As you stare into the distance you spot the dim glowing eyes of the monster. The same one that murdered your family, and slaughtered friends. Hatred seeps into your veins as you gaze into its eyes, into that pit filled with malice and hateā¦ or is it sorrow and regret?
You should really stop looking at that damn mirror. -- Anon Guest
There was something wrong with the dark in this place. Jay liked the dark, it helped them feel safe. But this dark... wasn't dark. There was a light they couldn't see until he looked in the mirror and saw...
...the shape of a scrawny youth with glowing spots where their eyes should be, Hunched and guarded. Ready to strike at any threat.
But Jay could not strike. They took their knife away before the others put them in this place. This padded, pastel-beige nightmare, where the only colour was the bubbling green tubes or whatever the others made them watch on the vid screen. Everything but the tubes and screen seemed to be made out of paper. Easily torn, if Jay wanted to tear it.
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