Why So Serious?

Enter: Revenge

Skinny wasn't smiling when he found him. Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. Skinny looked abso-fucking-lutely terrified. He hadn't showered. He is covered in Ginny's blood. It'd been weeks and he hadn't even changed his clothes.

He did change some things, though. He painted his face. Washed it out in white. No masks this time. He didn't need to hide behind a clown mask. He didn't need help to clown around. Oh, he could clown around any time he wanted to. He didn't need a mask to make it look like he was laughing, either. He is already laughing. Laughing like a maniac. And Skinny is abso-fucking-lutely terrified.

Skinny died quickly. Oh, Skinny died eons faster than the fat man did. Oh yes, it only took a minute. Maybe even less. But he wasn't finished yet. He didn't like that Skinny died so quickly.

He took his bloodied knife to the man's face. Even dead Skinny looked ridiculously grim. So he'd make him happy. Two quick cuts to those cheeks. Bam. An eternal smile.

Laughing. Laughing hard, he throws down his smiling joker card. "Why so serious?" He mocked the body.