The audience across the multiverse was left utterly bewildered by Bobble the Clown's ramblings.
Sherlock Holmes Universe – 221B Baker Street
Watson rubbed his temples. "That thing's just spouting nonsense!"
Holmes, however, traced a finger along his pipe.
"No… there's truth in its madness."
"Words like 'grinder,' 'experiments'… Site-13 wasn't just a containment facility."
"It was a slaughterhouse."
Watson paled. "You mean they butchered SCPs? For fun?"
Holmes' gaze darkened.
"And someone—this 'Emerson'—played with forces even the Foundation fears."
"Now, the abattoir has broken open."
Inside Site-13
The team pressed forward, following a distress signal.
Then—darkness.
For three days (or was it three hours?), they vanished.
When comms finally crackled back to life, Master Chief's voice was strained:
"Command… we found survivors. Thirty, maybe. MTF teams too."
"But we're trapped. Every cell here is breached."
"Things are hunting us."
Deadpool's voice, uncharacteristically grim:
"Send the cavalry. Or don't. We'll be popsicles by then."
Three-Body Universe – Earth
Luo Ji's blood ran cold.
"Time dilation…?"
Inside Site-13, days passed in hours.
What horrors did they endure?
Enter: MTF Tau-5 ("Samsara")
Four figures stood at the drainage valve—more machine than human.
Irantu (Leader): A veteran's eyes set in a face of scarred alloy.
Munru: A hulking brute with hydraulic fists.
Nanku: Pink-haired, grinning, fingers drumming a plasma rifle.
Onru: Silent, her optics scanning wavelengths beyond human sight.
Kondraki's voice: "Move in. Retrieve survivors. Nothing else."
Nanku cracked her neck. "Boring. Can't we break something?"
Irantu ignored her. "Optics check. No memetic deaths today."
The Descent Into Hell
They entered through Incinerator Shaft Delta-9.
The walls were lined with corpses—charred hands clawing at the grate.
Munru kicked one. "Toasty. Think they walked here?"
Onru's HUD flickered. "This leads to the 'Pit.' Where they fed the anomalies."
The team breached a concrete wall—revealing Control Room A-7.
A massive observation window, blackened by soot.
Onru activated the console.
WHIRRR—
The incinerator awoke.
The "Pit" below churned—a mountain of fused flesh and metal, faces screaming in the molten slurry.
Nick Fury (Marvel Universe)
"Mother of—"
"This is where they processed SCPs."
The Truth of Site-13
Holmes was right.
This wasn't containment.
It was industrialized slaughter.
Emerson's "games" turned Site-13 into a meat grinder for the supernatural—
And now, the butchered had woken up.