(This isn’t an original story. I’m twisting/retelling Joker’s story. This is kinda a joke so😅)

People say smiling releases inner beauty. Smiling tells more than words. That’s why when I was younger, right after my father killed my mother, he held a knife to my mouth. He told me I should smile more; he asked why I was so serious. Then he carved a smile permanently into my mouth. Blood gushed forth for the purpose of smiling. Now I never stop smiling. This is how bleeding leads to beauty. It carves you out and fixes you until you’re the image it desired. My father got what he wanted. Now I smile forever.