Monday morning a few hours earlier.
Kenny walked through the halls, holding his ragged book bag containing more than his textbooks and homework, but The Mask itself. For he had too much excitement for the last two nights. He didn't want to cause anymore trouble not for himself but his family, especially his little sister Karen. No more will he be the image of fright and a criminal. As soon as he reached his locker, there was Tammy waiting looking as though she wanted to talk about something.
"Hey, Tammy." Kenny greeted making sound casual to hide whatever was in his mind about the last two nights.
"Hey Kenny, did you see the news?"
"Yeah I've seen what happened, I'm sorry that had to happen to, Tammy."
"Don't be, it wasn't that bad. I had a pleasant night at the restaurant with him." Much to Kenny's surprise, Tammy didn't sound anywhere scared or worried at all. But why exactly? That was until Tammy answered his questions, she felt that she was isolated from boys since everyone in school knew about her supposit past.
"What makes you say that?" Kenny asked in confusion.
At first Tammy wanted to say more, but the bell rang and it was time to get to class. Kenny quickly put the Mask from his book bag in his then thought better of it. What if Cartman tries to break his locker to get it, from last night he wanted to try it on for himself. Cartman may not be book smart but he is manipulating his way of getting what he wants. So Kenny stuffed it in his parka, making sure it didn't fall out. After school, Kenny had to decide to get rid of it so he wanted Stan to destroy it anyway possible. Burn it, see it, whatever as long as it was out of sight. Stan was a little confused by this, but understood after Kenny explained to him that we didn't have the mask anymore and that being this green faced kid is too much to handle.
As Stan got down wanting to complete the first thing from his to-do list. Destroy The Mask. But it would break or come undone for it maintained its exact form. It seems as though it was unbreakable, nothing in the world could break, not even a small piece of wood would chip off. So what was there to do exactly? Throwing it away probably wouldn't do any good, let alone loaning it to another person. As Stan stares glumly at The Mask on his desk, wondering if there were any way to dispose of it properly until his phone rang, it was Wendy. She wanted to meet him by the park tonight to talk. No, I can't. But I really want to make things with Wendy. Regretfully Stan accepted her invitation by going and bringing The Mask with him, just in case.
Present
Stan waits while having the possession of a god underneath his jacket, he didn't want her to see it and ask questions about it. When he heard footsteps drawing closer he knew would be here soon. His heart pumping with anticipation, Stan got up to come, only to trip one of the roots of a nearby tree, The Mask flew out from his jacket upward causing Stan to land his face inside it. It felt like sandpaper rubbing against his face as The Mask extends from his scalp to the back of his neck.
As Wendy made her to the park, she thought she saw Stan coming to her but he fell, then vanished all of a sudden. Then there was a flash of green and a mini tornado came in her way. Though it only spun around her, upon further inspection she could make out an outline of a skeleton inside it. Her long hair blowing with the force of the wind with newspapers (wherever they came from) flying like birds. The wind stopped as the air grew silent once more, there were no more newspapers.
"Well, hello there." a strange familiar voice purred. Startled, yet curious Wendy looked around to see where that voice came from. When her eye caught a glimpse of a figure leaning against a lampost. Nearly the same height as her, in a black blazer with bright red trim. A horizontal black and white shirt and pants, also a beret.
"Who are you?" Wendy asked in a shaky breath. Her eyes widened at the sight of seeing the figure's face all green, but not menacing looking as she saw the menace on the news. His eyes were bright blue, though his teeth were twice as large than normal and his hair was jet black instead of blonde.