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 298 Once upon a time
The coffee shop on Shell Street used to attract only homebody male and female patrons, but ever since the owner's cousin started producing those ugly but incredibly tasty cakes, a whole bunch of food lovers naturally became interested. As a result, the clientele increased, and even budding relationships started to blossom among the young patrons. Everything was moving in a beautiful direction. Perhaps it was the Creator's sense of humor, or maybe it was destiny inscribed somewhere, but it seemed that many world-changing events, conversations, and meetings also took place here.