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!
Everyone gathered together and finished the story about the flame woman.
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"Just as I thought~ it's another third-rate, haphazard adaptation, huh? Matches turned into candles, and they became both thick and long," mumbled Chen Xiao with glassy eyes.
"Hey, hey, 'thick' and 'long' aren't even the main issue here!!!" The redhead couldn't help but interject. The young man's hair was now a complete mess, and his suit was stained black and white, making him look dirtier than anyone else. The worst part was, every time he was around Chen Xiao, there seemed to be a strange force tempting him to blurt out some snarky comment~
Well... okay, that's not the point either.