Through further examination, it has been concluded that each of the 
SCP-3488 instances in this forest is an exact copy of an existing 
instance of SCP-3488, including an identical reptile population. 
These SCP-3488 instances possess identical markings and 
"injuries" from being eaten by said reptiles, along with other 
identifying characteristics. The reptiles also share this quality, with 
each of them having an identical appearance and location relative to 
their outside counterparts. When a reptile is removed from a copy of 
an SCP-3488 instance, the corresponding reptile on the SCP-3488- 
V copy is likewise removed and vice versa. Biological testing on the 
SCP-3488-V copy of a reptile reveals no anomalous properties 
beyond the same ability to digest standard SCP-3488 instances. 


Along the outer wall of SCP-3488-V are 43 large instances of 
SCP-3488 that do not have known counterparts; these 43 trees, 
designated S1-S43, are of varying species. These instances do not 
demonstrate a tendency to attract reptiles and seem to be in good 
condition. The singular exception, SCP-3488-S44, is a shriveled 
stump, with some evidence of regrowth in the form of large shoots. 
However, the majority of these large shoots have been torn off near 
the surface of the stump. Markings on the shoots and surrounding 
areas of the stump resemble bite marks, possibly from a large 
reptile. Despite the resemblance, no known reptiles have a large 
enough bite radius to create such marks. See Addendum 4. 


Addendum 4: SCP-3488-L and Site-21 Incident- 


At 12:21 AM local time on December 21, 20 , Foundation personnel 
stationed within SCP-3488-V noticed that SCP-3488-S44 had 
started to grow new shoots. Researchers went to investigate, but 
were deterred by an extremely large quadrupedal reptile (estimated 
to be about 250 meters long) that appeared from within the forest. 
Personnel did not notice the reptile approaching until it broke the 
forest cover. This reptile, designated SCP-3488-L, seems to 
possess moderate antimemetic properties. During debriefing, MTF 
personnel could not agree on a description, beyond that it appeared 
to be a quadrupedal lizard with a wound on its left foreleg, causing it 
to limp slightly. 


SCP-3488-L made its way from the forest to SCP-3488-S44, 
seeming to avoid stepping on as many small SCP-3488 instances 
as possible. This slowed its travel time significantly, which allowed 
personnel stationed at Provisional Site-43 time to mobilize. 


Once at SCP-3488-S44, SCP-3488-L gnawed at the growing 
shoots, seemingly trying to bite them off. Foundation personnel 
proceeded to fire at SCP-3488-L, driving it away from SCP-3488- 
S44. SCP-3488-L fell back for a moment, and then charged 
SCP-3488-S17, under which Foundation forces had deployed, 
forcing them to disperse. SCP-3488-L bit at a small limb of 
SCP-3488-17 and thrashed its head wildly, significantly damaging it, 
then retreated into the forest. Attempts to find SCP-3488-L have 
been unsuccessful. 


At 12:45 AM, the damaged limb of SCP-3488-17 broke off of the 
tree and fell to the ground. This occurred at the exact same time as 
a large containment breach at High-Risk Site-21, located in 
Johannesburg, South Africa. Nearly all of Site-21’s Keter-class SCP 
objects breached containment, resulting in the destruction of nearly 
half of the site, and the deaths of 25% of its staff. The re- 
containment process took an extended period of time and resulted in 
several more casualties. Upon debriefing it was discovered that 
none of the staff on site retained any knowledge of several of the 
anomalies contained at the site, even those for which they were 
ostensibly responsible. The database was also found to be 
corrupted, with no record of several of the anomalies, and no 


physical records were able to be located. 


Footnotes 

1. Myelin is a substance made of lipids and proteins found in the 
nervous systems of animals. It forms an insulating layer around 
nerves allowing electrical impulses to transmit quickly and efficiently, 
and comprises the white matter of the brain 

2. The size and health of the plant also appear to correspond with 
the condition and standing of the associated information repository. 
See Notable Manifestations. 

3. A large gorge on near the northern Tanzanian border. It is 
theorized that the earliest known human-like species,Homo habilis, 
originally evolved and emigrated from this location approximately 1.9 
million years ago. 


SCP-3490: Bubblesssssssssssssssssss 


Item #: SCP-3490 
Object Class: Safe 
Threat Level: Green 


Special Containment Procedures: Stationary Task Force Beta-8 
("Bubble Blowers") is to reside within SCP-3490 in case of 
unauthorized human entry. Upon the occurrence of said scenario, 
STF Beta-8 is required to expel the individuals responsible, and 
summarily administer them Class-A amnestics. Action is to be 
decided amongst the Task Force if any foreign objects or organisms 
enter. 


STF Beta-8 is to maintain a total of ten personnel at all times. A new 
member is to be chosen and sent into SCP-3490 for every death 
that STF Beta-8 endures. 


Description: SCP-3490 is a self-sustaining cumulus cloud present 
over the Pacific Ocean, south of the Kiribati Islands. SCP-3490 
behaves similarly to that of a non-anomalous cloud, often 
precipitating and changing shape, though it has never dissipated or 
left its initial location. 


Upon any object passing through SCP-3490, objects will encounter 
an open space within SCP-3490, referred to as SCP-3490-A. The 
barrier of SCP-3490-A's interior extends one meter from SCP-3490's 
surface, and is a centimeter-thick, impenetrable gelatinous 
substance!. In SCP-3490-A, precipitation occurs in either the form of 
rain, snow, sleet, or hail@, and multiple igloos coat its barrier. Gravity 
is also altered in SCP-3490-A, as any object is equally pulled to 
SCP-3490-A's barrier at any given point. 


Multiple humanoid entities reside in SCP-3490-A, collectively 
designated SCP-3490-1, that are entirely composed of water 


bubbles. SCP-3490-1 instances otherwise have a simple build, and 
do not possess facial features or other qualities common of humans. 
All SCP-3490-1 instances are approximately one meter tall. 


When an instance of SCP-3490-1 is damaged, it will regenerate 
from the point of contact over the course of several seconds, 
regardless of the injury's severity. In the case of portions of the body 
or even limbs being separated, both pieces regenerate into a full 
SCP-3490-1 instance. SCP-3490-1 instances show no sign of aging, 
and can only be properly terminated if all bubbles that make up their 
body are destroyed before regeneration can occur. 


SCP-3490-1 has seemingly developed its own language, culture, 
and religion, which is still being studied. Notably, instances are 
docile and social, often staying in groups. SCP-3490-1 only 
disperses during thunderstorms within SCP-3490-A, at which they 
seek shelter within the existing igloos. At 12:00 PMS every day, 
SCP-3490-1 gathers at the location of a Lockheed Electra 10E plane 
wreck in SCP-3490-A, and remains silent for ten minutes. After this, 
they continue their daily activities, which includes communicating 
and playfully wrestling. This continues until it is 12:00 PM once 
again, and the cycle continues. 


Addendum: Several transmissions of unidentified origin containing 
descriptions of anomalous phenomena had been kept in Foundation 
audio storage for forty-eight years prior to the discovery of 
SCP-3490. Review of the transmissions has since revealed a 
connection to SCP-3490. These transmissions are transcribed 
below. 


+ View Addendum 
07/02/1937, 08:43 AM 


Pol-3490-1: (Feminine) We are on the line 
157 337. We will repeat this message on 6210 
KCS. Wait. 


Pol-3490-2: (Masculine) Fuel is one minute 
out. Use throttle as little- (Cuts out) 


06/20/20 : And cold. It's like when the sun's only out if 
you have an umbrella. And then it's pissing down if you 
leave it at work. 


06/25/20 : Compromised by wearing a bathrobe. 
Probably for the best, | still feel those invisible eyes on 
me. 


06/26/20 : Haven't done any searching for over a week. 
Can't be bothered. Liver and onions for lunch today. 


06/27/20 : Fried chicken. 
06/28/20 : Veggie burgers. Threw them in the trash. 


06/29/20 : Beef stir fry. Could have used some soy 
sauce but it was all gone. 


06/30/20 : Pizza day. No Hawaiian. Total bust. 


07/02/20 : Second monthiversary since | killed everyone 
yesterday. Celebrated with some beer stashed behind 
Rommel's desk. Drank a second one for him. Drank 
another for each person | killed until | passed out. Woke 
up in a pool of vomit with what felt like an axe in my skull. 
Hair of the dog took the edge off. 


07/03/20 : Rommel's room empty. Should have known 
that wouldn't last. Ate a whole freakin’ submarine 
sandwich. Wish | didn't. 


07/04/20 : Found a story by Harlan Ellison in someone's 
quarters. Almost fits me to a T. But what's the point in 
screaming if nobody's around to hear it? 


07/05/20 : I'maf coward. Can't even kill myself 
without asking for help. Went into SCP-173's room and 
closed my eyes. SOB didn't even touch me. Instead 
[DATA REDACTED]. Wish | just disappeared with the 
rest of them. 


07/06/20 : Decided to chill with a few more SCPs. Still 


07/02/1937, 08:46 AM 


Pol-3490-1: Fuel is out. We are quickly 
lowering. Still on 157 337. Save our souls. 
Quickly lowering. Holding transmission until 
landing. 


(Silence) 


Pol-3490-1: L-Land is visible. Lots of 
turbulence. 


(A loud rumble is heard) 


Pol-3490-1: Control lost, going straight down! 
Straight down! 


(Screaming is heard briefly before cutting out) 
07/02/1937, 10:51 AM 


Pol-3490-1: We crashed at 8:47. Noonan died. 
| still don't know where | am, or what this place 
is. We dived through a cloud, and then... are 
we in it? Were we brought somewhere? I'm so 
confused. | briefly saw afterward, we were 
heading right into this wall. | ducked under the 
controls, on impulse. | guess | passed out 
then, woke up an hour later. My head really 
hurts, but I'm fine. 


(Silence) 


Pol-3490-1: The plane was barely damaged. It 
kinda just... bounced off. | think. | think 
Noonan w-was knocked around a lot... poor 
guy. | can't really give him a proper burial, a 
proper anything. | just wrapped him ina 
blanket, it was the most | could really do. It's 
raining out there, I'm sure he wouldn't want to 
sit out there, y'know. Sorry, I'm rambling, 
just... if this is coming through for you, please 


help. | don't know how, just... try. 
(Silence) 


Pol-3490-1: ... I-| guess I'll take a look around 
now. 


07/02/1937, 11:28 AM 


Pol-3490-1: I've calmed down a bit, but | still 
don't know what to say. I'min... mina 
village, of living things. | know this sounds 
rather silly... but, bubble people! | don't know 
how else to put it. (Giggles) 


Pol-3490-1: | was able to walk all the way 
around this place. | mean, I'm inside of this 
large shape, and | was able to walk all the way 
around the edge, and | never fell! | still don't 
know where this Is, but I'm still believing that... 
this is in a cloud. I'm in a cloud! These little 
people are adorable too, so friendly. They live 
in these small ice huts. They love to wrestle. 


(SCP-3490-1 is heard in the background) 


Pol-3490-1: ... T-They're calling for me. This 
is amazing. 


(Silence) 


Pol-3490-1: Keep trying to find me, if you 
haven't been already. | don't know if this is 
transmitting at all, | don't know why | believe it 
is. | just want to talk to someone about this. 
Maybe Noonan. Anybody. But I'm alone. 


07/03/1937, 7:19 AM 


Pol-3490-1: | have maybe a days worth of 
food. I'll try to ration it as best | can. If | do it 
well enough, I'll have four weeks. Four weeks. 


(Silence) 


Pol-3490-1: That's terrifying to think about. | 
always assumed | might die in a crash, and | 
accepted that. But, hunger... I'm sure that isn't 
fun. But you'll find me by then, I'm sure. Right 
now | don't want to think otherwise. 


(Silence) 


Pol-3490-1: ... Uh, anyways, I've... somewhat 
gotten used to being here. It's fun going about 
with the bubble people, it keeps my mind off 
things. They're still just as curious about me as 
| am about them, and it's just... | don't know if 
it's right to say that | love it here, but that's 
exactly how | feel. They've made me feel at 
home. 


(Silence) 
Pol-3490-1: (Giggles) ... Hungry already. 
07/03/1937, 6:33 PM 


Pol-3490-1: These people seem to have their 
own hardships as well. Every now and then, 
one of their huts will get caught in between 
part of the cloud, and as it moves, the hut is 
crushed. If that slime can break down solid ice, 
then there's no way I'm getting through it. | still 
might not ever get out of here, even if you do 
find me. 


(A loud commotion is heard, presumably 
originating from SCP-3490-1) 


Pol-3490-1: Wait... it's stuck! One of them is 
stuck. Hold on, I'm co- (Cuts out) 


07/03/1937, 6:36 PM 


Pol-3490-1: | saved it. So, one of the huts was 
stuck in the cloud again, and | guess it was still 
in the hut, and its leg got stuck. | ran over as 
quick as | could, and | tried pulling the slime off 
of it, but it was only getting worse. | kept 
pulling and pulling as much as | could, and | 
tore it in half! | was so worried and | didn't 
know what to do, but it actually seemed happy. 
It started growing and before you knew it, it 
was whole again! Most of them picked the little 
guy up and carried him around, and the ones 
that weren't were jumping around me. | 
glanced back at where he was stuck, but the 
cloud had already folded over. | don't know 
why this doesn't feel weird to me. Why does it 
make so much sense? 


(Silence) 


Pol-3490-1: Now that | think about it, some of 
the people were already walking away. Why 
didn't they care? Was it... normal to them? | 
hope this doesn't always happen. 


07/04/1937, 8:57 PM 


Pol-3490-1: I'm feeling a little weaker, 
sleeping a little longer. | just... | have that 
feeling you get, when everything is fine, but 
you just don't feel right. It's happening to me a 
lot now, coming on and off. I've just gotten so 
sick of water, | want to vomit just feeling it in 
my mouth. | don't know why I'm having so 
much trouble, but I'm just so hungry, and it 
makes me so irritated. It makes me so 
hopeless. You're looking for me, right? Search 
every cloud you can find around Howland 
Island. Please do it, no matter how ridiculous it 
sounds. 


(Silence) 


Pol-3490-1: N-No, | won't cry. 
07/08/1937, 1:03 AM 


Pol-3490-1: Sorry | haven't transmitted 
recently, I'm fine. | think it's been two days but 
| have no way of knowing. 


(Silence) 


Pol-3490-1: Only a day ago | couldn't bear 
Noonan's... stench. I've grown use to it 
though, I've been sitting in the plane for a 
while now. The bubbles come and visit me 
from time to time. | think they can tell I'm 
hungry. They keep bringing me ice in all sorts 
of shapes. It's helping for now. 


(Silence) 


Pol-3490-1: Yea, | don't know what else to 
say. 


07/09/1937, 12:20 AM 


Pol-3490-1: Rations are out. Can only go 
downhill from here. 


07/15/1937, 3:19 PM 
(Scratching noises) 


Pol-3490-1: ... H-How long has it been? It 
feels like it's been a while. | think I'm nearing 
the end. | can't keep myself going much 
longer. | don't want to keep going much longer. 
Seriously, what point is there anymore? Why 
do | even bother transmitting? You're not 
there. You're not- (Cuts out) 


07/17/1937, 9:35 PM