IWCII - Threats

    >Anonymous
    >An ironic name, given that some of your actions were that of anyone but someone who was.
    >You stayed in the background most of the time, preferring an introverted life to the extroverted Canterlot High student.
    >However, to every yin there must be a yang - not that you wanted there to be.
    >Through sheer coincidence (and a bizarre rift in dimensions) you wound up as the owner of the Mask of comic-book lore.
    >It turns people into what they want to be deep down. At least that’s what the one movie said.
    >Deep down you wanted to be somebody worth mentioning. You didn’t want to be a footnote on your family’s genealogy.
    >So you were somebody worth mentioning using the Mask’s powers.
    >Dubbing the moniker of “Incognito”, you became a superperson.
    >Yes, a superperson. Neither hero nor villain.
    >You did things that were heroic - saving kittens from rooftops and all of a city, foiling an elaborate plan involving fake time travel.
    >But you did things that were not - arson, burglary, and sabotaging a rocket mission and destroying a moon rock.
    >You had a end-the-world plan involving many antimatter reactors, but that’s in the making.
    >Yeah, now that you think about it, you were more of a villain.
    >But this situation is one of the most bizarre yet.
    >You were used to clear-cut “kill the burglar” or “save the kitten” answers.
    >This is different.
    >“Please don’t kill me! I’ll do anything!”
    >The two comically-oversized collections of guns in your hands attached to a single trigger waver.
    >The horned man raises his hands above his head slowly.
    “Good.”
    >He grins menacingly and snaps his fingers
    >*click*
    >The guns disappear from your hands and reappear in the man-thing’s.

    >You just watch and take some bubble gum out of your pocket to pass the time
“Well, I tried to kick ass and now I’m all outta bubblegum. Fire when ready.”
>The goat-man-thing looks shocked for a second, then shrugs
>The man-thing looks at the writer behind the fourth wall
>”Guy’s got a death wish, doesn’t he?”
>The writer types back ‘you just wait.’
>*click*
>*pop* *boom* *bang*
>none of the guns actually fire, but a bunch of ribbons that say “Bang!” pop out of them.
“Fake gun. Oldest trick in the book.”
>You blow a giant bubble with your gum, pull a oversized needle out of your pocket, and pop it.
>None gets on you (as designed), but it gets on him and solidifies instantly, encasing his neck to feet in a plaster-like substance within seconds.
“I want you to let me know how you came through that statue and how you’re doing this crazy stuff. If you don’t…”
>You brandish the needle at him, and he winces
>”Alright, I’ll talk! Fuck, I hate being imprisoned. I got here from an alternate dimension called Equestria, land of the talking horses, ruled by two alicorns called Celestia and Luna.”
“Go on.”
>”Wait, aren’t you going to act surprised? In every other dimension I did this to that was surprising.”
“You’re talking to a guy with superpowers from another dimension given to me by a mask from Loki, the God of Chaos, you think I can be surprised by much?”
“Hah, chaos! I love chaos! Want to take this plaster off and high five?”
>you just glare at him
>”...anyway, I’m the God of Chaos in Equestria. I can do all sorts of stuff there - though I am a bit limited in my abilities due to Celestia - gack - so I thought I’d wreak some chaos over here. It seems this dimension is taken, though.”
>You take in this information in.
>”So, uh, let me out now? Please?”
>you think…
“No.”
>”What?! The portal closes in 5 minutes! I need to get back in!”
>Ugh.
“Alright.”
>you carelessly use the needle to get him out of the binding, save his hands
>he looks down

“I don’t need any more chaos here, thank you very much.”
>he contemplates your words, and shrugs
>”By the way… Anon, was it?”
“Inc - wait, how do you know my name?”
>”I’m on God mode. Stupid question.”
>You look sheepish, as much as you can with your face covered in the mask
“It was.”
>”Anyway, want to make a deal? I know that thing corrupts. Loki made it that way, the douche. Want me to take it for you? I’ll give you a consolation prize!”
>You think for a second, and shatter the binding on his hands, as he needs to leave in 5 minutes anyway.
>He takes one horn off his head with a very painful-sounding *snap* and grimace.
>He then forms it into a red ring, about 4 inches in diameter and burps frost onto it
>wut
>He also takes off one suspender - his jeans stay on, thankfully.
>He morphs it into another ring, this time blue, then contracts it down to about 4 inches in diameter
>He doesn’t mess with this one, thankfully.
>“These for the Mask.”
“What do ‘these’ do, before I say no?”
>”Ah yes, not everyone knows the rituals I did. The red ring can transform any matter into anything else. The blue ring allows you to see the physical world anywhere and interact with it by passing objects into and out of the ring. Very… useful. You have one minute, then I gotta run.”
>You think for a quick second about the offer
>Very useful objects, they’d be fun to play with.
>On the other hand, did you really want to give an artifact of chaos to a god of chaos who already wanted to destroy this dimension?
“Certainly!”
>”Delightful! Anon, you won’t regret this!”
>You take the mask off and you exchange the objects at the exact same time.
>”Pleasure doing business with you, Anon!”
“All mine."

>*BONG* *BONG*
>A clock starts to chime midnight in the distance.
>He does a quick salute and starts running to the closing portal.
>You test the summoning abilities of the red ring by summoning a medium-sized rock.
>You toss it into the blue portal, set for Discord’s path.
>*BONG* *BONG*
>You summon a wooden replica of the Mask and wait for the moment to strike
>He tripped!
>You move the portal and switch the Masks.
>He doesn’t seem to notice
>*BONG* *BONG* *BONG*
>With a final rush towards the portal, he stops and looks down
>Oh shit, did he notice?
>*BONG*
>heartbeat heartbeat
>*BONG*
>heartbeat heartbeat
>*BONG*
>heartbeat heartbeat
>”Hey!”
>*BONG*
>heartbeat heartbeat heartbeat
>He looks at you inscrutably, then jumps into the portal
>The clock finishes chiming with an ominous-sounding *BONG*
>The shimmering portal closes
>You walk away with the Mask and rings in your hands

>You may have retained power, but you have made a powerful enemy
>Was he trying to fool you? Or did Loki really corrupt users of the Mask?
>Now that you have the ring of summoning and the ring of teleportation, they really accomplish the same purpose as the Mask in a much less corrupting fashion.
>Not that you needed the Mask, at least
>You’re deep in thought as you arrive at your home, stopping only at the conveniently-placed phone booth right outside your house to change from your Incognito clothes (a green business suit with a black question marks on it and one on the lapel) to your normal everyday Anonymous wear (a black business suit with one green question mark on the lapel and green accents)
>How retarded can the authorities in this city be? It couldn’t be more obvious that you were the Mask if you tried to be.
>You walked home from fighting crime, yes, today was FIGHTING crime, to your father in the doorway.
>“Son, why on EARTH were you out until midnight!”
”Doing important stuff.”
>”Like what?”
”Getting laid.”
>He just chortles and slaps you on the back with one of his oversized hands
>”That’s my boy. Popular with the girls, eh son?”
“Yeah, heh. Alright, I need some sleep.”
>”Alright, good night Anon. Get some sleep.”
>He walks off to the kitchen to get some diced onions
>Your dad was based. Weird, but based.
>As you trudge up the stairs, you hear him shout
>”Don’t forget to use protection! I heard sliced onions make for pretty bad condoms!”

>you just laugh and go to your room
>you throw the damned Mask on your bed
>The thing has always come back to you no matter how far away you’ve thrown it.
>Now you can’t, though, since you might have pissed off Discord.
>It’d be very helpful if Discord came back with a vendetta.
>A box would be a good thing to invest in eventually so that you won’t open it without a reason
>Although, why invest?
>You heed Discord’s words and pull the edges of the red ring. It expands to around 1 and a half feet.
>Easy enough.
>You then will a small safe that has no door to come through.
>Sure enough, one does, lands on your bed next to the Mask, and bounces a little
>You use the blue ring to throw the Mask in afterwards.
>Lifehacking.
>You’re about to succumb to your old routine of fap-towel-sleep when a thought comes to you.
>Popular with the girls?
>This portal makes you essentially THE most “popular”, in a sense.
>You had done a home DNA sample a couple years ago, and it differed from what the police had.
>Apparently the Mask had changed your DNA over the years too.
>So you could get away with rape. Huh.
>You consider who to use the portal on first.
>The answer is obvious.
>What high schooler doesn’t have a vendetta on their principal for one reason or another?