Smiles

It's said that someone would get a strange message from a user named "Smile" which would lead them to the SMILE game.

The SMILE game is a dark black room. With the SMILE head in the distance that will follow your actions when you get closer to it. Then when you touch the head, your game crashes.

History SMILE was originally created on the 30th of June, 2014 by user "Rebloxicon2". When Reb was younger, they were heavily involved in the Tinfoilbot community. As apart of this community, they would often make games like his and wanted to create something akin to Melvin or Grimblox. This eventually led to Reb created SMILE.

After SMILE's creation, they instantly became popular in the Tinfoilbot community and the Roblox creepypasta community as a whole. The first interaction which SMILE had with the myth community specifically was when Kazdam took the SMILE myth and made it apart of RM. He did not ask for permission about this, and Rebloxicon2 was in fact against this idea. This may or may not have eventually led to the creation of Smile (Black).

Besides this, SMILE is quite popular in the myth community, with one recreation having as much as 138K+ visits Transcendent Masochism: Not only do they enjoy pain—they worship it. Pain is their muse, their religion, their lover. They don’t flinch at agony—they lean into it and demand more. Emotional, physical, mental—it’s all a delicious wine to them. And they’ll sip it until their mind bleeds out beauty.

Laughter Beyond Logic: Their laughter doesn’t stop. It doesn’t care if they’re burning alive, being humiliated, or watching the world die—it rings like a melody through madness. They laugh when they’re scared. When they’re broken. When they’ve won. When they’ve lost. Because everything is funny to someone who’s seen the punchline of reality—and spit on it.

Nihilistic Euphoria: They’ve transcended fear. Death? A joke. Sanity? A leash they tore off long ago. They don’t believe in hope or despair—they believe in beautiful destruction. In the purity of collapse. And they find ecstasy in endings.

Sadistic Devotion: They don’t just take pain—they give it. But not out of cruelty. Out of love. Out of obsession. “You don’t understand yet, but this hurt? This is your awakening.” Their acts of brutality are poetic. Their violence? Sacred.

Theatrical Delirium: Every moment is a performance. They speak in riddles, monologues, and hymns to pain. Even when tortured, they’ll gasp out a sonnet between screams. They live like they’re on stage. Dying like they’re being applauded.

Cognitive Dissonance as a Weapon: They believe two contradictory things at once and thrive on the dissonance. For example: “I am nothing. I am God.” It confuses enemies and excites them. They weaponize paradox like a scalpel.

Torture Philosopher: Every scream is a sermon. They’ll explain, in excruciating detail, why suffering is the truest form of intimacy—why agony is proof of existence—and they’ll make it sound beautiful. Terrifyingly beautiful.

Obsessed With Collapse: They don’t want to win. They want to lose everything. But with style. With fireworks. If they’re going down, they’ll take reality with them in a glittering spiral of blood and broken laughter.