New Scratcher Joined 4 months, 1 week ago Canada
'It's Sunday's mask.' said the narrator.
The mask was just lying on the floor, its same wide, odd smile and tiny dot eyes were there still.
The mask's been living for centuries.
Try and kill it.
What I'm working on
"I am the one who has killed @Sunday-- over and over and over, to the point where she might lose it. She might lose her sanity." the mask said, its smile growing wider.