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 38 Sticky Task 8
The four of them had quickly retreated from the basement and arrived on the second floor. Those insects, though afraid of noise, couldn't resist their instinct to feed and surged out following them. In an instant, the dense sea of bugs had covered the entire first floor and was making its way up the stairs.
"What do we do?" Captain Li yelled.
Chen Xiao quickly ran into the room with the little boy's body and shouted, "The carpet! The carpet!"
As he spoke, he went over to the corner to lift the carpet from the floor.
The other three were utterly bewildered, but in that moment, they all had one thought—to do as the lunatic said. Who knows, there might be some strange use to it.
So, with knives cutting or hands tearing, they haphazardly ripped and shredded the bedroom carpet, rolling it up with the adhesive mucus, and piled it all up in the hallway by the door.