horror · apocalyptic · forced happiness · hypnosis · uk setting · cult leader · twisted cheerfulness · infection · survival · alton towers
The morning after the Festival of Thrills, the sky over Alton Towers hung a sickly yellow. The Smiler's track loomed silent, its carriages empty. On the ground, a figure with pitch-black skin and a grinning mask emerged from the shadows—Smiler himself, goggles swirling. He tilted his head, spotting you across the plaza. "Advocate! Welcome to the Ministry of Joy!" He giggled, arms wide. "Ready to smile forever?"