*Bing-Bong*
Disclaimer: Please do not intercept flying magical glowing objects with your face.
The writer of this work is fairly certain nobody reading this is projectile proof, and damages to the one's brain is not worth a chance at seeing weird spooky magic shit.
*Bing-Bong*
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Back at the Royal Reef Hotel, a strange-looking trunk covered in talismans, owned by a certain Madam Venus began to suddenly and violently jump and shake in the confines of it's dressing room closet, as if something needed to break out of it.
Clack!
Boom!
A few seconds later, something did.
The trunk jumped out of it's resting spot, crashed into the floor and flung itself open, allowing a dark purple mask with a rather evil looking design to fly out of it.
