Clown Game
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!
Chapter 224: Fat Otakus
On Shell Street, there was a cafe that was neither hot nor cold, rarely frequented by customers. But about two months ago, it seemed as if the cafe's plump otaku owner had an epiphany... or perhaps, an inspiration for pleasure, in any case, he used all the savings he had scrupulously squirreled away over the years from pirated pamphlets... to renovate the cafe anew.
Moreover, the style transformed from the common street-side shop readily found nearby, into one... a maid-themed cafe!
To be honest, such a change would not likely be well-received by most, given its niche audience. After all, the former cafe could accommodate any passerby looking for a place to rest, but with the addition of 'maid' to its name, the clientele was now almost limited to those carrying an aura of otaku decay...
But!!
The customers here... seemed surprisingly numerous!
Now, the cafe had gained a bit of fame... and at times, it even reached the level where reservations were necessary.