SCP-1091

    INT. WHITE CLEAN ROOM, TWO PEOPLE SITTING ACROSS FROM EACH
    OTHER, SMALL DESK BETWEEN THEM.

                            RIGHTS
                    Now, lets begin. Do you remember
            when you were brought here?

                            SCP-1091
                    No.

                            RIGHTS
                    Do you remember what happened
            before you were contained?

                            SCP-1091
                    No. Just the smell.

                            RIGHTS
                    And what did you smell?

    SCP-1091 looks up, face still carefully blank.

                            SCP-1091
                    Blood and smoke.

    Rights nods, making a note in a folder.

                            RIGHTS
                    There was plenty of that, I can
            assure you.

                            SCP-1091
                    Are you going to let me go? I don't
            like it here.

                            RIGHTS
                    If we did that, we would just
            contain you again whenever you got
            bored and decided to see how many
            people you could convince to fight
            to the death.

                            SCP-1091
                    43.

    Rights looks up quickly.

                            RIGHTS
                    What?

    SCP-1091 begins to idly move her fingers around the surface
    of the table, then raises her head, looking straight at
    Rights.

                            SCP-1091
                    You never told me your name.

                            RIGHTS
                    I'm Dr. Rights.

                            SCP-1091
                    Nice to meet you. I remember some
            things, sometimes. It would come
            back, like when your arm goes to
            sleep.

                                               CUT TO:COSE UP TO
                                                           RIGHTS

    RIGHTS BEGINS TO BLEED FROM THE FORHEAD

    Camera cuts to Rights, a drop of blood begning to flow from
    above the hairline

                            SCP-1091
                    It would tingle for a while, and
            maybe you can't even feel it. But
            then it starts to burn as the
            feeling comes back, like it saved
            up all the little feelings and
            released them at once.

    Blood is now dripping from a few points, almost touching
    Right's eyebrow. She quickly reaches up to wipe it away, but
    when she takes her hand to look at it, nothing is there.

                            SCP-1091
                    Is something wrong?

                            RIGHTS
                    No...Just thought I felt something.

                            SCP-1091
                    Phantom Limb is a very common
            ailment. It's like when you mention
            ants to someone. You can almost
            feel them crawling.

                            RIGHTS
                    I am aware of that psychosomatic
            influence.

    SCP-1091 continues moving her hand in a pattern. Camera cuts
    to Rights' pen moving slowly in the same pattern. Rights
    looks at her hand and slams the pen down, pushing away from
    the table.

                            RIGHTS
                    Wait here.

    RIGHTS ENTERS DARKER ROOM WITH SEVERAL MONITORS AND A LARGE
    WINDOW. ANOTHER PERSON IN A LABCOAT IS WATCHING THE
    MONITORS.

                            LIGHT
                    Having a problem?

                            RIGHTS
                    No no...I think we underestimated
            her power though. I swear I felt
            something on my forehead.



    In the background, SCP is moving in a very jerky way,
    sitting then standing, walking around the room and moving
    closer to the window. (Window will need to be bluescreened,
    not sure if possible)

                            LIGHT
                    Strange. We'll have to up her
            telekill injection.

    Rights begins tapping on the side of the desk, a repeatable
    pattern.

                            RIGHTS
                    I agree. We need do decide what to
            do with her. She's very
            confrontational, and I think she's
            too big of a risk to try and
            contain.

                            LIGHT
                    Are you suggesting we dispose of
            her?

    In background, SCP is close to the window, watching RIGHTS,
    SCP'S lips moving.

                            RIGHTS
                    No no...We should move her though.
            I'm worried what would happen if
            she managed to escape.

                            LIGHT
                    Send her the the Oubliette then?

                            RIGHTS
                    That's best...Lock her far away.

                            LIGHT
                    I'll talk to the higher ups, but I
            think you're right. You keep an eye
            on her, I'll give them a call.

    LIGHT moves out of the room, and RIGHTS sits down, then
    looking at the window and the SCP.

                            SCP-1091
                    You'll forget the injection before
            you move me.

                            RIGHTS
                    Door will be broken. Horrible
            accident.

                            SCP-1091
                    And now I know you'll be coming.