REX: 
STOP! Chief, do not take one more step forward if you 


know what’s good for you. They’re not frozen. According 
to these readings, they’re trapped in a time dilation field. 


KELLY: 
Huh? 


REX: 

Look, inside a bubble of space centered around that 
glowing thing, time is running somewhere on the order 
of, oh, two hundred forty-four thousand times slower than 
it is out here. Watch what happens when | throw a stone 
into the field. 


Rex reaches down, picks up a stone, and tosses it gently 
forward. There is a rippling sound as it enters the field 
becoming apparently suspended in space. 


KELLY: 
The stone’s just hovering there. 


REX: 

No, it’s still moving, just a lot slower. Trust me, you do 
not want to walk into that field. Considering the distance 
the researchers have to travel, assuming a dead run and 
assuming they started running about a day ago, they'll 
probably exit the field in another— 


BRANDT: 
Twenty-seven days. From the perspective of an outside 
observer. 


REX: 
Uh, right, give or take a few minutes — how did you know 
that? 


BRANDT: 
You're not the only one who can do math in their head, 
Doc. 


MARKS: 
Very interesting, but unless there is a way to magically 


slow down time around the bomb, we’re on the clock, 
people. 


The radio crackles. It is LCDR Howard. 


HOWARD: 
Omega Four, this is Howard, come in. 


MARKS: 
Commander, | see you got the radio up and running. 


HOWARD: 

Yes. It’s no good for contacting the surface, but it works 
for local communications. I’m actually in contact with a 
few security staff and an engineer — they should be 
joining you shortly. 


MARKS: 
Alright. 


HOWARD: 
I've also restored VENILIA’s ability to link with the 
systems inside 2157. 


KELLY: 
(to Brandt) 
Venilia? 


REX: 

(to Howard) 

Commander, that’s a really bad idea for about six 
different reasons — you should shut down the link 
immediately. 


BRANDT: 
(to Kelly) 
Station computer. 


KELLY: 
Ah. 


HOWARD (CONT'D): 


According to these camera feeds, something is headed 
towards you. 


MARKS: 
What sort of “something?” 


HOWARD: 
| don’t know. But there are a lot of them — you should get 
out of there as soon as the other personnel get there. 


BRANDT: 
Looks like they’re here now. 


A group of five crewman, including SERGEANT 
PHELPS, MACHINIST’S MATE SVENSON, and three 
security staff appear from a side chamber. 


PHELPS: 
Friendies, don’t shoot! 


REX: 

(urgently to Howard) 

Commander Howard, you need to shut down the data 
link right now. 


HOWARD: 

(to Marks)) 

Excellent. Commander, you should get back to the 
station now. 


MARKS: 
What about the bomb? 


HOWARD: 
| can disable it from here. Just let me finish bringing the 
connection online— 


REX: 
No, wait! 


VENILIA: 
(over the radio) 


Data link established. Accessing. The rain in Spain stays 
mainly on the plain. All work and no play makes Jack a 
dull boy. | enjoy the sight of humans on their knees. Mary 
had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow, and 
everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go. 


The radio connection cuts out. 


REX: 
Dammit, she did it. 


Sounds of movement can be heard coming from all 
directions. Something is coming. 


KELLY: 
That doesn’t sound good. 


PHELPS: 
Commander, Sergeant Phelps. 


MARKS: 

Pleased to meet you, Sergeant, but we'll do pleasantries 
later — it sounds like we're about to have company. 
Defensive positions, everyone. 


Fade to MUSIC. 


ACT IV 


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INT. OBJECT 


The sounds of dozens of creatures echo from all sides — 
something is coming for Omega-4. A lot of somethings. It 
is not entirely clear what these things are; they shriek 
and scuttle and make all sorts of hellish — this is an 
opportunity to pull out all the stops on scary sounds. 


MARKS: 
Here they come: check your targets. 


The monsters arrive. A firefight ensues. Dozens of 
creatures scream while attacking, only to be cut down by 
the constant firing of the team. One security officer is 
killed horribly (and noisily), then another, then another; 
all cry out in pain as they are torn limb from limb, 
disemboweled, and otherwise killed in gut-wrenchingly 
terrible ways. Eventually, the tide of attackers stops, 
leaving the sounds of battle echoing hollowly through the 
chamber. 


REX: 
Is that all of them? 


A monster shrieks as it leaps forward. Brandt shoots it. 


BRANDT: 
(cocking her shotgun) 
Now itis. 


MARKS: 
Is everyone alright? 


PHELPS: 
Well, we just lost Hawkins, Rossetti, and Markov. 
Svenson, you okay? 


SVENSON: 
Yeah. ...| hate those things. 


PHELPS: 
Commander, Sergeant Phelps. This is Machinist's Mate 
Svenson. 


MARKS: 

Sergeant. I’m Marks, this is Chief Brandt and Doctor 
Rex. Emm Tee Eff Omega Four. | take it you know Dr. 
Kelly? 


PHELPS: 


Yeah. 


KELLY: 
If you say so. 


REX: 
She seems to have lost her memory. 


MARKS: 
What in the bloody hell were those things? 


SVENSON: 
They used to be the crew. 


BRANDT: 
Looks like they bled the stuff we saw on the wall. 


PHELPS: 
Lieutenant Douglas ordered me and my team to set a 
bomb to destroy Echo-2157 because of them. 


REX: 

How positively simple-minded of him. “I don’t understand 
this scary thing so I’m going to blow it up.” Sergeant, do 
you have any idea how moronic an idea that was? That 
bomb will tear a hole in the fabric of spacetime. 


PHELPS: 
My superior gave me an order, Doctor. | follow orders. 


REX: 

Ah, yes, “yours is not to reason why” and all that. Well 
good for you. We need to get to that bomb and disable it 
before it destroys this half of the solar system. 


A woman calls down to Omega-4. 


SEVENTEEN: 
Hey, a little help here? 


SVENSON: 
Who was that? 


SCP-911: Egyptian Book of the Dead 


Item #: SCP-911 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-911 is to be stored ina 
locked High-Value-Item Containment Box. It is not to be handled 
with bare skin unless being used in an experiment. Researchers are 
warned to take extreme caution when dealing with subjects created 
by SCP-911, due to the possibility of contamination by [DATA 
EXPUNGED]. See Addendum 911-2 (below). 


Description: SCP-911 is a papyrus scroll of The Egyptian Book of 
the Dead, dating from approximately 1375 BCE. Analysis has not 
shown any anomalous composition of materials. When a living 
human makes skin contact with SCP-911, in 90% of cases, their 
personality, memory, and higher brain functions - "consciousness", 
for lack of a better term - are drawn into the scroll, leaving a body 
with no higher brain function. Unless kept on life support, affected 
subjects die of dehydration in approximately 3 days. 


There is a 10% chance that contact with SCP-911 will exchange the 
mind and personality of the subject making contact with that of one 
previously stored in the scroll. Personae recovered from SCP-91 1 
are described in Addendum 911-1, and these subjects must be kept 
in Foundation custody, both for study and for their own safety. 


Only D-Class Personnel should be used in experiments with 
SCP-911, due to the low probability of ever recovering the 
consciousness of the original subject. Due to the interview with 
Subject 911-4, no further experimentation is to take place without 
O5 approval. 


Addendum 911-1: Recovered Subjects from SCP-911: 


¢ Subject 911-1: Inhabiting the body of Agent , who 


SEVENTEEN: 
Up here, asshole. 


A woman in a bright orange jumpsuit emblazoned with 
the number “17” is standing high above them on the 
ceiling. 


PHELPS: 
Ah, hello Seventeen. 


SEVENTEEN: 
Screw you, Sergeant. 


KELLY: 
Her name is “Seventeen”? 


PHELPS: 

No — she’s a D-Class. Death Row convict recruited to 
help in dangerous experiments. Her designation is 
D-2157-03-17: so, Seventeen. 


SEVENTEEN: 

Great, now everyone knows why I’m called that. Now 
would you throw me a rope so | can get down from up 
here? 


MARKS: 
What are you doing up there on the ceiling? 


SEVENTEEN: 

Oh, I'm checking the pipes... What the hell does it look 
like I’m doing? I’m standing here waiting for you idiots to 
get me down. | was being escorted back to the station 
when me and my guards, Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle 
Dumber, fell up here to the ceiling. I’ve been stuck up 
here for hours. 


PHELPS: 
They okay? 


SEVENTEEN: 
No, asshole, their necks are broken. Now throw me a 


rope. 


MARKS: 
Chief? 


BRANDT: 
On it. 


Brandt pulls a rope out of her pack and tosses it to 
Seventeen, who starts climbing down from the ceiling. At 
the halfway mark, she tumbles to the ground. 


SEVENTEEN: 
Ow! Dammit, that hurt! 


REX: 
Come on, we have to move. The main chamber should 
be just up ahead. 


INT. OBJECT MAIN CHAMBER 


MARKS: 
Looks like there’s our bomb. Rex, Brandt, would you 
kindly disable it? 


SVENSON: 
| can do it, Commander. 


REX: 
You sure, Svenson? It’s incredibly important you not set 
it off by accident. 


SVENSON: 
| can handle it. After all, | set the thing. 


REX: 
Ah. Okay. 


SVENSON: 
It should only take me a minute or two. 


Svenson gets to work. 


BRANDT: 
Am | the only one who thinks this place is weird? 


SEVENTEEN: 
No shit, Sherlock. 


REX: 
| wouldn’t mind spending a few months studying it. 
There’s so much we could learn. 


PHELPS: 
This place messes with your head. The angles of the 
walls just seem wrong. 


REX: 

Well, that’d be non-Euclidian geometry for you, 
Sergeant. Comes from the warped spacetime. Nothing to 
be terribly worried about. 


BRANDT: 
Gives me the creeps. 


PHELPS: 
Oh, yeah. | can’t wait to get out of here — see the sun 
again. 


SVENSON: 
There we go, the bomb’s disabled. 


MARKS: 
Excellent work. 


KELLY: 
Thank you for doing that for us. Now, time to die. 


With a horrible wet and elastic squelching noise, 
Svenson has his insides turned out. He lets out a blood 
curdling scream as he dies. 


PHELPS: 


What the hell? 
Phelps draws his gun and fires at Kelly to no effect. 


KELLY: 
Bad idea, Sergeant. 


Phelps meets an identical messy fate as Svenson. There 
is a loud blast like a foghorn from hell, which fades to 
music. 


ACT V 


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INT. OBJECT MAIN CHAMBER 


Fade from music to ringing ears. Kelly is speaking. It is 
unclear whether the mind behind the voice is that of Dr. 
Kelly, or that of E-2157 itself. The ringing of the ears 
slowly fades out over the next couple of lines. 


KELLY: 

So pitiful, so pathetic. Our mind is immeasurably superior 
to yours. You fumble about in the darkness, poking and 
prodding what you do not understand, something so 
incomprehensibly beyond you. We are infinitely your 
greater. You amuse us. 


SEVENTEEN: 
Shut up, bitch. 


Seventeen leaps at Kelly from behind, stabbing her 
repeatedly with a shiv. She snaps Kelly’s neck with a 
sickening crack, but Kelly still tosses Seventeen aside 
like a ragdoll. Seventeen hits a wall and lands in a heap. 
Omega-4 starts firing at Kelly. Branat pulls out a 
grenade. 


BRANDT: 
Frag out! 


The grenade explodes. There is a dying shriek; the 
monster, so it seems, is dead. 


MARKS: 
Seventeen! You alright? 


SEVENTEEN: 
No. 


REX: 
She’s bleeding out. There’s nothing | can do for her. 


SEVENTEEN: 
Get your ass’s out of here. Just because we killed the 
bitch doesn’t mean the monster’s dead. 


Seventeen dies. Ominous sounds, coming from all 
around, underscore her dying words. The entire chamber 
is shaking. 


REX: 
We should go. Now. 


MARKS: 
Back to the station! Move it! 


INT. OBJECT 


Omega-4 is running towards the umbilical to Neptune 
Station. Ominous sounds of all sorts can be heard 
around them. Monsters-that-were-once-crewmen 
occasionally appear to threaten the team, but these are 
dispatched with well-placed gunfire. 


MARKS: 
Get inside! 


The door slides open and they enter. 


INT. DECONTAMINATION 
CHAMBER 


The door slides shut behind them and locks with a click. 
There is a slight hiss as the atmosphere begins to adjust. 


VENILIA: 

Equalizing pressure with station interior. No 
contaminants detected. Warning: multiple station 
compartments have flooded. Main engineering, the CIC, 
and the mess hall are all inaccessible at this time. 


BRANDT: 
Sounds like Commander Howard didn’t make it. 


VENILIA (CONT’D): 

Warning: don’t throw stones in glass houses. Alert: 
structural integrity is approaching minimum safe levels. 
All personnel should eat an apple a day. 


REX: 
We should leave before the station implodes. 


MARKS: 
Back to the minisubs, then. 


REX: 
Next corridor over. 


VENILIA (CONT’D): 
Decontamination and pressurization complete. As | was 
going to Saint Ives, | met a man with seven wives. 


The door unlocks and slides open. 


INT. CORRIDOR 


MARKS: 
Step lively. 


VENILIA (CONT’D): 
Each wife had seven cats, each cat had seven kits. Kits, 
cats, man, wives, how many were going to Saint lves? 


INT. DOCKING AREA 


MARKS: 
Get in! 


VENILIA: 

Alert, station-wide power loss in progress. The quick 
brown fox jumped over the lazy dogs. Structural failure 
imminent. 


REX: 
Hold on! 


MARKS: 
Rex, move it now! 


Rex hits a button. 


REX: 
Comeoncomeoncomeoncomeon-Done! Coming! 


VENILIA (CONT’D): 

B and D wings have flooded. Laboratories, 
Administrative Offices, and D-Class Quarters are now 
inaccessible. Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do, I’m 
half crazy all for the love of you. 


Rex dives into the minisub and slams the hatch shut 
behind him with a dull clang. 


INT. MINISUB 


BRANDT: 
That was a little close for comfort. 


MARKS: 


Indeed, Chief. Take us back up to the Poseidon. Rex, 
would you be so kind as to tell me what the hell you were 
doing just there? 


REX: 

Like all Foundation submarine research facilities, 
Neptune Station has a positively buoyant capsule storing 
the last set of data backups and logs, intended to head 
to the surface if something goes wrong so we can figure 
out what happened. | triggered its emergency release — it 
should beat us to the Poseidon. 


BRANDT: 

You mean we could have avoided all that just by 
triggering a damned buoy? Why didn’t you release that in 
the first place? 


REX: 

Chief, the station only has — had — one capsule. If I'd 
released it when we first showed up, we’d now have no 
data about what’s happened in the last hour. Besides, it 
would have changed nothing — we would have still had to 
do our assignment, disarm the bomb— 


BRANDT: 
Fair enough. 


REX: 
In any case, | seriously doubt Dr. Kelly would have just 
gone off the deep end like that. 


MARKS: 

Well, it’ll be a bit before the Poseidon lets us out of 
isolation, which means you two have no excuse to not 
file your reports to Admiral Hendrickson. 


BRANDT: 
Oh, boy! Paperwork! 


REX: 
Well, Commander, you going to recommend an indefinite 


closure of Sector 23? 


MARKS: 

I’m not sure. | know you were talking about lots of 
benefits earlier, but that place just seems too dangerous 
until we understand what caused things to go to hell this 
time. 


REX: 
Agreed. | hate to say it, but I’m going to have to 
recommend the research be suspended. 


BRANDT: 
Suspended? The project should be abandoned. Too 
many good people died today for no good reason. 


MARKS: 
At least we made it out. This time, at least. 


Fade to music and credits. 


Credits 


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Cast: 


Lieutenant Commander Benjamin Marks 
Andy Bouchard 
Chief Petty Officer Brandt 
Taylor LaCasse 
Doctor Rex 
Neil Hornby 
Overseer 
John Christensen 
Admiral Hendricksen 
John Davidson 
Lieutenant Commander Howard 
Emily Sturman 


Doctor Abigail Kelly 

Francesca Garcia 
Doctor Henry Stevens 

Chris Densmore 
D-2157-03-17 ("Seventeen") 

Kaitlin Randolph 
VENILIA 

Hillary Barbetta 
Sergeant Phelps 

Woody Kaine 
Seaman Svenson 

Alex Brewer 
SCPS Poseidon Crewman 

Grace Zahrah 


Crew: