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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!

Fat melon · Horror
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270 Chs

Chapter 149 Numbers Three

He didn't even bother with the lights, using the illumination from the corridor, he peeled the "Work and Rest Schedule" off the wall! Then he hurried back to the ward he had just left, hastily placed his hand on the wall, and started searching above the scratches.

Finally, he touched a strange spot, a peculiar sticky sensation, the kind left behind only after tape had been pulled off. Furthermore, starting from this spot, he found three other sticky "tape residues," perfectly positioned at the corners of an A4 paper.

Dr. Zhang knew he had guessed right, so he couldn't wait to pick up the "Work and Rest Schedule" in his hand, align it with the four corners, and affix the paper to the wall once again.

...Just like that, the wall was restored to its "original state."

He looked at the wall which was now much more pleasing to the eye and took a deep breath.