Scooby-doo Where Are You Mystery Mask Mix-up นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Mick picked up the mask and looked at it with a frown on his face. “It’s clean. Darren washed it, and then I sprayed and wiped it down again.” “I can smell the cleaner. I’m just curious.... You wear this every time?” “Every time,” I affirmed. “Why?” “To bring out a part of me that wasn’t there before.” “A masquerade girl?”

"Luh, why are you in a bad mood all of a sudden, hubby? What are you doing? why does your head always get hot when you hear my Steven's name?" "Nothing!" He said he tortured me at the same time. He stood up and grabbed something on the side of the small table. "Wait, it's yours?" At the same time a mask was shown. "Ah yes, that's the mask I wore at the prom. I suddenly remembered what happened, it's amazing!" "What the f**k? This looks familiar..." I raised my eyebrows. "What?" "This mask, it looks like the one the girl I danced with at the prom was wearing..."

“It’s several millennia old, and it’s thought it was used in a ritualistic ceremony that was rumored to bring werewolves back to life.” “My, you are a history buff,” Lucy said and poured me a cup of tea. “I was commissioned to clean the mask. But the day after Tony brought it from The Association, it disappeared from my workroom while I was in the bathroom.” I thought about Lucy’s words and watched Buddy leave the room. A few seconds later, I saw him through the window. He was in the backyard. A balding man on the other side of the fence called Buddy to him and stroked his head.

Jo says, and I shake my head, passing her the card. “Oh wow,” she says and I nod, raising my eyebrows. Wow indeed. A mystery party that I will receive the location by text message with code words to give at the door. Masks are mandatory, and a black or white dress. “This is insane,” Jo lets out, and I agree. Who would send something like this to me? “Who sent it?”, she asks, grabbing the envelope from my hand, but there’s no other name besides mine. Only my name appears on the card and on the envelope. “You’re going, right?” she asks, and I look at her, not really knowing what to think.

Anyone could walk in and I couldn’t risk that. I searched the room in such a hurry I scattered everything, just looking for something. Then I found it—a weird-looking thing. It looked like some sort of makeup powder, but it didn’t blend with Marcy’s color. It was dark, very dark. Which was weird. Did Marcy also use this for disguise? Well, that was surprising, but I didn’t care. I threw it into the bag I was holding. I searched and searched, and finally! I saw something really worth it. It was a mask for balls!

My grip tightens on the phone. No. No, no, no. My heart slams against my ribs, my pulse roaring in my ears. I watch him—Ghost—standing in that fucking room, his hands shaking, desperation clear in his eyes. He wasn’t pleading for our lives. He was trying to undo what he did. “Why should we believe you?” the masked man asks. Ghost lets out a bitter, humorless laugh. “How else would I know the name? Come on, why do you think I told that idiot to stop?” His hands clench at his sides, his whole body tense. “Just take the three million and let us go.”

All three of them slipped on carnival like face masks, the very colorful ones with even more colorful feathers at the end. “What is going on?” I ask, this time looking from person to person. “Want to find out?” Abed asks from behind the mask, he blinked at me through the eye hole, I stared at him, even with the mask, he was as beautiful as they came. I swallow, and nod. Abed stretched out his hand, in it was another mask, staring at it for a second longer, I take it, turning it over in my hands, I notice it is not the disposable type, and it had the word SUNFLOWER engraved on it.

Naomi stepped back and studied her work. “I’m done,” she said, holding out a blue mask. I frowned. “What’s this for?” “You’re the flavour of the evening,” she explained. “Masks make buyers curious. Mystery sells.” I hesitated before slipping it on. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognised myself. The woman staring back looked polished, beautiful even, but distant. The blue mask hid half my face, turning me into someone else. “Good luck,” Naomi said softly. “Tonight, your name is Blue.”

"The three of us are going to the Halloween party together. All of us, no exceptions." ***** The location of the Halloween party was in an unused building at the back of college. In this secret place, all guests were required to wear the masks provided. And since we were late, there were only three types of masks left: wolf, rabbit, and cat. Hazel took the cat mask, put the rabbit mask on me, and gave the wolf mask to Drake. Then she pulled us both into the building. This party was more like a party in nightclub, not much different. Maybe it's just different in terms of the audience, which only contains students of this college and its strange rules.

“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.”