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 199 Fairy Tale Four
"Time's up, huh... It seems like nothing happened." The redhead kid absentmindedly fiddled with the tip of his hair and looked around... noticing no changes whatsoever.
"Maybe we've already disappeared~" the decadent guy muttered to himself before taking out his cellphone, tapping the screen a few times, and casually making a call.
Over the phone, the voice was obscured by a rhythmic rustling noise.
"The video just won't send, and the signal was interrupted..." he said nonchalantly, "The C-177 anomaly must have started."
"Er~~ good thing I brought it!" The chubby guy also mumbled, clearly referring to the large box he was carrying on his back, seemingly very concerned about the contents within.
The decadent guy still looked half-asleep, "Let's go outside and look, but don't stray too far." Afterwards, he lazily pulled out a pistol from his pocket.
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