(ENG) Smiling Faces Side stories

??? (part 1)

The Path Of A Murderer

My name is Cristal Voice. Well, it's not my real name. My creator never wanted to give me a decent name so he was always calling me out by whistling. I hated that of course and even if I told him multiple times that I found some names I thought were nice, he kept calling me in this indecent way. 

I was very young and very impulsive as well. I spent my entire time peeving at my nurses, insulting and messing everywhere I was stepping. Which was irritating Joey, but I didn't give two craps and even responded to him when he was yelling at me. I was nice to only one person, Henry. He was the only one who was respecting me and I was respecting his job. He was spending most of his time at the studio, drawing and animating 2D characters. He was enjoying my presence and sometimes even let me sit on his laps so I could have a better view on his work. He explained what he was doing with an hypnotizing passion and would sometimes give me his pencil so I could draw him something. I was only 5 years old at that moment so my drawing skills were terrible and it still is today. Yet, he was always able to find the good words to tell me that I did a nice job, even if I knew it wasn't true. When he was at the studio I was always staying by his side. But sometimes, he wouldn't allow it so I returned to my nurses, some very kind ladies who were always thinking I'm an adorable creature even if I'm always messing with them. I spent my time playing with them. 

There was that one time where we were playing cat and mouse. I was the mouse and I was running as fast as I could in the long corridors, a big smile drawn on my face. The nurse who was keeping an eye on me today had a hard time following me and was constantly holding the bottom of her long silk dress so she wouldn't trip on it. Hard to be a woman! However she caught me very easily but I was always trying to escape her or claiming for a revenge. 

I was running, out of breath. I outran her already and stepped inside a room full of giant colorful paint buckets. One of them was on my way and I noticed it too late. I wasn't able to slow down and found myself tripping into it, head first. The clatter was so violent that the entire studio went at me, curious about what made that sound. My nurse ran into me, lift me up to take me in her arms, apologizing over and over. She was trying to reassure me and to calm me down a little. I have to say that the shock made my head hurt a lot and my whole body was suffering. I snuggled against her, faking that I was insensitive to the pain as she was walking me out of the room. I crossed Joey's look at that moment and I stuck my tongue out at him just to show him that I hated him. He didn't have any reaction, staring at me with a cold look. I didn't like him much, he had an oversized ego. The way he was treating his coworkers could make me vomit.. But that's not the subject of the story.

The nurse led me to a good bath to clean me from all this paint. She spent more than an hour trying to remove everything but some stains wouldn't go. I have to say that I liked them, they were looking good on my inky skin. I thought they would disappear with the time but it wasn't the case. At the age of 15, they were still there, same size.

I don't get how I grew up so fast. I became more mature in only ten years. I lost all of my energy and my impulsivity from when I was a kid. My stains were reminding me well of that time though. I was smiling at the souvenir. 

I was still living at the animating studio, I had my own lodge and I came to the age where I started questioning myself about my future. It was scaring me a lot. Now, the contact with other people was fearing me a lot, I didn't live anything traumatizing though. I was just deeply afraid of it. Being close to a human being was filling me with so much anxiety that I was trying to hide behind a smile. Of course, I was trying to show the person that I didn't like how close they were to me. Most of the time they understood. But it has happened once that someone didn't understand my signals and I wasn't able to tell them about my phobia which caused me to faint. The good thing was that I fainted in the studio with one of my old nurses. So after that, I was pushed to explain what happened there and the entire studio was warned about it. Now, no one is getting too close to me and I was living a better life.