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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wednesday morninggggg

[pintsizedcheer]

Claire really needed to use the bathroom, and snuck inside a little shop. She was still looking for her parents -- where the heck were they? -- but even a little girl needs to rest a little.

She was in the process of washing her hands when she looked up and, rather than her expression, she sees ... not her. She screamed, bringing her hands up to her mouth, then stopped suddenly. Oh, no-- was he stuck?

"Hello?" Her voice was small, terrified.

[mirrorbastard]

"Er -- hullo."

Evan peered out at the little girl, who was the first person he'd come across (in a manner more than just noticing, distantly) who seemed even younger than him. He put his own troubles out of mind for a moment, thinking about how he'd always try to look out a little bit for the younger kids at the orphanage.

"Are ya lost, kid?"

[pintsizedcheer]

She nodded slowly. "Yeah. How did you get stuck in there?"

Her mind was swimming with improbable solutions, then she remembered one of the scary games Jackie played once at a slumber party. "Are you Bloody Mary?"

She hadn't even said anything when she entered the bathroom. She relaxed a little, though. She had the light on. Bloody Mary couldn't get you in the light, that's why it was done in the dark.

[mirrorbastard]

"No. Do I look like a broad t'ya? Me name's Evan," he said with mild indignation, feeling like there was no hard in giving his name to another child. A girl, at least. Nothing to be wary of there.

"I woke up in here. Don't know what or who pulled me in. Or how." Or why his skin was so deathly pale, but he was trying to be adult about all this and not get scared or upset. "Who're ya looking for?"

[pintsizedcheer]

"I'm Claire!" She smiled. She knew someone with that name in her class. This Evan seemed a lot nicer than that one already. She put a finger to her chin.

"Maybe it was an alien! I think they took my mom and dad, too." Her eyes lit up with her theory. Her seven year old imagination was rather out there, really. Her smile faded.

"I hope they bring them back soon. I'm hungry."

[mirrorbastard]

"I don't believe in aliens. That's for wee kiddies." Evan shook his head, leaning his chin on his hand. "They been gone long, then? Your folks? Same here. Yer better off finding yer own food in case they don't come back."

[pintsizedcheer]

Don't come back?

She scowled at Evan and shook her head. He was wrong; they'd come back. They'd come back and they'd go back home and her mom would make waffles for dinner again and everything would be back to the way she knew.

"They will. I know they will." She nodded, self-assured.

[mirrorbastard]

Evan sneers a little, shrugging his shoulders. "If ya say so. Just don't be too surprised if they don't. Kids get left behind all the time."

[pintsizedcheer]

"No they don't!" She replies a little too quickly, then scowls.

"Do they?"

[mirrorbastard]

"Sure they do. All the time," Evan says, slower this time for emphasis. He shrugs one shoulder in commiseration. "Sorry t'be the one to tell ya."

[pintsizedcheer]

"I don't believe you!" She replies, petulant and stubborn.

[mirrorbastard]

"Wisen up, blondie. Unlike ya I wasnae born yesterday. They have whole houses for kids who've been left behind! Sometimes they get new parents, sometimes they don't." Evan nodded sagely.

[pintsizedcheer]

Claire scowled and shook her head again. "I wasn't born yesterday! And ... that's not true! You're just trying to scare me."

And it was working.

[mirrorbastard]

"Oh, it's scary biscuits, awright. If you're nae prepared for it. Me, I was only a baby, didnae even know me parents. Who knows what went wrong with ya." Evan, truthfully, hadn't gone in trying to upset her, but the more they progressed in that vein the more annoyed he got.

"So just relax a little, eh?"