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 325 Beginning
"From the beginning, we didn't think highly of you at all, and even during my period of paying attention to you, I thought countless times, and even hoped, that you would die in obscurity, but it turned out you were indeed very different... I still can't pinpoint where exactly your strength lies, but in the end, you still stand here," A-Ming continued.
Chen Xiao shrugged. "Hmm, it sounds like some sort of honor."
"If only it were just that. I once spent a great deal of time trying to find something that could threaten or tempt you, but in the end, I found nothing. I mean, you might have absolutely no concept of 'honor,' completely unaffected by external influences, entirely following your own ideas..." A-Ming hesitated, then added, "Actually, I still don't like you."
"Oh, that's normal, hardly anyone likes me." Chen Xiao waved his hand, indicating it wasn't something to worry about.