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!
(I've had to deal with some unspeakable matters these past few days—to avoid getting sidetracked, let's keep it light, like maybe bumping someone off... Speaking of killing, naturally, I'd want to write about a perfect one, so if there are any flaws, please point them out mercilessly. Thank you, everyone. Bow.)
Chen Xiao left the geek's private high-tech workshop, and the "Suicide Pistol" was also left there. It seemed the geek's dignity was somehow insulted by a strange point of view, so he would probably use all his life's skills to modify it into something spectacular. Of course, that doesn't rule out the possibility that he'd take the opportunity to tamper with the gun to eliminate public hazards... Who knows.
Anyway, that's enough about the gun.
Dragging his body, which hadn't rested since Fairy Tale Town, Chen Xiao boarded the subway back to K city.