Fat melon

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!

Clown Game

...A fierce wind howled, the sound of battering deafening.


In a relatively spacious area, a tall man was thrown backward, slamming hard into a shipping container next to him, sinking deep into it.


From the nearby dust and smoke, emerged an unnaturally large figure.


"I really don't understand why you harbor such hatred towards the Foundation." Abraham stood at the center of the field, with several drones hovering behind him, his chest plate open, releasing a pale blue, almost tangible, defense stance.


"I can't be bothered to explain..." the drunkard said, struggling down from the shipping container.


Abraham almost ignored him, continuing, "I've checked your file, just a drunk worker who got into an industrial accident because he was intoxicated during work hours and ended up being fired. People like you are virtually meaningless to this world."


Chapter 412: The Game (Part Four)