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 271: The Return of the Dark Realm (XXVI)
Blood plasma burst, and chunks of flesh flew across the confined space, where the sound of the explosion became a continuous and unified roar that wreaked havoc in one's ears, eventually blending into a headache-inducing silence.
No one knew how many guns Dos fired, nor how many movements he made; from an observer's perspective, only a few seconds had passed since he entered the building, yet the once-sturdy aberration had been reduced to scraps of flesh scattered across the floor and walls. Still struggling, they attempted to recombine, but the inactivity of the tissue clearly limited their movements—it would be impossible for them to regroup in a short time...