We were less reckless after that. That Kaiju Sea 
may have poor visibility, but the Kaiju 
themselves produce so much EVE they light up 
our Aetherscopes like a Christmas tree. We 
tracked one of the smaller ones down near the 
shallows, drove it aground and spirited it into our 
hold. We've done that a few times now actually. 
Usually sell them to a zoo79. 


If you really need specimens for research, we 
can get you some of the smaller ones if you 
have the means to contain it, but it's a fool's 
errand to try to study them in the wild. It's 
impossible to observe them covertly; even if they 
couldn't detect EVE, their non-anomalous 
senses are as sharp as a shark's and they'll 
strike at anything the instant they become aware 


SCP-757: The Fruit Tree 


Item #: SCP-757 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-757 has been 
transplanted to a garden plot at Bio Site-103, which is to be under 
constant surveillance. Access to SCP-757 requires authorization 
from a researcher with level 3 clearance. The plot is to be cleaned of 
all rotten instances of SCP-757-1 twice a month, and they are to be 
incinerated on-site. 


Description: SCP-757 is a fruit producing tree similar to Prunus 
persica (common peach tree), that is 3.63m tall. The texture and 
properties of its wood are identical to that of a Malus domesticus 
(apple tree); it is easily broken, damaged, or burnt. Its leaves are 
identical to those of ordinary Prunus persica. 


Every dawn, SCP-757 produces new fruits, which are collectively 
designated SCP-757-1. Growth takes five minutes on average, 
although the size of the fruit is directly proportional to the growth 
time. Instances of SCP-757-1 remain in place for the duration of the 
day, and at dusk fall to the ground and rot rapidly. The amount of 
time an instance of SCP-757-1 takes to rot is directly proportional to 
its size. Human beings viewing SCP-757-1 while it remains attached 
to SCP-757 display a minor compulsion to consume it. Instances of 
SCP-757-1 are universally reported to be "extremely sweet" and 
"delicious". 


If a subject consumes any part of an instance of SCP-757-1, a new 
organ will form in the anterior of the subject's abdomen. This 
process is reported to be very painful. Over the course of a week, a 
new fruit of the type consumed by the subject forms inside this 
organ, causing further pain and visible swelling (and in the case of 
very large fruit, tissue damage). When the fruit is ripe, it is forced up 
a tube leading to the esophagus and ejected from the mouth, 


of it. They're enormous, they're vicious, they're 
magic, and hit and run tactics are the only thing 
that have a snowball's chance in hell of taking 
them down, unless you're the Book Burners of 
course. Or the Shark Punching Center. 


- Munin, Second Mate of the Nautilus, Brother of 
Hugin 


Doubt 


While the existence of the Kaiju Sea is 
unquestioned, the true origin and nature of the 
Kaiju remain unknown. What few observations 
we have of the Kaiju however do not seem to 
support the Fifthists' assertions that they are 
divine beings. They are magical, yes, but appear 
to possess wholly animalistic and instinctive 
intelligence. 


Fifthists have countered this by pointing out that 
in addition to EVE, the Kaiju are also known to 
emit akiva radiation, which they assert is proof of 
their divinity. This, however, represents a 
common misunderstanding of akiva. It is not a 
product of divinity so much as it is a product of 
faith. Akiva, like EVE, is a result of conscious 
perception. The difference is that instead of 
being emitted by the observer, akiva is emitted 
by the observed. Anything perceived as holy will 
emit akiva. The more numerous are the devout, 
and the more pious their faith, the stronger the 
akiva becomes. As such, the Fifthists' veneration 
of the Kaiju may be enough to account for their 
elevated akiva levels. Kaiju are not 'angels' any 
more than a cherished rosary is an angel. 


It does, however, seem likely that the Kaiju 


originate from a Floater universe quite unlike 
anything on our branch, and that the Kaiju Sea 
was brought into being when someone from their 
world attempted to gain access to it, and the 
subsequent apocalypse was caused by their 
own ignorance. 


These individuals were most likely Jailors, based 
on survivor testimony, recovered evidence, and 
their general MO. If this is the case, there are 
two lessons we should take from this. 


The first is that we are right to seek and treasure 
knowledge of the supernatural, for that keeps us 
far safer than blindly poking around in the dark. 
The second is that we must not let fear drive us 
to rash action. | do not want any more worlds to 
be invaded by the Kaiju, but neither do | wish for 
us to become like the Jailors. We must not act 
on fear alone. We must continue to learn about 
these strange beasts in order to mitigate the 
threat, yes, but also to appreciate them for the 
truly majestic creatures they are.2122 


1. You mean the Crocosquid? Why can't we agree ona 
name for this thing! This is super confusing. - Tabby K 
2. Yeah I've seen that movie. We beat them with giant 
robots with nuclear cannons and sword arms. - Miss 
Nexus 

3. It seems we've reached a consensus that the colossal 
entities found in this realm are called Kaiju. It's easy to 
remember, at least. ~ Hugin 

4. Jesus, did one of the Jailors write this? Just say fish 
you pretentious ass. - Miss Nexus 

5. Underwater fire? You mean like on Spongebob? - LL 
6. The International Center for the Study of Unified 
Thaumatology, also sometimes called Hogwarts. ~ Hugin 
7. Which they refer to as a Plokamisuchus. ~ Hugin 

8. Seriously, what is with all these names?! - Tabby K 


9. Thank god for that. ~ Hugin 

10. No kink shaming, please. - the Vandertramp 

11. And if you're ever atPretty Penny'sand feel like 
dropping a few hundred pounds on lunch, you can try 
them yourself - Nemo 

12. | don't know, that never stopped my parents from 
getting it on. - Miss Nexus 

13. Seemingly based on nothing but the Kaiju's 
pentaradial bodies, as well as insisting thatnon-euclidean 
biologyby itself is proof of Fifthism. ~ Hugin 

14. Basically the god of Fifthism. Going into more detail 
will cause aneurysms for all involved. - Miss Nexus 

15. Yeah, any religion that threatens fire and brimstone 
for disbelief is an immediate red flag for me, even if that 
fire and brimstone is literally water and Crocosquids. - 
Miss Nexus 

16. | find your lack of faith disturbing. - the Vandertramp 
17. We could build a wall? - the Vandertramp 

18. | repeat: Giant Robots. With sword arms. - Miss 
Nexus 

19. Wingchair? ~ Hugin 

20. What the actual fuck? - Miss Nexus 

21. They may not be angelic in origin, but perhaps they 
are angels in beauty. -Pangloss 

22. Hate to pick a fight with The Gloss, but no. Those 
things are frickin’ ugly. - Miss Nexus. 


A Storm More Foul, A Land Less Fair 


The last King of Hy-Brasil stood on the docks of his kingdom, which 
had been reduced to nothing more than a village. A storm had come 
to Hy-Brasil, thunder and lightning like the fury of a god. Delbaeth 
was a humble man, who wanted his legacy to be one of gradual 
rebirth for a land that had its very heart ripped out of it. This had 
been his hope, the focus of his entire reign. 


But in front of him stood the monster that had killed his father, his 
uncle, his cousin, and his home. It had died five years ago and here 
it was again, twice the size as it had been in the past. The thing 
towered so tall that its head lay in the storm clouds, out of sight. It 
was an ugly thing - too many arms and not enough tentacles, a 
wretch of parts that rightfully belonged to a myriad of beasts. 


By all means, a righteous world would not have permitted it to live, 
and yet here it was nonetheless, devoid of reason and devoid of 
right. 


He had been away from Hy-Brasil when the first bane of Hy-Brasil 
had destroyed the island - that was how he survived - but he was 
here now, ready to die with his people. The rest of the world had 
already collapsed into fire and ruin, brought upon by wretched 
krakens that had flooded out of some Foundation site in Japan. Hy- 
Brasil was lucky, for it avoided the majority of the beasts, but even 
the greatest of places will fall in time. 


The monster was too big to swim in the ocean, so it had toppled 
onto its tentacles and was crawling towards the city. It was making a 
path that would take it right by Delbaeth, as he stood watching the 
progress of the titan with disgust. Nothing about it was right, and his 
third eye screamed in his head how hideous it was. He did his best 
to ignore the cries, so he could watch the death of his homeland. 


The beast crawled right by him, and Delbdaeth looked it in one of its 
five eyes, trying to stare deep into the soul. His third eye pierced the 


mind of the beast, and found nothing at all. The kraken - all of the 
krakens - was nothing more than an animal, a creature of habit and 
a mindless beast. Nothing but instinct drove this abomination. 
Armageddon was nothing more than way of life for it. 


There were many magical wards on Hy-Brasil, far too many. They 
had done nothing but make the island a target for the first beast, and 
now the swarm of successors would follow suit. They hunted by 
magic, and they mistook magic for a food source. Perhaps it was? 
Perhaps the preyed upon magic itself? Stranger things have 
happened. But in any case, they would come to Hy-Brasil and find 
nothing to kill, only a city to destroy. 


In another world, perhaps, this would not be happening. In another 
world, Delbaeth might be more fortunate. He might have been able 
to form a pact to safeguard the world against monsters like this, and 
he might have had the chance to rebuild the ruins of Hy-Brasil. But it 
is not prudent to let one become distracted with the fates of other 
worlds, for the one that exists is all that matters. In this world, this 
wretched world, there were thousands of monsters and not enough 
men to kill them. 


The rest of the world had hardly fared any better at all, falling to the 
beasts when they poured from the sea. America had damned itself 
with their own nuclear missiles. True, the only way to destroy one of 
the beasts was with nuclear weaponry, but the fools had pointed 
their weapons at themselves and pulled the trigger. Yes, their atomic 
fire vaporized the monster attacking New York, but what had 
happened to New York in the process? 


Other nations - those with the option, at least - were then left with a 
devil's choice. Did they want to die at the five hands of abominations 
that did not belong in this world, or at the old familiar fears they had 
always thought would be their end? They justified their choice by 
saying that they weren't actively killing themselves, only allowing the 
end to wash over them. 


Delbdaeth gripped the spear in his hands tighter, as the beast 
dragged itself towards the heart of Hy-Brasil. He ripped his sword 
out of its sheath and it began to glow with a brilliant light. Together, 
they were half of the Four Treasures of Tuatha Dé Danann, the last 


remnants of his people's culture. The spear had belonged to Lug 
and the sword to Nuada Airgetlam |, the namesake of Delbaeth's 
uncle, king before him. 


They were weapons clouded in myth and mist. It was said that no 
battle held against the spear would be lost, and no foe could escape 
the sword. If the legends held true, Delbaeth, having armed himself 
with both, stood unassailable on the rocky coast of Hy-Brasil. 
Clutched in his hands were the mightiest of weapons ever forged, 
weapons of great and terrible power. 


King Delbaeth, Lord of the Tuatha Dé Danann, Sovereign of the 
Kingdom of Hy-Brasil, Master of Fair Folk, holding the weapons 
used to anoint him as royalty, standing in front of a kraken, felt like 
he was nothing more than a child pretending to be a royal. 


From what he understood, the sword and the spear had been 
wielded during the first attack upon Hy-Brasil. The first bane of Hy- 
Brasil had fallen in that battle, which did speak well for the power of 
the sword, but the fool that had grabbed the spear to fight with it had 
died as well. The beast had rampaged for another hour, and in that 
hour the heart of Hy-Brasil was torn out. 


Delbaeth looked up to the stormy skies, letting the rain hit his face. 
The wards that had controlled the weather of Hy-Brasil had broken 
when the rest of the island died, and it was subject to the same 
atmosphere as the rest of the world. He had been raised ina 
beautiful land of luck and light, and now it was his time to die ina 
broken land of darkness and decay. 


The Coalition had come in full force before, bombarding and 
attacking the first beast. But there was no sign of them this time. 
Delbaeth did not know if they were busy elsewhere, trying to save 
the last remnants of civilization that still existed, or if they had 
already fallen with the rest of the world. But the reason why they 
were not here was of no importance, only their absence was. They 
were not here, and nothing would change that. 


The last king of Hy-Brasil turned to the beast. He thought of his 
uncle, his father, and all his family who had died in Hy-Brasil all 
those years ago. They had died in the rain as well, but they had not 


been expecting it. He, however, was ready. He steeled himself for 
what would come next, and turned his gaze to the monster eating 
his city. 


Delbaeth screamed. Many of the women in his lineage had become 
banshees after they passed away, and he channeled them to make 
his voice a chorus. He cried for the death of his kingdom, for the 
death of his legacy, for the death of his people, for the death of the 
world. The wail echoed throughout the city, the last cry of Hy-Brasil. 


Tears streaming down his face, Delbaeth glanced at his weapons 
and realized just how worthless they truly were. The Tuatha Dé 
Danann were a literal people and their magic followed suit. If not 
used exactly as intended, the enchantments on the weapons would 
have no effect. It would find any loophole and exploit it. 


The sword prevented escape, and of what help would that be? Any 
blow from the sword would be nothing more than a prick to the 
beast, one that would heal within seconds. It did not want to run 
from the sword and so the sword would be of no use whatsoever. 
That magic was strong against mortal men faced with Fair Folk 
raiders, but attack would have no similarities to that. The sword 
slayed men, not monsters. 


The spear would be equally worthless. A fly daring to bite a god is 
not a battle and it is barely even an attack. The Coalition's assault 
on the kraken had been a battle, for they had brought weapons to 
rival the power of the beast. But the Coalition was nowhere to be 
found and the only weapons that Delbaeth had to his name was two 
useless artifacts that he was barely trained to wield. The Coalition 
hunted gods and Delbaeth hunted deer. 


The kraken lifted itself on the ground and its head went back into the 
clouds for just a moment, before coming back down to release a 
deluge of flame. The city ignited, just as it had before, but this time 
there would be no deliverance. These fires were final, for all the 
valiant men in the rest of the world were already gone, and the last 
remnants of Hy-Brasil had already left. 


It was now the time for action, whether it be to flee or to fight. He 
had the resources to try and find one of the last vestiges of humanity 


or to flee this world for another plane, like the Wanderer's Library. 
This would not be the end, unless he wanted it to be. But as he 
watched the aquatic dragon burn his city, a fire of his own began to 
burn, deep inside.