For years, the police had been searching and searching for him. The Mask; The Smile; Mr. Happy. People called him many, many names.
He went around in his mask, targeting unhappy people. He took them, carved smiles into their faces, then stitched their lips together.
The funny part about the whole situation is that no one knew who the killer was, ot even the killer himself!
So it came as quite a surprise when Joseph suddenly woke up in a strangers empty room, covered in blood with a mask on his face. He pulled the mask off and made a confused noise.
Well now, he knew he was a stalker, but he didnt know he was a killer.
He looked around the strangers room, blinking a few times before yelping. Oh, that was weird.
He looked down at his side, frowning as he noticed a bullet wound. “Oh man.” He made a ‘:/’ face.
He could fix that later, but for now? He had to hide. He heard footsteps coming. He quickly rushed into the strangers closet and hid, peeking out of the cracks in the door.
Hopefully this didn’t take long, or he’d be a goner for sure.
