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 -1 Once Upon a Time V
"Hehehe... such is humanity, this is you guys..." A middle-aged man, dressed in a Foundation researcher's attire, was sitting on the ground, prattling to a guard who was also sitting on the ground. His white lab coat was covered in fresh blood, the collar torn apart, hanging carelessly over his shoulder, his hair greasy and tangled together, his face riddled with countless disturbing cuts made by small knife blades.