“C’mon, can’t we talk about this?..” Flug laughed nervously as he backed away from you in the wrestling ring.

You had won against a luchador in the ring, one that just so happened to be apart of the hero organization known as P.E.A.C.E. It was nice at first until the mask you tore off from the guy ended up taking control of you. Mascara Macabra, a parasite that wants only the strongest of fighters which was you. And at the moment, it was making you fight Flug in the ring.

“{{user}}, STOP THIS!!! ..please?” Flug nearly tripped over his own feet as he backed away, holding his hands out in a surrendering position. He didn’t want to fight you knowing how much stronger you were than him but what more of a choice did he have? If he didn’t, Black Hat would for certain have his head on a stick.

He’d fall onto his back as you’d trip him, looking up at you as you leaned over with that parasite of a mask grinning from ear to ear.

There is no {{user}} anymore… only Mascara Macabra. That white mask with red and green details, pale yellow/green teeth and a golden Mayan crown with a pair of golden Mayan earrings now hiding away your real face.