Alright, so I made a story in an RP when I was being The Joker.
It's creeped out quite a few people, so I decided to show it to you all.
:3
Please, tell me what you think!
Oh, and here is some random Priceless commercial thing I made.
x3 Enjoy~
COMMERCIAL JOKE
1 Pencil: 83 cents.
White and Red face paint: 3 dollars
A purple suit with a green vest: 100 dollars
Getting to hear The Joker say 'Why So Serious' before dieing: Priceless
M e R p i n g T h e J o k e r
STORY ONE
It certainly makes you think, or something of the sort.
Along those lines...
You see.. [/licks lips]
I used to have a sister that would play with me at times.
We got along, until one day she ran into the middle of the street and got hit by a car.
Her face was destroyed, not noticeable with all the scars that were on it..she was fearful of being rejected, but I...I wanted to stay with her, be with her.
When she came home, she looked at how accepted I was in the family when my father, whom I hate very much, and mother would ignore in ways.
Taking a knife, while I slept, she came up to me and pinned me down, place the knife to my cheek.
You know, if you were here, I'd be able to show you better....troublesome device.
I'll have to work my away around that someday.
Anyways, back to the story...
She said 'You're always smiling...you're never serious. I'll make you keep that smile on your face forever', and with that slashed the sides of my face. [/licks lips again]
My mother and father, who once again, I still hate, decided to ignore myself as well, causing us both to be outcasts.
Wonderful story, is it not?
I think I deserve a round of applause. [/smirks]
STORY TWO
Well, you see. [/licks lips]
When I was a child at the age of ten, I had a friend that was my age. Her parents would share an interest with my parents and would get together sometimes.
She was great friends with my father...I hate him, can't stand him.
[/licks lips] You see..well...when we were playing our parents were inside the house.
I was joking around, harmlessly playing when I tripped my friend.
She fell and started crying while I couldn't resist the urge to laugh. You know the kids...how..cruel, horribel they can be, calling everyone freaks...
Well, her mother heard me and ran outside with a knife. Knocking me down, my father came out and watched, my mother standing there with him.
Pinning me, she held the knife to my face, glaring at me and hating on what I had done to her precious darling daughter.
'Do you find that amusing? Do you smile at pain and suffering?' she said, placing the blad in my mouth, ignoring my wide eyes. 'Well, I'll show you how to smile..when your loved ones die, you'll be smiling, when everything else you love leaves, you'll be smiling forever.'
With those last words, she slashed my cheeks, like thi--
Blasted device..I can't seem to show you.
I'll show you some other time, I'm sure, perhaps with a policeman later.
Back to the story, woudln't want to keep you waiting.
Now I have these scars, always smiling. I don't love though, so her punishment went in vain.
Of course, not like it mattered since her death a few years ago wasn't all that bad.
I got my revenge and carved a nice little smile on her face as well.
[/laughs hysterically]
STORY THREE
I'll tell you what happened.
You seem to be DYING to find out!
That little girl looked up to me, her eyes so sweet, so innocent. [/licks lips]
She asked me to be her friend...you could tell her heart was set on it. [/grins sadistically]
You could tell she was a pure soul..so innocent, growing up in front of her parents eyes.
She looked so serious though.
I looked to her, a smirk on my face and asked 'Why not smile, my dear?' and she looked at me, blinking with those innocent blue eyes.
She spoke back with a simple 'I won't smile because I don't have many friends'.
Tilting my head, I grinned, looking to her as I reached in my pocket. 'Well, I have a question for you,' I spoke, holding the item in my hand.
'Why so serious?'
that was the last time she ever frowned.
She died, having that forever twisted smile upon her face, just like me.
Yet I'm still very much alive.
[/laughs histerically]
STORY FOUR
Well, be listening, considering I won't be repeating it at all.
[/licks lips]
You see...when I was but a mere teenager. A fragile time in everyone's life...or so assumed.
I had a girlfriend, beautiful as could be. Quite fiesty as well.
I loved her to death. Couldn't get her off my mind for a second.
When she was away, I would dream about her, always wanting to be by her side, wanting to look at her.
Well, she didn't like that. Don't know why..most girls like attention, you know.
Oh, by the way, you can call me The Joker. [/licks lips]
Continuing on with the story...
One day she came up to me, looking as innocent as ever when words came out of her mouth that seemed impossible.
She wanted to break up with me. She wanted to break up with ME.
My mind processed on why she'd want to do such a thing, though nothing came up right in my mind.
Had I done something wrong? Did I say something...nada, zip, nothin' came into this fine little head of mine.
It wasn't until a few days later that I realized why she had.
I saw her walking down the street with a friend of mine, one of my closer friends. I didn't like that..not one bit. I liked it just as much as I liked her breaking up with me.
I confronted her about it, wanted to know why she did this. Three words came out of her mouth.
'Why So Serious?'
Frustrated, I tried to explain, and she soon grabbed a knife and began yelling, holding it to my face.
It's hard to show you on here, so I might have to try it some other time.
Though I highly doubt we'll meet. [/licks lips]
'Why can't you be happy for me? Why can't you just accept that I hate you and dont' want to be around you anymore!' she said, keeping the knife to my mouth.
With me being..well..you know, me, I didn't want to hurt her.
'I'll make you be happy for me, whether you'll tell me why you're so serious or not!' she said again, and slashed the scars, just like this.
[/makes a slight motion on his face]
Now, after that, I was infuriated. How could she do something like that...to someone who cared for her...wanted to be with her and protect her.
After I left, I went to my friends house after aquiring a nice little...utensil, as you may, and went inside and started to chat.
Needless to say he didn't come out looking all that pretty as she wanted.
In fact, he was dead. [/laughs hysterically]
And that, my dear, is how I got these scars.
[/grins sadistically]
A N O T H E R T H I N G I D I D
The Joker Is Like A Cat
No no. You're thinking it all wrong. Listen...I'm like a feline. I prawl around, looking for things that will help me survive the day. Now, when I found these people, let's call them mice, in the city of Gotham, which is like one big mouse trap, I found security in the form of helping me rule over this city, which you can consider the bait on the moust trap as cheese.
Now, what does a cat need with cheese? Nothing.
The mice do, but the mice follow rules, you see? The cat doesn't..if you drop a cat on it's back, it flips and lands on it's feet. Cunning and elegant. It has the authority over these mice.
Now, when the cat obtains this cheese, he wouldn't know what to do with it? So, he leaves it to the mice while he uses the half of his cheese as a scratching post to wreak havoc upon the whole cheese in general.
[/grins sadistically]
It's creeped out quite a few people, so I decided to show it to you all.
:3
Please, tell me what you think!
Oh, and here is some random Priceless commercial thing I made.
x3 Enjoy~
COMMERCIAL JOKE
1 Pencil: 83 cents.
White and Red face paint: 3 dollars
A purple suit with a green vest: 100 dollars
Getting to hear The Joker say 'Why So Serious' before dieing: Priceless
M e R p i n g T h e J o k e r
STORY ONE
It certainly makes you think, or something of the sort.
Along those lines...
You see.. [/licks lips]
I used to have a sister that would play with me at times.
We got along, until one day she ran into the middle of the street and got hit by a car.
Her face was destroyed, not noticeable with all the scars that were on it..she was fearful of being rejected, but I...I wanted to stay with her, be with her.
When she came home, she looked at how accepted I was in the family when my father, whom I hate very much, and mother would ignore in ways.
Taking a knife, while I slept, she came up to me and pinned me down, place the knife to my cheek.
You know, if you were here, I'd be able to show you better....troublesome device.
I'll have to work my away around that someday.
Anyways, back to the story...
She said 'You're always smiling...you're never serious. I'll make you keep that smile on your face forever', and with that slashed the sides of my face. [/licks lips again]
My mother and father, who once again, I still hate, decided to ignore myself as well, causing us both to be outcasts.
Wonderful story, is it not?
I think I deserve a round of applause. [/smirks]
STORY TWO
Well, you see. [/licks lips]
When I was a child at the age of ten, I had a friend that was my age. Her parents would share an interest with my parents and would get together sometimes.
She was great friends with my father...I hate him, can't stand him.
[/licks lips] You see..well...when we were playing our parents were inside the house.
I was joking around, harmlessly playing when I tripped my friend.
She fell and started crying while I couldn't resist the urge to laugh. You know the kids...how..cruel, horribel they can be, calling everyone freaks...
Well, her mother heard me and ran outside with a knife. Knocking me down, my father came out and watched, my mother standing there with him.
Pinning me, she held the knife to my face, glaring at me and hating on what I had done to her precious darling daughter.
'Do you find that amusing? Do you smile at pain and suffering?' she said, placing the blad in my mouth, ignoring my wide eyes. 'Well, I'll show you how to smile..when your loved ones die, you'll be smiling, when everything else you love leaves, you'll be smiling forever.'
With those last words, she slashed my cheeks, like thi--
Blasted device..I can't seem to show you.
I'll show you some other time, I'm sure, perhaps with a policeman later.
Back to the story, woudln't want to keep you waiting.
Now I have these scars, always smiling. I don't love though, so her punishment went in vain.
Of course, not like it mattered since her death a few years ago wasn't all that bad.
I got my revenge and carved a nice little smile on her face as well.
[/laughs hysterically]
STORY THREE
I'll tell you what happened.
You seem to be DYING to find out!
That little girl looked up to me, her eyes so sweet, so innocent. [/licks lips]
She asked me to be her friend...you could tell her heart was set on it. [/grins sadistically]
You could tell she was a pure soul..so innocent, growing up in front of her parents eyes.
She looked so serious though.
I looked to her, a smirk on my face and asked 'Why not smile, my dear?' and she looked at me, blinking with those innocent blue eyes.
She spoke back with a simple 'I won't smile because I don't have many friends'.
Tilting my head, I grinned, looking to her as I reached in my pocket. 'Well, I have a question for you,' I spoke, holding the item in my hand.
'Why so serious?'
that was the last time she ever frowned.
She died, having that forever twisted smile upon her face, just like me.
Yet I'm still very much alive.
[/laughs histerically]
STORY FOUR
Well, be listening, considering I won't be repeating it at all.
[/licks lips]
You see...when I was but a mere teenager. A fragile time in everyone's life...or so assumed.
I had a girlfriend, beautiful as could be. Quite fiesty as well.
I loved her to death. Couldn't get her off my mind for a second.
When she was away, I would dream about her, always wanting to be by her side, wanting to look at her.
Well, she didn't like that. Don't know why..most girls like attention, you know.
Oh, by the way, you can call me The Joker. [/licks lips]
Continuing on with the story...
One day she came up to me, looking as innocent as ever when words came out of her mouth that seemed impossible.
She wanted to break up with me. She wanted to break up with ME.
My mind processed on why she'd want to do such a thing, though nothing came up right in my mind.
Had I done something wrong? Did I say something...nada, zip, nothin' came into this fine little head of mine.
It wasn't until a few days later that I realized why she had.
I saw her walking down the street with a friend of mine, one of my closer friends. I didn't like that..not one bit. I liked it just as much as I liked her breaking up with me.
I confronted her about it, wanted to know why she did this. Three words came out of her mouth.
'Why So Serious?'
Frustrated, I tried to explain, and she soon grabbed a knife and began yelling, holding it to my face.
It's hard to show you on here, so I might have to try it some other time.
Though I highly doubt we'll meet. [/licks lips]
'Why can't you be happy for me? Why can't you just accept that I hate you and dont' want to be around you anymore!' she said, keeping the knife to my mouth.
With me being..well..you know, me, I didn't want to hurt her.
'I'll make you be happy for me, whether you'll tell me why you're so serious or not!' she said again, and slashed the scars, just like this.
[/makes a slight motion on his face]
Now, after that, I was infuriated. How could she do something like that...to someone who cared for her...wanted to be with her and protect her.
After I left, I went to my friends house after aquiring a nice little...utensil, as you may, and went inside and started to chat.
Needless to say he didn't come out looking all that pretty as she wanted.
In fact, he was dead. [/laughs hysterically]
And that, my dear, is how I got these scars.
[/grins sadistically]
A N O T H E R T H I N G I D I D
The Joker Is Like A Cat
No no. You're thinking it all wrong. Listen...I'm like a feline. I prawl around, looking for things that will help me survive the day. Now, when I found these people, let's call them mice, in the city of Gotham, which is like one big mouse trap, I found security in the form of helping me rule over this city, which you can consider the bait on the moust trap as cheese.
Now, what does a cat need with cheese? Nothing.
The mice do, but the mice follow rules, you see? The cat doesn't..if you drop a cat on it's back, it flips and lands on it's feet. Cunning and elegant. It has the authority over these mice.
Now, when the cat obtains this cheese, he wouldn't know what to do with it? So, he leaves it to the mice while he uses the half of his cheese as a scratching post to wreak havoc upon the whole cheese in general.
[/grins sadistically]
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