What's Wrong with the Witch

　　At this time, I saw SCP-268 "Quasimodo" stretch out its arms and grab him viciously.

　　"I'm your father!"

　　Dr. Clodo shouted.

　　He tried to urge control of SCP-267 "The Bell Ringer" and SCP-268 "Quasimodo", only to find that the connection between the two "sons" and him has been completely severed.

　　In other words, if he really died, he would no longer be able to reincarnate on his two sons through the erosion of consciousness.

　　"how can that be?"

　　In a moment of consternation, the attack of SCP-268 "Quasimodo" has arrived.

　　With just one kick, the ground was thrown directly into a deep pit.

　　The sledgehammer of SCP-267's "Bell Ringer" then arrives, eager to hammer him to shreds.

　　Facing the attacks of two mysterious Sequence 2 demigods, Dr. Clodo was clumsy. In addition to dodging, he was very effective in counterattacking.

　　Because there are other demigod beast monsters made by Kerris who don't know how many negative states they have put on him. Disease, cold, fear, slowness, disgust, and almost everything in a nightmare are superimposed at this moment.

　　Various negative states, replaced by general situations, Clodo can still resist.

　　However, there were so many demigods and beasts that could not resist attacking him.

　　In less than a few seconds, Dr. Clodo felt that his nerves were paralyzed, and countless fears swarmed out of the abyss of unimaginable nightmares like a tide, turning into all visible and invisible hatred, dark, crazy and noisy vortex. engulf.

　　[Is this the dream master who is being promoted to mysterious sequence 0? ! 】

　　The moment of stunned.

　　Before Clodo could open his suitcase, SCP-267's "bell ringer" smashed his head into pulp with a hammer.

　　SCP-268 "Quasimodo" once again grabbed Dr. Clodo's legs and tore them left and right, tearing them in half.

　　The rest of the monsters swarmed, surrounding the corpse was a ravage, completely shattering Dr. Clodo.

　　In the blink of an eye, there were only some broken pieces of flesh and blood left on the ground, which vaguely indicated that Dr. Clodo had appeared here.

　　Ah this.

　　Died so soon?

　　Mu Qiqi, who sat on the side of the magic broom, was very dissatisfied with Clodo's death.

　　I thought it was still some great horror game boss, but now it seems to be just a small boss.

　　However, this little boss was beaten to death by the monster he was carrying. If it was matched to the game, it would be very reasonable and clear.

　　According to the settings in many games, the player's attack is often microdermabrasion and scraping for the BOSS, and a certain amount needs to be gathered to cause a certain amount of damage to the BOSS.

　　Only a very small number of players wearing the artifact can deal higher damage.

　　In addition, the game mechanism allows players to control elite monsters or other small BOSS settings. Using elite monsters and small BOSS to attack BOSS will often result in explosive damage.

　　Mu Qiqi glanced at the monsters still wandering on the ground, and used the hand of fantasy to grab an eight-legged monster.

　　There was no accident, because the other party struggled too hard and accidentally crushed it.

　　Forget it.

　　Mu Qiqi sat sideways on the magic broom and continued to fly into the distance.

　　Since the bosses in horror games can be refreshed here, maybe other interesting things can be encountered.

　　……

　　Not long after Mu Qiqi left, the remaining flesh and blood on the ground began to grow dense tentacles one by one, and gradually gathered together to form a brand new Dr. Crodo.

　　It's just that his face is much paler than before he entered the real dream, apparently because this resurrection consumes a lot of energy.

　　Seeing that the suitcase on the side was still there, Dr. Clodo instinctively walked towards the suitcase.

　　"Damn, what kind of power is this?"

　　Thinking of the scene of being killed by the group just now, Dr. Clodo couldn't believe it.

　　Obviously his son, and the demigod monster beast he controlled, who would have thought that the target of the attack would become him in the blink of an eye?

　　Is this the power of the gods who are being promoted to mysterious sequence 0?

　　Dr. Clodo felt a rare fear.

　　He is not an opponent at all.

　　At this time, a tall shadow appeared in front of him.

　　Dr. Clodo raised his head blankly, and saw SCP-267 "Bell Ringer" holding up the sledgehammer of the bell. There are beasts and monsters wandering in the distance, as if they smelled the fishy smell of wild cats, galloping like crazy.

　　Come again?

　　Boom!

　　Dr. Clodo's head was smashed to pieces again, and the body was picked up and torn apart again.

　　……

　　"Hi! Hi! Hi!"

　　In the amusement park, the music of twisted and crazy idol girls rang loudly.

　　The crowded audience was immersed in this madness, calling loudly for the girls performing on stage!

　　A group of hooded rabbits, holding axe high in their hands, danced a strange dance and came to the doctors of the Truth Science Society.

　　Vincent pressed one hand on the Thaumiel-class containment SCP-102 "Sword of Judgment", and drew his sword the moment the hooded rabbit approached, and the hooded rabbit in front of him fell down neatly.

　　The red blood spread, the strange music suddenly became quiet, and countless screams of horror sounded in the amusement park.

　　"Ah, murdered..."

Chapter 163 I Sentence, You Are Guilty

　　"Killed!"

　　In the playground, under the lights, red blood was flowing.

　　Screaming tourists are running in terror, away from the doctors of the Society of Truth in white coats.

　　Vincent and other doctors of the Truth Science Society who watched this scene were a little puzzled.

　　Why do a bunch of grotesques act so terrified?

　　Shouldn't it be them who should be afraid?

　　Although they didn't panic at all.

　　After all, according to the information submitted by the SCP Foundation's Magic City Station, Liu Beifeng, the "sword master" of the ninth bureau of the mysterious dragon country, once entered a real dream and evacuated after a brief contact with a grotesque doll bear.

　　They were just swallowed up by the expansion of the real dream realm at the edge, and it was enough to evacuate in time.

　　"Leave here first!" Vincent said, "The real dream realm is temporarily..."

　　Vincent just wanted to leave with the members of the Truth Science Society, indicating that the field could not trap the demigods, but a team of armed security personnel appeared in front of the playground.

　　Beside the vehicles blocking the road, dark muzzles aimed them at them, and even rockets were set up.

　　"Put down your weapons, surrender immediately, be lenient when you confess, and be strict when you resist!"

　　Among them, a man in a suspected captain's uniform shouted with a loudspeaker.

　　The man's body is still in the state of a humanoid shadow, and it seems that it has not fully manifested.

　　Looking at the scene in front of him, Vincent and other doctors of the Truth Science Society were a little surprised. This real dream humanoid grotesque actually planned to use firearms to deal with them?

　　No matter how you look at it, everything that happened here seems to be a replica of human behavior in a certain historical period long ago in the magic city?

　　"I pronounce judgment, you are guilty!"

　　Vincent pressed on the Thaumiel-class containment SCP-102 "Sword of Judgment" and said lightly.

　　In an instant, all the grotesque humanoids who used firearms to aim at the doctors of the Truth Science Society fell down, turning into pools of dark blood, exuding an extremely disgusting aura.

　　The doctors of the Truth Science Society quickly walked out of the playground, and the playground music behind them was still playing loudly, but the originally lively music began to become hollow, whimpering, and weird, and gradually changed to absurd, wild, and fragmented darkness.

　　"What are you looking at?!"

　　Dr. Mike pointed to the sky.

　　I saw that the sky was covered with dark and disgusting blood stains at some point in time, and these blood stains seemed to flow down on the transparent glass.

　　It was as if the whole world was falling into a creepy, viscous darkness.

　　The roads are changing, the sky is changing, the surrounding towns are changing.

　　The playground became blurred and dilapidated in their field of vision, the air became cold and humid, and the normal night sky turned an evil dark red.

　　The howling wind came from the dark and dilapidated street, as if the scream of the devil was full of hatred and madness, and it seemed to pull everyone present into a dark vortex full of dead silence and madness.

　　The road that came in has completely disappeared.

　　The playground full of joy and bustling is also gone.

　　In its place is a dead town with no life at all...

　　"We fell into a deep dream!"

　　Vincent looked at the surrounding environment and said calmly.

　　If he was in the playground, he could still vaguely perceive the direction of leaving the real dream realm, but now he can't perceive anything.

　　A drop of rainwater the size of a bean fell, dripping on the ground, like dripping blood.

　　Two drops of rain fell, and there was one more flower of blood on the ground.

　　Gradually, the rain of blood descended, immersing the entire gloomy town in the rain of blood.

　　Several doctors of the Truth Science Society almost invariably took out an umbrella to isolate the rain of blood.

　　Fortunately, it often rains at the headquarters where they meet, so everyone habitually brings an umbrella with them.

　　"Dr. Ceresia, have you found anything?"

　　Dr. Vincent asked from the front.

　　However, there was no response from Dr. Ceresia behind him.