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!
Splitters' Headquarters, a door opened, and Chen Xiao staggered in.
When he left last time, Qiu Mujin gave him a key, and despite many objections, in order to keep the postman from running back and forth too often, Chen Xiao ended up getting the permission to come and go as he pleased... As someone described by others as a "companion," Chen Xiao definitely had it tough.
But he didn't care about that stuff.
He walked towards the center of the huge square outside the door.
"Hey hey hey, wait a minute, there's nothing to see here."
"Can't you just not summon like that? You look so unsophisticated, it's embarrassing for me to be seen with you."
"Stop vibrating, my groin is getting numb.... Ah, good good..."
As he walked, Chen Xiao muttered nonsensically to himself, and finally, seemingly reluctantly, reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Then, he posed as if to take a "selfie," holding up the phone, except the screen was facing outward.