Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190401165541/@comment-30014014-20190412041009

The man with the mask perks up at the very sight of her 'grin' "Ohh? So we're playing faces, are we? Alright then, here's mine".

He claps his hands together, the visible pink in his mask's eye sockets gone. The fabric of porceline stretches a mundane smile in the reach of benign humans. Then, it stretches a bit more.

Then it stretches somewhat more.

Then it stretches more.

And very more.

All the way to the mask's eye sockets, a smile way beyond the elasticity of mortals. A smile, punctured by cracks at it where the lips should be, forcefully picking at specific shapes. Teeth. A smile full of teeth. A predator's teeth, gleaming in a violet twist over his usual pink.

The glow in his sockets re-appear...differently. A stark darkness populates the tiny spec of light, now shaded in violet as well. This is no gentle smile, but the grin and leer of a man well driven to a more deadly game. The grin of a pradator stalking the darkness.

His voice is perverted to something else. A feedback of different pitches, different tones "So-so-so-so-so...what now-now-now? Are you going to speak your lines-line-lines-lines? Or do we go further in the spook-off-off?"