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 -4 Once Upon a Time II
"Impossible! You're insane, you must have been infected by that guy too!!!" In a tavern, an old man wearing a green-and-yellow robe roared. At his age, the years had failed to leave any deeper marks on him, so there wasn't much change in his appearance from a few years earlier except for his attire, which seemed excessively ancient, and the remnants of his temper.
"Crack." The sound of something being crunched, a chubby little man in a white lab coat casually threw away the lollipop stick: "Regardless, your single opinion doesn't count, the 'Supreme Council' only follows the rules! Minority abides by the majority."
The old man waved his hand in anger, "So what, the vote hasn't started yet. If you remain deluded, I can easily lock you up too!"
"Heh, instead of spouting nonsense with that centuries-old tone of yours, why don't you try me now!" The chubby man fearlessly cracked his sugary treat.
At that moment