Halo's Most Terrifying Lore

[@HiddenXperia]

Happy Halloween friendos! Enjoy some seriously M Rated Halo to celebrate :)

[@djashovel]

Here's a fun Halloween Suggestion Could master chief defeat the brethren moons from dead space

[@LordDagovere]

ty for this

[@Chaz-p8d]

thanks

[@djashovel]

​@LordDagovere Nice to see you here 😊 And since you're a fan of halo How about do Some cross over videos with halo and star wars I know that would be interesting ( I've always loved different Factions from different franchises interacting with each other)

[@LordDagovere]

@@djashovel haha yea i recognize you from the comments fam. I only obsess over Star Wars, Pokemon, Halo and LOTR. HiddenXperia is the best lore channel out there by far.

[@slick604.]

The True halo horror story was the Goddamn TV show

[@RAJi7945]

Damn straight

[@Orieth1031]

Seeing master cheeks is something I would not wish on my worst enemy

[@lukeskywalkerthe2nd773]

@slick604 Indeed! The only thing more horrifying than the Flood itself is that show!

[@thebreadman1144]

LMAOOOO

[@saltofthe__artstudios]

Amen to that 😂💀

[@TheSsjJoker]

when talking about Creepy stuff in Halo, The Flood will always be number 1, 11/10 in the creep factor

[@petthedai1599]

I know a Creeper VGame pathogen it is called HO213

[@petthedai1599]

Not as strong as the flood but deffinitely creeper

[@A.rtificial-I.nclusion]

They are really good at creeping!

[@TheSsjJoker]

@@A.rtificial-I.nclusion I’m sorry but you just gave me a mental image of a flood spore dancing to the “Creeper Aww man” Minecraft song🤦‍♂️ 🤣

[@dontnohalo2100]

I was your 117th like

[@LaperLarden]

Halo's most terrifying story..? That the TV show got approved.

[@efrain223]

2nd most terrifying story..? That the TV show got a second season..

[@aldodival4612]

we are talking about terrifying not depressing

[@HiddenXperia]

Halo has Brute prisoner camps, horrific Flood body horror, psychological torture inflicted by the Flood and the Endless But nothing comes even close to watching Chief strip down to his natural undersuit and get it on with a human member of the Covenant

[@briangarner3761]

It was average and I'm only disappointed that the show ended so I wasted my time watching it

[@bgcvetan]

Dude! Kids may watch this video. You can't traumatize people out of nowhere like that.

[@explorantbias4209]

Me opening KZbin a minute ago: 'That stench, I've smelled it before'

[@darthrevan5609]

One single missed reference could destroy a comment thread.

[@burmecian123]

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[@Kizuki-0117]

​@@darthrevan5609 Where it not for @explorantbias4209's counsel, I would have glassed your entire comment section.

[@rayhayden2289]

I smell a smelly smell, a smelly smell that smells… smelly

[@SpartanJerome092]

What is it more brutes Worse

[@CoffeeCrowgasm]

Now do wholesome moments in halo lore Like when Chief ran into his old childhood friend in New Mombasa, he recognized her but of course she did not, but still had a photo of the two of them as kids

[@SwampLad1019]

I second this

[@mjpraetorian4386]

Thirded

[@MatthewHerbert1997]

Where is this mentioned? I'm curious about that

[@punishedvenomsnake716]

@@MatthewHerbert1997 A short story called Palace Hotel from Halo Evolutions. Chief remembers her at the end of the story after he punched through to reunite with local forces in New Mombasa and she's the commanding officer. Very cool stuff.

[@michelmanno8244]

​@@punishedvenomsnake716 Does she end up knowing it was him?

[@spartan-6364]

Your narration of Hunger was really well voiced, especially with the Marine’s distress and the voice filter for the Flood voice

[@HiddenXperia]

Ayyy thank you

[@leviblackwell7997]

You know, maybe cortana did us a huge favor with the Brutes homeworld. I knew the brutes were vile and awful but gawd damn bro

[@bromodragone8405]

So, the first story is one of Johnson's men. It's not Jenkins. So that just leaves Mendoza, Bisenti, Riley or Kappus.

[@aaronthe747fan]

But medoza is the person cheif finds

[@bromodragone8405]

@@aaronthe747fan No, that's someone else. He mentions Mendoza being "gone".

[@houselightkell]

I thought it was Jacob Keyes the whole time.

[@bromodragone8405]

@@houselightkell Captain Keyes doesn't have a lover named Anna or a son named Paul.

[@Pharis111]

In the book, Master chief is attacked by a flood form that is wearing Mendoza's dog tag that master chief shot 3 times in the chest with a shotgun to put it down (yeah, if you ever wonder how fucked it is to fight lore accurate flood, a normal human combat form took 3 near point blank blast with a shotgun to put down). So can't be Mendoza.

[@jtbonilla7745]

Soma the painter is my favorite as well. It's just so haunting how serene the scene is, with just a small blip of something that would destroy the forerunners indefinitely.

[@davidlozano4507]

"I am the last of those your kind rose up against and ruthlessly destroyed. I am the last Precursor. And our answer is at hand." - The Primordial speaking to the Didact at Charum Hakkor.

[@KRawatXP2003]

The true horror of Halo when you're doing a LASO and a small blue burning sun falls on your feet.

[@AirionaFrost]

Is it a spider?! Get it off!

[@punishedvenomsnake716]

Halo should reintroduce its horror vibes after the CE Remake, the Eldritch terror of the Flood has been so underused sincr Halo 3. "Saturn Devouring His Son" (Holy shit, has it been a year since it came out?) was sick, we just need to translate this type of content to game media.

[@CommissarChaotic]

Just really really hate how Anniversary panned out, especially for the Flood sections... And so those who are new to the franchise would usually think oh Anniversary has better graphics so they just stay on that one which just sucks for first impressions...

[@punishedvenomsnake716]

@@CommissarChaotic Yeah, CEA was such a letdown for the fans. I really liked how you could switch between OG and the new graphics but that only showed the massive artistic divergence between the two. Without a doubt, the weakest place for a budding Halo fan to start with (after Halo 5). That said, really hoping that they stay true to the OG this time and based on the concept art we've seen, it looks like they're focusing on that :)

[@scoliosisking6143]

343 Guilty Spark (the level) is a masterclass in horror storytelling.

[@Tk--cp9xw]

That level genuinely gave me anxiety even playing with my brother on co-op it was anxiety-inducing.

[@RobertHillard-xw7xd]

Yes legendary runs with my bro. Rip Ryan Radford. ​@@Tk--cp9xw

[@Jedi_Spartan]

The first story very much seems like it inspired some of the Flood parts of the Flood Spartan Waypoint Chronicle (similar to how the Knight Tilson Chronicle reminded me of the 'Ghost In The Machine' Cyberman short story).

[@zvolchen117]

I'd love a Clone Wars/Arcane style Halo show...I sort of don't think live action can happen.

[@burmecian123]

Hunger. Searching. Searching. Hunger. Searching. Itchy. Tasty.

[@lukeskywalkerthe2nd773]

Ya know, a Flood horror game is already long overdue for Halo, but "Stomping on the Heels of a Fuss" very much makes me think of how cool and scary it would be to also have a Halo horror game from the perspective of a civilian during a Covenant invasion of one of the colonies during the war. How terrifying it would be to have to have to run away and hide from Brutes and Elites and even Grunts knowing you very much can't fight them and are reminded that they are MUCH more imposing than the games where you play as a 7 ft tall super soldier give them credit for. ODST already did this to some extent but at least you're still a soldier (most elite soldier apart from the Spartans themselves especially) who can defend himself, it would be even scarier as a regular civilian!

[@ItsButterBean1020]

Hundred percent, especially considering how races like Brutes and Jackals often fed on the Humans they hunted

[@JamesTDG]

The main issue is that the brutal brute depiction is going to be more work to handle than doing mona lisa

[@SleepyKurisu]

I love how at the beginning of the video Xperia put little effort into his voice acting of the flood infected marine but then each time the infection itself started to speak its tone of voice and eeriness it created hard carried/mixed with Xperia's voice in a way making the narration carry a sense of dread also regarding the brutes leaving human remains via bones scattered around the camp it made me think of a head canon that as naturally skilled hunters the brutes used the sounds of the human prisoners running across and shattering their comrades skeltal remains to locate them

[@monstrospotatoes8484]

Back when I listened to Saturn Devouring its son, I kinda thought how the flood narration sounded was a retcon, similar to what they did with keymind forms. But after hearing the Hunger story, I realize that that was always how the flood were envisioned.

[@onieyoh9478]

Brute eating human ain't cannibalism, it's gross but not cannibalism.

[@D00MMAST3R]

Knowing brutes, they probably ate each other too Edit: yeah the same story says they've eaten each other too

[@rhamby3470]

He says that it technically isnt

[@Ecarlsjr]

I think he was talking about the fact that brutes would feed the humans human flesh

[@grimreminder5038]

What haven't the Brutes eaten?

[@MrRoyVega]

@@grimreminder5038probably mexican food. Nobody can be that vile after mexican food

[@John.S92]

"hunger, mate, comfort, searching, mate, tired, comfort, mate, hunger, searching, searching, mate"

[@MasterJohnHaloChief117]

I like how the flood stories translate the horror of the movie Aliens really well.

[@SamSCUBA-z3x]

11:27 Honestly has become a Chanel tradition to bring up the Mona Lisa any time the flood is mentioned (not complaining)

[@jimbothegymbro7086]

I'd watch a whole series style like the mona lisa but it's aboard high charity during the outbreak

[@slicer940]

If that 2nd story is cannon than that confirms there’s absolutely no way chief is responsible for deactivating the security systems. This confirms the outbreak is well underway before the Autumn and its crew even discover the halo.

[@darkseasoning9966]

This puts some context to Johnsons line in halo 3 "those apes aint much for mercy chief, we both know what they do to prisoners."

[@josiahnunley2910]

1:00-1:02 “When I see what I want I'm going to take it If it's against the law, you can bet I'll break it My need to feed gives me the will to survive I gotta find it fast to keep me alive I can't believe my... Hunger I want it so bad I can taste it It drives me mad to see it wasted When I need it so bad that it's burning me…”

[@victortang7610]

Don't forget about the Halo Waypoint short named Saturn devours his son, which brought back the terrifying nature of The Flood.

[@TheMochaExpress5359]

The ultimate horror, an infected spartan

[@j.p3289]

2:15 i feel like this is how my dog thinks.

[@MasterCheeksOfficial]

Weird, this isn’t a video covering the extinction of playable elites and free colour customisation

[@RadleysGaming]

Damn happy to see you here

[@RadleysGaming]

Damn happy to see you here

[@RadleysGaming]

Damn happy to see you here

[@Bromaster]

OH WE EATIN GOOD TONIGHT BOYS

[@ReiMari12]

The Brutes would agree.

[@RAJi7945]

No thanks I'm not eating tonight

[@CommissarChaotic]

HUNGER. BECOME.

[@observingeye9579]

the flood, gotta love em

[@gadrielvanorion9872]

after the borderlands movie i would not give eli roth halo without a fight to the death first

[@user-dj6tf1ql8n]

Imagine if instead of the horror attempt that was the halo tv show we got a properly funded movie of the Mona Lisa story

[@Disconextx]

0:19 "They weren't exclusively horror" you finna tell me not all of halo was scary?

[@devengurb666]

Chief and Arby having a cookout: am I a joke to you?

[@mrdavman13]

Fr even without the flood all of halo is a terrifying idea

[@FaketextsNZ]

Bro he nailed this video fr

[@lilcummy]

Learning new vocab from your video - from this one: 'Clandestine'

[@Cousin_Elvin_sweet]

I miss the days when I had no idea about all this halo horror

[@Fulltime135]

The brutes took "meats back on the menu boys" to a whoooooole new level

[@Onusss]

Kudos to you xperia what a great video for the season🎃 Started watching last winter and man am I glad I found your channel and can come see all the great halo stories you tell😎

[@lucasbjorckvinje5283]

It’s crazy that a story that is pretty much just made up of single words can be so terrifying.

[@Mstr4Pltrgst]

Just clicked the video, my favorite time of the year always has my favorite content

[@Horizon7302-l1z]

Why aren't any of these a game, just imagine how it would feel if there was a Resident evil like flood horror game

[@AshtonLashley]

The only confusing part for me is the 2nd story where is says they landed from the Autumn straight into a infected zone so were they like at that pod for 2 days or did they land and the Flood was immediately out because that seems really quick seeing as from the Chief's perspective it was like 2 day's until the outbreak happened?

[@OwenGee22]

If I remember correctly there was also the story about a San Shyuum on High Charity watching as the flood engulf the city before they start encroaching on his homestead.

[@Gat720Dua]

Personally I don't want Eli Roth involved with Halo cause he's not a good director.

[@Thedeafnerd]

I likely believe Elite had won and escaped on Mona Lisa because there is no way a marine can beat an elite that is capable of taking on unarmorerd Spartan.

[@BigupGum]

God I remember playing halo ce, touchdown on the ring looking for some lost crew, seeing evidence of battle but not a body to be seen. Walking into a small square room and watching the last recorded moments of a marine, before realising "fuck I'm in that room" and then the banging started. Genuinely that moment will stick with me

[@NathanWibe]

The story of the Mona Lisa is one of the more terrifying I’ve heard of

[@MikasaYukiTodoroki]

Basically, brutes are like Pit Bulls as cringe as that sounds. Those dogs will tear you up

[@ChakLok]

Not cringe facts

[@bakes1324]

The brute story really reminded me of gears of war and the locust prison camps from gears of war 2 specifically.

[@gesprite8971]

I was just checking to see if you uploaded a new video recently 🤯 this one is bound to be a banger

[@echothefurry164]

the fact private Wallace Jenkins wasn't in here is criminal

[@snakem4a164]

Stomping on the heels of a fuss.... When I read this originally I got hungry at reading some of the scenes

[@michaelkorenberg1313]

The story of that flood infection form in the Flood book is morbid yet fascinating. I recall reading it in the book and was legitimately disturbed. And I have a quite a thick skin.

[@dinosaurbros8908]

Gotta love me some stomping on the heels of the fuss

[@MichaelJoy-l7q]

halo infinite has half jaw armor and a weapon from ghost of onyx book

[@RosheenQuynh]

That first story was really interesting! It inspired me to write something (unintentionally appropriate for Halloween): ~~~ *~Become~* Part 1/3 A chill soaked into my skin before I even opened my eyes, like something cold and wrong had settled in my bones. When I tried to lift my head, the room spun, lights blurring in dizzying streaks above me. I clenched my teeth, a dull ache spreading through my skull, and forced my eyes open. White walls. A stiff mattress beneath me. The beeping of machines. I was in a hospital room, but the air was thick, heavy, like the remnants of a nightmare that hadn’t quite faded. As I shifted, pain flared down my shoulder and side - a sharp reminder. My fingers grazed the skin, finding lines that didn’t belong there. Deep, gnarly scars crossed my chest, skin pulled tight and raw. I pulled my hand back, the shock blurring reality, and suddenly, I wasn’t in the hospital anymore. "Hey, you’re awake," a familiar voice said, grounding me back in the room. Caden sat in a chair by my bed, a flicker of relief in his eyes, though his expression was shadowed by something darker. He took a slow breath, looking at the scars I’d just felt, then back at my face. “You don’t… remember, do you?” he asked softly. His voice held a strange mix of fear and disbelief. Bits and pieces floated up, murky, half-formed. The smell of earth and metal. An inhuman growl that cut through the night air. Shadows that twisted, merging with something larger, something with eyes that glinted under the moonlight. “It was… an animal, right?” I managed to choke out, though the words felt hollow, like I was just guessing. Caden’s eyes didn’t meet mine. "That’s what we thought at first, yeah," he said slowly, voice low. "But no animal does this. Not like… this." I looked down at the scars again, tracing them with my fingers. They were jagged, deep, too large for anything I’d expect from a cougar - or anything native to this place. “Well, I guess… they’re a bit much for a cougar, aren’t they?” I said, my voice catching on a forced laugh. It didn’t feel like a joke, though. The marks were proof of something dark, something that refused to make sense. Caden didn’t laugh. He was watching me carefully, his usual easy grin replaced by a tight, concerned frown. We’d been friends for as long as I could remember - through late-night road trips, dumb bets, and worse scrapes than I cared to count. But this… this was different. His eyes held something I couldn’t place. Worry, sure, but something else, too. Fear? Or maybe just disbelief, like he was still trying to convince himself of what he’d seen. "Look," he began, running a hand through his hair, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I don’t know how much you remember. But I thought I lost you back there. One minute, we were just hiking, you know, the usual. Then…" He trailed off, his voice fading into the steady beep of the machines. "It was like the darkness itself came alive. There was this… shape. Fast. Furious. It was all a blur, but… it didn’t feel like an animal." As he spoke, flashes stirred at the edge of my mind. Flickers of memory surfaced - shadows shifting in the dark, a low rumble like distant thunder, then pain, hot and sharp. My heart hammered, faster than the steady rhythm of the monitor beside me. “What did you see?” I asked, voice barely more than a whisper. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. But a part of me needed to. Caden hesitated, glancing down at his hands before he answered. "I saw… something, but I couldn’t make it out. It moved too fast, was too big. And its eyes…" He trailed off, a shiver rippling through him. "They didn’t look like anything I’ve seen. It was like… it knew us." The words hung heavy in the air, and a cold dread pooled in my stomach. What kind of animal had eyes like that? And why did it feel like a memory just beyond my reach - a glimpse of fur, claws, teeth flashing in the moonlight? Before I could press him further, the door creaked open, and a nurse stepped in, clipboard in hand. She was older, with a kind face, her eyes tired but soft as they settled on me. She glanced between me and Caden, her expression sympathetic but detached, as if she’d seen her share of strange cases. “Good to see you’re awake,” she said with a small smile. “How are you feeling?” "Like I got hit by a freight train," I replied, trying to keep my voice light. But even I could hear the edge of fear in it. The nurse nodded, taking a few steps closer to check the monitor beside me. “Your injuries were severe. It’s a wonder you’re awake at all.” She paused, looking at the scars, then back at me. Her brows knit together, a faint frown crossing her face. “These… aren’t typical injuries. I don’t mean to alarm you, but… no one’s been able to identify the source of what attacked you. The patterns, the depth… it’s unlike anything we’ve seen.” I sighed, glancing between Caden and the nurse, then back at the scars. “Yeah, so I’ve gathered…” My voice sounded distant, like I was still half-stuck in whatever strange, foggy memory I couldn’t quite piece together. I could tell they both knew more than they were letting on, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to dig too deep. But something about their faces - Caden’s silent concern, the nurse’s careful professionalism - made me press on. The nurse met my gaze, her frown deepening slightly as she looked at my wounds. "You know," she began, hesitating, "I’ve worked in emergency care a long time. I’ve seen injuries from bears, wolves… even mountain lions, once. But nothing like this." Her eyes flicked to Caden, who shifted uncomfortably, his hands clenched together in his lap. She went on, almost reluctantly. "Usually, animal attacks have a sort of… randomness to them. Claws, teeth - there’s a brutal, but natural chaos to it. This…” She gestured at my scars. “This looks almost… calculated.” The word hit me like a shockwave. Calculated. As soon as she said it, something clicked in my mind, like a lock turning, and a memory surged forward, sharp and vivid. Darkness. My breathing, shallow and quick, filling the silence around me. And then… a shadow moving, gliding silently across the trees. I’d barely registered it, but it was there, watching me with eyes that gleamed with something more than hunger. Intelligence. Almost as if it were sizing me up. Then it moved, each step slow and deliberate, creeping closer like it had all the time in the world. The shape loomed larger, closer, a hulking silhouette against the faint starlight, and then - I remembered the flash of pain, the feeling of claws raking across my skin, tearing through me like paper. I was paralyzed, stunned by the sheer agony, and just when I thought it was over, a sharp bite clamped down on my arm, sending waves of white-hot pain coursing through me. The memory left me gasping, my heart racing as I came back to the present. My hand flew instinctively to my arm, pressing over the bandages as if to reassure myself it was real. I could feel the ache there, lingering, as if the bite was still fresh. Caden’s voice broke the silence, low and hesitant. “You… remember something, don’t you?” I nodded, though words failed me for a moment. “It - it wasn’t just some wild animal, Caden. I don’t know what it was, but… it knew what it was doing. It didn’t just attack me; it went for me.” The nurse exchanged a brief look with Caden, her expression unreadable. “Look,” she said softly, “whatever it was, it’s not something I can explain. We’ve had… specialists look at your injuries, and all of them came to the same conclusion: nothing in our region, or even known predators, leave wounds like these. You’re lucky to be alive, honestly.” Lucky. The word tasted bitter. I didn’t feel lucky. I felt like I’d been marked, like something had left its trace on me - and it wasn’t done yet. Caden reached out, placing a hand on my shoulder, grounding me back to the present. “Hey,” he murmured, his voice steadying me, “you’re here. We’ll figure this out, alright? Whatever it was, it didn’t win. You’re still standing.” I managed a faint smile, though the fear hadn’t faded. "Yeah," I whispered, mostly to myself. "But for how long?" Before Caden could answer, I felt a bead of sweat trickle down my forehead, cool against my heated skin, as if my body knew something I didn’t. The nurse noticed and stepped over to the window. “You look warm,” she said gently, pulling back the curtains and opening the window a crack. A soft breeze filtered in, carrying the cool night air, crisp and soothing. I closed my eyes, taking a slow, deep breath, letting the coolness cut through the heavy ache still lingering in my chest and arm. But when I opened my eyes, I froze. There, framed perfectly in the night sky, was the full moon. It hung low and impossibly bright, flooding the room in a pale, ghostly glow. It felt different tonight - brighter, larger, almost alive. My breath caught, and I was unable to look away, mesmerized by its eerie beauty, as if it was calling to some part of me I didn’t understand. The room fell silent, and I felt an odd, almost electric tingle ripple over my skin. My heartbeat quickened, each beat pulsing with a strange intensity. I barely noticed the way my fingers twitched, like something within me was stirring, reaching out toward that cold, brilliant light. The nurse’s voice came through like a distant echo. “You alright?” she asked, sounding concerned.

[@RosheenQuynh]

Part 2/3 “Yeah… I’m fine,” I said, voice a bit unsteady. I caught Caden’s eye, and he looked at me with a mix of concern and curiosity, like he could sense something was off but wasn’t sure what. The nurse closed the window, her gaze lingering on me for a moment, as if sensing the undercurrent of something she couldn’t name. "Let us know if you need anything,” she said, giving a final glance before leaving us alone. As the door clicked shut, Caden leaned closer, his expression serious. “What was that? You were staring at the moon like you’d seen a ghost.” I forced a shaky laugh, trying to brush it off. “I don’t know. Guess I’m just… spooked.” But as I glanced back at the closed window, I knew it was more than that. The moon had left a mark on me, a silent reminder of whatever had attacked me that night. I felt it deep down, an instinct I couldn’t shake - a feeling that whatever had started in the darkness wasn’t over yet. “You should probably get some rest,” Caden said, his voice softer now. “It’s late, and I need to get home soon. I wanted to stay long enough to see you awake.” I nodded, giving him a small smile. “Yeah, okay. I’ll try, but no promises.” The bed beneath me felt hard, foreign, as if it could never offer any comfort. But I tried for his sake, watching as he stood and hesitated, a shadow of worry still on his face. With a final nod, he turned toward the door, casting one last glance over his shoulder. I tried to reassure him with a wave, but even as he left, I felt a creeping unease settle over me, like the empty room was pressing in closer. As soon as I lay back, tension coiled around me, squeezing, twisting. I shut my eyes, trying to relax, but my thoughts refused to quiet. My skin felt tight, stretched, prickling with an itch I couldn’t scratch. And then, like a whisper laced with ice, a voice echoed in my mind. *Mother. Calling.* The words rumbled through my head, foreign yet somehow my own. It sounded like me - but gruffer, harsher, like a distorted echo from somewhere deep within. *Mother. Calling.* The phrase sent a chill racing down my spine, electrifying, unstoppable, like a subway train hurtling through dark, endless tunnels. My breath quickened, and I forced myself to open my eyes, to pull myself back into reality. But the room was spinning again, the memory of the moon from earlier flashing across my vision, too bright, too large. _Who was Mother?_ I thought, heart pounding. As if in answer, the image of the moon surged into my mind, vivid and consuming. My skin prickled with the memory of its glow, its cold, indifferent stare. I shuddered, gripping the sheets, struggling to steady myself, to shake the sense of something lurking just beneath the surface. But the voice returned, louder, insistent. *Mother. Calling.* My whole body tensed, muscles tightening painfully. A fierce ache spread across my shoulders and down my spine, like something was clawing its way out. I clenched my teeth, a low growl rumbling from deep in my chest, unbidden, primal. A sharp pain jolted through me as my bones seemed to shift, grinding under my skin. My hands shook, fingers curling into claws that dug into the hospital sheets. The voice came again, louder this time, more urgent, like a command. *Let. Me. Out. Must. Answer. Mother’s. Call.* My heartbeat thundered in my ears, faster and faster, each beat like a hammer striking my chest. My skin burned, stretched too tight over muscles that were contorting, expanding in ways that shouldn’t be possible. The world around me blurred as I squeezed my eyes shut, desperately trying to hold on to some shred of control. But the burning only grew, consuming me from the inside out, leaving me gasping. I opened my eyes, my vision dim and tinged with red, and the reflection in the room’s window caught my attention. For a split second, I saw something staring back - something with eyes that weren’t mine, burning, fierce, and filled with hunger. And then the voice was there again, thundering through my mind. *Mother. Angry. Must. Comfort. Her.* My lips pulled back in a snarl, and before I could understand what was happening, a searing pain exploded through my jaw, sharp and relentless. My teeth felt like they were splitting, growing, each one sharpening into points that scraped against my tongue. I clamped my hands over my mouth, muffling a scream that came out as a guttural, animalistic growl. And somehow, amid the agony, a word surfaced in my mind, like something long-buried clawing its way up from the darkness. The Becoming. I wasn’t sure how I knew what it was called, but the words felt ancient, as though they had been waiting there in the dark, lying dormant. This was The Becoming, and it was the most agonizing experience I’d ever had the displeasure of feeling. Muscle tore and reformed beneath my skin, like fire spreading through my veins. My vision blurred, turning red and dim as if I were slipping into some animal haze. The scent of blood filled my nostrils - my own blood, seeping through the places where my skin split, giving way to something fiercer, stronger, something that wouldn’t be contained. Another wave of pain tore through me, and I buckled forward, barely aware of the low, guttural sounds escaping my throat. The voice came again, searing through my mind. *Mother. Awaits. Embrace her.* I staggered off the hospital bed, clutching my sides as my bones cracked and shifted, every movement more painful than the last. I wanted to scream, to call for help, but no words would come - only the growls and snarls of something beyond human. It took many long, painful minutes, but once I had fully transformed into the Beast, it was like stepping into a different reality, as if unseen hands had shoved me from one world into another. Every part of me felt heightened, sharpened, raw with the sensation of power coursing through this new body. Then, like a drumbeat that rippled through my very bones, a resounding roar tore through the air, shaking the hospital and everything around it. *Awake. Become. Power. Much power.* Gone was the human instinct, gone were notions of Caden, the nurses, fellow patients, or even the hospital itself. The only reality that remained was defined by concepts only the Beast understood - ones that lived in a realm of simple, primal hunger and impulse. The Beast’s mind was almost shockingly simplistic, reduced to brutal urges. Primitive. Narrow in scope. It was singular in its desires, relentless in its purpose. *Mother. Requires. Sustenance. Kill.* Though I would not remember any of this until it haunted my dreams, I saw everything unfolding in the moment, trapped in the Beast’s consciousness as it rampaged. I, who had lain dormant within while it lurked, now took its place; I was imprisoned inside my own body - or rather, inside the Beast’s body - while it hunted. I could see through its eyes, but the rest of me felt numb and drowsy, like a nightmarish sleep paralysis as it unleashed terror on everything it saw. *Sound. Screams. Delirium. Smell. Fear. Prey. Many Prey.* The hallways filled with chaos as people screamed and scattered in all directions at the sight of the Beast. People ran, their voices blending into panicked wails that only fueled its instincts further. It was pandemonium - a primal, animal frenzy. *Motion. Prey. Fleeing. Must chase. Must hunt. Food. Hungry. Very hungry.* As if on a leash I couldn’t pull back, I was dragged along with every movement, every sensation, imprisoned in this living, breathing cage of flesh and muscle. And the Beast was ravenous. It launched itself down the corridor, bounding after the nearest person with a terrifying speed, its massive limbs pumping with brutal efficiency as it closed in on its first target. *Flesh. Succulent meat. Blood. Throat. Dry. Feast. Consume. Hunger. Sight. Prey found.* Through its eyes, I glimpsed a familiar figure, rooted in fear at the end of the hall. It was the nurse from earlier. _No, please don’t touch her!_ But my silent plea went unheard. The Beast’s body lunged forward, its powerful arm reaching out, razor-sharp claws slicing through the air, catching the side of the nurse's face. Flesh tore open like gift wrap, blood spilling out like ribbons of tissue paper, her innards exposed, the horrific prize within. _I’m so sorry…_ My own voice sounded distant, drowned by the Beast’s impulses, as I wept inwardly for her. *Tear. Rip apart. Delicious food.* Mercy was foreign to the Beast. Its focus was absolute: it was here to obey Mother, to feed. It cared nothing for kindness, for pity or compassion; it was a creature of pure, relentless hunger. Lowering its muzzle over the corpse, it bit down, teeth tearing into the meat, savoring the taste, blood soaking into its maw. The Beast’s mind reveled in the taste while my consciousness recoiled, sickened, yet unable to escape. Though I couldn’t feel the nausea that would surely overwhelm me in my own body, I was aware of the horror, each crunch of bone, each tear of muscle filling me with dread I could not express. *Exhilaration. Hunt successful.* The satisfaction was short-lived. After licking its chops, the Beast’s gaze swept the bloodied hall for more movement, the scent of lingering fear sharpening its focus. Every twitch of muscle, every drop of sweat, every breath hinted at the pulse of life it could end. *Need. More food. Stomach. Empty. Chase. Hunt. Search.* In that haze of blood and chaos, I felt myself slipping further into darkness, my human thoughts and memories slowly dulling, fading beneath the weight of the Beast’s will. The nightmare was only beginning, and there was no escape.

[@RosheenQuynh]

Part 3/3 The hunt continued, my senses sharper, my instincts keener, each movement propelled by an inhuman drive to kill, to devour. Every new scent of fear or heartbeat of fleeing prey sent jolts of satisfaction through the Beast’s body, its limbs moving with terrifying precision, its vision attuned to every flicker of movement, every scent of warm flesh. My thoughts, fractured and fading, still fought to surface, each one weaker than the last. _Oh God, make it stop!_ But no matter how I screamed inside, the Beast was relentless. It tore through the corridors, leaving a trail of blood and terror in its wake, reveling in the thrill of the chase, the fresh kill. And with every strike, every heartbeat that ceased beneath its claws, I could feel something in me slipping further away, falling deeper into a dark void of despair. The Beast growled, low and feral, its senses savoring the chaos around us. It caught the scent of another prey - a woman huddled in the corner of a room, her eyes wide and unseeing, her breath coming in shallow gasps. *Prey. Weak. Cower.* The Beast lunged, teeth sinking into her shoulder, the crunch of bone reverberating through me. My soul twisted in agony, desperate to pull back, to close my eyes, but I was forced to witness it all, to feel her terror through the Beast’s own predatory satisfaction. _I’m not me. Slipping…_ I could sense myself fading, my will to fight dissolving with each passing second. As much as I struggled, I was drowning in the Beast’s insatiable hunger, its dominance crushing my resistance beneath a wave of primal instinct. The voice in my head returned, stronger now, pulsing with power. *_Feed. Obey. Mother calls._* Its words seeped into my mind, blurring the line between the Beast’s thoughts and mine. The voice became my own, the commands echoing with a terrible clarity, as if they were my own thoughts. _No, this isn’t me._ I fought to push back, clinging to the last shreds of my identity, but the Beast only laughed, a dark, guttural sound that rumbled through us both, filling every corner of my consciousness with its rage and appetite. More screams erupted from further down the hall, and the Beast turned, crouching low, nostrils flaring as it caught the scent of fresh blood. *_Blood. Scent. Food. More._* _Please… no…_ I pleaded silently, my voice a faint echo in the Beast’s mind, but it paid me no heed. My pleas dissolved into a numb acceptance as the Beast continued its rampage, each new kill deadening my senses, pulling me deeper into a fog of apathy and exhaustion. In the next moment, I could no longer tell where its hunger ended and mine began. The body moved on instinct alone, tearing flesh from bone, blood spilling in hot torrents. There was no guilt, no remorse - only the endless, gnawing hunger. *_So hungry…_* The thought came unsolicited, slipping into the primal rhythm of Kill. Feed. Obey. I felt it pulse through my mind, melding into the Beast’s own urges, a haunting reminder of how much I had lost, how far I had fallen. In the dim haze of my thoughts, I could sense that I was losing myself completely, and for a fleeting moment, I almost welcomed it. The pain of resistance, the anguish of each victim I was forced to watch fall - it was too much to bear. My mind drifted, each thought disconnected, each scream a distant echo. The Beast's eyes fixated on another victim - a young man cowering behind a desk, his heartbeat thrumming with terror. It charged forward, muscles coiling, claws gleaming in the pale moonlight that seeped through the windows. _Please… don’t…_ My words were lost, barely coherent now, as the last traces of who I was slipped away into the beastly oblivion, and for a moment, there was only the hunger, the rage, the thrill of the hunt. The last thought that passed through my mind before I surrendered was a whisper, faint and resigned. *_I am the Beast. I have Become._* And then I was gone, subsumed entirely into the Beast’s will, nothing more than a passenger in a relentless, merciless storm. My human thoughts dissolved, carried away like leaves in a hurricane. All that remained was hunger - a gnawing, insatiable need that filled every fiber of my being, every beat of this monstrous heart. The Beast prowled through the blood-soaked corridors, claws scraping across the floor as it moved with deadly intent. Screams and shouts echoed around me, distant and blurred, like faint echoes of a world I could no longer reach. Each sound, each scent of fear, fanned the flames of hunger, driving the Beast to hunt, to kill, to consume. And then, somewhere down the hall, a figure stepped into view, blocking the Beast’s path. I barely recognized him at first, his face dimly familiar but shrouded in the haze of primal fury. But the Beast slowed, its predatory gaze locking onto him as he raised his hands, his voice cutting through the chaos. “Please… you don’t have to do this.” His words trembled slightly, but there was strength in them, a steady resolve that caught the Beast’s attention, holding it captive, if only for a moment. The Beast snarled, its jaws parting in a threat, but he held his ground. “I know you’re still in there,” he said, his eyes unwavering. “I know you… my friend.” His voice softened, a plea beneath the determination. “If you can hear me… please. Come back.” Something stirred, deep within the Beast’s mind - a faint spark, a flicker of recognition. Memories seeped through the darkness, hazy but familiar, like half-forgotten dreams. Nights spent talking under the stars, laughter echoing in quiet moments. Promises made in whispers, the warmth of companionship. The Beast faltered, its claws twitching, confusion rippling through its predatory focus. _Caden._ The name drifted through the fog, a lifeline pulling me from the depths. A surge of emotion flooded my mind - sorrow, regret, a desperate yearning for something I thought lost. I fought against the Beast’s hold, struggling to reclaim control, to push through the haze of hunger and rage. Caden took a cautious step closer, his hand outstretched, his voice a lifeline. “You remember, don’t you?” he asked, his tone gentle but firm. “You remember us. You’re more than this - more than the hunger, the pain.” The Beast growled, resisting, but I felt a crack in its armor, a sliver of humanity piercing through. I clawed at it, desperate to break free, to speak, to reach him. The Beast’s jaws opened, but instead of a snarl, a whisper escaped. “I’m… so sorry…” My voice was faint, barely more than a breath, but it was enough. Caden’s face softened, a glimmer of hope breaking through the fear in his eyes. He nodded, his hand still extended. “It’s okay. Just come back. We can make this right.” But as the last shreds of my humanity surfaced, a dark understanding took hold. The hunger, the rage - it would never truly leave. It was a part of me now, a shadow that would always lurk beneath the surface, waiting for a moment of weakness. And the Beast knew it too. Its power was only restrained, not destroyed, and in that moment, I understood what I had to do. With the last of my strength, I turned my gaze to Caden, swallowing back the tears welling within. “Please,” I choked out, my voice breaking. “You have to end this… end me. I… can’t control it. Not forever.” My claws trembled, lifting slightly, but it was futile. “Please, Caden… while I’m still here.” He froze, horror filling his eyes as he looked at me. Then, with grim understanding, he pulled something from around his neck: a silver cross on a chain, gleaming faintly in the dim light. His face twisted with sorrow as he gripped it, the chain wrapped around his hand as he approached me. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I’ll stay with you. You won’t be alone.” The Beast snarled, sensing the threat, but I held it back, forcing myself still, my last act of control. Caden’s hand trembled as he pressed the cross against my chest, just above my heart. Pain erupted, searing like fire, but I held on, gasping as the silver sank deeper, burning away the darkness. In those final moments, as the Beast’s growls faded and its rage dissipated like smoke in the wind, I felt a strange peace. The world grew softer, quieter, as the darkness closed in around me. I saw Caden’s face, his hand still steady, his grip unwavering. And as the last of the pain ebbed, I felt calm, as if, even in death, I wasn’t alone. And then, finally, I was free - no longer _Becoming._

[@burnttoast.2017]

That hunger story is amazing. I do think that you should have made the voice of the marine sometimes have the sound of the infection form's voice replace the words of the marine slowly as time goes on as you get absorbed into the hivemind

[@hunterPowell-f7t]

At 10 seconds is it me or does the blue light on the door look like og doom guys helmet I could be tripping

[@StealingTea]

Truly a video of all time

[@SkylerC1993]

Flood horror stories are so disturbing and I love it.

[@maxfeatherstone5529]

I think you should make a video on every canon weapon that isn’t featured in the games like the MA5K

[@ghastlyanarchy1720]

If only we can get this horror back.

[@TheFreelancer131]

that moment when you think Halo and horror are like peas in a pod then you play the halo main line games and start looking like that jhon Travolta meme XD

[@JohnH-i5m]

I had thought the thorn beast resembled a cow, not a dang ostrich

[@reclaimerbeats]

you should talk about the first human contact of the covenant! That was horrifying to witness/xperience)

[@Slayir]

I watched the hunger story, in my room no lights on at night and holy you nailed it, 10/10 acting by yours truly chills down my spine dude

[@Pillsbarry07]

this is a way better use of my time than working on that essay that's due at midnight tn... (I can't focus :/)

[@JamesTDG]

Honestly, the psychological horror of Halo is intense. It is a shame we haven't had anything come close to how much my skin crawls from these stories in several years... (Seriously though, we need a Halo horror mod based on Mona Lisa) Edit: Please keep in mind, I am broke, so I am reliant on word of mouth here for these stories, I could be wrong and there's some intense 34- er I mean Halo Studios story that's recently come out and blown my opinion out of the water.

[@straw-hat94]

in the halo universe we are anything but on top of the food chain. its not really weird for any of those other species to eat humans if you think about it. in the end we are also just animals which probably got some good parts of meat to use.

[@andresbravo2003]

We won’t talk about the TV Series for the love of god.

[@threaders9411]

The story of soma really does capture the dread the flood was designed to bring to the fanbase By far one of my favourite stories, I need to buy the book "the flood" again and if the do make the ce remake I hope they include aspects of the book because they could do so much with it in unreal 5

[@KusholaCam]

Luc we need more narrations video, you have a perfect voice for it

[@grandadmiralzaarin4962]

Before I even watch this, I somehow know ONI is going to be on this list.

[@evrind1732]

Personaly mona lisa was the best halo flood story ive seen

[@noahcook297]

i wish we could see what combat or even what a invasion by the covenant from the average civilian perspective would be like, and not like Sadies from Halo ODST. i mean like just someone going about their average day and then suddenly a fucking CSO just appeares in the sky and starts blasting.

[@ProGremlinPlayer]

You forgot the scariest Halo story: The TV Show.

[@kinkynecromorph6754]

Yes a flood video man I get way to excited when flood stuff comes up hah

[@pixelboi7177]

That first story is so absolutely depressing

[@darksyner7682]

Hearing the brute story makes me wish for more flood horror stories

[@Saelestria-jd3uq]

lol yes Halo TV Series being in the thumbnail is a terrifying story alright

[@Joel_EHASA]

One area which @HiddenXperia could cover, are the "loose ends" which some of the "older" books have left. Ofc all books leave something open, but I am pretty sure there are stories that are at the moment cleary missing their "next chapter". (Specially now after Cortana is out of picture.)

[@tylertesla3678]

Video should have just been Experia saying "the flood" then the video ends.

[@D00MMAST3R]

Now I wonder how Elites treated human POWs.

[@ALLMINDmercenarysupportsystem]

I'm pretty sure they just didn't take prisoners other than the occasional person for information, where the prisoner is tortured until it talks, then is killed.

[@novustalks7525]

Making prisoners or trapped people soil themselves is more uncomfortable to me than the real horror lol

[@grimreminder5038]

Would be creepier if outside he heard his squad mates, asking him in twisted tones to come out, the enemy's gone, everything will be fine, just for them to sound increasingly angrier, with what little intelligence they had devolving into repeating, hunger, turn, feed while the sound of the infection forms get louder. Turning up the psychological torment in an effort to get him to run only to start screaming when the gunshot goes off, as his life was the hive mind's to take.

[@coalmahn891]

Phenomenal video, always looking forward the next upload. Great job keeping the ring game spirit alive! Thank you

[@muddrudder2656]

"Theres, nothing left. Just, dust..and echos"

[@derubermanns1210]

Now we know what brutes do to prisoners

[@TexasDinoHunter]

Ooh a halo horror vid? That’s cool It’s got the flood?! Awesome It’s hiddenxperia?!?! Hell yeah

[@Gundamguy-py3ir]

We need more savage Brute shit.

[@Kawasaki10rr]

We need a flood horror game, it will never happen tho

[@OceanicPicon815]

I am SO happy you talked about Soma The Painter!

[@farhadwardak4707]

Everyone: Cortana destroying Doisac was unfair and brutal Everyone after Stomping on the heel of a fuss: They deserved it, it was too slow if anything. They should suffer

[@Gabriel-p9k]

master chief:(b*tch slaps brute)

[@robertfrizzell8872]

Love me some halo horror stories

[@Mr-Wolf117]

The Mona Lisa would be an excellent Halo live action movie.

[@gelphaze1229]

20:00 There pretty much like Ogre's from warhammer.

[@unknownusrname]

Well I really don't care if it's another hiddenxperia flood horror video, I'm down for flood lore no matter how many times I've heard it.