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 359: Transaction
People always need a break, in this noisy and chaotic world, work, interaction, bosses, colleagues, teachers, spouse, and children; overall, there are just too many things tiring us out. Some choose to grab a drink at a bar during their rare moments of leisure, while others prefer sitting idle in a cafe.
On Shell Street, there is such a cafe, albeit decorated with pink embellishments and a few black and white uniforms, giving it a unique style... Hmm, and the cakes taste great but look quite unimpressive.
In general, the ones sitting here are young people of larger builds, quietly reading comics.
But today, the cafe welcomed its oldest visitor since its opening.