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 82 Dark Realm 10
This was a vast expanse of a white world.
Chen Xiao opened his eyes.
He found himself sitting on an old English-style wooden chair, with a velvet cushion underneath that had already been sat into collapse.
In front of him was a matching small wooden table, its surface full of scratches but still relatively flat.
At the center of the table was a teapot, seemingly made of copper with bits of silver decoration on the handle, and two cups, one in front of him emitting steam from the tea inside, and the other
across from him.
There sat a man,
about forty years old, with somewhat messy hair finger-combed back, a hook-nosed, slightly protruding chin, and eyes devoid of any emotion, eerily tranquil. At that moment, he was quietly drawing on his pipe.
"Remember anything?" he asked abruptly.
Chen Xiao did not understand, so he did not answer, instead glancing around out of the corner of his eye.