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 274: The Return of the Dark Realm (XXIX)
Dos looked on in shock at the scene before him, the serenely twisting, vivid, crimson tentacle... It was inconceivable that any life could have survived the direct hit from a compression bomb, so what was this mutated creature in front of him?
He quickly rushed to the edge of the building amidst the falling dirt... Directly below, the monstrous entity was struggling to emerge from the sphere radius blown open by the explosion...
It was, of course, known to Dos that what was above ground was merely a part of it, and that its larger body actually lay beneath the surface!
Dos clenched his teeth tight, his eyes almost splitting apart!
"How could this happen!"
He roared, out of anger, but also as a reproach to himself!