The Sky Is Falling [Indefinite Hiatus]

Thief

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The Happy Mask Salesman was a "strange" man. His quirk was unclear, and he was just outright weird. Most people avoided him. Izuku was not most people. But this chapter isn't about Izuku. It's about the Happy Mask Salesman, who has had one of his most prized possessions stolen.

"Oh no no no no..." A worried salesman repeated.

"It's gone, stolen... Someone stole it..." He continued.

"I can't just ask for help... It'll take too long... I only have a few more days until I leave... But it's my only hope." He muttered.

MIDORIYA HOUSEHOLD

Knock knock knock!

"Coming!" A woman said, rushing towards the door.

"Hello?" The woman said, as she opened the door.

"Hello ma'am." The Happy Mask Salesman said.

"Ah, you must be the Happy Mask Salesman!" The woman said.

"Yes." The Happy Mask Salesman replied.

"Oh, how rude of me! My name is Inko Midoriya, mother of Izuku Midoriya, but you most likely know that already." Inko said.

"Yes, yes. Speaking of Izuku, may I have a word with him?" The Happy Mask Salesman asked.

"Of course!" Said Inko, as she went upstairs towards Izuku's room.

"Izuku, honey?" Inko called, knocking on his door.

"Come in!" Izuku replied.

Inko entered the room, to see Izuku playing his ocarina.

"Something wrong mom?" Asked Izuku.

"No, and sorry if I interrupted you, but the Happy Mask Salesman is here to talk to you." Inko stated.

"Huh, that's strange. He's never come over before... And, how does he know where I live?" Izuku thought, but he shrugged the last question off because the Happy Mask Salesman works in mysterious ways.

"Alright, I'm coming." Izuku said.

Izuku put away his ocarina, got up from his bed, and went to the front door to see the Happy Mask Salesman in front of his door.

"Mr. Salesman? Why are you here?" Izuku asked.

"Ah, you're here!" Exclaimed the Happy Mask Salesman.

"Ahem, and about why I'm here. It's about one of my masks." He continued.

"What about them?" Izuku wondered.

"Well, one of them were stolen away from me last night!" The Happy Mask Salesman said.

"Well... Why not get a new one?" Izuku said, riling the Happy Mask Salesman.

"No, no, no! You don't get it! This one is irreplaceable!!!" He shouted.

The Happy Mask Salesman was making erratic movements. If, you could even call them movements. He wasn't physically moving, but more like he was suddenly changing positions without any motion being made. After a bit, the Happy Mask Salesman stopped after a bit, and sighed.

"Alright, I'm going to tell you why that mask is so important to me. But first, follow me. We need to be some more private." The Happy Mask Salesman said, ushering Izuku to follow him.

THE HAPPY MASK SHOP

"Alright, we're here." The Happy Mask Salesman said, in front of his store.

"Let's go in." He continued.

Izuku and the Happy Mask Salesman entered the Happy Mask Shop, and Izuku noticed the mask on the wall earlier was gone.

"Say, would the mask that was stolen happen to be the mask I saw on the wall a few months ago?" Izuku asked.

"Yes, and allow me to tell you about it." The Happy Mask Salesman said.

The Happy Mask Salesman began to tell Izuku about his mask.

"The mask that was stolen from me... It is called Majora's Mask." He started.

"It is an accursed item from legend that is said to have been used by an ancient tribe in its hexing rituals. It is said that an evil and wicked power is bestowed upon the one who wears the mask. " The Happy Mask Salesman explained.

"According to legend... The troubles caused by Majora's Mask were so great... The ancient ones, fearing such catastrophe, sealed mask in the shadow forever, preventing its misuse." The Happy Mask Salesman continued.

"But now, that tribe from the legend has vanished, so no one really knows the true nature of the masks power..." He finished explaining.

"But I feel it." He said.

"I went great lengths to get that legendary mask. When I finally had it... I could sense the doom of a dark omen brewing. It was that unwelcome feeling that makes your hair stand on end." He described.

"And now... That imp has it."

"Imp?" Izuku butted in.

"Yes, they looked like an imp. Quite strange if you ask me." The Happy Mask Salesman replied.

"Which is why... I'm begging you! You must get that mask back quickly or something terrible will happen! I'm begging you! I'm begging you! You must do it!" He was begging.

"Alright! I get it! I'll get the mask back from the imp." Izuku said, interrupting the salesman's begging.

"Really? You'll do it? For me?" The Happy Mask Salesman asked.

"Yeah, I'll get it back for you." Izuku replied.

"I was certain you would tell me that." The Happy Mask Salesman said.

"Then why did you beg so much?" Izuku thought.

"You'll be fine! Surely, you can do it." The Happy Mask Salesman, trying to reassure Izuku.

"That wasn't reassuring at all..." Izuku was thinking.

"Believe in your strengths... believe..." The Happy Mask Salesman said.

'How ominous.' Izuku whispered.

"Now, run along now! I still have a humble establishment to manage! Goodbye!" The Happy Mask Salesman said, ushering Izuku towards the door.

"Alright... Goodbye!" Izuku said as he left, having the door close behind him.