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 247: The Return of Black Mirror (Part 2)
150 meters underground, within a lightless tunnel, a subway train sped past, eerily producing hardly any sound of wind.
"So, were we sold out?"
In the empty car, a woman thin enough to be described as skeletal spoke faintly.
Across the aisle, Bai Xiong nodded nonchalantly as if he had just mentioned something commonplace.
"To be honest, I don't like that guy named Chen Xiao. His actions are always... um... hard to figure out, you know what I mean."
Bai Xiong nodded again.
Song Xuan crossed her legs and leaned forward slightly, sighing with some resignation, "So, don't you want to say anything?"
Bai Xiong glanced expressionlessly at the skeletal figure before him: "I'm used to it!"