Roleplay

"Thank you," She said, quickly drawing out four different variations of the same mask. One smiling, one both smiling and frowning, one the same thing as the previous but swapped, and one simply frowning. Underneath, she wrote down how much each of them influence their hosts. ( :) ), most influence, sometimes even complete control. ( :)/:( ), slightly less influence, mask has dominance over the host but the host still has occasional control. ( :(/:) ) Host has significantly more control over themselves, though this mask usually controls the more sick in the head, so for some it doesn't even matter. Finally, ( :( ), which has little to no control over its host, and is naturally the most harmless, though when control is taken on this one, it hits the host hardest mentally.

Quinn smiled and nodded, standing up and going to their bedroom quickly, walking out with paper and a pencil for Spades, handing it to her with a smile.

"What do you mean by 'different in terms of control'?" Evelynn asked.
"Each of the masks has a different amount of influence on their host," She stopped midway through her explanation to ask Quinn if they had a sheet of paper and a pencil.

Quinn just nodded. They was lucky to live here.

"Possesses people using a group of four masks. I have half of the third one, my brother has the other. Each mask is different in terms of control, but losing your life possessing them any one of them leads to the same thing; hanging onto life by a thread, and then being killed by him in the most painful way possible. Truthfully, there's only three that I know of that have survived, two of them being practically gods and the third gaining outside help."
Evelynn listened intently.

"What does he do?"

"His name is Happiness. And despite that cheery name, his only goal is to cause suffering. Which he is /shockingly/ good at," She explained.

"Oh."

"Yep. And a piece of sh!t one at that," Spades said.

Quinn sat there. "Whose 'him?' Some Puppet-master?" they laughed.