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!
Four minutes passed quickly, and "Utility Pole" glanced at his own phone.
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Choice results:
Black: 2 people
White: 3 people
Please choose your color: "Black" "White"
Time limit: 01:00
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"Utility Pole" furrowed his brows tightly.
"Hey! Who else is messing around!" he shouted angrily, his previously harmless demeanor gone in an instant. His gaze swept over everyone present and finally stopped on Wang Billy. "Is it you! You're angry because I snatched the containment bonus from a mission from you, right!"
Wang Billy was clearly taken aback, "What are you talking about? That bonus was only 15 points, and we agreed at the time, those 15 points were for your medical expenses!"
"You see, you still remember that the bonus was 15 points, proving you've held a grudge!" Utility Pole roared.
Wang Billy's face showed impatience: "I'm not forgetful, so what if I remember?"
In an instant, the harmony that was just there disappeared.