Mask panted as he ran through the forest, tears streaming down his face.
He had to keep running. He had to.
To keep them safe.
Mask was being blackmailed by an unknown identity.
He was told to run far away, leaving inkopolis and his loving family....
And never return.
Or they would be killed.
He tripped over a branch and fell to the ground, hard.
It hurt. Everything hurt.
He thought about the note he left for Skull, telling him what was going on.
Skull.
My dear, I love you. I care about you more then anything. So I'm doing this to keep you and Grape safe. Please, do not follow me. I will return when our villian is gone.No questions, please...I can take care of myself for now...
With many kisses, Mask.
Mask tore through the woods. He wanted to run home. He wanted to hug his family...But He couldn't. He just couldn't. He couldn't risk it.
He looked up at the three huge oak trees in front of him. High up in one, an hold tree house. Almost 14 years old now.
On another, an M and an S carved into a heart.
On the third, a swing set hung. Mask sat on the faded red plastic seat, gripping the rusted chains.
He lowed his head, took of his mask, and breathed in the air.
With the wing roaring through the trees, he began to sing.
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