Novel & Cerita Joker Persona 5 Smash

"Although, the original Derrick Lee is nothing like this. He is a serious person, rarely smiles, and never initiated a friendly conversation with his coworkers nor his subordinates. The dumbfounded looks on those people's faces when I greeting them on one fine morning, around two years ago, are priceless." "You're not J?" Ryan eyeing the man suspiciously. J is scum with an overbearing and arrogant attitude. On top of that, he also had a narcissistic personality. He tends to look down, belittle, and torturing other people, just for his satisfaction. J allows minimum interaction and never once he smiles in front of other person even when a camera is pointing at him. The J he familiar with is c

"Now explain to me, you moron, why did you come here? Isn't the police after you?" "No way, Evil One, I'm slick as hell! Got out smooth as butter." Kai was feeling pretty proud of himself. "But won't your little friend rat us out?" I asked nervously. "No way! Elisa's solid. First off, she doesn't even know my real name, to her I'm the Joker! Like Batman's Joker, you know? Pretty cool nickname, right, Evil One?" I rubbed my temple. My God, this kid was a complete idiot! How could such a clueless fool become a criminal?

Diego scoffed. "The woman I have picked out will be quite the opposite. I am sure of it." Joker replied. "Why is she a lesbian?" Sym asked. "No. She's just, how do I say this nicely? A good girl." Joker laughed. That caught Cage's attention. There's no way Joker meant his beautiful good girl, right? Now he was paying attention to what Joker was saying. Joker explained the rules. Brothers could bet one night, one week, or one month. "What's your bet, Joker?" Diego asked.

He revels in it, his laughter echoin' through the room, fillin' the space with a twisted sense of joy. “Ya an asshole,” I mutter, unsure of what else to say, feelin' the weight of the situation pressin' down on me. “Oh, I’m hurt!” Joker exclaims, his hand flyin' up to his heart in mock agony. “Ouch,” he adds with an exaggerated pout, clearly enjoyin' every second of this. I roll my eyes at his theatrics. “I might need to tell my daughter ya bad for 'er,” he laughs.

I stiffened at that obvious expression of lack, most of them looking disheveled, a few even agitated. “Everyone, this is Jessica,” Tiny introduced me, sounding cheerful and seemingly counting money in her head. I decided to use a fake name, for no other reason than that I didn't want anyone to know my real name. “No one messes with her,” he looks at me lustfully, “unless she likes to be messy.” There was still silence, except for the sound of the longer version of November Rain, reverberating from the lousy speakers. I pulled myself deeper into Eric's coat, another breath of his sweet scent, another regrettable decision. This whole hell of a thing has gone in a very ironic direction. Tiny tu

Now he looks like an idiot smiling just by himself. "Just tell me if you need some help, like... you know, a doctor, maybe? 'Cause you really look like you just got a touch in your head. Like a crazy ghost possessed you. Are you sure you're okay?" Alexis just can't believe how wide his smile is, like he's planning to be the next joker to bring down the bat of Gotham.

Poor Elijah stood there shocked his eyes wide as saucers, his eyes looking downwards, towards his hand probably wondering what he ever did to deserve this. Eira looked at the tall man and wondered how could someone could be so tall and break things like this. Elijah came to his senses after the initial shock as he rubbed the back of his neck clearly embarrassed and smiling sheepishly says "Oops?" ____________________________________________________________________ Sorin walked inside his room his hoodie pulled down so that it covered his face entirely leaving only his jaw exposed. Firmly shutting the door, he discarded his hoodie, his upper body now exposed. He took on the mask that he wore

I couldn't care if his head cracked. “That hurt,” he whined as he robbed the spot, but I felt satisfied at my revenge. “You psycho Joker!” I said ready to hit him again when he grabbed my wrist. “Joker is a psycho already so your sentence is redundant. It's just like saying ‘you black charcoal'” he said and continued laughing. “What are you so insufferable?” I couldn't help but ask, “I feel like pulling my hair out just talking to you. Who knew you had this side of you too?”

He assumed yet again. “Yes, I am Joker, Your Excellency. In a world full of toxic productivity and hustle culture, we need voices like you to remind us that we are equal in the eyes of others. We also learned that not all jobs would be monetarily gainful. You can do some things just to make yourself smile and feel happy. We love your ideology and we feel valid.” “Such as?” Joker stepped forward, stroking his chin on top of his mask. “For instance, the charity work that we are constantly doing.”

He guessed that under the mask, the man was probably smirking. “I know you’re responsible for what happened here today. And I know who you’re working for, too. It would be best if you don’t piss me off.” Jester sent a jolt of electricity through the barrier, just enough to hurt. Just a little. The man grunted. “If you know all that, then you know everything. You don’t need me,” he replied, in the same unfazed tone. “Why don’t you let me go, so you don’t get pissed off? That way we can all be happy.”