"Look, here's the problem as I see it. Being Ethan Bennett is hard. Really hard. Being Clayface is cake. So say your goodbyes. This is the last you'll ever see of him. Now step aside, or I'll mash you both. Mash anyone who gets in my way!"

...This was said a week or so ago. Clayface, at the moment, was just another face in the crowd. He has shape-shifted into your typical, normal person in the world; nothing important or to take note of. Once he was no longer seen from the public eye, his disguise began to melt with a thick consistency. The skin, clothing, everything will become a murky white, becoming clay. His melted face will return, his pure green pupils glaring around. Ethan Bennett hasn't been the same since he became this...Thing. And there isn't much that he could do now but just...Embrace his new body...His new Identity: Clayface.