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Cecily Strong had had it. The mask had pushed her too far this time. The night had been fun, sure—wild, uninhibited fun—but it had gone too far, and now she was left cleaning up the mess, both figuratively and literally. She ripped the mask off her face, panting from the surge of energy that was now quickly fading. The vibrant green faded from her skin, and her human features returned, but the memories of what she had done were still fresh in her mind.

"Enough of this," she muttered, looking down at the mask, its wide grin still taunting her. She couldn't take it anymore.

She stormed across the room, determined to be done with it once and for all. In the corner sat a small, open trash can. Without a second thought, she tossed the mask inside, hearing it hit the bottom with a hollow thud. No lid to trap it, no barrier—it was just a regular trash can.

“There. Gone,” she said, hands on her hips, her heart racing as she tried to calm down.

But as the minutes passed, something nagged at her. She glanced over at the trash can, its wide open top staring back at her, the mask barely visible among the crumpled papers and trash. The temptation was gnawing at her, digging into her thoughts like a splinter she couldn’t ignore.

She shook her head, trying to brush it off. I don’t need it, she told herself. I’m better off without it. But the longer she stood there, the more the temptation grew. She started pacing, stealing glances at the trash can every time she passed by.

The mask’s pull was undeniable.

Finally, with a groan of frustration, she gave in. “Fine!” she huffed, stomping over to the trash can. “I’ll just take a look.”

Cecily knelt down next to the trash can and peered inside. The mask was there, of course, sitting right at the bottom, its wooden face grinning up at her like it had been waiting for this very moment. She bit her lip, her hands hovering over the edge of the trash can. She wanted to reach in, to grab it, but she hesitated.

Just get it and throw it away somewhere else, Cecily. You’re not putting it on again.

With a sigh, she leaned into the trash can, her arm reaching deep to retrieve the mask. But the second her fingers touched its cool surface, something snapped. The mask seemed to leap up to meet her face, as though it had been waiting for her to get close enough.

“No, no, no!” she yelped, trying to pull back, but it was too late. The mask latched onto her face, melding with her skin in an instant. The transformation began before she could even react, her body convulsing as the familiar green energy enveloped her.

Her legs kicked out as her body contorted, her face stretching, warping as the mask fused with her once again. She struggled, but the more she tried to fight it, the more the mask took control. The green glow intensified, swirling around her like a storm, filling the room with crackling energy.

Oh no, not again, she thought, but she could already feel the wild, chaotic power coursing through her veins. Her body reshaped, her clothes transforming into a flashy, sequined outfit that clung to her curves. Her hair exploded with volume, wild and untamed, as electricity crackled around her, dancing in the air like fireworks.