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 254: The Return of the Dark Realm (Part 9)
On the other side,
These A-level field agents dared to choose the area of the city center with the most destruction because they weren't afraid of danger. As combatants near the top echelon within the Foundation, they were entitled to this pride and courage; there was nothing wrong with that.
But what they didn't expect was that just 20 minutes after entering the Dark Realm, an intense battle erupted.
There was no warning, it came suddenly, so fast that nobody realized what had happened, when a B-level agent was impaled through the chest by a tentacle that shot out from a building...
The agent looked blankly at the grotesque tentacle jutting out from his chest, stunned for several seconds.
"Help...help?!"
He still couldn't quite believe it as he cried out.
It wasn't until then that the people in front began to realize what had happened. They turned their heads, shocked at the scene in front of them