She chuckles a bit. "Yes, but being a good idea doesn't mean that it 
was right. 'The Missing File Number.’ Heh. Seems a bit silly now that 
| think about it. There's still one thing that doesn't quite line up 
though..." 


"Something that you can't put your finger on?" 


"No, nothing like that. It's just that all the secondary documentation | 
read about oh thirty-three would indicate that, in order to activate the 
effects, the number or symbol would need to represent the value to 
the person writing it down. If someone did fill in this hypothetical slot, 
they would have to have picked something which could clearly 
represent oh thirty-three. The file number would make the most 
sense to represent it as long as we're not having someone create a 
custom character, and doing that would probably break all of our 
systems." 


"Maybe math's just being picky and is attributing the file number to 
the file itself.” 


"Hmm." 

Elise continues to skim the document, looking for something she 
might have missed. 

"Wait a second." 


(designated Theta Prime by Prof. Hutchinson) 


"Liz, reset that timer one more time." 


"You got it." 


SCP-8' 
Enter 
Click. 


WARNING! Security protocols have automatically disconnected 
this workstation from all virtual networks. As a necessary 
component of your viewing of this document, this workstation 
and all nearby devices and writing media will self-destruct 
within 2560 seconds. 


Item #: SCP-6' 
Object Class: Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: All information about Document 
SCP-i is to be contained in Document SCP-8'. Document SCP-? is 
never to be referred to outside of this document. _is never to be 
referred to under any circumstances. Document SCP-i does not 
officially exist. This document does not officially exist. 


Description: SCP-8' designates Document SCP-i, a nonstandard 
piece of Foundation documentation which is dedicated to recording 
the Special Containment Procedures and description of . isan 
informational construct with severe counterconceptual and 
infohazardous effects. As such, information about and, by 
extension, Document SCP-i, is highly virulent and becomes more 
hazardous with increased volumes. 


When left in a stable state, information about and SCP-i have a 
tendency to auto-replicate, increasing its hazardous traits and the 
possibility of mnesticized individuals coming into contact with that 
information. Because of this, all information about and SCP-i has 
been stored in this document due to its naturally self-containing 
nature. 


Following initial identification of an early iteration of , Document 
SCP-i was filed under the number. After an indeterminate amount 


of time, was able to fully infect Document SCP-i through the 
information stored there. was able to inflict a currently unknown 
number of casualties on Counterconceptual Division personnel! 
before the current containment procedures were implemented. 
Please see Incident Report: NIGHT MIRROR for more information. 


"Hmm. Interesting.” 


"Interesting, yes. But | can't say that there's much usable information 
in there," Liz replied. 


"Sure there is." 
"What?" 


"There's plenty of information, you just have to find it. See, now we 
know that there is something that we're not supposed to be able to 
know about. We know that information about it has some kind of 
bleed effect. And we know that there's another big question we 
should be asking about this." 


"And what's that?" 


"What is the Counterconceptual Division, and why don't we know 
about it?" 


"Maybe it's defunct. Or maybe it's disinformation, and we don't have 
one." 


"Most people would say that we don't have an Antimemetics Division 
either." 


Liz stops and ponders this for a moment. 
"| need to go tell Wheeler, don't |?" 


"Yes, and I'm coming too. This whole experiment was my idea, after 
all." 


"Alright. Just one more thing before we go." 


"What's that?" 
"What is today's date?" 


"Oh, that's easy. Today is..." Elise hesitates. "Sorry, what was the 
question again?" 


"What is today's date?" 
"Oh, it's... When is it? When?, who?, what?, how?, why?, where?..." 


Liz watches as the wrinkles smooth out and color returns to the hair 
of the disoriented woman in front of her. Turning back the clock does 
wonders for someone's looks. 


"Sorry love, can't have you interfering just yet. Too dangerous for 
you." 


Elise begins to spasm and groan in the chair. 


"| wish that | didn't have to age you so far back. With a normal 
researcher, | could just send you back a few hours. But you've been 
on mnestics for, what, almost two decades now? And | have to get 
all of them out of your system to make sure that you can't 
remember." 


Elise's muscles relax as the changes begin to slow. 


"Now come on, let's get you to Wheeler. You have quite a bit of 
catching up to do. On the bright side, you were almost ready when 
you joined, so it shouldn't take too much for them to get you trained 
back up.” As she half-supports, half-lifts the newly young woman out 
the door and down the hall, a small frown forms on the lips of 
Elizabeth Day. 


Footnotes 
1. The 25 countable casualties were caused by targeted temporal 
regression of memories. 


<Begin Log> 


Dr. enters the room to interview Agent 

Dr. : How are you feeling, ? 

Agent : Who is that? 

Dr. : It's me, 

Agent : Oh. It's good to... hear you again, | guess. 


How do you think | feel? I've lost my goddamned eyes! 
I'm gonna be stuck guarding 689 or some shit like that. 


Dr. : I'm sorry, but you know how things work around 
here. 
Agent : Yeah, yeah. As long as we're useful, we do 


useful things. But it's worse than just that. Worse than 
losing all the time | put into sharpshooting. What really 
drives me nuts is that no one talks to me anymore. 


Dr. : I'm talking to you. 


Agent : You have to. You're the one writing the 
report. It's like as soon as | lost my eyes, | stopped being 
a person. 


Dr. : I'm serious. The only reason | haven't come to 
see you until now is because all of this damned 
paperwork. We'll still go to every other Friday. 
You'll just have to wear sunglasses. 


Agent : Sure we will. 
A long pause follows. 


Agent : Doc, I've been thinking about the tape. It 
was the thing that took my eyes. It should still have them, 
right? Maybe, if | could just get my hands on it, | could 
get them back. 


SCP TV Pilot: Into the Deep End 


SCP: INTO THE DEEP END (PILOT) 
Written by 
trb456 
Inspired by the SCP-Wiki: http: //www.scp-wiki.net/ 
SCP-140 is by AssertiveRoland: http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp- 140 


Sarkic Cults are influenced by the Sarkicism Hub by Metaphysician: 
http: //www.scp-wiki .net/sarkicism—hub 


Plus many other SCP influences: thanks to sirpudding, Humanmale, 
and Zyn 


This derivative work is licensed under the Creative Commons 
ShareAlike 3.0 License: 
https: //creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/ 
legalcode 


TEASER 


BLACK SCREEN: 


VOICEOVER 
We will bring them forth, with 
blood and pestilence. It cannot be 
stopped. It is only a matter of 
time. 


CUT TO: 


EXT. BIG RIG ON A US HIGHWAY 


ANGLE ON big rig heading down a US highway at dawn. We hear a 
tinny radio version of "Fast Freight" by The Kingston Trio as 
the truck approaches. 


CUT TO: 
INT. CAB OF BIG RIG 


CLOSE SHOT on cab radio, the source of the music, then ANGLE 
ON DRIVER listening to music. (S)he seems to notice something 
in the distance, and as we cut, the music becomes higher 

fidelity. 


CUT TO: 
EXT. POV FROM CAB 


We see a sign for a weigh station, whose light switches from 
"Closed" to "Open." Below the main sign is another reading: 
"Mile sponsored by: Society for Cetacean Protection". 


CUT TO: 
INT. CAB OF BIG RIG 
Driver seems noticeably perturbed. (S)he starts to turn the 
truck into the weigh station, as we... 

CUT TO: 


EXT. WEIGH STATION 


WIDE SHOT of truck pulling in as an ATTENDANT waves the truck 
into a lane near a series of bays. 

As the truck comes to a stop, this should be timed with the 

end of the final musical phrase "If you go, you can't come 

back," around 1:15. Music ends here (background music may 
commence). 


WIDE SHOT of Attendant near cab driver door. Door opens, then 


ANGLE ON each speaker in turn. Driver does not leave cab. 


DRIVER 
What the hell? 


ATTENDANT 
New state regs. Random survey crap. 
15 minutes, 20 tops. Over here. 


WIDE SHOT as Attendant points towards one of the bays. Driver 
closes door and maneuvers the big rig into the bay, which 
Attendant accompanies and SHOT FOLLOWS. CLOSE IN again on 
door as it opens, driver exits cab, ANGLE ON each speaker in 

turn. 


DRIVER 
Anywhere to get a cup of coffee at 
least? Long way to Fall River. 


ATTENDANT 
(takes notice, then smiling) Sure, 
| can put on a fresh pot. This way. 


WIDE SHOT as the two exit the bay heading towards the weigh 
station office, though shot remains centered on the bay. 
CLOSE IN on Attendant's hand pushing a button on a device on 
his/er belt. WIDE SHOT as they leave the shot, we see both 

the bay door start to close, but also the truck seems to 

start descending into the bay floor. 


CUT TO: 
INT. TRUCK IN BAY 
OVERHEAD SHOT of truck descending down some large shaft. 
CUT TO: 
INT. SITE-76 LOADING BAY 


WIDE SHOT on a large industrial loading bay, as the truck 
descends onto a loading pad. We see numerous personnel in 


various states of work. As the truck reaches the bottom, 
several GUARDS in hardshell carapace armor, armed with 
automatic rifles, converge towards the back of the trailer. 


CLOSE IN on the rear trailer door, as it springs open. We see 
a troop transport exit, rolling down a waiting ramp. SHOT 
FOLLOWS the transport as it maneuvers into a parking space, 
Guards following. 


ANGLE IN on transport door, surrounded by Guards. Door opens, 
and we see a succession of D-CLASS and Guards, alternating, 
exiting the transport. The D-Class (Foundation test subjects) 

are garbed in orange jumpsuits and have a black bag 

completely enveloping their heads. Their hands are manacled 
behind their backs, and legs are also manacled but allow 
walking. One of the D-Class has black gloves covering their 
hands and wrists (GLOVED D-CLASS). The accompanying Guards 
are similarly equipped as their Site-76 counterparts. SHOT 
WIDENS as the Guards group the D-Class into rows. There are 
12 D-Class in all, each with a Guard on their right. 


During this scene, the transport goes back to the truck and 
re-enters the cab. The cab rear door closes, and the truck 
ascends back up the shaft. This is all subordinate to the 
main action, happening in the background, but it is meant to 
suggest a fast transfer, triggered by the Attendant above. 


Another group of 12 Guards joins the D-Class group, each 
Guard moving to the left of each D-Class. This group now 
moves forward, and each pair of Guards will ferry their D 
Class to a variety of holding cells, shown in a series of 
CUTS (groups splitting up at corridor junctions, marching 
down corridors, ferrying D-Class into cells). While this is 
happening, we hear the following over a site-wide intercom: 


INTERCOM 
Alert. (CUT) Site-76 D-Class 
loading protocol is in effect. 
(CUT) Condition Yellow. (CUT) All 
Foundation personnel not involved 
in the loading protocol (CUT) are 


asked to clear corridors until the 
All Clear is sound. (CUT) Alert 
(repeats as needed) 


INT. OUTSIDE SITE-76 "CELL" DOOR 


At the final CUT, the two Guards ferrying the Gloved D-Class 
(OUTSIDE/INSIDE, corresponding to from bus/from Site-76) stop 
in front of an apparent cell door. CLOSE IN on Inside Guard 
applying key card to door mechanism, which clicks open. 


CUT TO: 
INT. SITE-76 DECOMMISSIONED LAB 


ANGLE IN on inside of door as the Inside Guard, Gloved D 
Class, and Outside Guard enter in that order. Inside Guard 
continues in, but Outside Guard stops short with D-Class and 
expresses surprise. 


REVERSE ANGLE on Inside Guard, as we see what looks like a 
derelict lab (not a holding cell, in any case). He approaches 

a lab bench. Outside Guard begins speaking in this view, then 
immediately CUT BACK to ANGLE ON Outside Guard and Gloved 
D 

Class. 


OUTSIDE GUARD 
Hey, what's this? (CUT) Are you 
sure this is the right- 


But Outside Guard is cut short by Gloved D-Class (still 
hooded), who swings its arms completely over its head as 
though on a 360 degree ball joint, encircling Outside Guard's 
head and putting him/her into a chokehold with the manacles. 
CLOSE IN as Outside Guard struggles and begins to lose 
consciousness. 


CUT BACK to Inside Guard, who places a small metal disk on 
the lab bench, as we hear (but do not see) the Outside 
Guard's body collapse and hit the floor. CLOSE IN on disk as 


Inside Guard touches the top, which causes the disk to glow 
deep blue and infusing the room with the dim hue. 


PROFILE SHOT as Inside Guard walks back to Gloved D-Class. 
Inside Guard bends over to undo the Gloved D-Class' leg 
manacles and speaks in a hushed tone. 


INSIDE GUARD 
The jammer shut's off in 60 
seconds, but that's all we'll need. 


CLOSE IN on Gloved D-Class' hands. While Inside Guard keeps 
talking, Gloved D-Class squirms out of its arm manacles in an 
anomalous fashion, tossing them aside. 


INSIDE GUARD (CONT'D) 
I've logged you into your cell, so 
you won't be missed right away. 


WIDEN SHOT back to PROFILE. Inside Guard hands Gloved D- 
Class 
a key card. 


INSIDE GUARD (CONT'D) 
This gets you into the Keter Wing 
and the containment cell. 
(more slowly) Once you breach, 
you'll have a minute at most. 
(faster) That's it, | have to- 


Gloved D-Class suddenly grabs Inside Guard's head and snaps 
his/her neck instantly, letting him/her fall to the ground. 


WIDE ANGLED SHOT of Gloved D-Class with dead bodies on 
either 

side of it. ANGLE IN on Gloved D-Class so that torso and 

hands are in view, then slowly PAN DOWN to hands as it 

removes and drops gloves. Hands are anomalous humanoid hands 
and are covered in tattoos. PAN UP as hands reach to remove 
head bag. As the bag comes off, we CUT TO BLACK, then... 


INT. CORRIDOR TO KETER WING TWO 


BLACK DISSOLVES as a figure walks into corridor from front of 
camera (i.e. uncovering the camera lens). We gradually see 

the back of a Guard (the Gloved D-Class in stolen armor) 
approaching a corridor arch guarded by two GUARDS. REVERSE 
ANGLE to show approaching Gloved D-Class in full Foundation 
armor, wearing sunglasses and a very blank expression. It 

holds the key card in its (Foundation gloved) hand, and 

continues walking forward. 


CLOSE IN on wall panel showing a blue Foundation trefoil. 

Hand with card moves into frame and touches panel turning the 
trefoil green and sounding an acknowledgement chime. PAN UP 
to the back of the Gloved D-Class, who continues walking 

through the arch. SHOT WIDENS as Gloved D-Class continues its 
walk, showing Guards oblivious to anything unusual... 


CUT TO BLACK 


CREDITS roll here, consisting only of the letters SCP. 


ACT 1 
INT. SECURITY HALL SITE-76 


HIGH SHOT of an enormous hall, with many types of personnel 
busily navigating the hall and adjacent corridors. The feel 

is one of a modern high-tech military research complex. We 
see the following text overlaid on the scene, in two lines: 
"Foundation Site-76";"Somewhere in the United States 
Midwest". In upper right corner of the shot we see 3 figures 
(among others) entering the scene, and we... 


CUT TO: 


WIDE SHOT of Foundation AGENT SIMON GREY, flanked by 2 
Foundation GUARDS, walking forward as the SHOT TRACKS 
BACK. 


As we shall learn over the course of the series, the 


Foundation is a global clandestine organization dedicated to 
securing and containing anomalous objects, beings, and 
phenomena, thereby protecting humanity and the world against 
a breach of "normalcy".