The Mask
Sometimes..sometimes, a mask is all you have. That’s all that represents you, that’s all keeping a smile on your face. Sometimes? It even affects your appearance. That’s how it is for me. Multiple masks of multiple people that multiply constantly the more series I see, the more little fun things I learn or know about.
I don’t have a true form. I’ve never had one.
I simply keep speaking and acting and moving around. Sometimes under the guise of The Hermit, flowing orange hair with that green jacket. Sometimes under the guise of The Broken, saying his lime greetings and speaking about his great little punch out game. Sometimes under the guise of The Witch, her bubbly happiness and her wistful mind turning to constant and devastating anger.
I don’t have a true form.