Mystery Mask Mix Up Scooby Doo 소설 & 이야기

Scar said, looking at Rome for a moment. "So you think the few minutes he's off-screen for, he went to get dressed?" Rome asked, looking at the backpack hung on Grey's shoulder. "Yes! Because a couple of moments later, our mask guy showed up. Then after injecting Earl with the dosages, he disappeared and Grey resurfaced. The timing match! When Gery disappeared, the masked guy showed up, and when the masked guy vanished, Grey resurfaced." "It makes sense because we couldn't find the masked guy after Earl got overdosed."

“Well, it’s the only one I found in the garment bag you handed me, so...” “But… But…I ordered a big, frilly light-blue dress to match me, along with one of those masquerade ball masks to hide your face.” “Oh, wait! It did come with a mask.” I lifted the yellow helmet with black shaded eyes and a silver mouth guard, then pulled it over my head. My vision went limited, but I could clearly see Brick out of the eye holes as he shook his head. “Holy… No. No, you’re not wearing that. You look like a ten-year-old boy.”

Michael finally spoke. His voice was smooth, firm. “Take this.” She turned to him, and her eyes fell on the object in his hand. A mask. A deep black, embroidered with silver. His gaze met hers, unreadable. “Put it on. And don’t take it off.” She hesitated. Only for a second. Then she swallowed and took the mask, sliding it into place. The moment it covered her face, a strange sensation settled in her chest. As if she had just crossed an invisible threshold, stepping into a world where identities were hidden, and truths were carefully concealed.

If he can cheat, why can't I cheat? I slip my mask on and step into the bar. It's Halloween, but with a twist. It's a masquerade night. Everyone is masked, a sea of hidden faces swirling around me. They'd gone all out—a kaleidoscope of funny, try-too-hard-to-look-scary costumes. Fake blood, monstrous parodies, and towering wigs threatened to topple with every dance step. I'd chosen something simple, just the black mask. It felt like the perfect disguise, letting me blend into the shadows while still participating in the night's strange ritual.

I barely reach the far wall when the door crashes open. Damon and Aubrey stride in without ceremony. Both of them freeze the moment they see my expression. Confusion flickers across their faces, quickly followed by something sharper—suspicion, maybe. Or concern. It’s hard to tell anymore. Everyone wears masks now. I just happen to know mine is still firmly in place. “What’s the hold up?” Damon demands, irritation threading his voice. “I texted you where to meet us.” I don’t look up right away.

Rhys followed a few minutes later, saying nothing but seeing the entire scenario, grabbing a plate and dishing his meal. We all ate in silence and it wasn't comfortable. I was just glad that they weren't as angry at me anymore. I could live with that. --- The next day, a big announcement was made about how we would be having a masquerade-themed mixer on one of the top decks. Everyone had to wear masks and have fun. I wonder if there was some sort of hidden agenda to it because it seemed just like any other cruise. The boys looked as handsome as ever with their suits and masks matching the colour of their clothes.

The sheet nodded solemnly. I dropped a handful of candy. “Solid choice. Classic.” Ten minutes later: knock knock. Same height. Same sheet now slightly crooked. “Trick or treat!” I raised an eyebrow. “Ghost again?” Sheet shook side to side. Kid whipped it off to reveal a Spider-Man mask underneath. I laughed so hard I almost dropped the bowl. “Nice try, ghost-Spider.” Another handful of candy. Ten minutes after that: knock knock. This time the sheet was inside out and the eye holes were in the wrong place.

My boyfriend, who had gone missing for a month, appeared in my soup. The shop was crowded, yet I didn't dare raise my voice. Swallowing down the bile in my throat, I staggered outside, found a secluded corner, and retched until my stomach burned. When I was done, I ran upstairs, locked myself inside, and dialed the police. An hour later, they called back. "We've checked," the officer said. "Their ingredients are all sheep offal. As for the tattooed skin you mentioned, we believe it was a standard meat inspection stamp. No missing-person reports have been filed in the city for over six months."

I muttered, leaning closer so he could hear me over the buzz of the crowd, “Reagan doesn’t even know the names of half these people.” He smirked, his gaze sweeping the room. “Everyone’s wearing a mask.” “It’s a masquerade party, I think.” I spotted a nearby table stacked with ornate masks, clearly intended for anyone who needed one. I grabbed two and turned to Blaze, holding one out to him. “Here. Let’s blend in.” I slipped my mask on—a delicate, silver piece adorned with tiny crystals—and gestured for Blaze to do the same. He took his time, studying his black and gold mask like it was some kind of alien artifact before finally putting it on.

Still basking in a state of serene bliss, we began our journey back home. All of a sudden, Kenny let out a piercing scream, catching me off guard and causing me to jump. "Turn back!" he urgently exclaimed. Perplexed, I inquired about what was wrong. "I forgot to pick up the masks! How can we have a masquerade without masks?" he exclaimed with clear panic in his voice. I let out a relieved sigh and gently closed the door. As I turned around, I saw Kenny grinning mischievously at me. I playfully slapped my hand to my forehead and scolded him for frightening me earlier.