A rogue angel then demon fell from an aquatic numbered raptul 
attacked. 


The demon went rogue for a reason, yet it was not provoked no 
needed to reset; that we had been given long enough to conver 
him doubted his statements and banished him from rapture, cat 


While in our realm, the demon schemed alone. The demon mai 
throughout its stay in our fragile realm and intended to perform | 
island's doom. 


And so Hy-Brasil was attacked. Thousands slaughtered by the | 
of the island's population were men and women of science and 
demon was eventually killed by men and women of science, bu 


Man's curiosity concerning rogue angel then demon's fall into ot 
constantly-altering facade, and man had trouble removing the fé 
with curiosity as well; just not as ignorant as some. 


And so, they broke into rapture, deep underground. But you mu 


They angered the angels and, because of this, the angels bega 
threatened to flood our realm with both sea and the true numbe 
despite the immense power exhibited because of the rogue ang 


Man did not heed their warning. They entered into our plane an: 


My brother... he worked alongside me during the greatest Occu 
to find where the angels came from, but Japan was not as succ 
the dimension in which the angels were currently rebirthing, anc 


We simply watched as they began to remake the new world. Th 
her, the ocean, showing no signs of a challenge. My brother an 
as the angels created yet another chain of being. 


As we watched, one took my brother out of my arms. 
| must return to find him. The world we explored is not heaven. 


Do not fear, Ishida. | am coming. | will spread the knowledge 


will find you and return you home. 


Glory to Japan. 


Michizane has refused to further expand upon this document. 


Exploration 3534-L4: The following is a transcript of an authorized 
exploration into SCP-3534-2, conducted by operatives of Mobile 
Task Force Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders"). 


[BEGIN LOG] 


Command: Gamma-6, this is Command. Do you read 
me? 


Angler: Affirmative. 
Betta: | can. 
Carp: Confirming. 


Command: Close the hatch and prepare for 
submergence. 


Betta: Got it. 


The operatives close the hatch located on the top of 
SCP-3534-1. They advance forward until an area of 
required depth for submergence has been reached. 


Angler: We're ready, Command. 
Command: Copy. Submerge in three, two, one. 


SCP-3534-1 submerges completely under the ocean 
surface and proceeds to lower to a depth of ~20 m. 


Carp: We're about twenty meters down, Command. 
Awaiting your authorization before proceeding into dash- 
two. 


Command: Whenever you're ready, Gamma-6. 


After a brief moment of silence, SCP-3534-1 submerges 
to a depth of thirty meters, activating its anomalous 
effects. Gamma-6 is transported to SCP-3534-2 after 
visibility is obscured, as normal. 


Angler: Undergoing transportation, Command. 


Command: Copy. Report when you've made it, 
Gamma-6. 


SCP-3534-1 fully enters SCP-3534-2. 
Angler: Command, we've made it into dash-two. 


Command: Advance under your own discretion, but 
leave your helmet cameras on and report every sixty 
seconds. 


Angler: Roger that, Command. 
Betta: Alert, everyone. There's one right there. 


An SCP-3534-3 instance is visible through one of the 
windows of SCP-3534-1, approximately 50 m away from 
the submarine. 


Betta: Do they ever leave? 
Carp: I'll turn off the lighting. 
Angler: Yeah, go do that. 


Carp turns off all internal light sources. The SCP-3534-3 
instance briefly appears to look in their direction but 
changes course and swims away. 


Carp: Command, we can't even be in here for two 
seconds without a dash-three noticing us. This may be 
longer than expected. 


Command: Reminder that you have rations in the 
submarine and that you have no limit to power. 


Betta: Copy. 


Gamma-6 lowers to the ocean floor, entering the 
submerged ruins of an unidentified city. It begins 
navigating between abandoned streets. Occasionally, an 
SCP-3534-3 instance will pass overhead. 


Command: Gamma-6, report. 


Angler: Nothing out of the ordinary so far. Just a bunch 
of crocosquids and abandoned buildings. 


Command: Roger. 


Gamma-6 continues to navigate the ocean floor. They 
continue their course uninterrupted until an abnormality 
is noticed by Betta. 


Betta: Hey, A, you see that? 

Angler: See wh— oh. Yeah. Yeah, | do. 
Carp: What the hell is that thing? 
Angler: | don't know. 

Command: Gamma-6, what do you see? 


Betta: | think we might be overreacting. It looks like an 
air bubble. 


Angler: All the way down here? 


Carp: It's just... floating there. If it were an air bubble, it 
would go up. 


Angler: Then what is it? 


Carp: | don't see why you're asking me, A. 


Betta: Command, requesting authorization to proceed 
outside of dash-one to the abnormality. 


Command: Authorization granted. Take another 
operative with you. 


Angler: I'll go out with B. 
Carp: Ooooookay. I'll just be in here, then. 
Angler: Damn right you will. 


Angler and Betta take approximately fifteen minutes to 
properly equip themselves for diving using the aquatic 
suits found in SCP-3534-1. Rushing water can be heard 
as the artificial airlock opens to SCP-3534-2. 


Angler: Command, exiting now. 
Command: Copy that. 
Betta: Shit, it's cold. 


Angler: Especially for an area that contains fucking fire- 
breathing krakens. 


Betta: Well, they are cold-blooded, right? 
Angler: | don't know, are they? 


Command: Remain on task, Gamma-6. Proceed to the 
abnormality. 


Angler: Copy. Advancing. 


Angler and Betta approach the abnormality safely. No 
SCP-3534-3 instances are within view. 


Betta: There's something in it, A. 
Angler: What? 


Betta: Is that ... a tape? Underwater? 


Carp: Well, it's in an air bubble, so... 

Angler: Command, I'm going to reach in for it. 

Betta: A, | don't think— 

Angler quickly reaches his hand into the abnormality and 
retrieves the recording device. Despite being submerged 
in liquid, the device remains dry. 

Betta: ...or not. 

Angler: I've got it, Command. 

Command: Copy. Return to dash-one. 


Angler: Inbound. 


Angler and Betta continue to return to SCP-3534-1. An 
SCP-3534-3 instance can be seen approaching the two 
operatives from approximately 500 m away. 


Betta: Shit! Shitshitshitshitshit— 
Angler: Get down! 


The SCP-3534-3 instance attempts to attack both 
operatives but misses its first attempted strike. Angler 
and Betta continue their attempt to flee towards 
SCP-3534-1, until Betta suddenly halts all movement 
and spreads his limbs. 


Betta: The angels do not dwell in the Heavens above, 
but the abyssal depths below. 


Angler: B, what the fuck are you talking about? Come 
on, let's move! 


Betta: The arms of the starfish have embraced me. 
Angler: Fuck— 


The SCP-3534-3 begins circling back towards the two 


operatives. Angler swims backward to Betta's position 
and wraps a singular arm around his waist, attempting to 
swim back to SCP-3534-1. 


Carp: Hurry! Get in here! 
Angler: What the fuck do you think we're— 


At this time, another previously unseen SCP-3534-3 
instance is spotted approaching the two operatives. 
Angler's breathing heavily increases and he loses his 
grip on Betta. Despite this, Angler continues to swim 
towards SCP-3534-1. 


Angler: | am so sorry, David... 


The original SCP-3534-3 swallows Betta whole. The 
second SCP-3534-3 instance then attacks the first, and 
the two instances engage in physical combat. 


Angler: Oh my God, oh my fucking fuck— 
Charlie: Hurry the fuck up, A! 


Angler finally reaches SCP-3534-1 at which point he 
enters the submarine. Carp immediately begins their 
ascent. Gamma-6 is transported out of SCP-3534-2 via a 
laceration through SCP-3534 with no damage to 
SCP-3534-1. 


Carp: [Heavily] Un, Command, we're... we're good. We 
made it out. 


Command: Casualties? 
Angler: Um, affirmative, Command. David. 
Command: ...shame. Return to the docking area. 


Afterword: / don't know why he just ... stopped. He was 
looking at me the whole time. He just refused to move 


and... That wasn't David. It couldn't have been. — 
Codename Angler 


The following is a transcript of the tape recovered from Exploration 
3534-L4. 


[BEGIN LOG] 


...and so we began the project; damn thing lasted three 
years. Day after day, through dawn ‘til dusk, we worked 
on the machine. The corpse of the creature fueled our 
ambitions to learn more about its origins. Curiosity is 
never a bad trait to have. Looking back on Hy-Brasil, | 
didn't possibly think that anything else like that could 
ever exist again. But this job has taught me that nothing 
is impossible. 


That day was absolutely treacherous. No one knew 
where it came from; it just struck with absolutely no 
sense of mercy, with the intent to kill anything that 
moved. Hy-Brasil was most likely targeted due to its 
affiliation with the anomalous. It could have gone 
anywhere else in the world; Africa, Canada, Mexico, 
Brazil, the United States — absolutely anywhere. But it 
chose a single island that less than one percent of 
Earth's population even knew existed. 


...but, of course, we don't just wonder where things 
come from. We discover. That's our role in humanity: to 
advance the world in scientific knowledge and 
understanding of anomalies that plague the multiverse. 
So, Project [unintelligible] initiated, led by Doctor Visini. 
Nobody really agrees what the "true" goal of the project 
was, but its surface end-goal was clear: figure out where 
that damned thing came from. 


The doctors reached, uh, "salvation" because of this 
project. Who knew that salvation would be within the 
depths of the ocean instead of high in the sky? After they 
went in, they were surrounded by a bunch of those 


wasn't there. He wasn't there again today, oh how | wish 
he'd go away.” 


G: (laughter for several seconds) “Oh god...make it stop 
crying...” 


<Radio contact lost for twenty minutes. Mission called as “Failure” at 
0813 hours. Sporadic contact made over the next two weeks, 
recorded as follows:> 


A: “My foot is evaporating.” 
R: “-HELP HELP HELP HEL-” 
R: (humming tunelessly) 


S: “-lly there, it's just a illusion of a fish, it...oh...OH 
JESUS PL-” 


G: (laughter) 
K: (twenty seconds of a single sustained scream) 
K: “YES!, | JU-” 


A: “Home. | want my home, | don't want to feel the rust in 
me anymore. | w-” 


S: (soft crying, barely audible) 

G: “-ot it, | shot it, | s-” 

A: “-ry up, maybe? We haven't tried up in a few days...” 
S: “I'll eat it, but not beca-” 


D-11: “It's cold.” 


< No radio contact with team reported beyond this point. Radio 
monitoring is ongoing. Single report, one month after mission end, of 


reptilian fucks ... and we thought the one that attacked 
Hy-Brasil was big. These things stood higher than we 
could even comprehend. But these ones were docile, 
unlike in Hy-Brasil. Salvation was truly a sight to behold, 
especially with docile aquatic monsters. The researchers 
just kept walking until... 


They came across a large chapel shaped like a 
pentagon. A star was labeled on just about every single 
area on both the inside and the outside of the building. 
Of course, out of ignorance as well as curiosity, they 
entered. This was humanity's greatest mistake. 


It was filled with people, no, humans sitting around fires 
singing songs. In my opinion, the songs were quite — 
gah, fuck. Saying it now isn't going to save us. Their 
songs were spiritual, and they cast an aura upon the 
chapel. The aura was calming, but Visini decided it 
would be appropriate to spare his opinion to the 
salvation-dwellers. 


"Your music fucking sucks," he said. Originally, they 
chuckled it off and told him to sit down. Knowing Visini, 
he refused, which just ticked the gentlemen off even 
more than he intended. "Really. Fucking garbage," he 
said. And just then, one of the squids leaned down and 
swallowed one of the researchers. Music is sacred, 
especially to these creatures. Why? | don't know. | just 
know that's the fact and we realized it too late. 


They came from salvation down — er, up — to us, just to 
tell us our wrongdoings. Of course, they weren't going to 
leave us off with a warning. It's never that simple, 
especially when you're fucking with deities. They decided 
our only sin was ignorance, and they gave us a time to 
fix it. We had seven days. Now we have two. 


| have a strong feeling that they're going to stay true to 
their word. | have an even stronger feeling that the 
punishment stated is going to occur because humanity 
simply doesn't seem to care. If you're listening to this, 


somehow, then | just want to let you know... think wisely 
while in you're in that "salvation". It may just lead to not 
just your end, but the end for everyone else around you, 
too. 


Logged March 5th, 1993. This has been Dr. Agostinelli... 
most likely for the last time. 


[END LOG] 


Notes: In Baseline reality, Doctor Visini was a 
Foundation Senior Researcher stationed at Nexus-03, 
who proposed a research project to determine the origins 
of UAE-Brasil-78. This project was denied by the O5 
Council. Following the denial, Doctor Visini was 
reassigned to SCP-1982 in 1990 and was reported 
missing in 1991. 


Doctor Agostinelli was a Junior Researcher also 
stationed at Nexus-03, who was killed during Incident- 
N03-78. 


Footnotes 

1. Specialized amnestics used for the targeting and removal of 
specific memories. 

2. Involving the enslavement, reduction, or destruction of human life 
by an extreme number of Large-Scale Aggressors. 

3. A binding treaty enacted by King Delbaeth II of Hy-Brasil between 
the Foundation, the Global Occult Coalition and several 
governments concerning the reappearance of entities similar toUAE- 
Brasil-78. 

4. A midget submarine used by Imperial Japan during the Seventh 
Occult War. 


SCP-3535: Casus Lignum 


Item #: SCP-3535 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: Foundation engineers have 
constructed an enclosed greenhouse using a closed-loop 
hydroponics system. Any fluids or minerals inserted or removed 
from the SCP-3535 containment area are to be thoroughly examined 
for signs of plant matter. Recovered seeds are to be destroyed as 
soon as they are found. Living instances of SCP-3535 are stored 
within Site-103. 


Specimens of SCP-3535 still present in the wild are to be recovered 
alive, when possible. If relocation is not possible due to external 
factors or the anomaly itself, anti-arboreal chemical agents may be 
requisitioned from Site-77. 


Description: SCP-3535 is a parasitic species of plant which 
expresses multiple anomalous traits and properties. Due to its 
reproductive method of seeding inside of native plant species and 
assimilating their biology, instances of SCP-3535 can be found in 
any climate or location. 


Assimilation occurs over a period of three weeks from germination 
until the SCP-3535 instance is considered fully matured. The 
functions of the host will be taken over by SCP-3535 until it dies. 
SCP-3535 will shed the dead weight while beginning the process of 
regrowing the lost mass. Other than reproducing the natural 
appearance of a native species, instances of SCP-3535 may also 
take on artificial aesthetic adjustments to blend in to urban 
environments, such as holiday decorations or in one case 
integrating itself with a cell-phone tower disguised as a tree. 


The bark of SCP-3535 appears to be able to adjust its coloration at 
any time. It also produces a disproportionately large cloud of