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!
So, although the Polar Research Area contained some of the world's most dangerous items, it was actually quite uneventful inside because of the presence of the Ascetic. Many of the detection instruments were not even needed, as those items were practically non-existent apart from being visible and tangible; they could hardly be detected.
However, these past few days, the Polar Research Area had been unusually busy. In a place where new items were seldom introduced even over several years, two "humanoid containment entities" had been delivered in less than half a month.
The previous one was a woman with wings, and this time, it was a man.