The voice was distorted, shrill—dripping with mockery and pain.
"Tanny~ Oh Tanny~ What looong things we've left here. So looong, so sharp~ Tanny, why must you hurt me? Hehe… Oh—"
Static swallowed the screen.
The Chat Group froze.
That voice—it was the Jester, Barb.
But why was it helping them?
As the screen died, Jinx forced a grin. "Well ain't that a fucked-up little clown."
"Move. Now." Irantu charged ahead.
The Chamber of Horrors
The team spilled into a cavernous room, its walls studded with sickly green lights. The space stretched hundreds of meters, dominated by a tower-like structure pulsating with emerald radiance.
Deadpool whispered, "Hey, Power Ranger—got night vision? My mask's busted."
"Optics removed after memetic exposure," Irantu muttered.
Hollis adjusted his goggles—then stiffened. "There's… things on the ceiling. Hundreds. Never seen shit like this."
The air thickened with dread.
"Options?" Irantu scanned the team. "Disable the machine quietly… or fight."
Jinx patted her empty explosives pouch. "I vote 'boom.' But… yeah. Too many."
Hollis' eyes lit up. "They feed on the machine's energy, right? Cut the juice, they'll weaken—like swatting mosquitoes."
The Master Chief opened his mouth—
BOOM!
The floor quaked. A hundred meters ahead, flames geysered as the wall collapsed—revealing a glistening black limb tipped with a crimson eye.
SCREEEECH!
From above, hundreds of tiny entities rained down.
The team braced for annihilation—
…Nothing happened.
Instead, the leeches and ceiling creatures turned on each other.
Chat Group erupted:
"WTF?! Anomalies fighting anomalies?!"
"Since when do SCPs have beef?!"
Marvel Universe – S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ
Natasha gaped. "They're… eating each other?"
Nick Fury's eye narrowed. "That leech consumed a memetic entity earlier. It's not a breach—it's a predator."
The implications hit like a truck:
How many anomalies had these things devoured to grow this vast?
The Machine
Irantu seized the chaos. "Onru—disable the machine! Everyone else, COVER!"
As the team fell back, Titus carved a path for Onru, chainsword shredding any creature that lunged.
CLANG!
Lights flared, revealing the Thresher Device—a monstrous engine covering the rear wall.
Onru's fingers flew over the controls—until a tremor rocked the room.
CRASH!
Another colossal leech burst through the floor, its maw yawning toward Onru—
VRRRM!
Titus' chainsword severed its tendril mid-lunge.
"FIRE!" The Master Chief's squad unleashed a storm of bullets, but the beast wouldn't die.
WHAM!
A leech-limb smashed a Mole Rat operative into paste against the wall.
"VIGO! NO!" Hollis roared.
Titus answered with three strikes:
A horizontal slash—decapitating two limbs.
An upward rip—gutting the leech's underbelly.
A plunge—chainteeth burrowing into its core.
Deadpool whispered, "Holy shit. He's a butcher."
As black ooze rained, Titus lobbed an incendiary grenade into the wound.
KABOOM!
The leech's death-screech shook the facility. The surviving abomination retreated into the walls.
The Writing on the Wall
Fleeing through flooded corridors, the team spotted pale corpses suspended underwater.
Then—the graffiti:
"WHAT HAPPENED TO SITE-13?"
(The word "WHAT" scratched out, replaced by:)
"EMERSON."
"DID WE DEFILE A GOD?"
Sherlock Universe – 221B Baker Street
Watson paled. "What in Christ's name did Emerson do?"
Holmes exhaled smoke. "Something that made even anomalies fear him."
The Final Trap
Eight minutes later, the team reached a mechanical warehouse—only for a junk-golem to assemble itself from scrap.
A toy robot head twitched atop its body, speakers crackling:
"I am reborn on this stinking planet. Pitiful humans… you shall burn in the darkness of my torment."