C. E. I.: Redacted Runaways. [COMPLETED]

If I Was A Mask.. Where Would I Be?

[151 teleported to a old fashioned theatre.. He was feeling worried for his dear friends.. Hoping that they were OK and they had accomplish the mission... For now. The cloak anomaly had to face one of the last scp... 035..]

151: "I just hope my friends are alright.... For now.... I should see what 035 have in store for me..."

[The anonymous reached the location of the suspected anomaly. He went in doors to stumble upon a unwelcome surprise. A booby trap was set off. Firing a poison arrow straight towards Anon. But just in time to evade the oncoming attack..]

151: "A bit rude to set off a unexpected deadly surprise to me.... How lovely."

[The sound of what seems to be a gramophone playing was coming from the stage. 151 sat down on one of the seats. Waiting patiently for 035 big show. 151 scanned around his presence, only to see a row of Decomposed victims who had fallen to the possessive mask. The lights came on. Flashing towards the curtains of comedy.]

035: "Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls. Tonight show will star the act of laughter and Manipulation. Your favourite actor. 035!!"

[No one clapped. No one cheered. 151 stared as he watched the curtains lifted up. In the centre of the stage was a rotten moving body. A holder and commander of 035. A theatre like mask who can possess anyone thoughts only in the end to kill them entirely. Or take over their lifeless corpse as a puppet. 151 watch the anomaly perform. Telling jokes and harsh gossip acts. Dancing and pouncing around until he laid his eyes upon the anonymous. He command 151 to come up on stage.]

035: "You!"

151: "Me?"

035: "Yes you! Can you please Come up on stage for me. You really are that. Mysterious.. Perfect for a good ol act for the audience.."

151: "But.. The audience aren't alive..."

035: "Pretend... My fellow performer..."

[The cloaked mask left his seats. Feeling uncomfortable at first. He teleported on stage next to 035. Waiting on what the anomaly is planning to do. 151 can faintly see a puddle of mucus like blood forming beside him.]

035: "Ladies and gentlemen! Witness the act you never seen before.. Behold!! 100 tendrils!!"

[Red like octopus like tendrils formed inside the red puddle.. Spewing out and immediately attacking 151. The anonymous evade part of the oncoming attacks. Much to the disappointed 035. He brought out more and more. Either to restrain him or kill him quickly. 151 dug inside his magical cloak which stores a small pocket dimension. Either inside is his twisted killing game. Or a row of weaponry to protect himself if his powers are recharging. He brought out claw like blades to slice some of the charging tendrils to pieces..]

151: "I should have guess that you were planning on attacking me... That's not how performing goes...."

035: "Oh really... This isn't like any other performances made by those worthless humans...this performance was an idea from one of my victims... You can thank him..."

151: "Heh.... Lucky for you I got some tricks as well... Wanna see?"

[151 surrounded the possessive mask by a army of cloaked brim hats clones with the same mask as his... 151 also brought out a giant entity that resembles a giant Guy fawkes mask. Suited with floating arms attached with chains..035 looked up at him.. Bringing out more fleshy like tentacles from the floor.]

035: "Wh.. What... How did you do that?"

151: "Magic my friend.. Or In other terms.. The Manipulation of monsters and chaos... That's why I'm powerful at my universe.. Only for a good reason..."