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Clown Game

It was one thing to have my hands and feet securely tied, but why was my mouth also sealed? I should at least have been able to make a noise! Why was I confined in a mental asylum? Why did it seem like everyone was afraid of me? Why... do I feel like laughing?---------------- This is a story where Holmes and the Joker wreak havoc on the SCP Foundation. I hope everyone will enjoy it!

Fat melon · Horror
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Chapter 260: The Return of the Dark Realm (XV)

With that gunshot, the compression bomb was fired, and on the other side of the city, another massive anomaly was squished into powder, indistinguishable to the naked eye by an invisible force.

Dos's gun had no name; he was too lazy to name it, simply calling it "gun," and his team occasionally referred to it as "Dos's gun."

The gun was simple and therefore formidable, just like its owner, stripping away all embellishments to retain only the fundamental function of a gun: to aim—to shoot! In these respects, it had reached its limits. In fact, provided the positional data was complete, Dos could deliver bullets with any effect to any position within firing range at any time.

And its range… with Dos's own abilities backing it up, was almost infinite.