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 270: The Return of the Dark Realm (XXV)
Abraham gasped into the communicator, "Then hurry! This thing seems to be almost taking shape! Who knows what it'll become when it does!"
Dos said nothing more, but his brows were tightly furrowed. He knew how tough the battle in the city center was. Abraham's energy was indeed sufficient, but there must be about a dozen field agents gathered there as well, which meant he had to maintain a huge defensive stance to protect everyone else. Otherwise, with his fighting style, it wouldn't just be the mutants getting scorched.
Level 17! Even having carried out so many Dark Realm missions, mutants above level 15 were few and far between. He was well aware that, with such a rapid aggregation speed, it was nearly impossible to eliminate it now. The people there were throwing everything they had just to buy themselves more time.
The success of this mission, along with the lives of all the survivors, now rested on his shoulders.