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 275: The Return of the Dark Realm (XXX)
In the city center, a blue spherical barrier enveloped a space nearly a hundred meters in diameter. At the very center of the dome stood Abraham, unrecognizable from his usual self.
His clothes were almost entirely scorched, with only tattered remnants still hanging on his shoulders. Unburnt embers clung to his beard and hair. Underneath the charred fabric, his body shone with a metallic luster. Given his bulky physique, the nickname "The Iron Barrel" was truly well-deserved. Moreover, densely packed runes covered his metallic frame, seemingly belonging to no known language. They followed a particular arrangement, appearing like a work of art etched upon his surface. In the seams of his armor, a faint blue light flowed.