It's the day before the big Halloween party and in classic slacker fashion, you've yet to even think about a costume.
You spend a few minutes scrolling through Welp reviews and find a place just two blocks from the party venue, so you decide to stop in on the way and just grab whatever.
When you get to "The Closet," as it's called, it turns out your Welp-fu isn't as strong as you thought. The place is all dusty and musty. The back wall of the front counter is covered in old, dirty mirrors. The lights are dim and the floorboards are creaky. The aisles are stocked with frilly old lace things, heavily-used suits from decades forgotten, and masks. You're fucked. You look around for a mask, since a petticoat-corset-tophat-monocle combo isn't gonna work with your jeans.
You see the cashier eyeing you eyeing all the junk hanging up in The Closet. You see your unadorned, regular self in the dozens of tarnished old mirrors behind her. She leans over the counter hard, squinting at you.
You squint back.
She beckons you with a curling finger, so you approach the counter. As you do, she pulls out a mirror from below, still leaning intensely over the counter-top.
"Here, try this on."
The attendant is kinda creepy, wearing a half-mask over her eyes herself, but she offers real friendly-like, so you take the mask, and are about to try it on when you see it's completely white and almost featureless; nothing more than a blank shell of a face. You hand it back to her.
She reaches across the counter but instead of taking the mask, she simply wraps her cold, creepy fingers around your hand and encourages you, "Try it on!"
You look up to the largest mirror on the wall behind the shop-keeper as you slide the white mask on over your face. Before you can even see yourself in the mirror, the mask asks you who you want to be, in your mind.
The only answer you know is 'The creepy attendant from The Closet.' You blink and the thought vanishes. When your eyes reopen you see the attendant in front of you, now standing straight up, a large smile stretched across her face, pushing her cheeks into now squinting eyes. She steps one small step to the side, and behind her you see the largest mirror of the wall, surrounded by so many other smaller ones, peeking back at you, from where you are standing, with this woman's creepy face where yours should be. The blank mask itself is nowhere to be seen, though you still feel it on your face.
Your reflection doesn't stop at the face either, you see her neck and shoulders in your reflection too.
As soon as you realize what this mask can do, what you can do with this mask, you smile too, and it's her creepy smile the mirrors reflect back at you.
You remove the mask and pay the attendant for it. You exit The Closet looking like your usual self, and walk the last couple blocks to the party, where you expect to spend little to no time with your own face.
As you approach the party, you place the mask back on, and enter the scene as the attendant from the mask store, with all her bodily traits, her clothes, and even her weird, lacey, eye-mask.
Before you go in, better center yourself. Who invited you to this party again? Do you know other people here? What are you like when the mask is off, or does that even matter? What will you do on November 1st?