Kens POV
Hi, names Ken, just your average guy, living an average life, currently on my way to my first Con, I liked the idea of dressing up as your favorite character from any show, movie, or series, I just saved up enough money to buy things from the Con, I pulled up to the driveway to see a whole crowd of people entering, making sure my costume was good, I entered.
I walked through the Con, your wondering what my costume was, well I was dressed up as the Mask, the famous realistic cartoon being, I have his yellow suit and hat, and I painted my face green, people asked me take either take pictures or takes pictures with them, whenever I get my picture taken, I always do his pose, I looked at various booths, seeing the large variety of items from shows, I kept looking until I stopped at one that had caught my eye, the booth was run by a guy whose costume I could care less for, what really caught my eye was the item I needed to finish my costume, the Mask.
I had to have it, it would totally complete my collection of Mask merch, I walked up to the booth, "Excuse me, how much do that Mask?" I asked the guy, he looked at me and for some reason, felt uneasy from his gaze, but shook it off, but something told me that this guy was bad news.
"Just only $75, my friend," he said, I grabbed my wallet and handed the guy the money, I grabbed the Mask and observed the extreme detail on this thing, it felt like real wood, I decided to put it on, but before I could, I blacked out.