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 180 Story Eight
Indeed, something big had happened...
The camera followed Andrew and Chief Paine as they rushed into the apartment building, up the dilapidated staircase with its peeling, moldy walls. Guided by the terror mixed with curiosity in the residents' eyes, it was easy to find the starting point of the incident.
In front of a bachelor's room on the third floor, a crowd had gathered. Their eyes brimmed with curiosity and they drew near to the ajar door, only to retreat in panic, their expressions betraying a fear as if their souls had been scared away. A few even staged a dramatic fall to the ground... And for those who hadn't seen yet, they pushed forward with all their might, eager to witness a scene only found in TV dramas, as it would add a little spice to their dull lives as dinner conversation.