Today is a good day
I got all my food stored early
I skinned the meat
Used the bones as a treat for Bessie
Cleaned the mess
Saved some of the blood for lipstick
Today is a good day
Yesterday was nice too
I stalked the gentleman for quite a while
I saw his home
I didn’t care about them though…
Kids are boring
Except for Happy…
She always brings a smile to my face
Tells me I can have anything
I call her Happy for she whispers to me delights
I call her Happy because she brightens my life
Never ignoring me
She told me where he’d be
All I needed to abduct my future feast
Yes, Happy is a beautiful woman
“Indeed I am, Ben”
I finally bagged another one
His meat will keep me full for the next week
He’s heavier set
Plenty of meals will come from him
His blood makes the perfect lipstick
I think I’ll go out tonight
Maybe I can bring you someone
That’d be sweet, Ben…
You know I only have eyes for one man…
Oh my, don’t make me blush
You know I’m not generally into women
I want to settle down with someone someday
Why is it you keep having me kill everyone?
Are you questioning me, Ben?
N..No…I’d never do such a thing…
Do you have the knife, Ben?
Y…yes, I do…Happy…
Prove to me you’re happy…
Happy makes me do things sometimes
When she asks me if I’m happy
Or to prove my delight
I must carve another scar into my smile…
The pain…it makes me happy…
I am happy
Yes, you are…
Why are you happy?
Because, you provide me with happiness!
I’m happy because of you…Happy.
Who do you love more than anyone, Ben?
Do you need anyone?
Only you, Happy b-
Ben. Look into the mirror Ben.
Are we sad, Ben?
No…w-we are happy
Take the knife & carve into your arm a scar
Make one for everyday you’ve been happy, Ben.
I’ve been happy since Day 1…
10,000 more cuts to prove…
…How happy, I truly am…
I was even happier on day 2…
9,999 more cuts to confess my happiness to you
On day 3 I grew happier still
That was day you told me it’d all be okay
I just needed peace
To get that
I needed only to kill my family
So I did as you said
I killed my Mother
A shotgun blast through her brain
I cut up the remaining meat
Ate some of her later
My father wasn’t too happy
I tied him down
Cutting him slowly over time
He didn’t bleed out until day 9
9,998 more cuts I’ll give
As proof of my devotion
I put the first scar into my face
I carved a smile as proof of my happiness
We reminisced over the first time we met
The day I found you in the old mannequin factory
You’ve always spoken to me
I’m not sure how
9,997 more cuts to go…