Don’t drink and Mask (Patreon)

This was inspired by an image of OG Hina by HowSplendid (See attachment below 👇 ) flying after what it seems a transformation gone wrong lol

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DON'T DRINK AND MASK

It was a wild Saturday night, and after a few too many shots of tequila, Kelly stumbled out of the crowded nightclub and into the cool night air. Her head was spinning, and she giggled at everything and nothing. The streetlights blurred into soft halos, and the city seemed like a playground of neon colors and distant laughter.

As she wandered aimlessly, she found herself in a narrow alleyway she had never seen before. Her blurry vision caught sight of something odd in a pile of trash – a curious, green, wooden mask. The eyes were wide and exaggerated, the mouth twisted into a sinister grin. In her drunken haze, Kelly found it hilarious.

Without thinking, she picked up the mask and, giggling to herself, put it on. The moment it touched her face, a strange energy surged through her body. She felt her drunken stupor replaced by a powerful, manic energy that pulsed from her head to her toes. Kelly’s giggles turned into wild laughter as she spun around, feeling invincible.

But something wasn’t right.

The mask’s power, normally amplifying the wearer’s desires and personality, was conflicted by her inebriated state. Instead of harnessing her mind, it battled the alcohol-fueled chaos within her. The energy intensified, spiraling out of control. She felt like she was being pulled in every direction at once.

Suddenly, the world around her began to twist and swirl. The energy coursing through the mask whipped up into a frenzy, creating a swirling vortex of neon light and wind around her. Kelly was caught in the eye of the storm, her feet lifted off the ground as she was spun faster and faster. Her laughter turned into a scream as the tornado of energy lifted her into the air.

The force of the tornado was overwhelming, and Kelly felt herself being flung from its center. She soared through the air, her body spinning uncontrollably as the world around her became a blur of colors and light. Time seemed to slow as she tumbled backward, her arms flailing and her legs flying up over her head. The ground came rushing up to meet her, but she was too disoriented to react.

With a bone-jarring impact, Kelly landed hard on her ass, the force of the landing sending a shockwave through her entire body. The ground beneath her seemed to pulse with the leftover energy from the mask, and her vision blurred as she felt the sharp sting of pain radiate up her spine. The world around her vibrated with residual energy, leaving trails of neon green, pink, and electric blue in the air.

She lay there, stunned and breathless, her legs splayed out in front of her in a most undignified manner. The impact had knocked the wind out of her, leaving her gasping for breath as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. Her body tingled with the aftereffects of the mask’s power, the energy slowly dissipating into the night.

But when she tried to move, she realized the mask was still on her face. She reached up, feeling the smooth, cold wood against her fingers. The sinister grin of the mask felt as though it was carved into her very being. Her attempts to pull it off were futile; it seemed to be stuck, almost as if it had become a part of her.

Kelly slowly sat up, wincing as the pain in her backside made itself known. The mask's energy had lessened, but she could still feel its strange presence, mingling with the dull ache in her body. Her dress was disheveled, one shoe was missing, and her hair was a wild mess. She felt a mix of embarrassment and disbelief, unsure if what had just happened was real or some bizarre drunken hallucination.

She gingerly got to her feet, still feeling the ache from her rough landing. The alleyway was quiet again, the strange energy dissipating into the night, but the mask remained firmly in place. Kelly glanced at her reflection in a nearby puddle, seeing the grotesque, grinning face staring back at her. She took a cautious step forward, feeling the mask's presence as it amplified every movement, every thought.

"No way," she muttered through the mask's twisted grin, her voice distorted and otherworldly.