Smiccy dug the pins into Mike's mouth and pushed himself up off the ground. Something seemed off that he couldn't place. It wasn't a matter if guilt for who he killed. He really disliked Mike. It's not the fact he saw his brother smiling after death. He thoroughly enjoyed that. Then it hit him like he pinned his own face. Smiling. He ran to the bathroom in Mike's house and looked in the mirror. It scared him so much he dropped the pin in his hand. He wasn't smiling, his face was in a frown. He had been smiling for weeks, but his face shifted to a sad look. He tried to force himself to curve it back into a smile, but he couldn't. In so many attempts, he simply could not. Then he received a horrible idea. He looked down to the pin that slipped out of his hand. And he picked it up. Staring at it for a long amount of time. He kept shifting his eyes between the pin in the mirror. Grimacing each time he looked at his smiless face. He decided.