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 292: Homicidal Maniac (Four)
The door was kicked open and Xiao Nan walked in as if nothing had happened, followed closely by Boss Xiao Yu, who, despite still being shaken, hurried after the two.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw the large cross in the middle, with thick, rust-streaked steel bars stuck into the ground, creating a strong visual impact. Just thinking about that thing spinning 360 degrees, and imagining how the person on it would be twisted, made his stomach churn. He quickly lumbered over with his chubby body, wobbling around the cross and knocking on it, but it was welded so firmly that it wouldn't budge no matter how hard he tried.
By this time, Jingjing had been roused back to consciousness by the sound of the door being smashed. She slowly opened her eyes.