The appearance of one should not deem who one truly is. Sparkly eyes to a pretty smile, everything is false. A demon's true identity is always hidden behind a mask. But for the events that are about to unfold, identity is truly nowhere to be found. In this town, everything happens for a reason.

~ Behind A Mask ~

Season II, Karma

Questioned

Anyone on planet Earth would assume that we ought not to show respect to nasty little mongrels. However, my minions had a different story. They begged and begged. After several hours, lots of screaming, a broken leg and lots of blood, they finally convinced me to go. Go to Hyrule Princess' funeral. I strolled in the doors to the towering church and marched down the aisle. Tons of bitches turned their heads and stared at me in horror. My starry black dress almost blinded them all from the sparkles. Funny. I knew my gorgeous sunglasses would protect me though.

Turns out, I was like an hour late. Not my problem I was binge watching Orange Is The New Black. It got to that part in funerals where you all line up, walk up to the body and put on your biggest fake cry ever for attention. My minions and lots of other fools filled the aisle in front of me. I stood at the back, tapping my foot. This line seriously wasn't going anywhere..

I shoved my way through the toads and Koopa Troopas, only to find a weeping naked Samus.

"I.. I- just... Why did you commit suicide?!"

Her hands trembled on the side of the open casket, Hyrule Princess planking onside. She still had her breakfast toast in her hand.

"You are so idiotic.." I sighed. "Look. She has a fricken stab wound through her head. She didn't kill herself."

The beasts around me gasped in horror. Sitting in the front row, some weird duck sitting on top of a dog.

"Please do not use such language during such a time-"

"Oh my god!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Who kills themselves by stabbing a knife through their head? Huh?"

More gasps. Hushed whispers.

"I mean, come on. I could give you some cooler ideas-"

"Rosalina.." choked naked Samus. "Please, don't.. Not right now.."

I sighed. "Fine."

I turned to the dead bitch and stared right at her fake. Her skin looked like it got applied with a layer of makeup. What would I do? What would I say? Would I burst out in tears? The options were endless. Instead, I decided not to be a liar. I decided to be honest with my words.

"Hyrule Princess, I'm just like.. totes sorry that you're dead. Honestly, can't even."

The entire church went dead silent. Dead.

"But... I hope that you're burning in hell, you little rat!"

Another round of gasps. How shocking.

"You always put on that weird accent, was always late to my beating sessions, smelled like afterpoop and then went on to be like "oh my gosh guys, I don't know if I'm pregnant or if I've got a bread baby!" Guess what? I'm over it!" I smiled, did a cute twirl and then walked back down the aisle. I can only imagine the looks on their faces. That's because I never got to see their faces. I walked straight back out. At least my soul and presence was there at the funeral that day. That's all that counts. I'd do anything for a friend in need.

It was a lovely Sunday afternoon. So of course I spent the rest of the day at home. School started back for a fresh week of hell the following morning, but I didn't have any time for that crap. As I walked into my bedroom, my pink schoolbag caught my eye. I started at it for a few seconds and pondered. Mr. Mario sure would have had it in for me if I didn't have my homework done... But whatever! You only live once, right? You gotta be risky sometimes. That's why I kicked the bag straight out of my sight.

I spent the following hour blasting music in my room, watching those gross beauty gurus on YouTube. You know, the kind that do their morning routines and all that fake crap. My iPod was at full volume, but I had to switch it off the moment I felt the buzzing of my phone. Irritated, I swiped it up. I awaited the weekly text from naked Samus telling me that she got her tampon stuck up her nose again, but instead, it was something much more different. Something... odd. I tapped the screen and text filled a small box.

You know what you did, and I'm going to make you pay.

-Hyrule Princess

I paused, staring at my screen in confusion. After a few seconds, I replied.

who the fuq is this..

Ding!

Your worst nightmare. Bitch.

-Hyrule Princess

I had two options this would go: it was someone messing with me or that hoe was haunting me from the grave. I got ready to send my second text when my phone vibrated again.

You know how you acted at my funeral today. You're right, I was murdered, but you didn't have to be so rude about the suicide stuff. Since you love talking, I'm going to make you talk even more, whether you like it or not.

-Hyrule Princess

Talk even more? Who was sending these texts?! What was wrong with them?!

I sighed and tossed the phone onto my bed. I pulled over my laptop and started laughing at some more idiots online. Did you see that video of the girl getting hit with the shovel? So hilarious.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

I should have got annoyed again, except that noise was different. That was not my text ringtone. That was my call ringtone. I picked my phone back up and answered. "Go to hell, Hyrule Princess! I never loved you and neither did anyone else!"

"Rosalina Lunar?"

Oh god. I recognized that voice immediately.

"Penguin?!" I exclaimed.

"Yes and no," he huffed. "Get it right; it's Dedede. We need you down at the station right now."

It was just minutes later that I was sat right in front of his fat face, his large beak glaring down at me. "So.. I heard that there was a little bit of trouble at the funeral earlier today.. Care to explain?"

I coughed and patted myself on the chest. "Yes," I chirped in my lightest voice. "I told the corpse exactly how I felt about her."

His big yellow hands struggled with the tiny pen, but he managed to scribble down some words onto his notepad. "Okay, hmm.. Meaning?"

"Meaning I told her how much of a buffoon she was."

"Hmm.. Okay.. Yup, I see," he coughed. "It's that exact reason why you're down in this police station right now."

"So?!" I barked.

"Uh, so? You're the murderer."

I gasped. "Me?! A murderer?! How could someone as perfect like me murder someone?"

"Because you hated her."

"No!" I snapped. "Just because you hate me, it doesn't mean that I'm a murderer!"

Penguin and I have bad history. I mean really bad. Remember that Sheik hoe that I told you about before? The bitch that got hit by a truck? Yeah, he said that my "abuse" drove her to run away, which then got her run over. But you know what, who cares?! He arrested me, I was put on trial, proven innocent by Judge Wario. Ever since then, I always gave him that stank eye when I saw him on the street..

"Listen, you little twat," he whispered under his breath, desperate for no one outside his office to hear. "I work my ass off keeping this town safe. I'm not going to have children like you running and ruining everyone's lives."

"No, you listen, you irritant!" I growled. "Go ahead and arrest me. Put me on trial. I'll be proven innocent again. All your fellow cops will know that you have a grudge, then they'll fire you for being so biased."

He sat there in silence, his eyes focused on mine. His lips shook with rage but he managed to stay silent. I jumped up and grabbed my handbag. "You don't want to mess with me. I don't play fair." Then I twirled around and stormed out the door. Ah, another day almost down, another idiot put in their place. I couldn't help myself but smile as I casually walked out the station and down the quiet street. All shops were shut, only a few cars driving down the darkened tarmac. The moon hung in the black above, sitting in a group of speckled shiny stars. It was so beautiful. Everything was so wonderful. I took in deep breaths, getting a full sense of the world around me. A peaceful few minutes with no minions to insult. No morons to yell at. Just peace.. That was until I walked by the high school.

I stared up at the nasty building and grunted as I walked by.

Ding!

Shoot.

I yanked my phone out of my purse and read my newest message.

My death will be avenged.

-Hyrule Princess

I felt a shiver run up my spine. I wasn't sure if it was because of the spooky atmosphere or the fact that I was freezing my you know whats off in the freezing air. I stood in silent, then the moment I took a step forward, I heard the click. The nasty click that I hear every Monday to Friday in the year. The nasty click I hear when I open the door to walk into the next few hours of hell on horrid Mondays. I spun around and glared as the door to the school swerved open. All I could do was hope that it was the wind.. Spoiler alert: it wasn't the wind.

Ding!

Come inside where it's nice and warm..

-Hyrule Princess.

I scanned the area around me, looking both ways down the sidewalk. No one around. No one to help. A complete wasteland.. The cops.

i will get the police, u little bitch My fingers trembled as I typed. Almost immediately after, another text.

Ding!

You will come inside now and you will not tell anyone or I will slice open your throat!

-Hyrule Princess

Any other pussy would run away in fear. But me, Rosalina? No. You best believe that I marched straight through that doorway. Into the quiet and dark halls of the school building, I shone my phone flashlight around to light up the area.

"Come out, little baby!" I yelled, my voice echoing. "Show yourself!"

Well, someone sure did some themselves.. Not in the way I expected. After several minutes of slow tiptoeing and no messages, I was getting ready to leave. The light from my phone spread across the dead body slumped against a row of lockers. His blue overalls were soaked in blood, his green hat swimming in a pool of the crimson liquid. And most shockingly, lodged straight through Mr. Weegee's eye socket was a stiletto of a bright pink high heel. My phone dropped straight from my hand and smacked straight against the floor. My hands gripped onto my cheeks and I squinted my eyes, letting out the loudest scream you would have ever heard in your entire life. No, I wasn't scared of the body. Are you kidding me? I was scared for that high heel, of course! I sprinted forward in horror, recognizing the shoe instantly. It was mine!

The pink color just like mine. The same brand just like mine. The sticker on the heel fresh with the price tag from yesterday's shopping trip. This was my shoe. It had to be. I gripped onto it, and with a fierce thug, it came right out. Blood slowly oozed out of the wound and dribbled down Weegee's overalls in a disgusting manner. I cringed, then BAM!

Just a few feet ahead, I saw the feet of the shadow. I heard the slamming of the footsteps. Whoever it was sending the texts, they were right in front of me. Of course it was them. I took no extra time. This is exactly how the dumb bitches in horror movies die. They stand around, stare at the killer, and with no time left, they try and run and then fall flat on their face. I wasn't going to die like that!

I turned around and made a fast sprint ahead. I swiped my phone up from the floor on the way and I eventually barged out the front doors with the heel. It's safe to say that when I got home, I locked every door in the house shut.

Author's Note:

Uh-oh! Another body has been found!

Hello everyone! Welcome to the next chapter of Behind A Mask: Questioned! If you have some time, let me know your thoughts in a review! :)

I want to get your overall impressions on all this chaos. Do you like where the story is going? What do you think of Ms. Rosalina? xD And of course.. who do you think is the killer? And who is the sender of the texts? It could certainly be the same person! :)

In the next chapter, I'm going to show more of the characters so you can start predicting out of the suspects.

New character today: King Dedede! Or as Rosalina calls him - Penguin.. Lol.

I hope you're all enjoying this new season and hopefully you'll appreciate where this story heads! With Season I, it was much more of a basic story. Who is the traitor? Find out the traitor. Then the end. This one will be more imaginative, and whether you end up liking the whole story or not, you'll definitely agree that it's slightly more complex.

Stay tuned for Chapter Three!

Thank you all so much for reading, byeeeee! :D