08/25/17-09/09/17: Very subtle vibrations in the cocoon 
become apparent. Sounds can be heard from the inside 
of the cocoon, described to be similar to squeaking 
plastic and clinking metal. Researchers note a smell akin 
to burning rubber. An attempt to view the inside of the 
cocoon is made via camera, but it is disabled upon entry 
due to hard plastic coating the lens, presumably from an 
SCP-3757 instance. 


09/10/17, approx. 11:15pm CST: SCP-3757 instances 
are seen exiting the cocoon and leaving the park area. 
Attempts to follow the flight paths of several SCP-3757 
instances to their point of origin are met with failure: each 
instance traveled to different locations, the majority 
stopping to feed on lawn ornaments or garden hoses, 
and further investigation found no connection to 
SCP-3757 among any of them. 


09/13/17, approx. 6:00am CST: Cocoon begins to 
crack, starting from the entry crevice at the top. This 
continues for 2.5 hours. At the end of the process, the 
playground is revealed to have been modified to some 
degree. Previous testimonies from surrounding 
neighborhoods are proven to be irrelevant, as all 
playground equipment appears to be brand new after a 
thorough investigation of the playground site. Large play 
structures have a logo imprinted on them, depicting a 


Venom milked from the growth's fangs is clear and pinkish in color. 
The toxins present in the venom are similar to that of snakes in the 
family Elapidae, and are lethal to human beings. 


The growths may be surgically removed without anesthetic, as 
damage done to them is not felt by SCP-486. If the growths are less 
than 5-7 centimeters in length, they will wither after a period of 12-16 
minutes into a dry scab-like substance. Growths exceeding 7-8 
centimeters do not wither and must be removed by Level-2 medical 
staff who have been trained in handling venomous reptiles. The 
above deterioration will occur rapidly for any growth that has been 
removed in this way. SCP-486 does not sustain any scars or lasting 
injury, visible or otherwise, after the removal. 


Injuries that do not result in external bloodshed, such as blisters, do 
not trigger the growth. In the case of internal bleeding, [DATA 
EXPUNGED]. 


Most other substances produced or excreted by SCP-486, including 
saliva, sweat, tears, and mucus, are normal. Examination of the 
subject's menses reveals [DATA EXPUNGED]. 


SCP-486 claims that the condition only developed when she was 
fourteen, with the onset of puberty. It is unknown whether the 
subject is fertile. Prior to her recovery, the subject had been married 
for years, but produced no children. 


Addendum #486-1: Due to SCP-486's condition, retrieving blood 
samples is impossible, as is administering any injection. Sedatives 
must either be imbibed or inhaled. 


Addendum #486-2: It is recommended that SCP-208 be kept 
unaware of SCP-486's condition. 


Document #486-1: SCP-486 was discovered in __, ,on / 

/20 , when the subject was involved in an automobile accident. 
The subject sustained broken ribs, a moderate concussion, and 
avulsion of the lower left arm. The growth (_ cm in length) 
proceeded to fatally bite two paramedics and one witness before 
agents arrived on-site. SCP-486's family has been told that she and 


cartoonish wasp hive and "HIVE DETAILING & 
RESTORATION MIDWEST, LLC" underneath. No 
SCP-3757 instances are found during clean-up and 
fragments of the cocoon are taken for study. 


Addendum: No web results have appeared for HD&R Midwest, nor 
have any transaction records among construction suppliers yielded 
any useful information. 


One month after the discovery incident, a cover story had been 
prepared for Burlington City Council. They were cleared to launch a 
"Grand Reopening" of the Perkins Park playground after Foundation 
agents confirmed the playground had not exhibited any anomalous 
activity since emergence, with a shell company created by the 
Foundation taking credit for the new additions to the playground. 


In the eight months following the discovery incident, there have been 
four additional SCP-3757 related incidents sighted and secured by 
the Foundation in the Midwestern United States. Each incident 
shares a common trait of park playgrounds that have not been 
maintained or updated to meet modern safety standards. It is 
unclear if SCP-3757 will cease repairing public areas, in the event 
that all playground areas are made safe, or if they will "reassign" 
themselves to other recreational areas. 


SCP-3759: Isle of the Tortoise Terminarch 


Item #: SCP-3759 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: GPS trackers are to be 
maintained on the landmass occupied by SCP-3759. Standard 
disinformation, ship and aircraft redirection, and satellite imagery 
doctoring protocols apply. 


Description: SCP-3759 denotes a group of several thousand 
intangible Abingdon Island giant tortoises (Chelonoidis abingdonil) 
residing on a variable landmass currently 380 km west of the 
Ecuador coast. 


SCP-3759 instances transmute any surface they step on into 
volcanic rock, up to a maximum radius of 5.8 m. Geological analysis 
of this rock indicates composition consistent with that of the 
Galapagos Islands. Rock produced by SCP-3759 instances is the 
only known material they cannot phase through. 


The amount of surface the SCP-3759 population can transmute at 
once has an upper limit of approximately 1.4 km2; at this point any 
further transmutation causes an equal amount of previously 
transmuted rock to convert into seawater. 


Freshwater pools and vegetation native to the Galapagos 
spontaneously appear near the center of the landmass at consistent 
intervals. 


Addendum: On the morning of 6/24/2012, "Lonesome George", the 
last non-anomalous Abingdon Island tortoise, died. The population 
of SCP-3759 organized into a circular arrangement, and in the 
center of the circle, a new instance of SCP-3759 manifested. This is 
the only time the creation of a new instance has been recorded. 


SCP-3760: He's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a 
doll's eyes. 


Item #: SCP-3760 
Object Class: Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: Subliminal Memetic Agent 
Kappa/Omicron ("SMA-K/O") is to remain in global circulation, 
propagated via a fabricated "scientific fact" that acts as a carrier. 
The Department of Misinformation is to suppress any notion that 
SMA-K/O's carrier may be untrue. 


If an individual ceases to believe that the carrier information is 
factual, they will lose the effects of SMA-K/O and become 
susceptible to SCP-3760's anomalous properties. To prevent a 
potential End-of-World K/O Failure Scenario, all records 
regarding the nature of SMA-K/O's carrier have been restricted to 
Level 5 access. 


Description: SCP-3760 is an anomalous mutagenic phenomenon 
which affects the regrowth of human tissue in response to injury. 
Humans within proximity of a subject afflicted with SCP-3760 run an 
ongoing risk of infection; however, SCP-3760 does not appear to be 
microbial in nature. Due to the circumstances of its containment, the 
vector for transmission of SCP-3760 has yet to be conclusively 
determined.! 


Injured? tissue in affected subjects will anomalously develop various 
forms of nonhuman biological features associated with members of 
the clade Selachimorpha. Such features most commonly include 
(but are not limited to): 


* Dermal denticles? 

¢ Benign cartilaginous growths 

* Eyes (with nictitating membranes)4 
¢ Nasal ducts 

¢ Teeth and/or jaws 


Sensory organs grown by affected subjects appear to be functional 
and respond appropriately to stimuli, but these sensations are not 
directly experienced by the subject themselves. Other organs 
demonstrate similar independent functionality, including mandibles 
capable of mastication. Involuntary self-injury from bites are 
frequent. Any matter consumed by an SCP-3760-grown oral cavity 
will vanish, despite the lack of observable connection to the 
subject's digestive tract. 


These aforementioned orifices will repeatedly seek edible material 
for consumption;S this behavior intensifies in the presence of blood, 
and may even include acts of autocannibalism. A failure to consume 
edible material at regular intervals will result in necrosis of the 
affected tissue. In turn, this necessitates the removal of the necrotic 
tissue, which consequently leads to the emergence of additional 
SCP-3760 mutations and orifices. 


Precise epidemiological statistics regarding the spread of SCP-3760 
are currently impossible to ascertain. Estimates by Foundation 
researchers have placed the saturation rate of SCP-3760 to be 
between 71% and 92% of the global populace. SMA-K/O has proven 
capable of suppressing symptoms in most affected subjects, with 
only 2,785 recorded cases of SCP-3760 activity observed between 
1958 and 2016. 


Addendum: The following is a series of journal entries made by Dr. 
Keith Woodward, Ship's Medical Officer aboard the USS Kirby. His 
patients are believed to have been the first victims of SCP-3760. 


August 5th 1922 


Goodness knows I'm the worst at keeping records, but this feels 
important. Every instinct inside me is saying that something is very 
wrong. | have to write this all down before | forget. 


Nobody knows how Willis Riggs ended up in the drink, least of all 
Riggs himself. Several men saw him heading below deck at 1521. At 
1522, we had reports of a man overboard. 


lt was Riggs. Nobody saw it happen. When they pulled him aboard, 
he said he couldn't remember anything that had happened since 
breakfast that day. He was also missing a good chunk of his left 
foot. 


They ask me to examine him, of course. Sewed up his foot, put a 
cast on it, and then tried to suss out why he couldn't remember 
anything. Concussion, | had figured. But besides the lost time, there 
didn't seem to be anything wrong with him. | told him to get some 
bedrest, and when he was gone | called the higher-ups. Only 
explanation | could come up with was that he had gotten something 
to drink and fell overboard. But he didn't look intoxicated. 


It was a strange case. Folks talked about it for a couple of days, but 
| didn't think too much of it. Things happen. I've seen worse. 


But then things kept happening. All sorts of accidents here and 
there. | didn't find out about most of it till later on. These aren't the 
type of men to go crying to the doctor for any little thing. Worst case 
| had after the Riggs’ incident was some foolhardy kid with a black 
eye. 


About a week after he'd gotten his foot chomped, Riggs came 
stammering into my office. He said he hadn't been able to get any 
sleep the past few nights because of the noise. | told him that he 
ought to be used to noisy nights on a ship like this. Then he said it 
wasn't the loudness that kept it him up, but where it was coming 
from. He propped up his foot on my desk and asked me to listen to 
his cast. 


| gave him some pills and kicked him out. Figured his concussion 
was finally showing itself. 


And then, just last night, they dragged Riggs into my office. He was 
screaming so loud you'd think he was on fire. They had to hold him 
down while | cut off the cast. 


| expected gangrene. Over two decades, I've seen some serious 
cases — smelled them, too. You learn to expect the worst in this 
profession. 


But the miasma from inside that cast was the worst damn thing I've 
ever smelled in my life. It was like someone shit in a dead fish and 
left it in the hot summer sun for a week. The flesh around his foot 
was all kinds of black and green and maroon. There were these 
sharp, tooth-like protrusions sticking out of the skin where I'd put the 
sutures. They'd chewed through the thread in several places, 
leaving open gaps that exposed more rows of smaller, sharper teeth 
inside. 


| told Riggs and the others that his foot had gotten infected. Had to 
scrap the whole thing up to the knee. Ever since the op, | can't 
sleep. It's been affecting my work, my judgment, even my vision. I've 
had this dark spot at the edge of my vision that keeps coming and 
going. Probably just need to stop writing and go to sleep. 


August 8th 1922 


They brought the kid with the black eye in again today. His right 
eyelid was swollen shut; blood trickled from it like a leaky faucet. | 
had to use pincers to peel the lid back. Wasn't just the swelling that 
kept it shut. It was those little teeth again. They'd grown into the 
back of the lid and bit in. 


He started making jokes about the eyepatch right away. 


Speaking of eyes, my vision has gotten worse. The dark spot's 
moved to the center of it and won't go away. Even when | close my 
eyes, the colors don't dance in that one tiny spot. Is it possible that 
smell burned my corneas? One of the men who'd helped bring 
Riggs in—Ronnie Gaines, | think—said he'd been having headaches 
ever since that night. Wouldn't be surprised if whatever the hell 
Riggs has is toxic. 


August 9th 1922 
| had three more men in today. No teeth this time, though. 


One of them had this rash going up his back that he said itched like 
crazy. It looked like acne at first, and he did have some acne back 
there, but there were all these bumps, all in neat little rows, all 
tender to the touch. | gave him some ointment. 


One of them had a growth on his big toe. Big chunk of something 
sticking out of the space on the left side where the nail ended. 
Looked almost like coral, except it was translucent and slightly 
rubbery. | cut it off. 


One of them had an earache. | looked inside and saw something 
look back at me. | told him it was his imagination. 


The dark spot on my vision keeps getting bigger. It's not even a spot 
anymore. Its shape keeps changing. Wish we had an optometrist. 


August 11th 1922 


| told the higher-ups. They thought | was crazy. | wouldn't shut up 
about it, though, so they locked me away. 


Rigg's leg tore a man's throat out today. So they let me go. 


August 18th 1922 


| have a little plate in front of me with bits of meat on it. Every few 
minutes | hold a piece up to my left ring finger. The nail slides up 
and it bears its teeth. | push the meat in and get back to taking care 
of the men. This is how things are now. 


The higher-ups told me to reassure them that we're going home. 
They don't want any more men jumping into the ocean. Risks 
spreading the disease, they said. 


| followed orders. But | also mentioned that if they felt like jumping, 
come see me first. 


August 22nd 1922 


Ronnie Gaines died this morning. There's a hole full of teeth where 
his face should be. He'd been complaining of migraines for days. | 
figured he had something going on inside. | just didn't think it would 
bite. 


The curious part is that the teeth are still gnashing. Guess it makes 


sense. Riggs didn't die when his foot died. Why should the foot die if 
Riggs died? 


August 23rd 1922 


Riggs died 


August 29th 1922 
There's nothing more to write. | don't understand it. | can't heal it. 


I've already described it. No point in writing now. | have mouths to 
feed 


September 5th 1922 


| can see it clearly now. | can't quite make out its features, even 
though it's all | can see. It looks like a person. 


It wasn't getting bigger. 
It's swimming towards me 


Footnotes 

1. One widely-held hypothesis proposed in 1922 suggests that 
SCP-3760 may be spread through eye contact. 

2. Diseased tissue has been observed to be affected in some cases. 
3. Scales which are structurally comparable to pointed teeth. 

4. A translucent eyelid that moistens the eye while retaining vision. 
5. With a notable preference for living or freshly deceased animal 
tissue. 


SCP-3761: The War of the Squirrels 


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