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!
"Thud"
"Thud"
"Thud"
The loud sounds followed one after another, and the ceiling was a good twenty meters above the ground. Some chippings that had been shaken loose hit the ground, then bounced onto A-Ming… causing him sharp pain.
Something really was striking the outside of the base. The feeling was akin to astronauts in a space station suddenly hearing something knocking against the aerospace materials above their heads.
And in the next second, with another roar, a massive crack abruptly appeared, rapidly spreading along the existing lines atop the ceiling… A huge boulder, five meters in diameter, fell directly down, aiming straight for A-Ming.
In that instant, a flood of data flashed through A-Ming's mind, and he knew he couldn't dodge in time.
Everything happened too fast. A-Ming's body couldn't keep up with his brain. In the blink of an eye, the giant rock had covered his entire field of vision, and then it made intimate contact with the ground, sending shards flying.