heres my oc, his name is blair deluc, alias is masquerade. ask me anything about him. art courtesy of imgflip ai

"and what do you, do you think, that will…zzz zzz"he falls asleep from your magic giving you ample time to get away

"heh. Sucker."
But she doesn't run. He wakes up, but- no, he doesn't. he's still dreaming. He's floating in a void, and floating In front of him is the girl, sitting on a couch sipping tea.
"Who's the big bad wolf now?"

(what is prompt?)

you are cornered in a dark alley by him (what do you do?)

(ight ok. Rules?)

this man is known as masquerade, he is a master of string magic, able to mipulate and even create magically enhanced threads. you can use an OC if you like, but you must fight him or he will kill you

(ok. I'll do it if I can find the right one. I lost a bunch of my pictures of characters, and I have one in mind, but idk if I have the image)

(AI is crazy lookin man, lol. . .I used to be super big on here, this is my backup acc!)

-The small girl can't be more than 12. She has brown hair that's slightly wavy, golden eyes and is dressed rather dapper. But none of that matters at first glance, because what first catches your eye is the extra digit on each hand. Six fingers on each hand, hands that are anxiously pressed against the brick wall behind her.-

"S-stay back! i'm warning you. . ."

"oh dont worry, im sure i can find you a role for my next performance hehehe" he says as he twirls the knife in his hand his eyes never leaving yours as he approaches you emitting an aura of malicious intent

"I-I have crazy chaos magic! So b-back off!"

-Tears form in the corners of her eyes. She's shaking like mad.-

"oh you have magic, well this should make our first act interesting" he says as glowing tentrils of magical thread emerge from his fingers as they weave into the shape of wolves that are so lifelike one could mistake them for the real thing as they silently approach you bearing their sharp teath threateningly

Caotica kicks said wolf in the jaw with alarming strength for a twelve-year-old.

he starts laughing as the threads unsetled by her kick reform themselves back into its shape as the wolves lunge at her

She screams, and a bubble of something starry forms around her just before they hit her body. well well well, looks like the kid did have magic, after all.

the man just starts laughing as he unravels his constructs " it looks like were going to have quite the preformance tonight" he says as he causes his threads to form a sword in his hand as he attacks the girl with the speed and precision of a true master of swordplay

she tries to dodge, but only does so halfway. her cheek is sliced.
"p-please! i'll do whatever you want just, stop hurting me-!!"

"oh but the show has only just begun, tonight on this stage its killed or be killed" he says as he laughs even more as he continues his relentless assault

". . .fine! if that's the way it's gonna be. . .I think you should take a NAP!!"
she thrusts her hands outward. Things start to float around them, and her eyes glow.

“These go***mn magic users…” *he reaches into his pocket and pulls out three blue marbles*
“Back up.”