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?"

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[mirrorbastard]

Aye... I think so... it's nae too big in here.

[ Evan looks over his shoulder again. ]

Y'mean he killed ya? ... What'd ya do?

[motherflocker]

[ He made an undignified snort in the back of his throat. ]

Hardly. I was trapped in his reflective surfaces for a time. Perhaps he left for a while after he trapped you in.

[mirrorbastard]

No.

[ His hands press on the glass. ]

Then I want t'get out! I don't got anything!

[motherflocker]

Too bad, Evan. [ He taps the glass with a knuckle. ] See? I can hardly assist you in getting out.

[mirrorbastard]

There's nothing ya can do at all?

[ He sulks for a moment, then looks surly. ]

That isnae fair.

[motherflocker]

[ He tapped the glass again, this time pressing two fingers to it. ]

Does it look like I can do something? I'm afraid you may be trapped there. How terrible.

[mirrorbastard]

Is it somethin' I did? 'Coz I didnae mean to.

[motherflocker]

I'm afraid I don't know. [ He lights a cigarette with a small shrug. ]

Unless you can pack up and leave, you may be stuck there until he decides to let you out.

[mirrorbastard]

I don't got nothing t' pack. There's some stuff around, but it's nae mine.

[ He holds up the Mirror Gun. ]

I dinnae ken what this is.

[motherflocker]

[ Oh, now wasn't that interesting. He eyed the gun for a moment. ]

That may be your key out. [ Puffing on his cigarette, he paused in thought, before shifting his gaze back and forth. ] I seem to recall he used such a device.

[mirrorbastard]

[ Evan looks at it. ]

Really? Y'think so? But how's it work? [ He narrows his eyes. ] Yer not messing with me, are ya?

[motherflocker]

[ He mimicked his finger at the mirror, and made a shooting motion. ]

Just like a gun, as far as I know, and no, boy, I'm not "messing" with you. I'm merely sharing information.

[mirrorbastard]

Sorry.

[ Evan holds it out warily, pointed at the mirror. ]

I don't want t'kill meself, here.

[motherflocker]

Kill yourself? I should hardly think it would do that.

[ Not that Evan wasn't looking a little...ripe. Well, he could wager a guess, but nothing more than that. Maybe that awful high had made him sick. At least it had been something. ]

It's worth the attempt, isn't it?

[mirrorbastard]

It's a gun, innit?

[ Hesitantly he presses down on the trigger, and light reflects off the mirrored panels. It ripples and makes the room suddenly look lopsided.

He squints and smacks into the glass. ]

Ow!

[motherflocker]

[ It would be comical if it weren't depressing. Ozzie's greed, alas, has been denied once again. ]

I would urge caution, I think you're not using it correctly.

[mirrorbastard]

[ Evan rubs his cheek and puts the gun aside in annoyance. ]

I dinnae ken how I'm supposed t'use it. There's all these levers. It's a stupid gun, disnae even work right.

[motherflocker]

Perhaps it's made for those intelligent enough to use it, hm?

[ Although he made a face. Even indirectly complimenting Mirror Master's intelligence was hardly a pleasant experience. ]

[mirrorbastard]

Are ya calling me stupid, mister? [ He's so indignant. ] It's not me fault I've never worked a magic gun before!

[motherflocker]

You could attempt to use it right, then, couldn't you?

[mirrorbastard]

How'm I supposed to do that without getting meself killed? I just tried it and it didnae work!

[motherflocker]

It doesn't look like you were killed by using it, even if it failed.

[mirrorbastard]

I might be if I try something else. I dinnae ken what all these levers do.

[ But he presses another one, and the reflection flickers; his appearance changes so that he's reflecting Oswald right back at him. ]

This is stupid!

[motherflocker]

[ He narrowed his eyes. ]

Indeed it is. What purpose does that function even serve? Try another.

[mirrorbastard]

[ Pouting, Evan tries something else. The reflection reverts back, nothing else seeming to have changed.]

Whatever. I give up on this thing.