It is a good day.
Dispatching the strange man in purple had been an easy feat- a simple matter even a child could solve. But that was the beauty of doing it; a prank is only good the first time, after all. And now, the Skull Kid could rummage through the large pack the man had trudged around with, maybe find something interesting. And, oh, was there something just intriguing. Despite what his fairy friends' nervous chirping would imply.
I will be free.
The Skull Kid observed the mask, staring through the translucent eyes and to the thick canopy above them. Tatl and Tael were trying to speak to him, but he payed them no mind. There was something… intriguing about the mask. The pretty colors, the odd design, the immaculate spines. The cold, red, dead eyes that pierced into his soul. He brought it closer, closer, staring through the eyes that stared through him. Once it was an inch from his face, he flipped it and pressed the smooth leather interior against his face, feeling the tip of his beak just barely poke against it.
He howled as pain overtook him, screaming into the night as he went semi-blind from the torture. His mind seared like a horse's rump being branded, and that brand was the mask's- evil and hideous thoughts he had tried to bury rushing forward to envelope his mind and mark him. He was no longer the Skull Kid, whimsical spirit of the forest. He was the Skull Kid, conjurer of vengeance. And he was the vessel through which the Mask would exact its own. Tatl and Tael chirped beside him, fear heavy in their bell-like ringing, but he paid it no mind.
I have my Puppet. It is a good day.