Fade to black: me. A trap: me, mostly when stamped with ACME. Used to fold in, your form, lay it on me and smack me. But only when hot, Blade face to face, you attack me.

Im jolly I love cookies and milk but people misspell my name to someone not as jolly

What contains twenty six letters but only has three syllables?

Some consider me beautiful, others ugly. I'm a permanent reminder of harm but also of survival. My lips are sealed yet still tell stories - sometimes comedic, sometimes horrific, and occasionally both. I can't be truly bought nor borrowed, only earned. Sometimes I'm the most visible when I'm invisible.

This is the last one. I don't have any more patience nor things to write. What am I?