You have to think about it... for approximately five seconds. Shit it is a good idea and you wonder why it's not one you thought of. Then again, leave it to a horn dog like Caleb to think that the best thing to do with the masks is to get some pussy. And if you can get with Lisa, well...
"Well?"
Caleb's words bring you back to earth and you shoot him a grin, "Sure. why the hell not? If we can get Mansfield's brain then that'd be a real coup right?" You're practically beaming now. "Yeah, we get him and I can get with Lisa or I can fuck things up for them. If shit goes south, well then it's Mansfield getting the blowback, not me. No harm, no foul."
"Except for Mansfield but I guess you're throwing him under no harm," Caleb states. He then counters with a question though, "But what if you can't get Mansfield?
"What?"
"I mean say you can't get Mansfield's brain. Do you go for someone else to copy," he asks.
"Well, that'd involve making up new masks, right? That's such a pain," you whine.
Caleb shakes his head, "Ignore that. If you can't get Mansfield then why not get someone else? I know you're all heartbroken over Lisa but there's a lot more girls out there that you'd be able to take your pick from."
"Like who," you ask.
"Well let me throw names out there and you tell me whether you'd do 'em," he states. "Cindy Vredenburg. Gloria Rea, Jessica Garner."
You give a positive response to that.
"Yumi Saito."
Yumi's a friend, of sorts. She's Jenny Ashton's best friend and as a result occasionally hangs out with Jenny and her friends. On the occasions you're there some times you get to talk to her. She's definitely gorgeous so you respond with an affirmative.
"Jenny Ashton."
That causes you to pause. Jenny's cute in that way that straddles the line between feminine and tomboy but for some reason you really have a hard time thinking about her in a sexual manner. Even still... "Sure," you answer.
"Alright, Kelsey Blankenship."
That draws you back into the conversation you had earlier this afternoon with Tackett and his crew. "She's fucking Karl Hennepin, you know," you say.
Caleb nods, "That's great but would you fuck her?"
"Right at the Donna. She thinks it's a secret"
"So would you fuck her on the down low at the Donna," he asks.
"Well yeah, sure," you finally answer, "But fuck you just reminded me of something that's all. It's kind of unfair what she's doing to Hennepin, I mean hooking up with him and not even having the guts to go public because she's worried about her reputation or whatever the fuck."
"Since when the fuck did you care about Karl Hennepin's love life," Caleb asks. "Shit, since when the fuck did you care about Karl Hennepin at all?"
"Look, it's just something that we were talking about when I was hanging out with Tackett and them, that's all. They kind of agreed and some of the guys suggested sneaking some pictures of them at the Donna and putting it up all over social media," you slyly leave out that "some of those guys" were in fact yourself. "You don't find that interesting," you ask.
"I don't really care," he answers in exasperation. "So she's fucking him, so what? It's none of our business," Caleb states. "If you're so concerned, get a mask of Kelsey and fuck Karl yourself."
He manages to dodge when you swing at him and the two of you are ready to continue throwing down when Justin comes back in with some sandwiches as well as some additional material.
* * * * *
"So that's what you guys are really going to do with these," Justin asks once Caleb informs him of your plans.
"Fuck yeah," Caleb states enthusiastically. "I mean look, we have to get some use out of these some way and where's the fun in walking around as that goofy fucker over there?" With that he jerks a thumb at you but you decide not to give him the satisfaction of reacting. "Besides, isn't there some girl you'd like to fuck?"
Justin gives it a little thought, "Yeah, sure. There's some," he states.
"So you're in," you ask.
"Yeah, sure, I'm in. I'll text Connor about it." Justin proceeds to do so and gets a series of responses back within a few minutes. "Connor's in but like he just said we need to get everything made up first and we need to test everything out as well."
"I'm not making a mask, I already have one made of me," you protest.
"Caleb and I will make the masks," Justin states though he hands you some of the material he purchased. "You have to make the bands though and use the first one on yourself."
"Why me," you continue to protest.
"Because we have to make sure these full body disguises work, you doofus," Caleb, never one to miss taking a shot, chimes in.
With a groan you get to work and grab the materials needed for the band but wanting to remember the details exactly you go over to the dirt pile, against Caleb's protests, and dig the book out from it making sure everything is put back in place. You get to work mixing the materials as needed until eventually a band is made. Then another two in rather quick succession as it is, thankfully, not a long process. Not like the masks.
"Hey, you guys know you're in for a solid week of getting that thing polished up, right," you call out to Justin. "It's gonna be a pain in the ass!"
Justin just shrugs it off. "If it takes a week, it takes a week," he states. "We'll figure something out though."
You notice that you still have plenty of material left. You were going to make bands of yourselves but hey, if you can make more, why not make an extra one so you can grab Mansfield's brain? So you do just that and decide to finish up what material you have to make another two bands as well. Justin and Caleb are eventually able to finish up two more masks before they check on you.
"So you got that shit done," Caleb asks. You hold out the bands and he grabs one from your hand and appraises it. "So, you just take this and jam it against someone's forehead like so..."
You're unable to react before Caleb's hand shoots forward and you're engulfed by darkness, waking up an indeterminate amount of time later to see a double of yourself dressed in Caleb's clothes rousing himself up.
"Fucking asshole," you growl as you glare at him; he must've got your mask out of your bag. Once you've pulled yourself up though you let the ill feelings drop a bit, "So what's up? Does it work?"
"Gimme a sec," your clone says as he drags himself up and gives himself a moment or two to think. Then it's like a lightbulb going off on his head. "Oh yeah, it definitely works. I have to concentrate a bit but I can pull some things up, mainly what you talked about with Tackett and them earlier."
"So the memories are there, that's good," Justin states, "but what about anything else?"
Caleb gives it another thought. "I'm telling you, it's all here! Just get off my case already, christ!" It's a pitch perfect imitation of the tone you can take when quite annoyed which means that's all there as well.
"Christ, so it's definitely true," you state in awe. "We put these on and we could become a perfect doppelganger of someone else." You let the thought sink in, the thought of what Caleb said about using the mask to get girls, to get Mansfield and get Lisa through him, and it's something that's going to definitely eat away at you for a while.
"Yeah but we're not going to be able to do that until we get these masks done," Justin states as he then orders Caleb out of your mask. Once he's back the two of them get back to work and by the time curfew is dangerously close to coming up and you say your goodbyes they're able to get two more masks done. It'll just be the long process left of polishing them up.
* * * * *
There's a cliche line about people who assume and you're feeling it right now. "Bullshit," you state to Connor on the other end of the line. He had called you this morning to tell you that he and Justin had finished getting all four masks polished last night.
"I'm telling you the truth," he replies back.
"How in the hell did you even manage that," you ask incredulously. "Getting mine and Mansfield's masks took days."
"Ancient Chinese secret," Connor laughs. "Well, really, Manuel had a car buffer so we figured... why not? Guess wizards didn't really think much about what we'd have four hundred years after the fact."
"So all four of those masks done," you ask again, "I can't believe it."
"Well, believe it Will," Connor replies. "Actually, Justin and myself already have our images captured on them as well as our minds."
"That fast? Did you get anyone else?"
"Unless you want to be Manuel that bad it's just us for now," he explains. "Justin said he'd try and get the last one on someone else though, someone different just because he said there'd be no fun in it if it was just us basically circlejerking each other. Actually, though, that does get me to a proposal I want to make."
"A proposal? Sure, I'm listening," you say.
"So we want to test these out, right," he asks. "Well, we're going to have to at some point so I'm wondering if you'd be willing to switch. I'll go to school as you, you spend the day as me. We'll see if these things can let us fool anyone or what."
Well that's a shock. First they're able to get the masks done in record time, now Connor's proposing a switch for the day? That'd definitely be something, you're certainly interested in seeing what the college life is like. Oh, but you still have that band you want to use on Mansfield. You want to see if you can get it as soon as possible since that means access to girls. It'd mean access to Lisa.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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