@@eyeofthetyger8504 @Eye of the Tyger Well i can think of few things worse than making someone immortal. But unable to till the Earth or eat of it's bounty. Ensuring that you are effectively a wanderer in the world. Unable to settle anywhere or live a normal existence. So consider Cain a living warning.
The part where Able says he lived a life of rage and disgrace and that Cain is revered by people around him makes me feel that Able isn’t the murderous psychopath he appears to be. Maybe he wishes to be like Cain, a nice person, but he can’t help his murderous tendencies. He is so engulfed by vengeance that he wants to kill everyone around him. But deep down, he wants to stop killing.
Is that mean Able didn't want to be like this ,right? According to SCP 076 documentary and what Able said on the video. My theory is ; sumerian witchcraft messed up with him. Woke him up from death. Leaving him the tattoos which made him an immortal murderous machine.
Humanity is technically a descendant of Cain since Able is dead to produce any children... Therefore, in Able's eyes all humanity is children of Cain and a threat to him, hence why he wants to destroy humanity
No bro able was the good One, Cain killed him and now both are cursed cain Is forced to be good and have only defensive power , and able Is forced to feel this rage and have offensive Powers, they switched role whith the curse
Honestly, I feel kind of bad for Able, he had to die by his own brother only to find his second life full of rage whilst his murderer receives endless love.
@@danahernandez3830 He is the victim in this Situation. Cursed to be trapped in eternal rage and bloodlust as a reminder for his brother of what he has done to him. Oh and also as a bit of guilt-trapping. Kind of like "Cain is responsible for the countless deaths by Ables hands"
@@danahernandez3830 It was the first murder! God does forgive, but we're talking about the same God who unleashed plagues on Egypt, destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah, and killed an untold millions of people in a flood that was basically the reset button on humanity. Thank Him fatherhood seems to have curbed His wrath on a lot of stuff.
If you were killed by someone you trust and was tortured after "death" into becoming a killing machine. Wouldn't you be holding a grudge against your murderer too?
@@Dave_of_Mordor I suppose so but the thing is this grudge has literally lasted CENTURIES. If the Guiness Book of World Records knew of Able's existence. I think he would have set a record. :/
I think I heard another version of this story in which Able finally forgave Cain. In the end, they both started to cramble and only the dust of them was left behind But I really like this story as well and I really like the artsytle!
Jekyll aren: here you go rubber and stretch your extra large Crimson Fatalis Pizza with two large drink orders of dragonberry tea *put the meal and drink on the table* may I suggest not asking how I got that Crimson Fatalis meat for the pizza let's say a crimson Fatalis beaten to death and carved like a cattle
It's kind of sweet, showing SCP-073 as a kind of Uncle figure to both a fellow SCP and a guard! Which, he actually is, and he's so patient and listens to both of them!
His personality is cruel to be honest. His remorse is fleeting as he enjoys the company of other's. Meanwhile his victim can only feel pain and kill everyone around him. In a way, Cain is killing everyone Abel kills. Cain has imprisoned Abel in eternal misery. Being nice will never absolve murder. Cain will never find redemption.
This was a story that was very sad… we don’t know the full story (cause it’s probably got a twist) but in the end Cain accepted the fact that able won’t forgive him. This story was sadder than they usually are especially with Rubber’s art style but at least we got an end(or at least sort of an end).
maybe god will forgive you if we both beg In this world, consequence cannot bear the harshness of catastrophe. Mistakes are given lighter punishments. Falling stars shoot through the night sky and occasionally grant wishes of observers below. It is a softer place.
The Foundation did not have to suffer from its judgement errors as harshly as in other worlds. Employees worked in relative peace; some even found the time to grant small mercies. When the Foundation first asked Cain to reunite with his brother, he took three days to decide. On the third day, he agreed on the condition that the only person who could abort the mission would be himself. The Foundation took three more days before agreeing. Cain settled by the coffin that held his brother in a white room. He didn't know if Abel could hear him in there; maybe Abel was sleeping. The thought made him smile a bit-at least Abel's habit of long naps hadn't changed. Regardless, he spoke his apologies in a language to which they were the sole survivors. "Say, brother, good morning. Shouldn't you be tending to your sheep? They're all down the hills, scattered. Their children have fled our lands and fill the cliffs as mountain goats, the deserts and savannahs as camels, oryx and antelope. Good morning, good morning brother." Three minutes later, Abel stepped out of his coffin, drew a blade, and tried to decapitate his brother. Cain did not move to dodge; any wounds delivered to him would simply reflect back to the attacker. Abel's head fell onto the floor, then caved in on itself as a pile of dust. The coffin swung shut. Cain coughed, ran his hands over his own neck and winced. "Good to see you too." Every two days, Abel would leave his coffin and try to kill his brother. Sometimes, Cain talked to the coffin. For two months, this futile attempt at discussion was all they had. Eventually, Abel's anger simmered down enough to allow a question from his lips. "Why, Cain? Why are you here?" "I came to ask for-" Abel did not allow the conversation to continue. This went on for another month. He would ask the same questions again and again, finding himself unable to face any answers. Abel had been a colicky newborn; the only thing that soothed him was his mother's lullabies. So Cain sang as Abel slept. He breathed a soft, haunting melody that dwelt on brighter days. Later, the tattooed man stepped out of the coffin and into the white room. His bare feet made soft padding noises as he stepped towards his older brother, watching him with the patient gaze of a farmer waiting for his crops to fruit. "Why. Why did you do it. Why are you here, now, after killing me and leaving me." He extended arms, pressing them against Cain's clear skin. "Leaving me to these people, with their marks on me, all their marks! Tell me!!" "I was young and jealous. I got older. Time carved its wisdom into me. I'm here now because… because I still love you. Please forgive me, Abel. Everyone we knew as children has left to God's garden." The older brother leaned forwards to pull his sibling into a tight hug. "My beautiful baby brother, it's just us now," he choked out. Abel drew a blade. Clutched the hilt, then let go. He leaned into the embrace, clinging tightly. "It's not fair. It's not fair. You are so untouched. I can't leave a single wound on you." He spoke, soft as moonlight. "And yet look at me. Look at all the things done to me. You used to be my hero, but this… you let this happen to me." "I see it, Abel. I see what I've done. I take full responsibility. I'll earn my title back, if you'll have me. This, I promise with everything I have." Cain swaddled his brother in his arms, rocking him back and forth and stroking his hair. Abel clutched Cain's shirt, his body trembling as he wept. His fingers began to soften and collapse into dust. His brother continued rocking him as he, too, crumbled. By the time their tears reached the floor, they could only wet the dust that remained.
You can give Cain artificial grass So that way he could do anything he wishes to feel like he’s really is on grass floor and of course giving him artificial fruits and vegetables not to eat but at least you could touch them without them turning to dust.
1:56 I feel like Cain shouldn't have the cybernetics or the mark, since those technically came about because he killed Abel. I don't think they were there before he killed Abel, but I'm not sure. Also feel like Abel maybe shouldn't have the tattoos, even though they look EPIC, because this is a flashback to before they had the curse.
maybe god will forgive you if we both beg In this world, consequence cannot bear the harshness of catastrophe. Mistakes are given lighter punishments. Falling stars shoot through the night sky and occasionally grant wishes of observers below. It is a softer place.
The Foundation did not have to suffer from its judgement errors as harshly as in other worlds. Employees worked in relative peace; some even found the time to grant small mercies. When the Foundation first asked Cain to reunite with his brother, he took three days to decide. On the third day, he agreed on the condition that the only person who could abort the mission would be himself. The Foundation took three more days before agreeing. Cain settled by the coffin that held his brother in a white room. He didn't know if Abel could hear him in there; maybe Abel was sleeping. The thought made him smile a bit-at least Abel's habit of long naps hadn't changed. Regardless, he spoke his apologies in a language to which they were the sole survivors. "Say, brother, good morning. Shouldn't you be tending to your sheep? They're all down the hills, scattered. Their children have fled our lands and fill the cliffs as mountain goats, the deserts and savannahs as camels, oryx and antelope. Good morning, good morning brother." Three minutes later, Abel stepped out of his coffin, drew a blade, and tried to decapitate his brother. Cain did not move to dodge; any wounds delivered to him would simply reflect back to the attacker. Abel's head fell onto the floor, then caved in on itself as a pile of dust. The coffin swung shut. Cain coughed, ran his hands over his own neck and winced. "Good to see you too." Every two days, Abel would leave his coffin and try to kill his brother. Sometimes, Cain talked to the coffin. For two months, this futile attempt at discussion was all they had. Eventually, Abel's anger simmered down enough to allow a question from his lips. "Why, Cain? Why are you here?" "I came to ask for-" Abel did not allow the conversation to continue. This went on for another month. He would ask the same questions again and again, finding himself unable to face any answers. Abel had been a colicky newborn; the only thing that soothed him was his mother's lullabies. So Cain sang as Abel slept. He breathed a soft, haunting melody that dwelt on brighter days. Later, the tattooed man stepped out of the coffin and into the white room. His bare feet made soft padding noises as he stepped towards his older brother, watching him with the patient gaze of a farmer waiting for his crops to fruit. "Why. Why did you do it. Why are you here, now, after killing me and leaving me." He extended arms, pressing them against Cain's clear skin. "Leaving me to these people, with their marks on me, all their marks! Tell me!!" "I was young and jealous. I got older. Time carved its wisdom into me. I'm here now because… because I still love you. Please forgive me, Abel. Everyone we knew as children has left to God's garden." The older brother leaned forwards to pull his sibling into a tight hug. "My beautiful baby brother, it's just us now," he choked out. Abel drew a blade. Clutched the hilt, then let go. He leaned into the embrace, clinging tightly. "It's not fair. It's not fair. You are so untouched. I can't leave a single wound on you." He spoke, soft as moonlight. "And yet look at me. Look at all the things done to me. You used to be my hero, but this… you let this happen to me." "I see it, Abel. I see what I've done. I take full responsibility. I'll earn my title back, if you'll have me. This, I promise with everything I have." Cain swaddled his brother in his arms, rocking him back and forth and stroking his hair. Abel clutched Cain's shirt, his body trembling as he wept. His fingers began to soften and collapse into dust. His brother continued rocking him as he, too, crumbled. By the time their tears reached the floor, they could only wet the dust that remained.
I always thought of them as brothers. And since they’re immortal, it had me wondering if their Mother and Father are immortal, alive somewhere out there….
I mean they are literally brothers. They're a reference to the biblical figures, whose origins stories are of the exact same circumstances. I don't imagine Adam and Eve are immortal in this variation, because Cain was cursed to walk the barren earth with any harm which befell him being reflected onto the attacker. Abel lives because Cain lives
To be honest, I feel like Cain is experiencing hell but in earth cus normally killers like him would go to hell once they died so maybe he’s just experiencing what a killer would have experienced in hell
I find it ironic, for those who've read the Bible, the story of the brothers Cain and Able has Able being good and Cain being bad and killing Able. This story is basically like an extended happy ending of the biblical one
@@Dave_of_Mordor well he lies and deceives many people, making them join his side, against God because Cain hates God himself in the Bible, he wants revenge
I just *know* that Dr. Bright was there during all the times Cain visited Able and had the time of his life. (Able is the cause of Brights curse after all.)
Hi! I don't know if you take requests for SCP tales to animate, but i think a story about the tale Da Capo al Fine or Sisters would look pretty cool since it's a good good read. Thanks!
Okay, so we’re all familiar with Cain’s reflection of damage, so what exactly would happen with [When Daybreaks] would he be immune? Or become goo like the others? Or even melt the sun?
"I can't erase the bad things I've done, they're a part of me. All I can do, is do better. If he forgives me not, that is not within my control. I've made peace with that. I will do better."
maybe god will forgive you if we both beg In this world, consequence cannot bear the harshness of catastrophe. Mistakes are given lighter punishments. Falling stars shoot through the night sky and occasionally grant wishes of observers below. It is a softer place.
The Foundation did not have to suffer from its judgement errors as harshly as in other worlds. Employees worked in relative peace; some even found the time to grant small mercies. When the Foundation first asked Cain to reunite with his brother, he took three days to decide. On the third day, he agreed on the condition that the only person who could abort the mission would be himself. The Foundation took three more days before agreeing. Cain settled by the coffin that held his brother in a white room. He didn't know if Abel could hear him in there; maybe Abel was sleeping. The thought made him smile a bit-at least Abel's habit of long naps hadn't changed. Regardless, he spoke his apologies in a language to which they were the sole survivors. "Say, brother, good morning. Shouldn't you be tending to your sheep? They're all down the hills, scattered. Their children have fled our lands and fill the cliffs as mountain goats, the deserts and savannahs as camels, oryx and antelope. Good morning, good morning brother." Three minutes later, Abel stepped out of his coffin, drew a blade, and tried to decapitate his brother. Cain did not move to dodge; any wounds delivered to him would simply reflect back to the attacker. Abel's head fell onto the floor, then caved in on itself as a pile of dust. The coffin swung shut. Cain coughed, ran his hands over his own neck and winced. "Good to see you too." Every two days, Abel would leave his coffin and try to kill his brother. Sometimes, Cain talked to the coffin. For two months, this futile attempt at discussion was all they had. Eventually, Abel's anger simmered down enough to allow a question from his lips. "Why, Cain? Why are you here?" "I came to ask for-" Abel did not allow the conversation to continue. This went on for another month. He would ask the same questions again and again, finding himself unable to face any answers. Abel had been a colicky newborn; the only thing that soothed him was his mother's lullabies. So Cain sang as Abel slept. He breathed a soft, haunting melody that dwelt on brighter days. Later, the tattooed man stepped out of the coffin and into the white room. His bare feet made soft padding noises as he stepped towards his older brother, watching him with the patient gaze of a farmer waiting for his crops to fruit. "Why. Why did you do it. Why are you here, now, after killing me and leaving me." He extended arms, pressing them against Cain's clear skin. "Leaving me to these people, with their marks on me, all their marks! Tell me!!" "I was young and jealous. I got older. Time carved its wisdom into me. I'm here now because… because I still love you. Please forgive me, Abel. Everyone we knew as children has left to God's garden." The older brother leaned forwards to pull his sibling into a tight hug. "My beautiful baby brother, it's just us now," he choked out. Abel drew a blade. Clutched the hilt, then let go. He leaned into the embrace, clinging tightly. "It's not fair. It's not fair. You are so untouched. I can't leave a single wound on you." He spoke, soft as moonlight. "And yet look at me. Look at all the things done to me. You used to be my hero, but this… you let this happen to me." "I see it, Abel. I see what I've done. I take full responsibility. I'll earn my title back, if you'll have me. This, I promise with everything I have." Cain swaddled his brother in his arms, rocking him back and forth and stroking his hair. Abel clutched Cain's shirt, his body trembling as he wept. His fingers began to soften and collapse into dust. His brother continued rocking him as he, too, crumbled. By the time their tears reached the floor, they could only wet the dust that remained.
Cain & Abel ~ Ying & Yang ~ One or thee Other ~ Attack & Defend. Can’t have one fully functional without thee other, Life & Death. As all things should be, whole.
SCP Agent: Hey Cain, instead of wasting time around the facility, you could help us with dangerous missions. Cain: Maybe later, right now I'm going to apologize to my brother again. SCP Agent: 😠
@@Skibidivm_Latrinae I don't mean he would fight! I mean if he finally brings peace instead of the original "amnestics to Able" solution! I wonder what could've been!
Also the straight up audacity of this man (cain). If he doesn’t forgive me then I have done my part. Bro, you killed him and made him cursed. This isn’t like you ate the last pizza slice in the fridge lmao.
You eat the last slice of pizza, you can just go buy a fresh one and the apology is guaranteed. You stab a man in the back, the least you're guaranteed is a punch to the face right back...
I honestly dislike the story where they forgive eachother and both pass away to dust. I like where Able forgets his rage and search’s for Cain and when they finally meet they go back to being brothers and able ages naturally before passing away one final time I don’t know it feels sweeter I suppose
i think that the writing and symbols on able could be a curse possibly? cain has some drawings and patterns but not any of the " demonic " symbols on able. able envys cain for being loved and cared for while able is killed every time he leaves 073-1 either by being drowned or having his head blown off with a bomb collar if he gave into the vengeful will on him. possibly even getting worse the longer he doesint kill? ( like how he killed his team members after a long time but wanting the people he respected to die in a fair fight of strength. the members on his team ( like the blonde girl ) having bested him and earned his respect. so it seems like possibly he can only go so long before killing becomes his instinct with no sort of way to fight it
Cain must be a special kind of stupid. Cain: "Death? What kind of sleep is that?!" Abel: "The bad kind." Cain: "Sorry. Hug?" Abel: "F**K YOU!" Cain: "Whudd I do?"
immortality isn’t very nice as people think, you see your friends die as you stand there in front of their graves, it’s a loop and you’ll be lonely until the loop continues again
Their parents were dead before Cain killed Able, their mother dying when Able was born and then their father dying from illness. Cain got caught up in rage and murdered Able, bringing him to God as an offering but then he realized what he did and asked God to reverse it, he did but then Able killed Cain then God revived Cain again. Shortened up story of their past, via the intro since that's definitely not what happened.
@@russellbranch3208 Wait, how? Anyway, Cain killed Able out of jealousy for god favoring his sacrifice over Able's. It's why SCP made them a nice paradox because you got the redeemed, kind killer everybody likes and a vengeful victim everybody fears.
maybe god will forgive you if we both beg In this world, consequence cannot bear the harshness of catastrophe. Mistakes are given lighter punishments. Falling stars shoot through the night sky and occasionally grant wishes of observers below. It is a softer place.
The Foundation did not have to suffer from its judgement errors as harshly as in other worlds. Employees worked in relative peace; some even found the time to grant small mercies. When the Foundation first asked Cain to reunite with his brother, he took three days to decide. On the third day, he agreed on the condition that the only person who could abort the mission would be himself. The Foundation took three more days before agreeing. Cain settled by the coffin that held his brother in a white room. He didn't know if Abel could hear him in there; maybe Abel was sleeping. The thought made him smile a bit-at least Abel's habit of long naps hadn't changed. Regardless, he spoke his apologies in a language to which they were the sole survivors. "Say, brother, good morning. Shouldn't you be tending to your sheep? They're all down the hills, scattered. Their children have fled our lands and fill the cliffs as mountain goats, the deserts and savannahs as camels, oryx and antelope. Good morning, good morning brother." Three minutes later, Abel stepped out of his coffin, drew a blade, and tried to decapitate his brother. Cain did not move to dodge; any wounds delivered to him would simply reflect back to the attacker. Abel's head fell onto the floor, then caved in on itself as a pile of dust. The coffin swung shut. Cain coughed, ran his hands over his own neck and winced. "Good to see you too." Every two days, Abel would leave his coffin and try to kill his brother. Sometimes, Cain talked to the coffin. For two months, this futile attempt at discussion was all they had. Eventually, Abel's anger simmered down enough to allow a question from his lips. "Why, Cain? Why are you here?" "I came to ask for-" Abel did not allow the conversation to continue. This went on for another month. He would ask the same questions again and again, finding himself unable to face any answers. Abel had been a colicky newborn; the only thing that soothed him was his mother's lullabies. So Cain sang as Abel slept. He breathed a soft, haunting melody that dwelt on brighter days. Later, the tattooed man stepped out of the coffin and into the white room. His bare feet made soft padding noises as he stepped towards his older brother, watching him with the patient gaze of a farmer waiting for his crops to fruit. "Why. Why did you do it. Why are you here, now, after killing me and leaving me." He extended arms, pressing them against Cain's clear skin. "Leaving me to these people, with their marks on me, all their marks! Tell me!!" "I was young and jealous. I got older. Time carved its wisdom into me. I'm here now because… because I still love you. Please forgive me, Abel. Everyone we knew as children has left to God's garden." The older brother leaned forwards to pull his sibling into a tight hug. "My beautiful baby brother, it's just us now," he choked out. Abel drew a blade. Clutched the hilt, then let go. He leaned into the embrace, clinging tightly. "It's not fair. It's not fair. You are so untouched. I can't leave a single wound on you." He spoke, soft as moonlight. "And yet look at me. Look at all the things done to me. You used to be my hero, but this… you let this happen to me." "I see it, Abel. I see what I've done. I take full responsibility. I'll earn my title back, if you'll have me. This, I promise with everything I have." Cain swaddled his brother in his arms, rocking him back and forth and stroking his hair. Abel clutched Cain's shirt, his body trembling as he wept. His fingers began to soften and collapse into dust. His brother continued rocking him as he, too, crumbled. By the time their tears reached the floor, they could only wet the dust that remained.
maybe god will forgive you if we both beg In this world, consequence cannot bear the harshness of catastrophe. Mistakes are given lighter punishments. Falling stars shoot through the night sky and occasionally grant wishes of observers below. It is a softer place.
The Foundation did not have to suffer from its judgement errors as harshly as in other worlds. Employees worked in relative peace; some even found the time to grant small mercies. When the Foundation first asked Cain to reunite with his brother, he took three days to decide. On the third day, he agreed on the condition that the only person who could abort the mission would be himself. The Foundation took three more days before agreeing. Cain settled by the coffin that held his brother in a white room. He didn't know if Abel could hear him in there; maybe Abel was sleeping. The thought made him smile a bit-at least Abel's habit of long naps hadn't changed. Regardless, he spoke his apologies in a language to which they were the sole survivors. "Say, brother, good morning. Shouldn't you be tending to your sheep? They're all down the hills, scattered. Their children have fled our lands and fill the cliffs as mountain goats, the deserts and savannahs as camels, oryx and antelope. Good morning, good morning brother." Three minutes later, Abel stepped out of his coffin, drew a blade, and tried to decapitate his brother. Cain did not move to dodge; any wounds delivered to him would simply reflect back to the attacker. Abel's head fell onto the floor, then caved in on itself as a pile of dust. The coffin swung shut. Cain coughed, ran his hands over his own neck and winced. "Good to see you too." Every two days, Abel would leave his coffin and try to kill his brother. Sometimes, Cain talked to the coffin. For two months, this futile attempt at discussion was all they had. Eventually, Abel's anger simmered down enough to allow a question from his lips. "Why, Cain? Why are you here?" "I came to ask for-" Abel did not allow the conversation to continue. This went on for another month. He would ask the same questions again and again, finding himself unable to face any answers. Abel had been a colicky newborn; the only thing that soothed him was his mother's lullabies. So Cain sang as Abel slept. He breathed a soft, haunting melody that dwelt on brighter days. Later, the tattooed man stepped out of the coffin and into the white room. His bare feet made soft padding noises as he stepped towards his older brother, watching him with the patient gaze of a farmer waiting for his crops to fruit. "Why. Why did you do it. Why are you here, now, after killing me and leaving me." He extended arms, pressing them against Cain's clear skin. "Leaving me to these people, with their marks on me, all their marks! Tell me!!" "I was young and jealous. I got older. Time carved its wisdom into me. I'm here now because… because I still love you. Please forgive me, Abel. Everyone we knew as children has left to God's garden." The older brother leaned forwards to pull his sibling into a tight hug. "My beautiful baby brother, it's just us now," he choked out. Abel drew a blade. Clutched the hilt, then let go. He leaned into the embrace, clinging tightly. "It's not fair. It's not fair. You are so untouched. I can't leave a single wound on you." He spoke, soft as moonlight. "And yet look at me. Look at all the things done to me. You used to be my hero, but this… you let this happen to me." "I see it, Abel. I see what I've done. I take full responsibility. I'll earn my title back, if you'll have me. This, I promise with everything I have." Cain swaddled his brother in his arms, rocking him back and forth and stroking his hair. Abel clutched Cain's shirt, his body trembling as he wept. His fingers began to soften and collapse into dust. His brother continued rocking him as he, too, crumbled. By the time their tears reached the floor, they could only wet the dust that remained.
Cain literally never said his feelings in depth. In that sense complicated was needed. If the person who I looked up to killed me and got to live the life and all he could say was “ i WaS jEaLoUs Of YoU” I’d be pretty miffed too. I like Cain but he in and of himself is unfair in that he can’t even articulate how he felt and how what he did led to his own suffering. He was a piece of work that took lifetimes to come to terms with his own selfish and ugly nature. He could never bring back their simple peaceful life but that doesn’t mean they can’t start over and become something better from all of their pain and trauma
maybe god will forgive you if we both beg In this world, consequence cannot bear the harshness of catastrophe. Mistakes are given lighter punishments. Falling stars shoot through the night sky and occasionally grant wishes of observers below. It is a softer place.
The Foundation did not have to suffer from its judgement errors as harshly as in other worlds. Employees worked in relative peace; some even found the time to grant small mercies. When the Foundation first asked Cain to reunite with his brother, he took three days to decide. On the third day, he agreed on the condition that the only person who could abort the mission would be himself. The Foundation took three more days before agreeing. Cain settled by the coffin that held his brother in a white room. He didn't know if Abel could hear him in there; maybe Abel was sleeping. The thought made him smile a bit-at least Abel's habit of long naps hadn't changed. Regardless, he spoke his apologies in a language to which they were the sole survivors. "Say, brother, good morning. Shouldn't you be tending to your sheep? They're all down the hills, scattered. Their children have fled our lands and fill the cliffs as mountain goats, the deserts and savannahs as camels, oryx and antelope. Good morning, good morning brother." Three minutes later, Abel stepped out of his coffin, drew a blade, and tried to decapitate his brother. Cain did not move to dodge; any wounds delivered to him would simply reflect back to the attacker. Abel's head fell onto the floor, then caved in on itself as a pile of dust. The coffin swung shut. Cain coughed, ran his hands over his own neck and winced. "Good to see you too." Every two days, Abel would leave his coffin and try to kill his brother. Sometimes, Cain talked to the coffin. For two months, this futile attempt at discussion was all they had. Eventually, Abel's anger simmered down enough to allow a question from his lips. "Why, Cain? Why are you here?" "I came to ask for-" Abel did not allow the conversation to continue. This went on for another month. He would ask the same questions again and again, finding himself unable to face any answers. Abel had been a colicky newborn; the only thing that soothed him was his mother's lullabies. So Cain sang as Abel slept. He breathed a soft, haunting melody that dwelt on brighter days. Later, the tattooed man stepped out of the coffin and into the white room. His bare feet made soft padding noises as he stepped towards his older brother, watching him with the patient gaze of a farmer waiting for his crops to fruit. "Why. Why did you do it. Why are you here, now, after killing me and leaving me." He extended arms, pressing them against Cain's clear skin. "Leaving me to these people, with their marks on me, all their marks! Tell me!!" "I was young and jealous. I got older. Time carved its wisdom into me. I'm here now because… because I still love you. Please forgive me, Abel. Everyone we knew as children has left to God's garden." The older brother leaned forwards to pull his sibling into a tight hug. "My beautiful baby brother, it's just us now," he choked out. Abel drew a blade. Clutched the hilt, then let go. He leaned into the embrace, clinging tightly. "It's not fair. It's not fair. You are so untouched. I can't leave a single wound on you." He spoke, soft as moonlight. "And yet look at me. Look at all the things done to me. You used to be my hero, but this… you let this happen to me." "I see it, Abel. I see what I've done. I take full responsibility. I'll earn my title back, if you'll have me. This, I promise with everything I have." Cain swaddled his brother in his arms, rocking him back and forth and stroking his hair. Abel clutched Cain's shirt, his body trembling as he wept. His fingers began to soften and collapse into dust. His brother continued rocking him as he, too, crumbled. By the time their tears reached the floor, they could only wet the dust that remained.
What actually happened to Able (he said 'Killing me and leaving me to these people to leave their marks on me)? Is the term "these people" referring to the SCP foundation?
Weird how God made Cain immortal and invulnerable to ALL damage But Able capable of the extinction of humanity but still punishes Cain for the ONE murder he did out of jealousy but hasn't reacted to ANY of the murders or atrocities that Able has done.
Cain: "Haven't I suffered enough?"
SCP-343: "You literally committed the first murder EVER!"
And decided to punish them well beyond what was needed to what? Make a point for someone else?
@@eyeofthetyger8504 @Eye of the Tyger Well i can think of few things worse than making someone immortal. But unable to till the Earth or eat of it's bounty. Ensuring that you are effectively a wanderer in the world. Unable to settle anywhere or live a normal existence. So consider Cain a living warning.
Murder counts
SCP-073: 1
SCP-076: Countless
No measure of murder should go without punishment, but... Oh! Maybe that's it!
@@RekEStore32 hey man, "God works in mysterious ways"
@@Dave_of_Mordor Yep! And when the SCP Universe gets involved mysterious goes right to "What the!" 😆
Able: I’m going to slice your head clean off!
Cain: Well yes but no.
Better:
Cain: *holds up an Uno reverse card*
Able: [REDACTED]! *falls on the floor and is dead*
@@Dr.C.Shadow Ah yes. U n o
The part where Able says he lived a life of rage and disgrace and that Cain is revered by people around him makes me feel that Able isn’t the murderous psychopath he appears to be. Maybe he wishes to be like Cain, a nice person, but he can’t help his murderous tendencies. He is so engulfed by vengeance that he wants to kill everyone around him. But deep down, he wants to stop killing.
Is that mean Able didn't want to be like this ,right?
According to SCP 076 documentary and what Able said on the video. My theory is ; sumerian witchcraft messed up with him. Woke him up from death. Leaving him the tattoos which made him an immortal murderous machine.
My favourite moment was when able said it’s ableing time and abled all over the place
Humanity is technically a descendant of Cain since Able is dead to produce any children... Therefore, in Able's eyes all humanity is children of Cain and a threat to him, hence why he wants to destroy humanity
No bro able was the good One, Cain killed him and now both are cursed cain Is forced to be good and have only defensive power , and able Is forced to feel this rage and have offensive Powers, they switched role whith the curse
SCP-973 vs SCP-076 😊
Honestly, I feel kind of bad for Able, he had to die by his own brother only to find his second life full of rage whilst his murderer receives endless love.
Yes and also he Just want to take Revenge but he cant cause Cain Is Immortal i feel bad for him
Well, it's hard to love someone when all they want to do is kill you.
Cain: Have i redeemed myself?
343: "Redeemed yourself" you say? I cursed you for eternity because you literally INVENTED MURDER.
343: "Oh, and the offerings of wilted vegetables and half dead lamb. That was total s**t as well."
But what about Able though? He always kills.
@@danahernandez3830 He is the victim in this Situation.
Cursed to be trapped in eternal rage and bloodlust as a reminder for his brother of what he has done to him.
Oh and also as a bit of guilt-trapping.
Kind of like "Cain is responsible for the countless deaths by Ables hands"
I just want Adam to come in and bitch smack 343, forgive Cain and go knock some sense into Abel.
SCP writers, do your thing.
@@danahernandez3830 It was the first murder! God does forgive, but we're talking about the same God who unleashed plagues on Egypt, destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah, and killed an untold millions of people in a flood that was basically the reset button on humanity. Thank Him fatherhood seems to have curbed His wrath on a lot of stuff.
Able is living proof a determined man can hold a grudge forever.
If you were killed by someone you trust and was tortured after "death" into becoming a killing machine. Wouldn't you be holding a grudge against your murderer too?
@@Dave_of_Mordor I suppose so but the thing is this grudge has literally lasted CENTURIES. If the Guiness Book of World Records knew of Able's existence. I think he would have set a record. :/
@@stevengreen9536 "world's longest grudge goes to..."
Isn't it abel?
@@k1ngmeal483 Yes.
I think I heard another version of this story in which Able finally forgave Cain. In the end, they both started to cramble and only the dust of them was left behind
But I really like this story as well and I really like the artsytle!
Jekyll aren: here you go rubber and stretch your extra large Crimson Fatalis Pizza with two large drink orders of dragonberry tea *put the meal and drink on the table* may I suggest not asking how I got that Crimson Fatalis meat for the pizza let's say a crimson Fatalis beaten to death and carved like a cattle
That was SCP Illustrated, look under his "Tearjerkers" Playlist it's there :)
I heard of that one too, I admit I thought this story would be the same, but it is neat to see different outcomes of the same story
@@FoxPhantom21 scp community in a nutshell, thats what makes it so great is that it's all mostly head canon
That's was in another universe of the SCP foundation and there cain and able finally rest in peace.
It's kind of sweet, showing SCP-073 as a kind of Uncle figure to both a fellow SCP and a guard! Which, he actually is, and he's so patient and listens to both of them!
He killed his brother so idk but as an uncle figure
@@AshenedLinkOne You missed the point of his entire character
@@maxholloway8042 the point of his character is to not be like him. Do not tell me what I missed about a fictional series
@@AshenedLinkOne the point is that he changed fundamentally as a person and became a better man. That's what you missed thank you
His personality is cruel to be honest. His remorse is fleeting as he enjoys the company of other's. Meanwhile his victim can only feel pain and kill everyone around him. In a way, Cain is killing everyone Abel kills. Cain has imprisoned Abel in eternal misery. Being nice will never absolve murder. Cain will never find redemption.
This is why these brothers are my favourite SCPs. They are living satires and life lessons to us if you pay attention.
Was there a fight between cain, able and Atanti-ql-Paneu? (682)
*Cain feels guilt*
Able:I DON’T GIVE A [redacted],KEISHA!
he should be worried about making ray ray mad up in here bitch
I like how Cain’s tattoos are blue and Able’s are red, symbolizing the two as opposites.
Really? I would have never imagined that !
opposite of red is green and opposite of blue is orange though
@@diepotatohead I think if Cain was to be the opposite he'd have to be purple, which would be cooler imo.
What a deduction 😒
Like in video games
The animation really has improved,huh?
Amazing as always!
This is "Dormammu, I've come to bargain." all over again
ok this is pure genius
This was a story that was very sad… we don’t know the full story (cause it’s probably got a twist) but in the end Cain accepted the fact that able won’t forgive him. This story was sadder than they usually are especially with Rubber’s art style but at least we got an end(or at least sort of an end).
maybe god will forgive you if we both beg
In this world, consequence cannot bear the harshness of catastrophe. Mistakes are given lighter punishments. Falling stars shoot through the night sky and occasionally grant wishes of observers below. It is a softer place.
The Foundation did not have to suffer from its judgement errors as harshly as in other worlds. Employees worked in relative peace; some even found the time to grant small mercies.
When the Foundation first asked Cain to reunite with his brother, he took three days to decide. On the third day, he agreed on the condition that the only person who could abort the mission would be himself. The Foundation took three more days before agreeing.
Cain settled by the coffin that held his brother in a white room. He didn't know if Abel could hear him in there; maybe Abel was sleeping. The thought made him smile a bit-at least Abel's habit of long naps hadn't changed. Regardless, he spoke his apologies in a language to which they were the sole survivors.
"Say, brother, good morning. Shouldn't you be tending to your sheep? They're all down the hills, scattered. Their children have fled our lands and fill the cliffs as mountain goats, the deserts and savannahs as camels, oryx and antelope. Good morning, good morning brother."
Three minutes later, Abel stepped out of his coffin, drew a blade, and tried to decapitate his brother. Cain did not move to dodge; any wounds delivered to him would simply reflect back to the attacker. Abel's head fell onto the floor, then caved in on itself as a pile of dust. The coffin swung shut.
Cain coughed, ran his hands over his own neck and winced. "Good to see you too."
Every two days, Abel would leave his coffin and try to kill his brother. Sometimes, Cain talked to the coffin. For two months, this futile attempt at discussion was all they had.
Eventually, Abel's anger simmered down enough to allow a question from his lips. "Why, Cain? Why are you here?"
"I came to ask for-"
Abel did not allow the conversation to continue. This went on for another month. He would ask the same questions again and again, finding himself unable to face any answers.
Abel had been a colicky newborn; the only thing that soothed him was his mother's lullabies. So Cain sang as Abel slept. He breathed a soft, haunting melody that dwelt on brighter days.
Later, the tattooed man stepped out of the coffin and into the white room. His bare feet made soft padding noises as he stepped towards his older brother, watching him with the patient gaze of a farmer waiting for his crops to fruit. "Why. Why did you do it. Why are you here, now, after killing me and leaving me." He extended arms, pressing them against Cain's clear skin. "Leaving me to these people, with their marks on me, all their marks! Tell me!!"
"I was young and jealous. I got older. Time carved its wisdom into me. I'm here now because… because I still love you. Please forgive me, Abel. Everyone we knew as children has left to God's garden." The older brother leaned forwards to pull his sibling into a tight hug.
"My beautiful baby brother, it's just us now," he choked out.
Abel drew a blade. Clutched the hilt, then let go. He leaned into the embrace, clinging tightly. "It's not fair. It's not fair. You are so untouched. I can't leave a single wound on you." He spoke, soft as moonlight. "And yet look at me. Look at all the things done to me. You used to be my hero, but this… you let this happen to me."
"I see it, Abel. I see what I've done. I take full responsibility. I'll earn my title back, if you'll have me. This, I promise with everything I have." Cain swaddled his brother in his arms, rocking him back and forth and stroking his hair.
Abel clutched Cain's shirt, his body trembling as he wept. His fingers began to soften and collapse into dust. His brother continued rocking him as he, too, crumbled. By the time their tears reached the floor, they could only wet the dust that remained.
You can give Cain artificial grass
So that way he could do anything he wishes to feel like he’s really is on grass floor and of course giving him artificial fruits and vegetables not to eat but at least you could touch them without them turning to dust.
1:56 I feel like Cain shouldn't have the cybernetics or the mark, since those technically came about because he killed Abel. I don't think they were there before he killed Abel, but I'm not sure. Also feel like Abel maybe shouldn't have the tattoos, even though they look EPIC, because this is a flashback to before they had the curse.
maybe god will forgive you if we both beg
In this world, consequence cannot bear the harshness of catastrophe. Mistakes are given lighter punishments. Falling stars shoot through the night sky and occasionally grant wishes of observers below. It is a softer place.
The Foundation did not have to suffer from its judgement errors as harshly as in other worlds. Employees worked in relative peace; some even found the time to grant small mercies.
When the Foundation first asked Cain to reunite with his brother, he took three days to decide. On the third day, he agreed on the condition that the only person who could abort the mission would be himself. The Foundation took three more days before agreeing.
Cain settled by the coffin that held his brother in a white room. He didn't know if Abel could hear him in there; maybe Abel was sleeping. The thought made him smile a bit-at least Abel's habit of long naps hadn't changed. Regardless, he spoke his apologies in a language to which they were the sole survivors.
"Say, brother, good morning. Shouldn't you be tending to your sheep? They're all down the hills, scattered. Their children have fled our lands and fill the cliffs as mountain goats, the deserts and savannahs as camels, oryx and antelope. Good morning, good morning brother."
Three minutes later, Abel stepped out of his coffin, drew a blade, and tried to decapitate his brother. Cain did not move to dodge; any wounds delivered to him would simply reflect back to the attacker. Abel's head fell onto the floor, then caved in on itself as a pile of dust. The coffin swung shut.
Cain coughed, ran his hands over his own neck and winced. "Good to see you too."
Every two days, Abel would leave his coffin and try to kill his brother. Sometimes, Cain talked to the coffin. For two months, this futile attempt at discussion was all they had.
Eventually, Abel's anger simmered down enough to allow a question from his lips. "Why, Cain? Why are you here?"
"I came to ask for-"
Abel did not allow the conversation to continue. This went on for another month. He would ask the same questions again and again, finding himself unable to face any answers.
Abel had been a colicky newborn; the only thing that soothed him was his mother's lullabies. So Cain sang as Abel slept. He breathed a soft, haunting melody that dwelt on brighter days.
Later, the tattooed man stepped out of the coffin and into the white room. His bare feet made soft padding noises as he stepped towards his older brother, watching him with the patient gaze of a farmer waiting for his crops to fruit. "Why. Why did you do it. Why are you here, now, after killing me and leaving me." He extended arms, pressing them against Cain's clear skin. "Leaving me to these people, with their marks on me, all their marks! Tell me!!"
"I was young and jealous. I got older. Time carved its wisdom into me. I'm here now because… because I still love you. Please forgive me, Abel. Everyone we knew as children has left to God's garden." The older brother leaned forwards to pull his sibling into a tight hug.
"My beautiful baby brother, it's just us now," he choked out.
Abel drew a blade. Clutched the hilt, then let go. He leaned into the embrace, clinging tightly. "It's not fair. It's not fair. You are so untouched. I can't leave a single wound on you." He spoke, soft as moonlight. "And yet look at me. Look at all the things done to me. You used to be my hero, but this… you let this happen to me."
"I see it, Abel. I see what I've done. I take full responsibility. I'll earn my title back, if you'll have me. This, I promise with everything I have." Cain swaddled his brother in his arms, rocking him back and forth and stroking his hair.
Abel clutched Cain's shirt, his body trembling as he wept. His fingers began to soften and collapse into dust. His brother continued rocking him as he, too, crumbled. By the time their tears reached the floor, they could only wet the dust that remained.
@@mahadinatafakhriyusuf7453 Okay then...
@@mahadinatafakhriyusuf7453 you just woke up and chose violence today haven't you LOL not to mention severe emotional damage🤣
I know I’m late, but I think the reason for that is that Cain claims he had those cybernetic arms as long as he can remember.
@@Alphaterm1457 ohhh, ok
I can see why Able is mad, it's almost like CC and Michael Afton
Is this a fnaf thing? I recognize Michael Afton pretty sure. Who is CC?
@@matthewgoodson9275 the crying child or evan
Thank you
@@matthewgoodson9275 Chris Afton
@@lifakhan6067 evan afton
I always thought of them as brothers. And since they’re immortal, it had me wondering if their Mother and Father are immortal, alive somewhere out there….
Well one they are cain and abel and 2 they are very specific circumstances
I recommend checking out SCP-4840, it features of Adam, Seth, Cain, and Abel
No belly button = Adam/Eve
I mean they are literally brothers. They're a reference to the biblical figures, whose origins stories are of the exact same circumstances. I don't imagine Adam and Eve are immortal in this variation, because Cain was cursed to walk the barren earth with any harm which befell him being reflected onto the attacker. Abel lives because Cain lives
Cain: Brother, I'm here to ask for your forgiveness...
Able: *Autistic angry sword screams*
😆
To be honest, I feel like Cain is experiencing hell but in earth cus normally killers like him would go to hell once they died so maybe he’s just experiencing what a killer would have experienced in hell
Immortal is both a blessing and a curse, that's why God gave him that ability, as an eternal punishment for murdering his brother.
I find it ironic, for those who've read the Bible, the story of the brothers Cain and Able has Able being good and Cain being bad and killing Able. This story is basically like an extended happy ending of the biblical one
I’m crying with tears when Abel and Cain were crying
"Cain was still able to hum the soft haunting melodies of his mother"
Cain: *IM A SCATMAN*
I seriously haven't visited TheRubber for...... 2 years???? Idk I forgot. Good to be back to my place :D
Same lmao
Welcome back
SRSLY, TF HAVE I MISSED
*Alot*
"Only time can heal all wounds...if you let it"
in our universe, Cain doesn’t regret what he has done
how do we know if he regrets his action or not? if the world stop fighting, does it mean he regret it?
@@Dave_of_Mordor well you can see him deceiving people though
@@JadeKitsuneuwu what you mean by "see him deceiving people"?
@@Dave_of_Mordor well he lies and deceives many people, making them join his side, against God because Cain hates God himself in the Bible, he wants revenge
We don't know that...
The Cain and Able Story will always be my favorite in the SCP Foundation
Giving me Dante vs Vergil vibes.
able: "let me cut ur neck!"
cain: "... brother it is impossible remember. "
but im able.. and you cain not!
@@jendoi bruh-
Wow,your animation skills are improved exponentially.
I bet Cain's curse can only be released once he learns to forgive himself.
This is now my favorite SCP story.
It's ironic that the first murderer Cain is such a sweetheart while Able is such a psycho. I mean Able has killed far more people than Cain ever did.
I just *know* that Dr. Bright was there during all the times Cain visited Able and had the time of his life.
(Able is the cause of Brights curse after all.)
Ah yes, Cain visited himself.
@@rejoicingfakepriest201 crap.
@@Dr.C.Shadow Also what do you mean Able is the cause of Bright's Curse?
@@rejoicingfakepriest201 Able is the reason for Bright's immortality.
@@Dr.C.Shadow So... the coffin and the necklace is connected?
Hi! I don't know if you take requests for SCP tales to animate, but i think a story about the tale Da Capo al Fine or Sisters would look pretty cool since it's a good good read. Thanks!
12834Tumbling brook Ln Woodbridge VA for a min to do it and the will of God is going out to the point of the game that
1 and the other one I had was the first one to get me mill to work in and the other one I was going through
SCP-076 and the will get it to u soon as well which are optional to wear and I will work at least one day and get a new one on Friday
I haven't watch this channel for months glad too see it's improving
Huh why is the animation changing? Compare this to the last one, there's definitely a huge difference in animation and art style.
Because Dustin Porter hired a new animator.
Upgrade People Upgrade
This might have been animated before that video.
Okay, so we’re all familiar with Cain’s reflection of damage, so what exactly would happen with [When Daybreaks] would he be immune? Or become goo like the others? Or even melt the sun?
"I can't erase the bad things I've done, they're a part of me. All I can do, is do better. If he forgives me not, that is not within my control. I've made peace with that. I will do better."
you know that is a good mindset to have if you are a regular person, but if you're a murderer, I hope you never have this kind of mindset
I'm amazed of how these two are actually from the bible and they mixed it up from cain killing abel to abel becoming evil and killing cain.
maybe god will forgive you if we both beg
In this world, consequence cannot bear the harshness of catastrophe. Mistakes are given lighter punishments. Falling stars shoot through the night sky and occasionally grant wishes of observers below. It is a softer place.
The Foundation did not have to suffer from its judgement errors as harshly as in other worlds. Employees worked in relative peace; some even found the time to grant small mercies.
When the Foundation first asked Cain to reunite with his brother, he took three days to decide. On the third day, he agreed on the condition that the only person who could abort the mission would be himself. The Foundation took three more days before agreeing.
Cain settled by the coffin that held his brother in a white room. He didn't know if Abel could hear him in there; maybe Abel was sleeping. The thought made him smile a bit-at least Abel's habit of long naps hadn't changed. Regardless, he spoke his apologies in a language to which they were the sole survivors.
"Say, brother, good morning. Shouldn't you be tending to your sheep? They're all down the hills, scattered. Their children have fled our lands and fill the cliffs as mountain goats, the deserts and savannahs as camels, oryx and antelope. Good morning, good morning brother."
Three minutes later, Abel stepped out of his coffin, drew a blade, and tried to decapitate his brother. Cain did not move to dodge; any wounds delivered to him would simply reflect back to the attacker. Abel's head fell onto the floor, then caved in on itself as a pile of dust. The coffin swung shut.
Cain coughed, ran his hands over his own neck and winced. "Good to see you too."
Every two days, Abel would leave his coffin and try to kill his brother. Sometimes, Cain talked to the coffin. For two months, this futile attempt at discussion was all they had.
Eventually, Abel's anger simmered down enough to allow a question from his lips. "Why, Cain? Why are you here?"
"I came to ask for-"
Abel did not allow the conversation to continue. This went on for another month. He would ask the same questions again and again, finding himself unable to face any answers.
Abel had been a colicky newborn; the only thing that soothed him was his mother's lullabies. So Cain sang as Abel slept. He breathed a soft, haunting melody that dwelt on brighter days.
Later, the tattooed man stepped out of the coffin and into the white room. His bare feet made soft padding noises as he stepped towards his older brother, watching him with the patient gaze of a farmer waiting for his crops to fruit. "Why. Why did you do it. Why are you here, now, after killing me and leaving me." He extended arms, pressing them against Cain's clear skin. "Leaving me to these people, with their marks on me, all their marks! Tell me!!"
"I was young and jealous. I got older. Time carved its wisdom into me. I'm here now because… because I still love you. Please forgive me, Abel. Everyone we knew as children has left to God's garden." The older brother leaned forwards to pull his sibling into a tight hug.
"My beautiful baby brother, it's just us now," he choked out.
Abel drew a blade. Clutched the hilt, then let go. He leaned into the embrace, clinging tightly. "It's not fair. It's not fair. You are so untouched. I can't leave a single wound on you." He spoke, soft as moonlight. "And yet look at me. Look at all the things done to me. You used to be my hero, but this… you let this happen to me."
"I see it, Abel. I see what I've done. I take full responsibility. I'll earn my title back, if you'll have me. This, I promise with everything I have." Cain swaddled his brother in his arms, rocking him back and forth and stroking his hair.
Abel clutched Cain's shirt, his body trembling as he wept. His fingers began to soften and collapse into dust. His brother continued rocking him as he, too, crumbled. By the time their tears reached the floor, they could only wet the dust that remained.
this is a true story 👍
Cain & Abel ~ Ying & Yang ~ One or thee Other ~ Attack & Defend. Can’t have one fully functional without thee other, Life & Death. As all things should be, whole.
SCP Agent: Hey Cain, instead of wasting time around the facility, you could help us with dangerous missions.
Cain: Maybe later, right now I'm going to apologize to my brother again.
SCP Agent: 😠
The opposites between yin and yang I see one being kind and peaceful and the other being raging and destructive yet each one shares the pain together
doesnt the foundation have some spare family counselor they can lend to these two?
Cain: "Please forgive me!"
Able: "Peace was never an option!"
Cain: Ah, sheep, here we go again... "Sigh"
We need scp 343 in here!
We need that one among us scp in here
@@istvanmolnar1697 I wonder what would happen if 343 was mixed into the fight
Nice
@@Skibidivm_Latrinae I don't mean he would fight! I mean if he finally brings peace instead of the original "amnestics to Able" solution! I wonder what could've been!
I thought Able Died?
Did he Reancarnated Again?
And most important of all
WHY DO I HEAR GIORNO THEME?!
Also the straight up audacity of this man (cain). If he doesn’t forgive me then I have done my part.
Bro, you killed him and made him cursed. This isn’t like you ate the last pizza slice in the fridge lmao.
You eat the last slice of pizza, you can just go buy a fresh one and the apology is guaranteed.
You stab a man in the back, the least you're guaranteed is a punch to the face right back...
I honestly dislike the story where they forgive eachother and both pass away to dust. I like where Able forgets his rage and search’s for Cain and when they finally meet they go back to being brothers and able ages naturally before passing away one final time I don’t know it feels sweeter I suppose
i think that the writing and symbols on able could be a curse possibly? cain has some drawings and patterns but not any of the " demonic " symbols on able. able envys cain for being loved and cared for while able is killed every time he leaves 073-1 either by being drowned or having his head blown off with a bomb collar if he gave into the vengeful will on him. possibly even getting worse the longer he doesint kill? ( like how he killed his team members after a long time but wanting the people he respected to die in a fair fight of strength. the members on his team ( like the blonde girl ) having bested him and earned his respect. so it seems like possibly he can only go so long before killing becomes his instinct with no sort of way to fight it
I was amused by the fact that he mentions that his brother is still very sleepy
Cain must be a special kind of stupid.
Cain: "Death? What kind of sleep is that?!"
Abel: "The bad kind."
Cain: "Sorry. Hug?"
Abel: "F**K YOU!"
Cain: "Whudd I do?"
Able: I don't want peace, I WANT PROBLEMS!
immortality isn’t very nice as people think, you see your friends die as you stand there in front of their graves, it’s a loop and you’ll be lonely until the loop continues again
5:50 OH GOD, MY HEART 😢
10:48 STOPPPPPP 😭
I have never been so excited about a video before💯
I know right!?
Cain is heckin adorable in these stories.
Does she lose every game by missing a mate in 1? She has no future in chess! x)
"SCP-073 vs SCP-076-2"
Me: Welp, this is the end of the world, Bright... 😀
I'm going to mention that Able has not noticed that he has been doing {out of rage} the same sin his brother did in the past to him；Murder。
You guys have to remember that Cain was the first person to murder someone, and able was the first person to die
The humming is always on key
Able Curse:Killing all plant life inculding grass
Discord Mod:Jackpot.
This story kind of Maid me tear up a bit, Cain just wants to be forgivin for what he did, but able didn’t accept his forgiveness
2:55 Jack Bright has never seen such bullshit before.
I was waiting for this fight for a long time
Aw, it’s so cute when brothers playfight
Wonder what would happen if these two got stuck in a room with 343 together... probably a lot of broken furniture
if you dot know scp 343 is also know as god
@@fachrihakimaziz6143 I’m aware, just would be an interesting idea imo
Their parents were dead before Cain killed Able, their mother dying when Able was born and then their father dying from illness. Cain got caught up in rage and murdered Able, bringing him to God as an offering but then he realized what he did and asked God to reverse it, he did but then Able killed Cain then God revived Cain again. Shortened up story of their past, via the intro since that's definitely not what happened.
This is sad but still amzing as always hope they repair they relationship soon
DA BIG FIGHT!!!!!! i feel so sorry for cain 😢
Why? Have you not read the actual story of Cain and Abel?
@@ashleyr6809 no i have not
@@ashleyr6809 He did it because he was Able to do it hehehe get it
@@russellbranch3208 Wait, how? Anyway, Cain killed Able out of jealousy for god favoring his sacrifice over Able's.
It's why SCP made them a nice paradox because you got the redeemed, kind killer everybody likes and a vengeful victim everybody fears.
@@russellbranch3208 then go read about them in the Book of Genesis. You won't feel sorry him then.
Very nice vid! Keep up the good work! 😌
Able: WHY WONT YOU DIE!
Cain: Nanomachines Son.
Senator Cain
what is nanomachines son. i use a Laptop and there no question mark on keyboard
Cain is such a Genshin impact player:
Cant touch any grass
Love being in company of underaged children
maybe god will forgive you if we both beg
In this world, consequence cannot bear the harshness of catastrophe. Mistakes are given lighter punishments. Falling stars shoot through the night sky and occasionally grant wishes of observers below. It is a softer place.
The Foundation did not have to suffer from its judgement errors as harshly as in other worlds. Employees worked in relative peace; some even found the time to grant small mercies.
When the Foundation first asked Cain to reunite with his brother, he took three days to decide. On the third day, he agreed on the condition that the only person who could abort the mission would be himself. The Foundation took three more days before agreeing.
Cain settled by the coffin that held his brother in a white room. He didn't know if Abel could hear him in there; maybe Abel was sleeping. The thought made him smile a bit-at least Abel's habit of long naps hadn't changed. Regardless, he spoke his apologies in a language to which they were the sole survivors.
"Say, brother, good morning. Shouldn't you be tending to your sheep? They're all down the hills, scattered. Their children have fled our lands and fill the cliffs as mountain goats, the deserts and savannahs as camels, oryx and antelope. Good morning, good morning brother."
Three minutes later, Abel stepped out of his coffin, drew a blade, and tried to decapitate his brother. Cain did not move to dodge; any wounds delivered to him would simply reflect back to the attacker. Abel's head fell onto the floor, then caved in on itself as a pile of dust. The coffin swung shut.
Cain coughed, ran his hands over his own neck and winced. "Good to see you too."
Every two days, Abel would leave his coffin and try to kill his brother. Sometimes, Cain talked to the coffin. For two months, this futile attempt at discussion was all they had.
Eventually, Abel's anger simmered down enough to allow a question from his lips. "Why, Cain? Why are you here?"
"I came to ask for-"
Abel did not allow the conversation to continue. This went on for another month. He would ask the same questions again and again, finding himself unable to face any answers.
Abel had been a colicky newborn; the only thing that soothed him was his mother's lullabies. So Cain sang as Abel slept. He breathed a soft, haunting melody that dwelt on brighter days.
Later, the tattooed man stepped out of the coffin and into the white room. His bare feet made soft padding noises as he stepped towards his older brother, watching him with the patient gaze of a farmer waiting for his crops to fruit. "Why. Why did you do it. Why are you here, now, after killing me and leaving me." He extended arms, pressing them against Cain's clear skin. "Leaving me to these people, with their marks on me, all their marks! Tell me!!"
"I was young and jealous. I got older. Time carved its wisdom into me. I'm here now because… because I still love you. Please forgive me, Abel. Everyone we knew as children has left to God's garden." The older brother leaned forwards to pull his sibling into a tight hug.
"My beautiful baby brother, it's just us now," he choked out.
Abel drew a blade. Clutched the hilt, then let go. He leaned into the embrace, clinging tightly. "It's not fair. It's not fair. You are so untouched. I can't leave a single wound on you." He spoke, soft as moonlight. "And yet look at me. Look at all the things done to me. You used to be my hero, but this… you let this happen to me."
"I see it, Abel. I see what I've done. I take full responsibility. I'll earn my title back, if you'll have me. This, I promise with everything I have." Cain swaddled his brother in his arms, rocking him back and forth and stroking his hair.
Abel clutched Cain's shirt, his body trembling as he wept. His fingers began to soften and collapse into dust. His brother continued rocking him as he, too, crumbled. By the time their tears reached the floor, they could only wet the dust that remained.
I am a genshin player too can confirm I warn minors about dangers of online chatting some of us just want fictional waifus man
Yeah! New episode!
maybe god will forgive you if we both beg
In this world, consequence cannot bear the harshness of catastrophe. Mistakes are given lighter punishments. Falling stars shoot through the night sky and occasionally grant wishes of observers below. It is a softer place.
The Foundation did not have to suffer from its judgement errors as harshly as in other worlds. Employees worked in relative peace; some even found the time to grant small mercies.
When the Foundation first asked Cain to reunite with his brother, he took three days to decide. On the third day, he agreed on the condition that the only person who could abort the mission would be himself. The Foundation took three more days before agreeing.
Cain settled by the coffin that held his brother in a white room. He didn't know if Abel could hear him in there; maybe Abel was sleeping. The thought made him smile a bit-at least Abel's habit of long naps hadn't changed. Regardless, he spoke his apologies in a language to which they were the sole survivors.
"Say, brother, good morning. Shouldn't you be tending to your sheep? They're all down the hills, scattered. Their children have fled our lands and fill the cliffs as mountain goats, the deserts and savannahs as camels, oryx and antelope. Good morning, good morning brother."
Three minutes later, Abel stepped out of his coffin, drew a blade, and tried to decapitate his brother. Cain did not move to dodge; any wounds delivered to him would simply reflect back to the attacker. Abel's head fell onto the floor, then caved in on itself as a pile of dust. The coffin swung shut.
Cain coughed, ran his hands over his own neck and winced. "Good to see you too."
Every two days, Abel would leave his coffin and try to kill his brother. Sometimes, Cain talked to the coffin. For two months, this futile attempt at discussion was all they had.
Eventually, Abel's anger simmered down enough to allow a question from his lips. "Why, Cain? Why are you here?"
"I came to ask for-"
Abel did not allow the conversation to continue. This went on for another month. He would ask the same questions again and again, finding himself unable to face any answers.
Abel had been a colicky newborn; the only thing that soothed him was his mother's lullabies. So Cain sang as Abel slept. He breathed a soft, haunting melody that dwelt on brighter days.
Later, the tattooed man stepped out of the coffin and into the white room. His bare feet made soft padding noises as he stepped towards his older brother, watching him with the patient gaze of a farmer waiting for his crops to fruit. "Why. Why did you do it. Why are you here, now, after killing me and leaving me." He extended arms, pressing them against Cain's clear skin. "Leaving me to these people, with their marks on me, all their marks! Tell me!!"
"I was young and jealous. I got older. Time carved its wisdom into me. I'm here now because… because I still love you. Please forgive me, Abel. Everyone we knew as children has left to God's garden." The older brother leaned forwards to pull his sibling into a tight hug.
"My beautiful baby brother, it's just us now," he choked out.
Abel drew a blade. Clutched the hilt, then let go. He leaned into the embrace, clinging tightly. "It's not fair. It's not fair. You are so untouched. I can't leave a single wound on you." He spoke, soft as moonlight. "And yet look at me. Look at all the things done to me. You used to be my hero, but this… you let this happen to me."
"I see it, Abel. I see what I've done. I take full responsibility. I'll earn my title back, if you'll have me. This, I promise with everything I have." Cain swaddled his brother in his arms, rocking him back and forth and stroking his hair.
Abel clutched Cain's shirt, his body trembling as he wept. His fingers began to soften and collapse into dust. His brother continued rocking him as he, too, crumbled. By the time their tears reached the floor, they could only wet the dust that remained.
I know I'm a bit late but love the new art style, miss the simplistic style though. I don't know nostalgia maybe but the new style is amazing too
Wat
able: i am going to obliterate you. i will never forgive you
cain: la la la la la la
Aww this is so sweetooz 🎀💕💖🍭 Thank uuu Rubber for another great video! 😁🐰
Cain literally never said his feelings in depth. In that sense complicated was needed. If the person who I looked up to killed me and got to live the life and all he could say was “ i WaS jEaLoUs Of YoU” I’d be pretty miffed too. I like Cain but he in and of himself is unfair in that he can’t even articulate how he felt and how what he did led to his own suffering. He was a piece of work that took lifetimes to come to terms with his own selfish and ugly nature. He could never bring back their simple peaceful life but that doesn’t mean they can’t start over and become something better from all of their pain and trauma
Imagine this with Metal Gear Solid Revengence "There will be bloodshed" music in this battle
Dr. Bright would probably play that song while they fight
THE ONLY THING I KNOW FOR REAL
THE ANIMATION MATCHES THE THUMBNAIL!!!!!!!!!!!
been waiting for thiss
maybe god will forgive you if we both beg
In this world, consequence cannot bear the harshness of catastrophe. Mistakes are given lighter punishments. Falling stars shoot through the night sky and occasionally grant wishes of observers below. It is a softer place.
The Foundation did not have to suffer from its judgement errors as harshly as in other worlds. Employees worked in relative peace; some even found the time to grant small mercies.
When the Foundation first asked Cain to reunite with his brother, he took three days to decide. On the third day, he agreed on the condition that the only person who could abort the mission would be himself. The Foundation took three more days before agreeing.
Cain settled by the coffin that held his brother in a white room. He didn't know if Abel could hear him in there; maybe Abel was sleeping. The thought made him smile a bit-at least Abel's habit of long naps hadn't changed. Regardless, he spoke his apologies in a language to which they were the sole survivors.
"Say, brother, good morning. Shouldn't you be tending to your sheep? They're all down the hills, scattered. Their children have fled our lands and fill the cliffs as mountain goats, the deserts and savannahs as camels, oryx and antelope. Good morning, good morning brother."
Three minutes later, Abel stepped out of his coffin, drew a blade, and tried to decapitate his brother. Cain did not move to dodge; any wounds delivered to him would simply reflect back to the attacker. Abel's head fell onto the floor, then caved in on itself as a pile of dust. The coffin swung shut.
Cain coughed, ran his hands over his own neck and winced. "Good to see you too."
Every two days, Abel would leave his coffin and try to kill his brother. Sometimes, Cain talked to the coffin. For two months, this futile attempt at discussion was all they had.
Eventually, Abel's anger simmered down enough to allow a question from his lips. "Why, Cain? Why are you here?"
"I came to ask for-"
Abel did not allow the conversation to continue. This went on for another month. He would ask the same questions again and again, finding himself unable to face any answers.
Abel had been a colicky newborn; the only thing that soothed him was his mother's lullabies. So Cain sang as Abel slept. He breathed a soft, haunting melody that dwelt on brighter days.
Later, the tattooed man stepped out of the coffin and into the white room. His bare feet made soft padding noises as he stepped towards his older brother, watching him with the patient gaze of a farmer waiting for his crops to fruit. "Why. Why did you do it. Why are you here, now, after killing me and leaving me." He extended arms, pressing them against Cain's clear skin. "Leaving me to these people, with their marks on me, all their marks! Tell me!!"
"I was young and jealous. I got older. Time carved its wisdom into me. I'm here now because… because I still love you. Please forgive me, Abel. Everyone we knew as children has left to God's garden." The older brother leaned forwards to pull his sibling into a tight hug.
"My beautiful baby brother, it's just us now," he choked out.
Abel drew a blade. Clutched the hilt, then let go. He leaned into the embrace, clinging tightly. "It's not fair. It's not fair. You are so untouched. I can't leave a single wound on you." He spoke, soft as moonlight. "And yet look at me. Look at all the things done to me. You used to be my hero, but this… you let this happen to me."
"I see it, Abel. I see what I've done. I take full responsibility. I'll earn my title back, if you'll have me. This, I promise with everything I have." Cain swaddled his brother in his arms, rocking him back and forth and stroking his hair.
Abel clutched Cain's shirt, his body trembling as he wept. His fingers began to soften and collapse into dust. His brother continued rocking him as he, too, crumbled. By the time their tears reached the floor, they could only wet the dust that remained.
All he ever wanted was some forgiveness and a little brotherly love
What actually happened to Able (he said 'Killing me and leaving me to these people to leave their marks on me)? Is the term "these people" referring to the SCP foundation?
The ignorance and naivety of the personnel to the story of Cain and Able is annoying
Best scp tuber??
It wouldn’t be hard to understand able he has his reasoning
Love Able. ❤️
He handsome
Weird how God made Cain immortal and invulnerable to ALL damage
But Able capable of the extinction of humanity but still punishes Cain for the ONE murder he did out of jealousy but hasn't reacted to ANY of the murders or atrocities that Able has done.
Okay you should do more of these. Don't overdo it with them though.
*"I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE WHEN YOU WALKED IN"*
Stop simping for 076 or draw 25
TheRubber- draws 25
I think that the hatred that scp-076-2 always towards people is because technically we are descendants of his brother scp-073
He is so cute able, but I love you Cain too!
Cain + able
=
✨cAbLe✨
I’m crying what is this
THERE NEEDS TO BE FUCKING JUSTICE FOR ABLE!!?
NO JUSTICE NO PEACE,
Woah now scp story how nice 👍
Ahh yes. The fight of the brothers.
Wohoo! New video!!
Your art style is so cool :)
Oh my God i didn't expect that
Man i would love if the rubber did Ouroboros cycle