It’s enough that my hands and legs are bound so firmly. Why does my mouth have to be sealed too?! At least let me make a sound so I can tell if I’m a guy or a girl! Why do I have to be locked up in a mental hospital? Why does everyone seem so afraid of me? Why… do I feel like laughing?
This is a story about Sherlock Holmes + the Joker wreaking havoc on the SCP Foundation.
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