Once alerted, agents are responsible for assessing the threat level 
of the reported instance, and either neutralizing it at the site or 
acquiring it for further observation at the nearest high-security UF 
site. 


Public Regulation: Deliberate creation and/or possession of an 
instance of UF-00031 is a class-four misdemeanor. 


First-time offenders are given a warning, with a maximum penalty of 
30 hours community service (or 5 hours of outzone service). 


Repeat offenders are given a minimum penalty of 12 months 
detention and 120 hours community service, and a maximum 
penalty of permanent detention or exile from the Contained Zone. 


asked if they still had it but he said it had been burned. 
He’d said ‘It wasn’t worth keeping, disgusting filth like 
that.’ And suggested that it had been put there by youths 
staying at the hostel for a prank. 


Dr : Did he describe what had been on the tape? 


Agent _: He said it was the same as the original up 
until the point where Davis’ character is normally 
propositioned by her sister’s fiancé, instead she goes 
through a desk drawer until she finds a piece of white 
rock sharpened at one end like a piece of flint, and is 
seen breaking into her sister’s room and making 
hundreds of tiny cuts all over her body whilst smothering 
her with a pillow. The next shot is of an unharmed 
Sidney Fox leaving the room and smiling at the camera 
as the screen fades to the credits. 


Dr : Are you sure he said white? Because that 
description matches SCP-034. 


Agent _ : Yes, he stated it was white. So thirty-four's 
part of a set. 


(End of Interview segment) 


Further experimentation was performed under strict criteria: That 
any media showing evidence of memetic or visually dangerous 
SCPs be immediately placed under full security control pending 
destruction, and that the media be viewed by a member of D-class 
personnel under observation by a Level 1 guard. The content of the 
film will be fully described to the guard who is under orders to cease 
playback and/or terminate the D-class viewer if it is decided that it is 
unavoidable. 


Experimental Test Logs: 


Experiment 981-1A: 

Date: - - 

Media: ‘/t’s a Wonderful Life, (1946), celluloid film. Now designated 
SCP-981-A. 


UIU Files Chapter 1 


To all units operating in west coast of the United States, 
this is a PRIORITY ONE order issued from CENTCOM. 


There is evidence to suggest that two Keter-level targets, 
codenamed “Toto” and “Dorothy”, are currently operating 
in the Southern California area. Though the reasons for 
their presence there are not exactly clear, being able to 
operate in a densely populated area would certainly 
appeal to “Dorothy”, based on previous records of her 
behavior. 


Since “Toto” is classified as a Class One combat threat, 
field agents are authorized to use full combat loadouts. 
However, it is highly recommended that agents avoid 
direct confrontation of the targets, since all previous 
attempts at containing them have ended with failure and 
heavy casualties (please see attached post-action 
reports for full details). All agents are to immediately 
report the targets’ coordinates once found. Agent Spoon, 
Agent Pitchfork, and a Mobile Task Force are airborne 
and ready to drop at a moment's notice. 


Intelligence has also suggested that elements of the 
Chaos Insurgency may also be involved. It is also no 
secret that the FBI’s Unusual Incidences Unit is currently 
investigating the case, though Intelligence suggests they 
have no idea what they’re tracking. Chaos Insurgency 
agents are to be terminated on sight while UIU agents 
are to be detained or avoided if possible. 


Godspeed, and watch out for “Toto’s” lasers. 
- O5- 


Leo sighed as he walked into the office for work. By far, this was the 


worst time of the day, as whenever he walked in, he drew the stares, 
sneers, and snickers from the staff as most of them were coming in 
to work as well. It was well known that he was part of the Unusual 
Incidences Unit, and it was very well known that UIU was 
considered the lowest rung of the entire department. Leo had 
originally joined the FBI because he wanted to make a difference, 
but now he spent his days toiling away in the basement of the Los 
Angeles FBI Field Office. However, he had no idea what he did or 
who he angered to get himself into this mess. 


Name: Leonardo “Leo” James Carter 

Age: 25 

Hair Color: Brown 

Eye Color: Brown 

Height: 5’ 11” 

Profile: Originally joined the FBI under the pretense of 
“making a difference”. However, due to political 
machinations within the department, Special Agent 
Carter has been assigned to the Los Angeles branch of 
the UIU. He so far has had zero contact with any SCP, 
but has proven to remain calm and focused during times 
of great stress. Fairly inexperienced in field work, but this 
is mostly due to the nature of his position rather than any 
fault of his own. 

Recruitment Potential: Promising. Special Agent Carter 
displays all of the necessary qualities needed for a 
Foundation field agent. However, his inexperience in 
dealing with SCPs may prove to be a temporary 
handicap. 


Making sure nobody was looking, Leo quietly opened the door that 
led to the building’s basement and shuffled inside. Down the depths 
of the field office lay the UIU office, if you could even call it that. The 
office used to be part of Archives, until the transition to digital media 
allowed the department to dump most of their paper files. UlIU was 
shoved into the extra space as almost an afterthought, and it 
definitely showed. It was a small, barely lit room with absolutely no 
climate control and almost perpetually choked with dust. Besides 
himself, Leo also worked with two other Special Agents, Richtoff and 
Wellings. 


“| see you've brought your own coffee again.” Richtoff mused as Leo 
sat at his desk. “No appreciation for our fine UIU homebrew?” 


“| would if it were even vaguely coffee, sir.” Leo shook his head. “Not 
just colored, slightly bitter water.” 


Richtoff was a good natured and kind old man, but even he had to 
know that he was now running an ailing division that the department 
never even wanted in the first place. The only reason why UIU 
existed at all was due to the order of some crazy, reactionary 
Representative. The Director was unhappy about creating what was, 
in his mind, a huge money and manpower sink while the Criminal, 
Counterterrorist, Cybercrime, and Intelligence Divisions saw UIU as 
extra competition. As a result, UIU had absolutely zero budget or 
influence within the department and served as a way to get rid of 
unwanted staff. It was so bad, most considered transfer or 
“promotion” to UIU to be punishment detail. 


“Well, it’s either that watered down stuff, or we can get about two 
months of normal coffee before we run out and have to wait for the 
department to write up the next budget.” Richtoff said. 


Name: Alexander Moriarty Richtoff 

Age: 56 

Hair Color: White 

Eye Color: Brown 

Height: 6’ 1” 

Profile: An FBI veteran for over thirty years, Special 
Agent Richtoff possesses vast knowledge and 
experience on the inner workings of the FBI. However, 
due to his refusal or inability to play department politics, 
Special Agent Richtoff has never been seriously 
considered for promotion, even though his credentials 
are more than enough to make him a division chief or 
even an assistant director. Likewise, his refusal to leave 
the FBI has resulted in his transfer to UIU in the hopes 
that it will hasten his retirement, as well as eliminate his 
influence within the department. 

Recruitment Potential: Low. Due to his age, Special 
Agent Richtoff is too old for effective fieldwork, and his 
skepticism about paranormal activity is not conducive to 


employment within the Foundation. However, there are 
other alternatives to outright recruitment that may benefit 
the Foundation. 


“By the way, where’s Sam?” Leo looked around the dimly lit office 
but could find no trace of his partner. That was odd, since she 
almost always arrived at the office early. 


“| think she’s out on a case.” Richtoff sighed. “She thinks she’s 
finally got a lead on that magic coffee machine.” 


“That’s totally stupid.” Leo shook his head. “Then again, she’s the 
only one here that takes her job seriously.” 


Name: Samantha “Sam” Breton Wellings 

Age: 24 

Hair Color: Blond 

Eye Color: Green 

Height: 5’8 

Profile: Special Agent Wellings is somewhat of a far cry 
from regular FBI agents, the type that would fit perfectly 
in the UIU. Actually, she is one of the few who had 
actually volunteered for the position. Is a genuine 
believer in the paranormal, yet not to the extent seen in 
most other UIU agents of her kind. Though her actual 
fieldwork skills are questionable (her current duties are 
insufficient to accurately gauge her abilities), there is no 
denying that she has the enthusiasm that seems to be 
lacking in our own field agents these days. 
Recruitment Potential: Promising. Special Agent 
Wellings is clearly enthusiastic about her work, which 
would make it relatively simple for her to adjust to the 
Foundation’s unique job description. Also, her near 
discovery of SCP-294 should be testament to her 
dedication. 


Sam exited the curio shop, dejected but not discouraged. 
Apparently, the coffee machine she was looking for had already 
been sold. She had tried to press for more information, but like 
always, the buyer had to pay in cash, making him all but 


untraceable. It looked like she would have to wait another day. As 
she made her way back to her car, a pair of burly suits rudely 
shoved her aside. 


“Hey! You can at least watch where you're going!” Sam said angrily. 


Both men turned and glared at her, making her cringe and step 
back. Even though she was FBI, Sam was still, at best, a junior 
agent, so she was still fairly easy to intimidate. Fortunately, both 
men quickly lost interest in her and filed in the shop she had just 
exited. She was about to follow them to see just what they were up 
to when her cell phone rang. 


“What do you want, Chief?” Sam asked when she saw Richtoff’s 
caller ID. 


“To get yourself, and more importantly, the car back to the office!” 
Richtoff yelled angrily. “Unlike what the other divisions might think, 
we actually have cases to investigate! And unlike the other divisions, 
we only have that one car!” 


“Oh come on, Chief!” Sam sighed. “You know just as well as | do 
that all the crap we get are the cases the other divisions don’t want 
to bother with!” 


“Just get back here already!” Richtoff said, exasperated. “Our 
workload is bad enough without you going rogue on me!” 


At this point, Sam knew that if she gave in to Richtoff’s demands 
now, she’d concede victory to her boss. However, if she could stall 
for another half hour or so, it would be a small victory for 
underappreciated, overworked FBI agents everywhere. 


“Alright, I'll be back, but I’m not sure when.” Sam replied. “The 5 
Freeway’s clogged with Chinese tourists trying to get to Disneyland 
again.” 


“Alright, just-“ 


Suddenly, there was shouting coming from the curio shop Sam had 
been investigating. She glanced through the window and caught 
sight of the two burly men from earlier harassing the shop owner. At 


first glance, it looked as if they were engaged in some aggressive 
haggling, but it didn’t take long for Sam to notice that both men had 
the shop owner at gunpoint. 


“Wellings, what’s going on?!” 


Sam realized that she had forgotten to turn off her phone, but there 
was no time for that now. She burst into the shop, gun drawn, and 
yelled, “FBI! Put your weapons down!” 


Most of the time, when confronted by any kind of law enforcement, 
much less the FBI, most suspects surrendered without a fight, or at 
least decided that running was a better option than fighting. It was 
then understandable when Sam was caught off guard when the two 
burly men turned around and fired on her without hesitation. Sam 
shrieked and took cover behind a store shelf. Meanwhile, the store 
clerk took the chance to bolt out of the back door. 


“Wellings? Wellings!” Ricthoff’s voice shouted, barely audible over 
the sound of gunfire. 


“Shots fired shots fired!” Sam said in a panicked voice. 


“What happened?” Leo asked when he saw Richtoff scramble for 
the stairs. 


“Trouble! Bring your sidearm and your vest!” 


The two agents bolted from the basement office and toward the 
garage where the department vehicles were kept. Many people 
looked on curiously, as they had never seen UIU agents move with 
such speed and urgency. 


“Sir! We've got trouble! One of our agents is under fire!” Richtoff 
yelled through his phone, which was connected to Assistant Director 
Horner’s office. “We need backup at her location!” 


“I’m sorry, Special Agent Richtoff, but we’ve got no agents in the 
area and our resources are spread thin enough as it is.” Horner said 
in a cold, infuriatingly clinical manner. “I’m afraid we'll have to leave 
the matter to local law enforcement.” 


“Bullshit.” Richtoff muttered to himself as he hung up his phone. 
Horner probably saw this as a cheap, trouble-free way of getting rid 
of an undesired agent. Then again, the Assistant Director never 
really cared about UIU in the first place, so why should he care 
now? 


“| assume we're in this alone, then?” Leo asked. “How’re we 
supposed to get there when our only car is at the scene?” 

“Watch.” Richtoff sprinted into the garage toward Agents Miller and 
Jennings. They were probably going out on another goddamn donut 
run. 


“Hey, it’s those X-Files geeks.” Miller jeered as he saw Richtoff and 
Leo approach. “What’s the matter, somebody saw a UF-“ 


Miller never had a chance to finish his sentence. Richtoff knocked 
the agent out cold with a solid right hook. The senior agent then 
snatched Miller’s keys and tossed them to Leo. 


“You drive.” 


“What the hell!” Jennings was shocked at what he just witnessed. 
“Why'd you-“ 


“If you don’t want to end up like your partner, I'd suggest you shut up 
and stay out of my way!” Richtoff scowled. 

Jennings squealed like a newborn pig and dashed for cover. Leo 
and Richtoff ignored him and commandeered their recently acquired 
sedan. With siren and lights blaring, the FBI vehicle roared out of the 
garage with a vengeance, sending both agents and civilians 
scrambling for cover. 


Sam didn’t have to be a genius to realize that she was in a dire 
predicament. She was outnumbered and pinned down, and besides 
basic firearm training, she had never fired her sidearm in her life. 
She leaned out to get a look at her attackers, and hopefully get a 
few shots off at them. However, when she leaned out, she could 
only see one of the burly men. 


“Where’d the other one go-“ Sam muttered to herself a split second 


before she heard a gun cock. She turned to see the second burly 
man standing behind her. “Shit.” 


The next few seconds were a blur. There were three bright bangs 
and flashes, and Sam suddenly found herself lying in a pool of her 
own blood. Her shirt was completely stained with blood from the 
three bullet holes in her chest, but fortunately or unfortunately, all 
three bullets had missed her heart, leaving her to linger on the 
ground in excruciating pain. She looked up, and even though her 
eyes were quickly losing focus from blood loss, she could see the 
silhouettes of the two burly men standing over her. Sam looked on 
helplessly as burly man one bent down and pulled out her ID. 


“Is she one of those Foundation spooks tailing us?” Burly man two 
asked. 


“Nah, just some dumb cop.” Burly man one casually tossed the ID 
away. “She’s no use to us. Waste her.”