(I begin to hear some lyrics as a menacing, energetic tune begins. Smokey begins to sing.)

("Wanna face me?
Wanna play?
I will remove,
Your true face.)

(Just one quick blow,
Will do it.
Call me evil?
I have never sinned!)

(You really think you can unmask me?
You really are insane!
I'll make you pay for chasing what's right!
You know that this means war!")

(Smokey looks up with a mad grin and conjures up a blade made of an unholy energy before slashing at K who avoides each attack carefully, narrowly avoiding each strike as if her life depends on it. Smokey continues...)

("Go on!
Keep dodging!
You are never gonna,
Unmask me!)

(I think you need to learn,
Just what true sin means!)

(Chasing justice places you,
In the wrong.
I have not,
Sinned at all.)

(Your ending here is justice.
Even if you must,
Be stopped,
By me!")

(K smirks and catches the blade. There is wrath in Smokey's eyes as K writes something, blasting Smokey with an inky beam of magic, cracking her mask. Smokey seems enraged, and counters with her own beam, that K avoids, proceeded by countering. Smokey, however, is quick to react, and the two black beams clash, holding each other in place, and giving me a chance to tend to the wounded.)

("Sis!" I exclaim aloud, rushing over to Sour who lies on the ground, her breathing slow and rigid. I quickly rewrite her wounds, "it's gonna be OK. I'm here.")

(Sour gets up with a smile. "Man," they chuckle, "that hurt like a mother fucker. I'll help Abby. You get Armored.")

(I nod and rush over to Armored, who is knocked out with a massive wound above her heart, gushing blood. I rewrite her wound and she opens her eyes with a start, gasping for breath. "You OK?" I ask.)

(She nods as I help her to her feet. She looks over and sees K facing Smokey. Sour and Abby watch as well, enjoying the show. I write in some popcorn and Armored and I sit next to them, enjoying the show not as Author Slayers and writers, but as friends...)

(K finally overpowers Smokey, cracking her mask further. Smokey laughs hysterically and snaps her fingers, summoning pillars of a light that would appear devine at first glance, but is actually twisted and corrupted. Just as she is.)

(Each one strikes down with an explosion as K dashes just ahead of them. Frustrated, Smokey throws bolts of the same energy at K, who counters with balls of magical ink as K gets closer and closer, finally lunging and going in for the unmasking as Smokey is unable to dodge. The mask flies off her face and to my feet as K punches her hard in the jaw.)

("Smokey," K glares, "pothead, verbal abuser, and one who pretends their sin is faith, using it to make true good and faith look like sin. No, scratch that, just anyone doing something that's good look like sin. Mother of The Author. You are unmasked!")

(With a hellish, banshee wail, Smokey fades into a black smoke that smells like weed. Her sins now clear to the world. But... that was his mom?)

("It is done," K smiles, "the Mother of his Tears is dead.")

("Mother of his Tears?" Abby asks.)

(K nods, "her verbal abuse led him into a deep depression. That's why I call her that.")

("Uhhh..." Sour asks, "you have a mask, right? Should we be...")

("Oh," K chuckles, "no no. Not yet anyways. My mask is... unfinished, and personally, I think it's unnecessary. I'm not really doing anything wrong. Author's just paranoid.")

("OK I believe you," I reply, "thanks for your help, but, how did you know Smokey?")

("I know things," K explains, "things about the Author, but that's another story. Let's just say..." K chuckles and smirks as she slowly disappears into a cloud of ink, "I know his story.")

(K's gone. "Whelp," Armored gets up, grabbing the mask, "we still have work to do. Let's go." We all look at each other and nod in a silent agreement of friendship, trust, and resolve, and we go deeper. Closer to the truth...)