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 -3 Once Upon a Time III
Perhaps it was the words of some legendary being... "Let there be light".
Since then, 'light' seemed to become the beginning of all stories. It illuminated the world, nurtured life, moved the motionless second hand, and set everything in motion.
Thus, with this beam of light that was bright yet unbearable to look at directly... he appeared.
Like the few times before, a humanoid body, reasonably tall, with a hooked nose and a somewhat broad chin. This was a Westerner's face, dressed in an oversized trench coat and a deerstalker hat.
This man... was the incarnation of rationality, order, and omniscience. Of course, he was not just these simple words, but a blended concept, an entity that had been drifting in this world before we existed, difficult to summarize in a word, but everyone present knew what he was.
So... everyone watched him with caution.
Until he opened his eyes.