Clown Game
It was one thing to have my hands and feet securely tied, but why was my mouth also sealed? I should at least have been able to make a noise! Why was I confined in a mental asylum? Why did it seem like everyone was afraid of me? Why... do I feel like laughing?---------------- This is a story where Holmes and the Joker wreak havoc on the SCP Foundation. I hope everyone will enjoy it!
Chapter 103: The Life of a Homebody
Chen Xiao, the owner of the coffee shop, closed late; he didn't have much else to do anyway.
His cousin had been job hunting recently and wasn't always helping out at the cafe, so he was usually alone. Of course, he didn't find it boring; being an otaku, all he needed was a computer, and it felt like he had everything. If he didn't need to go back and keep his 2D figures company every day, he could even stay in the cafe 24/7.