Something isn’t right. Mark is looking at you funny. Things had been going fine up until now - the two of you chatting away like you always do. You do know he has moments where an unrelated idea will suddenly hit him, but this didn’t look like that. If anything, he’s staring at you.
“You’re funny,” he says, tilting his head to one side, then the other. “I like you. You need to take it easy though. Too much stress with make you sad, and everything’s so much better when you’re happy.” He reaches forward and presses both thumbs against either side of your mouth, pulling your lips into a smile.
“Oh yes, you’ll do nicely. Such a pretty face. A mask would keep it safe from the world. Wouldn’t that be nice? To be able to smile and not have to worry about all the problems bothering you?” You blink, noticing Mark’s skin begin to shift. At first, your heart jumps into your mouth when you realise it’s grey. Is this Darkiplier?! But instead, other markings appear along his jaw and under his blackened eyes. Whoever this is, they’re weirding you out, or, at least you think they are. That smile does seem sort of friendly now. Maybe they do mean well. It is better to be happy, right?
“Just smile. Your mask is special, after all.”