't have the leverage or angle, and the swats were ineffectual, more annoying than violent. No tagbacks! Renny roared, and Boulder realized that he was standing right over them. Thud! The security guard's head slammed back against Boulder's nose, causing his hold to slip a little. And a little was all he needed to twist his head to the side as Renny's fist came down for a second time. This time though, he missed the guard's face and hit Boulder right in the recently bruised nose. There was a crack, a spurt of blood, and Boulder's grip went completely slack as he saw stars. Shit, Boulder. Sorry, man. Renny yelled just before the Renacob shoved up and tackled him about the waist. Stay down. He yelled, straddling Renny. Don't you dare move. Get off me. Get off me. Renny screeched. No fair. Yeah, well, you don't get to just hit people. That's not fair either. Boulder's stunned brain tried to make sense of what was going on. The guard was starting to sound like Renny. More kid than adult. Not that Boulder wasn't having strange thoughts too. As soon as the pain had bloomed in his nose, his first instinct was to shout for his mama, even though the woman had been dead for over a decade. Got to get out of here, Boulder mumbled, trying to sit himself up at the end of the slide. When he finally managed it, he was in time to see Renny jam a knee into the rent a cop's groin. The man made a high pitched squeak, his hands going to his crotch as he fell over onto his side and immediately curled up into the fetal position. Then Renny slowly stood up and grinned at Boulder. His clothes were soaked in blood and his skin was white as a sheet, paler than the almost full moon above. Renny bent down and shouted, You're it, asshole. Then Renny kicked the man in the crotch and skipped away, literally. Renny skipped back to the structure like he wasn't bleeding out from a mortal gunshot wound to his gut. I want to try the other slide. He announced as he bled his way to the ladder, giving a thumbs up to Boulder as he passed by. Renny, stop this shit, man, Boulder pleaded, but Renny wasn't listening. With blood soaked hands, Renny climbed back into the structure, but headed to the covered spiral slide instead of the one Boulder was still sitting on. The security guard groaned and rolled onto his back, his chest shuddering as he struggled to breathe. Boulder looked back up at the structure behind him, but couldn't see Renny anywhere. The man groaned again. Damn it, Boulder said and stood on shaky legs. Then he hurried over to the runicop, straddling him like the man had just tried to straddle Renny before taking a shot to the nuts. Seeing the cuffs and the mulch, Boulder snagged them, then grabbed the guard's wrists and snapped them on. Hey! He moaned. Get off me! Boulder snagged the cuffs' keys from the utility belt, cocked his arm back, and chucked them as far as he could. They didn't make the treeline, but they did land in the park's grass that could have used a mowing. Good luck finding those. You're gonna go to prison for this, the renegade mumbled. I'll make sure of it. Boulder stood up, then kicked the man in the crotch for funsies, smirking as the man's mouth opened an anagonized silent O. His eyes rolled up into his head, and he passed out right there in the mulch. Good luck with that, Boulder said. Thoroughly exhausted and his face swelling rapidly, he turned to fetch Renny once and for all. But when he got to the end of the covered spiral slide, there was no Renny. Hey, man, come on. Boulder called up into the slide. Let's go. He peered up into the plastic tunnel. There was a shadow at the bend. Renny, dude, stop messing around. We have to go. Far off, a train whistled. Boulder started to panic. They didn't have much time. God damn it. He said and climbed up into the slide. Swear to God, Renny, you better be dead. But when he got to the bend, there was no Renny, dead or alive. The shadow Boulder had seen was the edge of the backpack, the backpack full of loot, a backpack that Renny would never just leave behind. Again, a train whistled. The sound filtered through the plastic of the slide. Renny! Boulder yelled, nothing. Grabbing the backpack, Boulder struggled his way to the top of the slide. Renny wasn't in the structure's playhouse either. Boulder ducked his head out of one of the window cutouts, but didn't see Renny on that side of the park. He went and stuck his head out of the other side. No Renny there. The train whistle blew. Now, much louder. Shit! Boulder looked at the backpack in his hands. Shit! He threw the backpack on and slid down the open slide. Once at the bottom, he put his hands to his mouth and shouted, Renny! No response, and no sight of Renny anywhere. There wasn't any place for him to hide, except. Boulder jogged over to the ladies' restroom and shoved up in the door. Renny? He hurried in, checked each stall, then shook his head as he walked back out. The train whistled, and Boulder sighed. Sorry, man, he said as he broke into a sprint, heading for the tree line that would lead him to the train tracks. I'm so sorry. As he passed the playground one last time, Boulder heard several kids giggle, but he didn't stop. He didn't even look back. He had a train to catch. SCP-1094 is a seemingly ordinary playground, inhabited by unseen entities that subtly manipulate its equipment, causing swings to move and sounds to occur without explanation. Anyone within roughly 17 meters feels a strong psychological urge to play, especially children, and those who give in experience intense euphoria that overrides responsibilities. This compulsion becomes stronger when observing others playing. However, prolonged interaction with the playground is dangerous. Individuals who continue playing eventually disappear entirely, typically when out of sight within the equipment, leaving behind only any objects or tracking devices they carried. Thanks for listening. Be sure to click that follow button with all notifications on to get notified every time a new episode is released.