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 67: I! Indestructible!!
Chen Xiao didn't feel himself touch the floor, rather, with a "gulping" sound, he fell into a pool of bloodiness; the extremely viscous liquid instantly submerged him. It was like glue nearly solidified, and every struggle required all of his strength. He couldn't open his eyes, nor could he breathe, aware that he was enveloped by something utterly disgusting and evil, like the blood of decomposed corpses. He could even feel his fingertips touching some floating limbs and severed arms.
At that moment, he heard Angel's voice by his ear.
"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt,"
But no sooner had she finished speaking than she burst out laughing with a "pfft," like a little sister unable to suppress her mischief, speaking in an adorable tone.
"Hehe... just kidding!"