"Treats"

"For fuck's sake, where the hell is it?"

Agent Weng sighed, rubbing his face through his mask. The night was chill, but all three men were sweating badly. All around them surged horrors, monsters, demons, fantasy beasts, and animate objects, giggling and roaring as they wandered. The three men in gas masks and armored suits looked under-dressed if anything. As they stood, one man suddenly reached out, a gloved fist grabbing a mildly drunk zombie and tugging it close for a few seconds, before releasing him back to the surge of humanity, the undead beast cursing and stumbling away.

"Fucking Halloween bullshit. We need to seal this whole area."

Agent Drak shook his head, gesturing to the traveling packs of costumed revelers. "The railcar popped too close to the city. It wasn't even supposed to be on this track, they think MC&D might have buggered up something. Can't clamp the whole town without major fallout."

"And what the hell do they think will happen now? The old bastard is out there, and we can't even fucking FIND him!" Weng kicked a discarded wrapper, glaring through tinted lenses at everyone who didn't have to chase hell for a living.

Drak patted the fuming man on the back. "Easy, big fella. Command figures the old man takes a couple people, then does his lazy crocodile thing. That's easier to cover than why a major city had to be quarantined on Halloween."

Parks, until now little more than a statue, crackled in with his broken, rusty voice. "How hard is it to find a rotten old man that kills everything it touches?"

Weng shook his head, still scanning the crowd. "He just looks like an old man most of the time. He can look however he wants. Normally we tell people to just follow the screaming. Fat fucking lot of good that does now. Where the hell is our expert?"

A brittle, creaking chuckle rolled over the radio. "Harken says he's as much an expert on SCP-106 as a plane crash survivor is an expert on aviation. They won't field lab techs until our initial eval. We're on our own for now."

The three men stood, awash in horrors, looking for one that would put all the rest to shame.