As of late, I've been working on a character known as the Smiling Man who I have planned to reoccur very often in my works. Now, even though most of these works are roleplaying-related, there will be plenty of short works that he'll appear in to add more to his ever-growing story and so on. This is the first of these stories.
Spoiler: The Smiling Man"Sir, can you please tell us what happened?"
"Is the Father here?"
"He's on his way, sir, but now, we really need you to tell us exactly what happened."
"Oh...okay... Well, it started last night at seven--no, eight o'clock.
"I was leaving the bar--and before you say anything, I was not drinking; you can check my breath--after meeting a friend who was going through a rough time. He had just lost his job and his wife--sorry bitch left him when he lost his job--and he was drowning his sorrows, so I dropped by to make sure he didn't drink himself into an early grave. Anyways, I'm getting a little off track...
"After leaving the bar, I began to walk back to my home. It was quiet, no one else on the sidewalk with me, at least I thought. Couldn't really place my finger on it--and I know I didn't see anyone else; I checked several times--but I had the strangest feeling that someone was following me. After about five minutes, I decided to get off the empty streets and cut through the park (Yes! I realize that's a stupid idea, given all the weird shit that's supposed to go on there at night, but I needed to shake that feeling). Would have cut my trip in half if I hadn't...well, if I hadn't run into him."
"The Smiling Man."
"The Smiling Man. That's...that's what he called himself. Anyways, I'm getting a little ahead of myself. So I'm walking through the park and that eerie feeling of being followed returns, this time I could actually hear the crunching of leaves beneath a pair of feet whenever I stopped. But whenever I looked around, like before, no one was there. At that point, I became nervous, so I started running through the park.
After about five minutes of running, my foot caught hold of something and I fell face-first onto the ground. It stung a little, but I was glad I had stopped running. Now, however, I wish I'd have kept on running... Anyways, I got up and I found myself in a...well, in a graveyard."
"A graveyard? In the park? Sir--"
"I know! I know! There isn't a graveyard in the park! That's exactly what I thought when I saw it, but it was there all the same! A graveyard! In the middle of the damn park! Easily a thousand, no--ten thousand graves there!
"Anyways, I found myself in this graveyard. I had never seen it before, so I suppose it must have caught my interest. All the headstones looked really old--ancient, really--but none of them had any sort of engraving on them. Not even any hint of engravings. They were all just... blank...
"Then the feeling returned... But before I could even start running, I turned and saw... I saw..."
"The Smiling Man?"
"Can you give us a description of the man, sir?"
"No. No, not really. It was dark, but even then, I couldn't make out his face. I think he was hiding it with a hood or something. But...but that smile...My God, that smile... It was like... like..."
"Like the Devil himself?"
"Oh Father, I'm so glad you're here! I--"
"Finish the story, my child. The officer needs the information and I would be inclined to hear what you have to say as well. Please continue."
"Yes, please continue."
"Well, anyways, not quite like the Devil, but... I think he's the closest to compare to this man... Heh. Hahahahahahahahaha! Man... You must take me for a nut... Like the Devil... My God, even I wouldn't have believed such bullshit... Even now I'm not so sure... Felt like a dream or something... Must have been a dream...
"Anyways, he approached me--no, it's more as if he just appeared before me, like he was suddenly there when I turned back forward. I know it sounds silly and I'm sure it is, but still... He was there with that damned smile of his.
"'Why, hello, dear friend,' he told me, smiling all the while. 'Beautiful night for a stroll, aye? Yes, quite a beautiful night. Quite quite quite quite QUITE! Ever so beautiful it is. Too bad...'
"I asked him too bad for what and then... That smile... It was a happy smile, to be sure, but... It was a twisted smile; the smile of a man that embodies everything that is wrong in this world..."
"The smile of the Devil."
"Please continue, sir."
"He...he told me he'd show me..."
"What did he show you, my child?"
"That's... I don't know if that's what it really was... When I asked him, all he did was smile... That damned smile... That damned smile! Sorry... But... It sure did look--feel--like hell. No fire or brimstone, but a place where reality became unreality, where everything unravelled, where consciousness collected and was forced to live on as a collective nothing doomed to suffer forever. Then he... He said...
"He said 'It's too bad that such beauty will be lost when I destroy everything.' Then he smiled and he laughed; laughed like the dead. He told me I would soon join that nothingness that I saw and so would everyone else I ever knew or ever loved. He told me I would unravel and I would feel pain until he grew bored of my cries. Then..."
"Then we were back."
"In the graveyard?"
"In the park. I was on the ground and he stood over me, smiling... But above him was... There were two moons in the sky... TWO! I... Well... Then... Then he said 'But for now, I think this should suffice.'"
"Then he cut off your arm and leg?"
"No. They were gone before then. Unravelled. Lost to the nothingness. Lost to him."
"To the Smiling Man?"
"To the Smiling Man..."
"Then what, sir?"
"Then I asked his name. He smiled... Then... He said 'I'm just a man. A happy man, a joyous man. A laughing man, a smiling man. I prefer the last, if you fancy.' Then he smiled again."
"Then nothing. I was here."
"And this Smiling Man?"
"Well, we'll keep an eye out for this 'Smiling Man', sir."
"You won't find him. Not unless he wants you to. And if it comes to that, well, you best start praying to God."
"Because he's the Devil? Sir, I--"
"No, not the Devil. That wasn't the Devil that paid this child a visit."
"No, it wasn't. It was worse... It was the Smiling Man."
Spoiler: Mr. Itsy BitsyThe Itsy Bitsy Spider climbed up the water spout.
Made a great big web and called himself a god.
Saw the life he made slowly tear itself about.
And the Itsy Bitsy Spider watched it fall to hell.
Aye, that's about right. About right indeed. Aye, Mr. Itsy Bitsy, that twisted old bastard. He made himself a little web, yes indeed. Quite. Quite indeed. Yes, he made himself a nice little web to live in. Aye, quite. Ah, then when he created life on his web, he watched as they ate each other.
Aye, he watched, but I smiled. Indeed I did, so I did. Quite. Then, when they tear themselves apart at the seams, he'll still just watch. Aye, that he will. Mr. Itsy Bitsy will sit on his web, happy as a fat man in a donut shop, and watch them eat themselves, so he will and so he does. Yes, quite.
Aye. You've done it before Mr. Itsy Bitsy, aye, that you have. I've seen it, so I have. Seen ya sit back, content as a clammy clammed clam, and watch as ya watched your whole little web burn and churn and girn and spurn. Aye, that I did and so did ya. And when that hard fought peace had come, what did ya do? Aye, that's right. You climbed down off a ya little web and you re-strung your little web like nothin' happened. Aye, that you did.
Oh, but do you care? Nay. Nay! No, you don't care, Mr. Itsy Bitsy, not one bit, so you don't. You just sit and watch and sit and watch, happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy clam. Aye, and you'll just keep on, Mr. Itsy Bitsy. Aye.
Oh. Oh, but yes! Not for much longer! Nay, not much longer at all!
I have plans, so I do. Plenty of plans; thousands of plans. Aye, after all, I am quite the busy bee myself. Quite busy. Quite quite quite quite QUITE busy, so I am. So much to do, so much time to do it in. Aye. When the movie reaches its end, I can always rewind it and continue on with my work, so I can and so I shall and so I do. Aye, rewind and rewind and rewind and rewind! Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Hee hee hee!!!
Round and round and round it goes, where will it stop? Only I know. Aye, but until then... Round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and--Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeereeeeee!!! Hee hee hee ha ha ha ha ha ha HACK!!!
Aye. So much to do, so much time. Ah, but what is time to you, Mr. Itsy Bitsy? Is it the same as it is to me? Aye, I can but only wonder, so I can and so I do and so I shall. Wonder wonder wonder wonder wonder...
Oh? Who am I? Hmm... Well, you know me, aye? Of course ya do. Aye. After all, you created me, Mr. Itsy Bitsy, didn't ya, aye? Technically speaking, your actions--or inactions--birthed me, but all the same I would venture. Aye, quite quite quite. You made me and I smiled. But who am I? Just a man, so I am. A happy man, a joyous man. A laughing man, a smiling man. I prefer the last, if you fancy.
Or if you don't. Care little either way, truth I tell. Doubt you do either. At one point, mayhap, but now? Nope. Nay, not now.
But don't worry yourself for much longer, Mr. Itsy Bitsy. Aye, not for much longer. Got plans, ya see. Plenty of plans; thousands of 'em. So much time. So much to do. Aye. Quite.
But until then round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and--Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! Hee hee hee hee HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!
Aye. Don't forget, Mr. Itsy Bitsy, that the rain comes down, so it does, and washes you out. Aye, so it does and so I will. Aye. Wash ya right out.