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!
Chapter 249: The Return of the Dark Realm (Part 4)
On the helipad at the top of a building in the old city district, Mr. Zou stepped off the helicopter. The skyscraper-like semicircular Iron Pillar in front of him pierced the sky... In the distance, similar pillars would emerge every few kilometers, abruptly embedded amidst uneven buildings, or unreasonably breaking through the center of the roads. Vehicles were haphazardly crowded at the sides of the roads, resembling a mini city model into which a piece of the Cybertron Planet puzzle had been discordantly added.
In the void before him, light seemed to be blocked by an invisible canopy, with everything inside the pillars flickering in and out of visibility, like a dream.
He had never seen such a massive "Dark Realm" invasion before.