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!
The group walked out of the corridor, with Lin Fan trailing at the end. He pulled the steel awl from that corpse, casually wiped the blood off it, and walked forward.
Suddenly
"Hey, you asshole, when you kill someone, how can you not even say sorry?"
A voice came from behind him!
Lin Fan was startled, because in his recent vision from Future Vision, he had not seen anyone else appearing in the corridor besides this body. However, he didn't have time to think further, as he reflexively turned his head, and the blood-dripping steel awl in his hand fiercely flew out.
"Thud!" Again, the metal of the awl seemed particularly adept at piercing through other things and immediately lodged itself into the brain of the person behind him. Then, the person wobbled a few times and collapsed to the floor with a clatter.