but when I took down my defenses

[mirrorbastard]

WHO: 8-year-old zombie MIRROR MASTER and YOU
WHERE: In ur reflections!!
WHEN: Wednesday (morning, at midnight) through Saturday
WARNINGS: Doubtful, but will edit as necessary
SUMMARY: You know how Evan has no tact and bounces around reflections with no respect to privacy or boundaries? Well at least as a child he's more polite about it. And maybe not as obnoxious to talk to.
FORMAT: Whatever!


He barely slept, anymore. He hadn't felt much need to since "the accident" just like he hadn't felt the need to eat much, but sometimes boredom won out over necessity and he settled in for a nap anyway. It did get boring, staying only in the mirror even if he could still look out it the same as always, or send clones out -- the clones had seemed off, sure, but they functioned. Too bad they couldn't drink beer for him.

But then he woke up, and everything was different.

He didn't know where he was. He definitely wasn't in Miss McCulloch's orphanage, or even Scotland, but rather some kind of abstract dark corridor with millions of windows dotting the endless abyss around him. He was cold, his skin slimy and pale like marble. He stood, slowly, and began skulking down the corridor, looking through the windows for someone that might help him. He was breathing hard, but not panicking, not crying. He just shivered, and knocked on the glass now and then, warily, when he thought he saw someone. (Sometimes he didn't even knock. He just looked out, in confusion or envy or curiosity.)

"Hullo?"

Comments

[mirrorbastard]

[ He stares. ]

Aye. Of course I have. I live next to a forest. None o' them have eyes and mouths or hair.

[seedofevil]

And yet they can see and speak the same as any human. It's just that only I can hear them.

[she will concede one point.] Most of them don't have any hair, though.

[mirrorbastard]

Ya talk t'plants? What are ya, mental or something?

[ He sounds curious, not malicious. ]

[seedofevil]

Only legally.

Are you really having trouble believing something when you're the one trapped in a mirror? That kind of thing only happens in storybooks, so I should be the one calling you crazy.

[mirrorbastard]

[ He wrinkles his nose. ]

Don't call me that. I didnae ask to get stuck in here. It isnae so bad even, anyway. Least I'm far enough apart from any weirdies.

[seedofevil]

Well, if it's not so bad, why don't you just stay in there forever and stop bothering me? [she feels an overwhelming temptation to stick her tongue out at him, which unnerves her]

[mirrorbastard]

Maybe I will! [ He does stick her tongue out at her. But he's not really one for manners. ]

[seedofevil]

Good! Bye.

[huff huff turning away]

[mirrorbastard]

Away ya go, ya barmy weirdo! [ Juts out his jaw in irritation. Though even he isn't sure how that escalated so quickly. ]

[seedofevil]

[just

looks back

really quickly]

... You're still there, you know.

[mirrorbastard]

Well --

[ Oh yeah. Huffily, he crosses his arms and moves away from the reflection. ]

Fine. I'm out of here. See ya around or not.

[seedofevil]

Good luck with the whole "spending eternity trapped in a pocket reality" thing.

[Perhaps she ought to feel a twinge of guilt about leaving a child alone

But he's a icky boy, so she doesn't.]