Masked (A Masked Singer AU)

Chapter 1: Maskglen

A.N: Welcome everyone to my brand new AU story for "The Masked Singer"! I never thought that I would actually write a story for this fandom,  but here we are 😄 Before we start, some ground rules.  I do NOT own most of the masks featured here, they belong to FOX and the broadcasting networks for the show in other countries.  I only own the masks that I come up with on my own. 

That's about it.  Enjoy the story! 😎

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It was an extremely quiet September Tuesday in Maskglen, South Carolina.  The morning was young and the sun was already out ready to start the day.  But instead of being met with the usual warm weather, the town was met with a slight chill in the air.  The denizens of the town were certain that if it got any colder, frost would surely form. 

   Maskglen was a quaint little town that lied about 27 miles outside the city of Charleston.  Because of this, the city itself was usually overlooked and only really mattered to its rather unique inhabitants.  Although the town didn't quite get the love that it deserved, they didn't care.  Even if it wasn't all that much, it was home. 

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   A certain butterfly with blue and green sparkly wings emerged from her dwelling stepping out onto her back porch.  She let out a yawn as she stretched out her large and beautiful wings.  She was clad in deep blue pajamas with a steaming cup of fruity herbal tea in her hands.  It wasn't as sweet and satisfying as the nectar she usually drank, but it warmed her up well enough.  As she stared out into her yard, she took a moment to enjoy the feeling of peace and serenity that the morning was giving.  It was indeed chilly; enough so that Butterfly was somewhat worried that it would kill her precious flowers.  But aside from that, it was about the same as every other morning, and Butterfly was just fine with that. 

   Suddenly she noticed out of the corner of her bright emerald compound eye a familiar pink flamingo who lived about two doors down strut out onto her back porch as well.  She too was clad in her PJ's along with a hot pink bathrobe and slippers.  The morning paper was tucked under her right wing while she attempted to balance her coffee in her left hand and a toasted bagel in her right. 

   The lovely flamingo looked over and noticed her neighbor.  A smile immediately spread across her beak.  "Hey, what's up, Butterfly? Buenas días, mi amiga." 

   "Morning, Flamingo."  Butterfly replied,

   "Nice day, isn't it?" Flamingo asked,

   Butterfly nodded, "Yeah, it is.  A little cold, though." 

   Then Flamingo nodded as well, "Yeah.  When I moved from Miami, I was expecting slightly colder weather.  But this is a little crazy." 

   Butterfly shivered as she took a huge sip of her tea.  "I know.  I only hope it won't get any colder, or my wings will freeze." 

   "Well, we wouldn't want that, now would we?" Flamingo asked laughing a little bit,

   "No, ma'am."  Butterfly laughed as well, after that there was an awkward silence between the two friends. 

   Butterfly drummed her fingers on her mug deciding to finally break the silence.  "Say uh, by the way.  Was anything different when you went and got your paper this morning?"

   Flamingo stopped abruptly as she drank some of her coffee.  She looked at her friend with a knowing expression.  "If you're asking me if the house sold, no it didn't."  She replied,

   The house that rested between both Butterfly and Flamingo's homes had been empty for quite some time.  Their previous neighbor, Miss Flower, was what you would call a model neighbor.  She was a delightful woman with a voice of gold and the loveliest purple petals.  Both Flamingo and Butterfly adored her; heck, everyone on the block did.  She would spend most of her days singing, tending to her garden, listening to music, and baking delicious goodies with her best friend, Miss Bee.  Goodies that Flamingo, Butterfly, and all of their other friends, loved to indulge in.  But about half a year ago, Miss Flower decided she wanted to move all the way to the other side of town so she could be closer to her family.  So, ultimately, she sold the house.  Butterfly and Flamingo were the ones who were the most upset by this, but they understood her reasoning and wished her well.  Since then, the lovely home stood proud but silent for months and months.  A realty sign stood in the front yard just patiently waiting for someone to slap a bright red "SOLD" sticker on it.