Monke and some Explanations

I stood there stunned, the soft texture of the cloth weighing down on my hands like feathers. It was black, blacker than even the night without light, perhaps. Under its hood, a mask attached to the cloth hung limply, waiting for the wearer to don its magnificence and vanish under the twilight.

But that wasn't the thing that surprised me. The feature that had that trophy was the voice talking in my head the moment this "bonding" procedure finished.

"… Hi…?"

=Yes, introductions are in order. As the first person to merge one of my belongings… No, one of my original's belongings. Allow me to congratulate you on a job well done.=

"… Thanks…?" My mind was still stunned at the sudden voice in my head. This wasn't the first time I've had a voice directly speaking into my head, unlike the System using chatboxes as opposed to direct telepathy.