* Have knowledge as to their activating Personnel's 
position in the Foundation. 


Additional disclosure beyond this level generally is 
neither necessary nor desired... 


All sites within the Foundation had a resident Ethics Committee 


liaison. Site-64 was no exception, and so Sasha found herself in the 
office of Dr. Lily Campbell, a pale woman with thick glasses and 
short, curly, blonde hair. 


"Well... this is certainly one way to tear down the Veil," Campbell 
chuckled as she looked at Sasha's FD90 paperwork. An Ethics 
Committee signature was all that was left before she and Gabe 
could enact their plan. "I take it you've read all the required 
materials?" 


"Of course." 


“Then you know once we start this, there is no turning back or 
stopping halfway. In the end, your daughter will be technically 
considered a Level 0 personnel and subject to all the restrictions 
thereof, or will be subject to amnestics," Campbell went on. "You're 
basically at the point of no return." 


"| understand." 


"Very well," Campbell signed the form, sliding it back with a smile. 
"Godspeed, Director. Please let me know when you plan to activate. 
After you are done me or another EC rep will need to do our spiel." 


“Tomorrow,” Sasha replied. "Around 6 o'clock. What, uh, what 
exactly is the EC's spiel here?" 


"Nothing fun, | assure you," Campbell sighed. "We get to explain 
why the Veil exists in the first place and the consequences of 
breaking it. Nothing gets people more excited about a world of 
eldritch horrors and horrifying magic than brutal honesty, which 
reminds me..." 


Dr. Campbell quickly typed something into her computer. A few 
moments later, the nearby printer shot out a form that she 
proceeded to sign. 


"Requisition for standard issue Class-A amnestic spray," Campbell 
explained. "You'll need it in the event things go south, as I'm sure 
you know." 


Sasha nodded and collected the form, looking it over before giving a 


sigh. 
"Well, here goes nothing." 


"Like | said before," Campbell smiled. "Godspeed, Director." 


Due to the sometimes-unpredictable nature of civilians 
upon disclosure of the Veil from a loved one, 'Reset' 
protocols have been established to allow for those 
deemed unsuitable for Level 0 clearance following 
disclosure, or those wishing to opt out on their own 
volition. 


Automatic activation of the Reset Protocols is to occur 
during any of the following situations: 


* Subject fails their mental health screening at the 
completion of activation. 

* Subject fails a renewal mental health screening, and a 
follow-up screening. 


Reset Protocols may also be used per subject request 
during activation, should they wish to opt out of the 
clearance. Activating personnel may not interfere with 
this process... 


The following day came and lingered, the hours before the activation 
of FD90 creeping away at a glacial pace. Eventually, however, the 
evening came, and the Merlos sat down to dinner as they would any 
other evening that didn't require Sasha to remain at Site-64. It was 
halfway through the meal that a knock came at the door. Sasha and 
Gabe looked to one another, the former giving a confident nod. It 
was show time. 


"I'll get it," Gabe said, standing up and moving out of the kitchen with 
a quickened pace. 


"Are we expecting someone?" Jessie asked, watching her father 
leave and raising an eyebrow. 


"Several someones," Sasha replied with a grin. 
"... who?" 
"You'll just have to see." 


Jessie looked curiously towards the front door. A series of four low 
voices could be heard in the entryway. A few moments later, Gabe 
returned. Behind him was someone Jessie had met before: a 
scruffy, lanky gentleman whose face was covered in dark stubble 
named Daniel Navarro, or Uncle Dan as Jessie had grown up calling 
him. He gave her a small smile as he took a seat beside her. 


"And | thought | needed a drug problem before the intervention took 
place," Jessie joked as she looked over her parent's friend. "What, 
uh, what's going on?" 


All eyes turned to Sasha. 


"Well Jess," she began. "There is something your father and | are 
going to tell you." 


Sasha then pulled out her Foundation identification card and placed 
it on the table. Gabe and Daniel all did the same, the familiar SCPF 
logo standing beneath the laminate like a brand. 


"Turns out," Gabe picked up where Sasha left off, "we may not have 
told you the whole truth about what we do for a living these past 18 
years." 


Jessie looked at the various badges curiously, her brow furrowed as 
she looked at the various titles. 


Special Agent, Level 3 Clearance 
Head Accountant, Level 2 Clearance 
Site Director, Level 4 Clearance 


"All of us," Sasha continued, "me, your father, and Dan, all of us 
work for an organization designed to contain and study phenomena 
that exist outside the purview of modern scientific understanding, or 
as we Call them, anomalies. Think 'Cabin in the Woods,’ but instead 
of using the monsters to commit ritualistic sacrifice of college 


students to a dark god, we contain them to keep people safe, and 
seek to understand them on a scientific level." 


Jessie looked over her mother's badge for a while, taking in the 
words before finally tossing it down onto the surface. 


"So, what, you guys are the X-files?" Jessie snickered. "Fox and 
Dana Merlo? | appreciate how elaborate this joke is, but | don't get 
what the punchline could be." 


Daniel stifled a laugh at this comment. Gabe and Sasha both 
sighed. 


"This isn't a joke, Jess," Daniel butted in. "As hard as it is to believe, 
this shit is as real as it gets." 


"Alright, let’s say you are telling the truth," Jessie rolled her eyes. 
"Why tell me? Why now?" 


"Because you're 18, and we're finally allowed to," Gabe sighed. 


"With your parents in the position that they are, eventually this all 
would catch up to you," Sasha added. "Believe it or not, I'm actually 
a bit of a big wig for our organization, as my daughter that makes 
you a person of interest. If anything happened to us, we'd want you 
to know the reality of things. What kind of world we actually live in, 
so that you'd be ready. People living on military bases know that 
their family is part of the military. Same concept." 


Jessie shrugged. 


"| don't know what to tell you guys. Sorry. | don't believe you. The 
joke isn't funny." 


"We brought proof," Gabe said. "You want to see that?" 
"|.. sure..." Jessie sighed. "Show me what you got." 


Gabe proceeded to pull a penny, showing both sides to Jessie then 
sliding it to her. 


"Go ahead and flip that, | don't know... ten times?" he instructed. 


Jessie complied. Her expression switching from annoyed to baffled 
as the coin landed heads up each and every time. 


"Always lands on heads," Gabe commented. "Forever and ever." 


"So, you have a trick coin..." Jessie shook her head. "That's not 
exactly a lot of proof.” 


Sasha responded by handing Jessie a pocket watch. 


"Try this one on for size," she said with a smile. "Notice its six 
minutes behind. Go ahead and try and adjust it." 


Once again, Jessie did what she was told, winding the watch, only to 
find it continue ticking six minutes behind. Sasha gestured for her to 
place it down on the table. 


"Now we wait..." 


Sure enough, six minutes later, the clock adjusted itself on its own 
volition. Jessie looked at the watch in shock. 


"It’s stuck six minutes in the past," Sasha explained. "Neat, right?" 
Jessie shook her head. 
"Or its just broken..." 


Before Jessie could finish, Daniel pulled out a small razor blade from 
his jacket pocket and ran it along the palm of his right hand, a small 
blue flame appearing as he looked at her with a sly smile. He 
proceeded to twirl the magic fire between his fingers before allowing 
it to dissipate with a dull crackle. Jessie's mouth hung open in 
amazement. 


"I've wanted to do that for a long time," Daniel explained as he 
quickly placed a bandage on the cut on his palm, "since you were a 
little kid actually, but 'You can't show civilians magic, Navarro,’ and 
‘We don't want to amnestitize our five-year-old daughter, Dan.' But 
hey, here we are now." 


"H-how..." Jessie looked from Daniel to the watch, to the coin, to her 


mother and father, then started the circle over again. 


"Daniel is what we call a thaumatologist," Sasha explained. "Or in 
technical terms, a wizard." 


"Do you believe us now?" Gabe asked. 


Jessie fell silent, then nodded. Her face became pale as an invisible 
weight of realization sunk down upon her. She looked as though she 
was going to be sick. 


"Wh... where does all this leave me then... I'm... I'm not a..." 


"You're now a special type of what we call 'Level 0 personnel’," 
Sasha answered her stuttering daughter. "Basically, you know the 
way things are but are still technically a civilian. There are a couple 
of guidelines you'll be taught, but other than that not a whole lot will 
change." 


"Not a whole lot will change?!" Jessie snapped. "You just showed 
me my whole life to this point's been a lie, my understanding of the 
world is wrong, and nothing will change? And what the hell are these 
guidelines you talked about?" 


"Those are for Dr. Campbell to tell you." Sasha grabbed her 
daughter's hand only to watch as she yanked it away. 


"Who the hell is Dr. Campbell?" Jessie's voice continued to rise, "Do 
you have another friend lurking around here who’s going to make 
fire shoot out of their hands, mom?" 


"Ahem..." 


Jessie spun around to see Dr. Campbell standing in the kitchen 
entryway. The Ethics Committee liaison gave an amused smile and 
a small wave of her hand. 


"I'm afraid I'm not quite as gifted as Agent Navarro on that front," 
she said. "Evening everyone." 


She then extended a handshake. 


"Dr. Lily Campbell, Jessie, it’s nice to meet you. I'm a special kind of 
representative for the organization we are all a part of. Now that 
you've been briefed on the way of the world, as it were, | need to 
talk to you about some ground rules. Will you please come with me? 
We can speak privately in your room. | can answer any and all of 
your questions." 


Jessie cautiously accepted the handshake and nodded. The two 
then departed for Jessie's room, leaving Sasha, Gabe, and Daniel 
alone in the aftermath of their little show. 


"| thought that went rather well," Daniel commented with a small 
chuckle. "Though you guys need to get some better props. A 
statistically locked coin and a temporally displaced watch are a bit 
lame." 


"It went well? How so?" Gabe asked, raising an eyebrow. "She 
looked like she was going to vomit." 


"Yeah, but she didn't flip the table, or throw a spoon at Sasha's 
head, or punch you in the throat. My point is it could have been a lot 
worse." 


"It could have been a hell of a lot better too though..." Sasha sighed. 


"Certainly," Gabe agreed. "But we have to deal with these things as 
they come. Dan's right. Could have been a lot worse, and hey, at 
least there was some healthy skepticism." 


The room fell silent for several moments before Sasha sighed again. 
"Do you guys want to open a bottle of wine or something?" 
Individuals activated through this protocol are eligible for 
employment within the Foundation, provided they meet 
the requirements for the position of interest. Additional 


conflict of interest training is to be provided in such cases 
as deemed suitable by Site Command... 


Sasha woke with a start at the sound of fumbling keys, her body 


snapping up while her hand reached for a sidearm she no longer 
carried. Standing by the doorway, frozen mid-motion, was Jessie, a 
stuffed pack on her shoulder. 


"So, this is your solution then?" Sasha sighed as she stood up and 
approached her daughter. "Run away? You were listening to Dr. 
Campbell during her orientation, right? Someone would come 
looking for you. /'‘d come looking for you." 


"So what?" Jessie hissed in return. "Your secret's finally out and 
now you are going to threaten me? I'm not afraid of you, mom." 


"And | don't want you to be," Sasha said, slowly shaking her head. 
"But there are things out there to be afraid of. Things out there I'm 
afraid of. The whole point of all this was so you'd know about them." 


"So | could live my life in fear?" Jessie returned in a harsh whisper. 
"Did you ever stop to think that maybe | was happy with things the 
way they were? That | didn't want that kind of burden, or to get 
tangled in your covert web? You and Dad said you wanted me to 
know about things so that if something happened to you two I'd 
know why... but Christ that's a pretty selfish reason don't you think?" 


"We told you so that you could go on without living in ignorance and 
face the fear," Sasha snapped back. "We mulled this moment over 
since the day you were born, and | hate to break it to you, sweetie, 
but you've been tangled up in our web about that long as well. My 
position paints a pretty big bulls-eye on your head, and | don't know 
about you, but I'd personally like to know that such a target was 
there so | could take actions to ensure no one saw it!" 


The two women looked at each other in silent anger for several 
moments before Sasha shook her head again and returned to the 
couch. 


"Where the hell were you even going to go?" she asked. 


"Desmond's outside,” Jessie answered. "He was going to drive me 
to Leanne's." 


"Go on then." 


"What?" Jessie did a double take. 


"| said you can go," Sasha explained. "I'm not going to force you to 
face this if you don't want to. You're 18. You can make the decision 
yourself.” 


Jessie looked at her mom, then to the door. 
"What would happen if | did leave?" 


"You're scheduled for a mental health screening in the near future, 
as Dr. Campbell said. If you miss that, you'd officially be considered 
AWOL and would be tracked down by an operative who would treat 
you with a special compound that would make you forget the last 
two weeks. Same for anyone you were staying with. After that, well, 
everything goes back to normal." 


Sasha then held up the small can of amnestic spray. 


"If turning back the clock really is what you want, though, | can save 
us both a lot of time and grief. | have some of that compound here." 


Jessie looked at the can with curiosity, then turned away and began 
to open the front door. 


"Just..." Jessie sighed. "Why didn't you tell me sooner. Why didn't 
you trust me..." 


"18's the age minimum," Sasha said sadly. "| have wanted to tell you 
for a long time. We both have." 


"That's fucking bullshit!" Jessie replied. "I've been 18 for 6 months 
now! You two sure were in a hurry!" 


"Fine!" Sasha snapped back. "You want to know what happened? | 
went to one of my colleague's funerals two weeks ago. There | 
watched as his daughter didn't show up because she had grown to 
hate him. Saw him as a man who was more interested in his work 
than his family, even though the reality of the situation is that he was 
the one who had my job before me! Never told his family what he 
did, and one of his kids grew to resent him for it, and... | couldn't 
stand the thought of that being me and you... You want your mom to 


sensory triggers. Such triggers include the visual patterns on 
SCP-632's abdomen, the tactile sensation produced by SCP-632 
crawling on human skin, and several as-yet-unidentified chemical 
compounds released by mature SCP-632 instances.