Adventures of Negropolis and Madman Mason (and Flippers Too!) – Episode 17: Negropolis’s Story
Behind the mask lies a truth Negropolis refuses to face—but tonight, his reflection demands answers. Discover how the disciple of Negronomicon came to be.
[Scene: The Misfits’ suite – the heart of chaos and camaraderie.]
In one corner, at a cluttered desk, Ace MacDougal—the burly Scotsman, ex-adventure pilot, and reluctant wrestling strategist—hunches over his laptop, watching old wrestling footage with laser focus.
His gruff voice mutters Scottish curses under his breath, occasionally shaking his head, scribbling frantic notes.
On the sofa, Madman Mason zigzags his thumbs across a controller, fully immersed in a video game battle, his body jerking with every on-screen move.
Beside him, their adorable baby penguin mascot, Flippers, perches at attention, chirping excitedly, eyes darting between the screen and his human companion.
And then, in the farthest corner, standing like a shadow cast from another world, is Negropolis.
Clad in his signature skull mask, the disciple of Negronomicon, the supposed bringer of destruction and pain, surveys the scene with his eternal scowl, masked beneath the guise he never removes.
"Kayfabe, baby," he always says.
Dedication to wrestling. A symbol. A statement.
But there’s more to it.
A Call to Distraction
Negropolis grabs his toiletry bag and a clean set of clothes, heading toward the bathroom to clean up for the night.
Just as he reaches for the doorknob, Madman Mason shouts from the couch, eyes still glued to the screen.
MADMAN MASON (cheerful, oblivious):
"Hey Neggie! Wanna play some video games?"
Negropolis stiffens at the nickname, his jaw tightening behind the mask.
NEGROPOLIS (gruff, dismissive):
"Not now, Mason. I have training to focus on. This weekend's rematch with the Polar Bears is all that matters."
Mason, still zigzagging across the screen, barely reacts.
MADMAN MASON (easygoing, laughing):
"Okay, okay, Neggie—maybe later then!"
Flippers lets out a loud chirp just as Mason secures his victory in the game, capturing the last crown on-screen.
Negropolis sighs, shaking his head, and enters the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
A Moment of Solitude—A Moment of Truth
Inside, the bathroom is dimly lit, a quiet sanctuary away from the raucous energy of the suite.
Negropolis places his toiletry bag on the counter, alongside a separate, more significant bag—the one holding his collection of masks, his armor against the world.
He slowly removes his mask, setting it down carefully, as though removing a piece of his soul.
When his eyes lift to the mirror, he flinches at the sight of his own reflection—instinctively, his hand flies up, covering his face, as if shielding himself from a gaze he refuses to acknowledge.
With a shaky breath, he steps into the shower, letting the water wash away the weight of his past.
As he toweling off, he catches his own eyes in the mirror again.
For the first time in a long time, he forces himself to truly look.
And then—he begins to speak aloud, his voice barely above a whisper, but filled with the ghosts of his past.
A Reflection of the Past
NEGROPOLIS (softly, muttering):
"How did we ever get here?"
His fingers trace his jawline, hesitating, uncertain.
NEGROPOLIS (low, almost bitter):
"That ugly kid from the suburbs. The one nobody wanted to see. And now I’m a TV wrestling superstar. But not like any of them would know…"
A shudder runs through him as memories flood his mind—taunts, whispers, snickers in school hallways, the sting of being constantly reminded of his flaws.
He grits his teeth, shakes his head, and picks up his razor and shaving cream, beginning to mechanically shave, the routine forcing his thoughts forward.
NEGROPOLIS (soft but tense):
"I wasn’t the nicest looking guy, but they had no right to keep reminding me…"
His thoughts drift to his father, the only man who ever tried to help.
NEGROPOLIS (nostalgic, distant):
"Dad saw the hurt in me. Thought wrestling could help. Thought it would make me stronger."
He swallows hard, shaking his head.
NEGROPOLIS (harsh, scoffing):
"But not the way he wanted. Not for me to accept myself. Not for me to embrace my so-called hideousness. But instead—to hide it."
The Mask Becomes Him
His grip tightens on the razor, his eyes narrowing as the memories consume him.
The first night he watched HCW wrestling, all the legends of the ring standing tall—but one stood above them all.
Negronomicon.
The icon. The enigma.
The man who made him believe in transformation.
The mask. The mystery. The power.
And from that moment—Negropolis was born.
NEGROPOLIS (soft, unwavering):
"I became his disciple. I studied EVERYTHING. And when life at school was unbearable, I found solace in the mask."
At first, it was just a copy of Negronomicon’s mask—a fan’s tribute.
Then, it became part of him.
He slept in it. He wore it everywhere. His parents recoiled, but strangers?
They didn’t look at him with disgust anymore.
They looked at him with fear. With respect.
And Negropolis refused to let go of that power.
The Final Transformation
As he wipes away the last traces of shaving cream, he stares at the bag of fresh masks on the counter, his fingers hovering over one.
His breath is heavy, his heart pounding.
NEGROPOLIS (low, resolute):
"I am Negropolis. Disciple of Negronomicon. Bringer of Death, Destruction, and Pain."
He pulls the mask to his face, sliding it on, securing the final piece of his existence back into place.
For just a brief second, the camera catches a glimpse of his unmasked face—
Not monstrous. Not hideous. Not horrifying.
Just a man.
Ordinary.
But to Negropolis, that’s the scariest thing of all.
And then—the mask is fully on.
His voice tightens, low and deadly—
"AND I WILL MAKE THEM ALL PAY!"
Outside the Door… A Listening Ear
Just beyond the slightly cracked bathroom door, unseen but present, Madman Mason stands quietly, listening to the monologue from within.
His usual cheerful energy is gone, replaced by something sad, thoughtful.
He lowers his head, his voice barely above a whisper.
MADMAN MASON (soft, regretful):
"Oh, Neggie…"
The scene fades to black.
Wow
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