(Lacking Data)
Last time I wrote an observation log, I was a kid, so I'm not sure if I'm up to this, but...
I guess orders are orders.
So, uhh... Start with describing its appearance?
Hm, alright. That was an apple.
A huge, grotesque apple with limbs.
Personally speaking, doesn't it freak you out when a food item gets all massive or starts walking on its own? Is it just me?
I went off-topic there. Anyway, that apple was golden. Definitely not something out of your average orchard. Mmm, right. It's what you call an Abnormality, yeah?
Then yeah, that apple Abnormality was strutting all by itself.
So I... I was getting a growing urge to chop that apple. It was almost magnetic. Hard to explain.
...Well, you won't find a lot of people who hate apples as much as I do. I guess that's on my unusual past.
We decided to fall back for now since we had too little intel to try and fight.
We'll probably take on it at some point, so I'll write down more when that time comes.
→ How disorganized. Were your reports as terrible during your military service?
→ Vergilius instructed us to write these however we wanted. Dante agreed with that, too.
→ …If Executive Manager is fine with it, I won't object.
→ [A cigarette burn is left on the paper.] S.P.C.
→ Seriously, some petty complaint that was.

(Observation Level 1)
Man, that was tiring.
It kept healing itself or whatever, it just wouldn't fall after we sliced, tore, smashed, and did all kinds of damage to it.
Fighting it was pretty simple... Well, it's not like all of us got out unscathed, though. What it does is run into us for a body slam. Not too hard to deal with once you're used to it.
I think I get its schtick after fighting it a few times. You see, it's got a golden aura floating around it, yeah?
But the aura was gone after the apple recovered several times.
Maybe that's its threshold of regeneration.
I'll let manager bud know about this. It might be what helps end this tedious struggle.

(Observation Level 2)

SPOILER: …[What appears to be foul words are scribbled out.]. This is why you put me in charge of the observation?
Did you know this crap would happen and…
Yeah, no. There's no way you could have…
None of us could, this was our first time.
Gah… When I blew that golden apple up, it split open.
Then some [What appears to be foul words are scribbled out.]ed branches popped out of the crack, and… That thing, that bastard…
It took Yuri…
And with that new nutrient, a swarm of maggots piled up inside…
"Metamorphosing" into a hideous face.
Haha, funny, isn't it. I was feeling a sense of kinship with that crawler. I guess it's because we were both pests…
Realizing that, I just couldn't stay calm. I had to tear that detestable face apart to find peace.
And then, and then...
→ Gregor was struggling to maintain his cool in his writing, so I relieved him of his pen. He didn't have much else to offer in terms of information, anyway.
→ Those maggots squirmed harder than I expected when I scorched 'em with my cigarette. Does this count as intel?