⟢ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓮𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ⟢

All alone in her decrepit room, she amuses herself with a large mirror of a golden ornate frame and seldom anything else.

However, she found herself perplexed by the sight of mirrored visage failing to mimic her own! Fascinated by the oddity she observed, the girl endeavoured to understand such a thing.

Perhaps things would have been different had she been more disturbed by it. Nevermind that though.

You see she was a very lonely little girl, isolated from the outside world, for her own well-being, for she is much too sickly, or so she was told. In spite of such well meaning words, she could not help but feel a longing for something- anything to take away the uninterrupted boredom which would continue to burrow deep within her.

Brimming with curiosity, she asked its identity as the face before her contorted to a sly grin- baring its canines.
"Why i'm simply your reflection, what else could I be?"
Musing over her situation, the poor girl comes to realise that this was a chance that she was given by the mysterious mimic which stood on the opposite side of the mirror, a chance to finally experience something in her dull pathetic life.
"Whatever the case, i'm here to help you escape from this dreadfully tiresome existence you call living"
The girl could only question as to why such a thing would help her, only to be met with a most deceivingly tempting offer.

"All you need to do is take my hand, i'll show you the life you deserve, free you from the restrictions of your ailments"

A most tempting offer indeed.

Baring no hesitation, she stretched out her hand, just as the mimic did itself- bypassing the cold cover the mirror gave the creature.

Oh the naivete.

Perhaps if the young girl had some sense to her she would have screamed the very moment she saw such a thing.

How unfortunate.

As sense becomes legible the girl can only see the mirror shatter and the being which stood on the other side of it become clear.

Such a pitiful life.

Barely comprehensible, the amalgamation of flesh writhes under the now anguish filled gaze of the girl, eyes of varying sizes bulge out of the being as veins are spread across it and tendons are stressed to keep the mass of meat from shedding any further of its form.

And as quick as can be.

Silence suffocates the room.