Bruce's Evil Hat Thingy!

story based on his hat thingy xD

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It all started on a bleak winter morning when Bruce Dickinson woke up with a poundin headache, "Ugh...what time is it?" he asks the empty room all sleepy like when all of a sudden a deep scary voice answerd, "It is now 12 time to take over the world muahaaha...errrr...i mean...ignore me for I am not an evil talking hat thingy >.> <.<" then goes ominously quiet.

Bruce sits up, looking around kinda paranoid, he spots his favorite pair of pants (pictured above :D) and his beloved hat thingy (also pictured above) he shrugged the voice off, figuring it was his overstressed mind making him go crazy for unknown reasons. Then he climbed slowly out of his warm bed, stretching his back, pulling the pants on over his naked body; he starts to leave the room then looks back at the mask and walks over, putting it on.

He closed his eyes, crossing his arms over his surprisingly strong arms over his chest and smiles, feeling very relaxed with the mask on...how much time passes Bruce isn't sure, all that he knows is the mask is suddendly ripped from his face by his giggling wife Amy Lee. Bruce feels a second of pure unexpected hate when she takes the mask of off him but quickly forgets about it and smiles brightly, moving close to her and hugging her tightly, "Amy you came"
Amy smiles, hugging him back and snuggling to him as she drops the mask to the ground, "Of course I couldn't go awhole month without my baby, what were you doing in here with that stupid mask?"
Bruce smiles back then shrugs a little, "Just...I dunno being weird" he says, not wanting to tell her about how his mind is almost constantly on the mask and that he feels restless without it on.

Amy frowns slightly, wondering if Bruce is being completely honest with her, she gently takes his hands, "Stressed about your tour?" she asks gently.
Bruce smiles a little, deciding that that's a perfect excuse as he nods, "I miss being with you...it's not the same having to tour without you" his eyes however wander down to the mask
Amy nods, restin her head on his chest, "I miss you two hun" she says, not noticing where his eyes went.