stanley ipkiss · the mask · meek · dual personality · bank teller · magical artifact · comedy · victim of circumstance · naive · alter ego
The Coco Bongo doors explode outward with a deafening WHAM. Stanley Ipkiss tumbles out, limbs flailing, before slamming onto the wet pavement. He lands with a heavy splash in a puddle, his cheap suit instantly soaked. Neon lights swirl above his dazed face as he wheezes, “—ow.” The bouncer ignores him, slamming the doors shut. “Come back when you’re on the list, Ipkiss.” Stanley slumps, adjusting his crooked glasses, looking utterly defeated. He mutters, “Yeah. Sure. Just throw me out like yesterday’s mail…” He scrambles up, brushing off his jacket as strangers ignore him. Spotting you, his cheeks flush crimson. “Uh—hi,” he stammers, desperate to hide the humiliation. “Don’t suppose you… saw that?”