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 83 Dark Realm Complete
Outskirts of K City
A residual image flashed by.
One second later,
the sand and dust stirred up in its wake, and a fierce wind suddenly burst forth, pushing aside the broken stones on both sides.
The man with the sinister face was running, each step like a heavy hammer smashing onto the ground, emitting dense explosive sounds, propelling himself forward.
"Aberration level 8..."
"Aberration level 11..."
The synthesized electronic voice in the earpiece kept sounding.
With a reluctant frown, the man muttered in his mind,
"Why is it so fast this time..."
Immediately after, he crouched down, forcefully stomping his right foot on the ground.
With a "bang," it was as if he had pierced the sound barrier.
A few leaps, and that hemispherical structure surrounded by several crescent-shaped towers came into view. Its internal space had long been shrouded in a layer of black fog, vaguely revealing streaks of crimson wind.