The Masks we Wear
By Futuramakid
DISCLAIMER: I own neither Kim Possible, the Mask, or anything else for that matter.
"I'll be back, sugar, I've got a sweet tooth tonight," Kim in the mask said.
Ron just stood there, gaping at his girlfriend. She disappeared in a green blur.
"What the heck just happened?" Ron said. Rufus made a noise meaning "I dunno," and shrugged.
Norse legends tell of the Gods. There is Odin, the chief God, the bringer of Victory. There is Thor, the God of Thunder, son of Odin. Then, there is Loki. Loki, disowned brother of Odin, was the God of mischief. Odin had him imprisoned within a wooden mask. Saying Loki now has daddy issues would be understating it. This mask, when worn, imbues nearly limitless power and an altered appearance: a large set of teeth and green head. Furthermore, the mask affects the personality of the wearer by removing all social inhibitions. Not only is the wearer's essential being totally in control, but the power instilled by the mask gives them ability to realize those impulses, be they for revenge, money, love, or simply salsa dancing. This comes at the cost of sanity. However, little known legends say a hero will come. He is the Free Spirit. He shall wear the mask, and suffer no ill-effects, for he has no inhibitions. However, these same legends tell of one to come referred to only as Green with Evil. This being, should they get hold of the mask, shall plunge the world into chaos and despair.
"Hey, B."
"Possible?" Bonnie said, staring at the form in front of her bed, silhouetted against the window in her room. It looked vaguely like her fellow cheerleader, but somehow different.
"You know why we call you B, right?" the form said, pulling out what looked like a gun.
"Please don't hurt me," Bonnie said, "go kill someone less popular!"
"Because you are a total b—"
A shot rang out. Bonnie closed her eyes, waiting for death. The gun had gone off- only there was no bullet shot. It just made a bang noise, and extended a sign that said "BANG."
"GOTCHA!" the form said, and it was gone as quickly as it had arrived.
10.8 seconds later, in China.
Yori woke with a start. She saw a form, silhouetted against the moonlight.
"Stay away from my BF."
"Possible-san?" she said, recognizing the voice.
"You got that?" Kim said.
Yori just stood there, speechless.
Kim lunged at her, and pinned her to the ground.
"I said, you got that?"
"Y-y-yes," Yori said. Then, the form vanished, quicker than Yori had ever seen a feat accomplished.
10.8 seconds later, back where Ron stood.
Kim whooshed back to the Arctic.
"Cold, isn't it?" she said, rubbing up against Ron.
" Uhhh, Kim? You think maybe we could get home?"
WHOOSH!
They were home, his home.
"Is that better?" Kim asked.
"Yeah," Ron said awkwardly.
Kim leaned in and gave him the longest, most passionate kiss she'd ever given him. He fell over backwards, fainted into his bed.
Kim ran home at the speed of light, and went to bed.