[BlueRocketMouse]

Name: Damien
Element: Fire
How he got "infected": (up to 500 words)
Extras, not required: (up to 400 words OR one piece of art)

wip

I don't think I'm going to be able to finish in time, but good luck to everyone else qoq

[blimq]

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Name: thols pedri : tōls ped-ree
Element: psychic

How they got "infected": they were in the process of an... exciting quest, one that required them to persuade another gg to let thols cure them of infection. the prize being a new mask to wear, one that thols surely loved, it's design being impeccable, it being the only one of its kind. the gg whom gave them this quest couldn't do it themselves, fear of getting the infection, and also being unable to make another cure. thols was on their own on this one.

fear struck them, entering the house of a gg they didn't know. they weren't carrying their backpack and masks since they thought it would be better to be quiet and kind-looking. the floorboards creaked from under their feet, each step filled with tension. "hello? mr. avalon? i'm here to help you, sir, so please... just let me." thols spoke softly out, hoping the infected gg had heard them, and to his luck the male had. "no.. nO!! I.. i can't.." a voice had been heard from the corner of the room thols had entered, the infected gg hidden in darkness. "i'll help-" "get aWAY!!.." thols was cut off when trying to comfort mr. avalon, and thols frowned, dishearted from mr. avalon being so reluctant.

in a swift gesture mr. avalon attacked thols, pouncing on top of him which led to thols on his back with the gg on top of them, thols yelling for him to get off repetitively. mr. avalon acted quickly, first using his venom element to hopefully infect thols, then biting him on the neck jut hard enough to be sure he got infected too. in the attack, thols had dropped the serum with the antidote, resulting in it breaking and oozing into the carpet and wooden floors. "NO.... no.." thols yelled, voice trembling, defeated. he kept lying on the floor until mr. avalon had fallen to the ground, ceasing to breathe due to his old age. thols couldn't believe what had happened. what would they do? how would they explain this to people? they had an unknown disease they didn't know anything about. thols slowly got up, tears staining their cheeks even though they had no memory of crying.

thols made it back to the gg who gave them the quest. "..i see you didn't complete it, pedri." the gg said sternly, noticing the black ink coming from thols' mouth. all they did was nod, and in return got their stuff back, without the reward. searching through the bag, thols made sure everything was in place, and began to travel once more. deep down they knew they wouldn't be the same, but they also knew they must break more barriers. the recent incident that occurred was just one more wall to get past. one that definitely wouldn't get in their way.

even if it meant being called a freak, they could accept that.
if that's the way the world wanted to play, thols would fight the army against them with one thing. their insistant attitude.
[500/500]

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Two Months After the "Incident": thols smiled at the small child that held up a makeshift microphone made of cardboard and a rubber ball. "sir, why are you wearing that mask all the time? are you hiding something?" the young gg asked thols with a deep sense of interest to their answer. "well, i'm not hiding anything. I'm protecting others, you see. i risked myself for a reason, so this is the price.." thols stated with a slightly muffled voice from the surgical mask covering their mouth. they had decided a short period after the incident that they should prevent others from getting infected. so, they bought a large supply of surgical masks, some containing patterns or designs for their liking. "but what happened? is there something that could hurt others? are you trying to stay sane?" the small gg asked, causing thols to need to think for a minute.

"i wanted to help someone, even if i was asked to help them i was certainly willing to do so.. it could hurt others if taken into the wrong hands, i'll tell you that. no, i'm not trying to stay sane. i'm quite mentally, socially, and physically healthy and happy with myself. though, the gg who did this to me wasn't. they were filled with greediness and hatred for others, and he didn't want to suffer alone. they brought me down with them." thols told the child, who was looking at thols as if they were genuinely precious. "would you bring someone down with you? would you get revenge on that gg if you could?" the final question was asked, and thols had an immediate answer.

"no. i would never wish for someone else to suffer with me, even if i had to suffer alone. i'm selfless, i could never do that. and i wouldn't try to hurt the gg more than they were. they were broken, and i only hope they can fix themselves by being happy once more. i forgive mr. avalon. nobody can change my mind about believing in everything." and with that last statement, the young gg had written down everything for the newspaper, said a quick thanks, and ran off. thols looked to the small gg beside him, looking rushed. "think you'll become famous?" the small gg asked curiously, wide-eyed. "we'll have to find out, friend." the small gg smiled, and began running after their friend.

"but... i'm no hero."
[400/400]

[yeena]

Name: Nick
Element: Psychic




xxxxxxThere was a Gator, dead center in town, advertising. It was almost a strange sight to see- the Gator swinging his arms around as if smacking someone upside the head with a mask would increase his sales chance. You decided it wasn't that strange after some time. The gator soon seemed to realize that his crowd had long started to disperse though and that, by now, only a lone soul was left. You don't remember walking towards them. Apparently you walked towards them. You're the lone soul left.

xxxxxxThey quirked their brow at you before hopping off of their tiny pedestal, interest showing in their eyes. Once they were settled neatly on the ground, they gave you a new bright look; a look of ? What ?... Who knew. It was just a certain look. They were holding tightly onto one of their many masks, assumably one they were trying to make a profit with. You scanned over them once and felt... uneasy ? Scared ? Fascinated ? Oh, the emotions were, quite literally, endless. Their mask was weird.

xxxxxx" Hello there, hello there. Fancy day isn't it ? Say, say, you look like you could use something extra amazing in your life, something that could hide you away from all of those creeping eyes. Right ? " you couldn't say 'yes' without doubt, you already had your own mask. You didn't need another. Reluctantly, curious as to what would happen next, you nodded slowly. His eyes seemed to get brighter and. Yes. It was a he. " Great then ! Because I've got so many- you guessed it- masks ! To sell to you. "

xxxxxxHe didn't give you any chance to actually speak all that much, you assumed it was because he wanted this sale to be successful and maybe, just maybe, if he kept the customer stalled and on edge with just pretentious talk they'd be more interested in his devilish masks. It was a tactic that had an equal amount of pros and cons. " Yours might be, shiny, bright, polished... everything. Maybe even custom made ! Well, I'm gonna break it to you, my masks are the exact same- more even. " Show-off.

xxxxxxHe took a tiny pause to hand you the mask with utmost care, eyes watching your hands like a hawk when you curled your fingers around the polished edges. His eyes also got a new feeling in them; a dark and sinister one almost, while you held the mask. It almost felt like he didn't want you to hold it. You heard him sucking in his breath while you ran your fingers around on the mask. He didn't seem to like you touching it ?.. It wasn't long before the dark look was shaken and he was... back ?

xxxxxx" It's made out of a special material of which I've never told the name of, but believe me- it's special. I spend days upon days sometimes to complete these. " you noticed a.. sound, mixing in with his words. A bubbly-popping sound ? A 'wet' sound ? It was almost hard to explain.

xxxxxx" Interested ? "





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xxxxxxThis gator has been in the traveling salesperson business for a few long years now, since he was a tiny gator actually. Just a baby. While he was still six and seven, it was his parents manning the business, and they would, of course, take him around the world with them. His mask adoration wasn't originally.. masks ? When he was a child, all he could remember was the faces of the many, many people he would see on his travels. He would document, study, draw, their faces when he got an open chance.

xxxxxxHe always found the other faces quite... strange. Some people had longer noses, some had thin lips and some had bushy eyebrows. It's rumored he focused on other peoples faces to study and examine a normal, non-infected face. Either way, his face-replicated drawings soon turned into carvings. Masks. Of course, the masks are designed more like those of animals. To keep things on the down-low side. He, being a nomadic gator, would grow connections with these masks. Deep and.. weird connections.

xxxxxxWhen he got older, he continued the traditional salesperson lineage and he sold... you guessed it ! Masks. His masks weren't based off of the everyday faces he saw by now, they were more based off of the people he wished he knew. Now he makes masks and grows connections with them steadily throughout making them. Each one has a certain name, birthday and... everything special, to him. With him. The masks he creates are his friends.. mental images of the friends he doesn't know. Strange right ?

xxxxxxNick can get a bit weird over the masks he sells. When someone that's not him is in possession of the mask, he gets as dark as you see fit. His shoulders tense, his aura shifts to 'shady', and though its not visible to the public eye, he emits more black goop than normal. It's not like he really means to ?... I mean, he does need the money he gets from the masks. He just doesn't know how to feel when someone is taking his 'friend' away from him. It's a wee bit (very, very) tense when an actual sale happens.

xxxxxxTo make himself feel better, he goes to his current residence and makes a mask based on the buyer. Those are often the masks he isn't as 'strange' with when selling. He respectfully calls these masks the training dummies.

[kittykore]

Name: Zach
Element: (common - rare)
Sales pitch: (up to 500 words)
Extras, not required: (up to 400 words OR one piece of art)

[Tart]

Oh lord yes

[hypnowave]

watching for a couple friendos :3c

[Micki.]

sorry, I didn't have time to enter!!

[BlackWren]

*wheezes* i mite not have time but gosh dang do i love this gg
i hafta try

Name: Kuguri
Element: Venom
How they got "infected": (up to 500 words)
Extras, not required: (up to 400 words OR one piece of art)
most likely art tbh ;v;

other notes;
- Is a trans boy

[Sunniedew]

Name:
Element: (common - rare)
Sales pitch: (up to 500 words)
Extras, not required: (up to 400 words OR one piece of art)

brb gonna work on this

[Ovacalix]

Name: Kaonashi
Element: Fire
How they got "infected":
"Greed."
"What?"
"Your nucleus accumbens reacts far too strongly to the profit you get from your... 'sales'. The amount of dopamine produced by the pleasure center of your brain is astronomical... far exceeding what is normal, or healthy. It triggers a chemical reaction in your stomach, producing this ooze that you are regurgitating..."
"Wait. Pause."
"What?"
"I only understood profit and sales from that whole thing."
There was a very distinct groan as the doctor drew a step back from the Goblin on the table, pinching the bridge of his nose as if to release the frustration bubbling up from his gut.
Extras, not required: (up to 400 words OR one piece of art)