This mask became my face, my identity. It not only hides my scars but also my trauma. Trauma from being put in a cage with a bright light, eating people, killing my wife, and the mime wars. This mask hides my pain and sorrow. It hides my scars and deep cuts. It hides the gashes that remind me of how close to death I was. This mask has seen my tears, laughs, and rage. This mask is no longer an item to hide behind, it is now my identity, face, and entire being. Without my mask, you strip me of who I am as a clown. You strip away all the good memories that came with hiding my battered face. My smile is now gone, all that is left is these painful memories and scars. So remember when you take my mask, you are removing a part of me.
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Ray Mond One Shots
FanfictionThese are silly little poems/stories/theories that I have made about our lovable nopixel gta character Ray Mond. Remember Ray Mond is just a character so some of the stories maybe inspired by her but not follow her exact story. Please be kind!
