>Gaze upon your reflection, aren't you gorgeous? A face like yours belongs on a stage. Don't you agree?
>Wouldn't you agree?
>You will agree.
>You do agree.
>I agree.
>Going about your daily commute in Hatchetfield, You notice something strange. Something new.
>There's not a lot of New things in Hatchetfield, is there?
>Especially not new buildings.
>It's a small town. A new place opening would be like the towns woodstock.
>But... You'd never heard of this.
>Not even once.
>Its a small building, beautifully decorated like a travelling Clairvoyant's Vardo, just minus the wheels.
>It's a dark blue, a shade like midnight with swirling light blue patterns.
>It has a banner, just above the door.
>'Reflection of your Soul'
>Strange.
>Using the vintage door knocker, you check if anybody is inside.
>A blue light flicks on from inside.
>And the door gently swings open.
>Nobody is there.
>All that sits is a blue velvet armchair, across from an ornate mirror.
>Between; a long table, with a flowerpot and a tea tray.
>And that mirror...
Is me.
Hello there one and all.
My name, is ACT.
Just so you know:
#ACTreflects is my tag for Interactions.
#ACTinvites is my tag for those I would like to meet :)
And I am the ever-changing, magnificent reflection of your soul.
Why don't you sit down?
Relax, drink some tea.
Allow me to take a look at your wondrous visage.
Allow me to tell you what lies beyond the windows of your soul.
Allow me to become you.
Allow me to become you.
Allow me to become you.
OOC:
HEY GUUUYYYSS! made a new hatchetfield oc rp blog :3
@j7nkovich is my main :3
this is my wonderful loser, technically Pokotho's chud son, a curse that Pokotho put upon one of my oc's bloodlines but it's lowk just a major loser that keeps failing at its one job
i have some trivia abt ACT so ill copy paste some of that
-Has the humor and personality of a 4channer once it finally has you deluded and stuck talking to the mirror for long enough
-ironically not good with cameras at all despite being associated with Pokey. having a camera pointed at it will cause it to just freeze up and stare
-It actually has a music taste! and despite being associated with musicals it prefers more soundtrack-y/ambient music without lyrics. Stuff like cyriak, aphex twin, or kane parsons.
-Can reflect the face of those it has seen, so it can alter your reflection to look like somebody else.
-If somebody is staring into the mirror long enough it can become semi physical, only enough to reach out of the mirror but never enough to leave. Almost like it's feeding on their reflection to become real. however if you move out of the mirror's reflection while its out of the mirror, whatever part was outside of the mirror will turn into mannequin parts and fall to the floor.
-it can hear everything it just cant speak until spoken to. it knows things you never told it but cant see things you've never shown it
-To speak to ACT you must allow it to reflect you, its an actor after all. it cannot speak if not through you.
-ACT can bend and alter your reflection to its will, however, It's reflection of you will never be perfectly identical. an un-altered ACT reflection will look pretty much like a still-life.
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She is talking a walk around down when she sees a beautifully decorated dark blue building she has never seen before. With curiosity and confusion, she pushes open the door and walks in, sitting down in the chair and peering into the mirror, the decorations that were on it looked strangely familiar…
@talk-with-tj-spankoffski (info of her character is found in the link of her bio <3)
>Her reflection faded into view. Rather warped, but less abnormal than some.
Hey there, TJ.
>It's voice was just like her own. But far away. As if it wasn't coming from here.
Hello!
Looking for something here, jay-bird?
Liiike, what brought you, you got any questions?
Bout' the past, future, present.
Or one of your buddies!
>The reflection tilted it's head in mimicry, smiling at TJ with both of it's mismatched mouths.
Bro, who even NEEDS a construction team??
I did this shit by myself. God knows my dad wasn't gonna help.
>The reflection sits up, shrugging, and vagueing about its own issues, knowing TJ wouldn't have any idea what it was actually talking about. It was fun!
So, you gonna just sit there and scowl at me or do you have something to ask?
Anything about Pete? Ted? Max?
Jenny?
>It grinned at her innocently as it spoke. Acting as though it hadn't just listed off people from her life it should have 0 knowledge of.
Petey does a leapfrog motion to sit on the chair, hopping over the back in order to reach the seat.
[ @peteypiper ]
>His reflection greets him with the same excitement, although warped just like the rest.
HEE-LLOW PETEY !
IT'S SO FUN-DERFUL TO SEE YOU!!
I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU EVER SINCE I HEARDED YOU WERE COMING. :3
>The reflection seemed to echo back his own voice with different words.
>It was eerie, like a person trying to replicate your mannerisms but slightly off.
Hehehehehehe!
Weeeeeeeelll,, I'm usually doin other things like tellin people bout' their buddies or their future... So we COULD play some games for a change of pace! If you've got any ideas in mind :3
>The reflection presses it's mismatched face up against the glass excitedly, before its expression changes to that of sadness. Its ears drooping as it pulls back from the translucent barrier.
Buuutt.... I am kinda stuckie here :(
I can't even leave-scape the mirror and stand in the room!!
So you gots to pick something mirror-friendly for lil' ol me! x3
>The reflections eyes squinted, it's brow furrowing despite that grin plastered across its face.
I...Uuuuuhhh--
>It had never really been involved with the sniggle parts of drowsy town. Not it's purpose. And so it had not a single fucking clue what any of these words meant.
>So it just picked at random.
I'd uuuuh---
I think I'd rather s-snorple a snablerfoo--?
You know? It's sooooo much more fun than
What the fuck did he say??Krungling a...???.
K-Krungling a kranzably in my opinion---
You know how it is riiight?
I'm sure you agree right? right?
HHHHHMMMMMMM... Ya'knooow I'm not usually the one asking the questions, but I got a few thingie-dingies on my mind! :33
>The reflection leaned forward, a jovial expression not at all equal to the words that were about to exit its mouth. It's eye twitched as it spoke.
If given the chance to change what happened, would you rather go back ? See what could have been ?
Or would you rather stay here . In the comforting, never-changing drowsiness ? Knowing you chose to miss it all ?
>It's voice changed to what sounded almost like a playback of Petey's.
And ya gotta say whyyyyy you picked it ;D it's more fun that way!
>The reflection's grin widened unnaturally as it observed his outburst, it's features fading into that of Ted's as it spoke. (...but ted's never been in the??oh wait yeah the oc this mf possesses is associated so it's seen him nevermind carry on)
Heed the tale of the Time Bastard indeed.
>It's voice was a cruel replica of Ted's as it taunted Petey.
You're a lot more like him than you know.
Traits like these... are inevitable.
>As quickly as it's visage had twisted and changed, it rewinded. Back to Petey's own face, back to Petey's own voice. It acted as though nothing had happened.
AAAAANNNYYYWAYS!!!! YOUR turn now Petey!! Oooorrr we could play a different fun-tastic game :3
That's a really really funny thing to say, HAHAHA!!
Petey jerks his head back as he laughs.
I'm nobody, buddy! And I'm like no-buddy either! ;P so keep that in mind!
Petey sticks out his tongue, But you're no party-pooper like the Chicken Tedster :)) you're a looooooooot like mee :D
And not just in looks ;3 we got an ap-precious-ation with the finer things in life! Like for finding folks' weak spots and poking at it til it bleeds :3 or for being unpredictable pricks!
They make it sound like a compliment but it really feels like a subtle jab.
I think we'll get along juuuuuuust fine!
They lean on their hands and smile, You should give me some pointers, Me-But-Like-Again :)) how'dja do it? Your masterfulfluous findfoolery?
Petey whispers, Cuz I'm tryna torment the toys in the box again but I'm running outta brainideas ;P
>The reflection leans it's chin on it's hand, mock-contemplating.
Well honestly, you just gotta be MADE for it, really!
I'm a curse, a reflection! :3
I was MADE to wear the face of anyone Lord Pokotho wants soooo~
Pretty much natural talent, if you think about it!
>It's eye twitches, it's tone still joyous, but almost angry as it explains.
>A small sound is heard as a slight crack descends down the top of the mirror, it doesn't go far and is barely visible, but its there.
Wooowie! Really??
>It spoke with a subtle sarcasm, nose scrunching.
That's super-duper-TRUPER cool!!! x3
To be honest, dad don't talk to me much, but since I was maaaaade SPECIFI-SPECIALLY to do this, I'd say I'm--
HHii--
Hic!HHic-- What the fuck? What the fuck was that?
>It broke character, genuinely confused by what had just happened.
>Trying to say "I'd say I'm his favourite too!" caused it to hiccup, unable to finish its sentence.
>Not hiccupping tears, but like something was physically stopping it from saying something to lie about or insult Pokotho. Causing hiccups in place of words it couldn't get out.
Oh nooooo xP funny-window got the hiccupsies? :< ? I got just the thing!
Petey digs through his pant pockets and pulls out a hot chocolate, held in a simple mug that says "Laughter is the Best Medicine!" on one side, and "Get well sooner than later!" on the other.
Gift for youuuu :3
Hope that helps :3c
It's hard to tell if he's being mocking or genuine. Feels like an insult, the way he's babying and fussing over it, but sniggles are always confusing - Tinky's especially, with the way their tone loops around from being so sarcastic it's genuine and vice versa.
Petey simply flutters their lashes and holds out the hot chocolate.
>The mirror keeps it's hand over it's mouth for a second as it stares at Petey.
>The crack extends slightly further down the mirror, the shine dissappearing from the reflection's eyes.
. . .
. . . . . .I can't drink dat through the mirror, Petey!! :(
He takes a big and very obnoxious sip from the mug, to show that he can do a lot more than the mirror can. It's not clear from behind the mug, but Petey's got the most shit-eating smirk right now.
I think you got a little ouchie right there :P
He points to the crack.
Need a bandaid for that boo-boo? :3 maybe some glue for your glass?
Wouldn't wantcha to break, heehee! We're having soooooooo much fun here!!
>The mirror cracks ever so slightly further, glowing blue blood ever so slightly beading inbetween the splintering panes.
>The reflection's nose begins to drip blood.
Naaah! I'm fine! Don't worry 'bout it!
Howss abooouuttt we plaaay... another game??? :3
Maaaaaybeee... Truth or Dare? :3
>It tries to inconspicuously wipe the blood off on it's hand, but it's unlikely to stop.
She is talking a walk around down when she sees a beautifully decorated dark blue building she has never seen before. With curiosity and confusion, she pushes open the door and walks in, sitting down in the chair and peering into the mirror, the decorations that were on it looked strangely familiar…
@talk-with-tj-spankoffski (info of her character is found in the link of her bio <3)
>Her reflection faded into view. Rather warped, but less abnormal than some.
Hey there, TJ.
>It's voice was just like her own. But far away. As if it wasn't coming from here.
Hello!
Looking for something here, jay-bird?
Liiike, what brought you, you got any questions?
Bout' the past, future, present.
Or one of your buddies!
>The reflection tilted it's head in mimicry, smiling at TJ with both of it's mismatched mouths.
Bro, who even NEEDS a construction team??
I did this shit by myself. God knows my dad wasn't gonna help.
>The reflection sits up, shrugging, and vagueing about its own issues, knowing TJ wouldn't have any idea what it was actually talking about. It was fun!
So, you gonna just sit there and scowl at me or do you have something to ask?
Anything about Pete? Ted? Max?
Jenny?
>It grinned at her innocently as it spoke. Acting as though it hadn't just listed off people from her life it should have 0 knowledge of.
She is talking a walk around down when she sees a beautifully decorated dark blue building she has never seen before. With curiosity and confusion, she pushes open the door and walks in, sitting down in the chair and peering into the mirror, the decorations that were on it looked strangely familiar…
@talk-with-tj-spankoffski (info of her character is found in the link of her bio <3)
>Her reflection faded into view. Rather warped, but less abnormal than some.
Hey there, TJ.
>It's voice was just like her own. But far away. As if it wasn't coming from here.
Hello!
Looking for something here, jay-bird?
Liiike, what brought you, you got any questions?
Bout' the past, future, present.
Or one of your buddies!
>The reflection tilted it's head in mimicry, smiling at TJ with both of it's mismatched mouths.
Bro, who even NEEDS a construction team??
I did this shit by myself. God knows my dad wasn't gonna help.
>The reflection sits up, shrugging, and vagueing about its own issues, knowing TJ wouldn't have any idea what it was actually talking about. It was fun!
So, you gonna just sit there and scowl at me or do you have something to ask?
Anything about Pete? Ted? Max?
Jenny?
>It grinned at her innocently as it spoke. Acting as though it hadn't just listed off people from her life it should have 0 knowledge of.
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She is talking a walk around down when she sees a beautifully decorated dark blue building she has never seen before. With curiosity and confusion, she pushes open the door and walks in, sitting down in the chair and peering into the mirror, the decorations that were on it looked strangely familiar…
@talk-with-tj-spankoffski (info of her character is found in the link of her bio <3)
>Her reflection faded into view. Rather warped, but less abnormal than some.
Hey there, TJ.
>It's voice was just like her own. But far away. As if it wasn't coming from here.
Hello!
Looking for something here, jay-bird?
Liiike, what brought you, you got any questions?
Bout' the past, future, present.
Or one of your buddies!
>The reflection tilted it's head in mimicry, smiling at TJ with both of it's mismatched mouths.
She is talking a walk around down when she sees a beautifully decorated dark blue building she has never seen before. With curiosity and confusion, she pushes open the door and walks in, sitting down in the chair and peering into the mirror, the decorations that were on it looked strangely familiar…
@talk-with-tj-spankoffski (info of her character is found in the link of her bio <3)
>Her reflection faded into view. Rather warped, but less abnormal than some.
Hey there, TJ.
>It's voice was just like her own. But far away. As if it wasn't coming from here.
Petey does a leapfrog motion to sit on the chair, hopping over the back in order to reach the seat.
[ @peteypiper ]
>His reflection greets him with the same excitement, although warped just like the rest.
HEE-LLOW PETEY !
IT'S SO FUN-DERFUL TO SEE YOU!!
I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU EVER SINCE I HEARDED YOU WERE COMING. :3
>The reflection seemed to echo back his own voice with different words.
>It was eerie, like a person trying to replicate your mannerisms but slightly off.
Hehehehehehe!
Weeeeeeeelll,, I'm usually doin other things like tellin people bout' their buddies or their future... So we COULD play some games for a change of pace! If you've got any ideas in mind :3
>The reflection presses it's mismatched face up against the glass excitedly, before its expression changes to that of sadness. Its ears drooping as it pulls back from the translucent barrier.
Buuutt.... I am kinda stuckie here :(
I can't even leave-scape the mirror and stand in the room!!
So you gots to pick something mirror-friendly for lil' ol me! x3
>The reflections eyes squinted, it's brow furrowing despite that grin plastered across its face.
I...Uuuuuhhh--
>It had never really been involved with the sniggle parts of drowsy town. Not it's purpose. And so it had not a single fucking clue what any of these words meant.
>So it just picked at random.
I'd uuuuh---
I think I'd rather s-snorple a snablerfoo--?
You know? It's sooooo much more fun than
What the fuck did he say??Krungling a...???.
K-Krungling a kranzably in my opinion---
You know how it is riiight?
I'm sure you agree right? right?
HHHHHMMMMMMM... Ya'knooow I'm not usually the one asking the questions, but I got a few thingie-dingies on my mind! :33
>The reflection leaned forward, a jovial expression not at all equal to the words that were about to exit its mouth. It's eye twitched as it spoke.
If given the chance to change what happened, would you rather go back ? See what could have been ?
Or would you rather stay here . In the comforting, never-changing drowsiness ? Knowing you chose to miss it all ?
>It's voice changed to what sounded almost like a playback of Petey's.
And ya gotta say whyyyyy you picked it ;D it's more fun that way!
>The reflection's grin widened unnaturally as it observed his outburst, it's features fading into that of Ted's as it spoke. (...but ted's never been in the??oh wait yeah the oc this mf possesses is associated so it's seen him nevermind carry on)
Heed the tale of the Time Bastard indeed.
>It's voice was a cruel replica of Ted's as it taunted Petey.
You're a lot more like him than you know.
Traits like these... are inevitable.
>As quickly as it's visage had twisted and changed, it rewinded. Back to Petey's own face, back to Petey's own voice. It acted as though nothing had happened.
AAAAANNNYYYWAYS!!!! YOUR turn now Petey!! Oooorrr we could play a different fun-tastic game :3
That's a really really funny thing to say, HAHAHA!!
Petey jerks his head back as he laughs.
I'm nobody, buddy! And I'm like no-buddy either! ;P so keep that in mind!
Petey sticks out his tongue, But you're no party-pooper like the Chicken Tedster :)) you're a looooooooot like mee :D
And not just in looks ;3 we got an ap-precious-ation with the finer things in life! Like for finding folks' weak spots and poking at it til it bleeds :3 or for being unpredictable pricks!
They make it sound like a compliment but it really feels like a subtle jab.
I think we'll get along juuuuuuust fine!
They lean on their hands and smile, You should give me some pointers, Me-But-Like-Again :)) how'dja do it? Your masterfulfluous findfoolery?
Petey whispers, Cuz I'm tryna torment the toys in the box again but I'm running outta brainideas ;P
>The reflection leans it's chin on it's hand, mock-contemplating.
Well honestly, you just gotta be MADE for it, really!
I'm a curse, a reflection! :3
I was MADE to wear the face of anyone Lord Pokotho wants soooo~
Pretty much natural talent, if you think about it!
>It's eye twitches, it's tone still joyous, but almost angry as it explains.
>A small sound is heard as a slight crack descends down the top of the mirror, it doesn't go far and is barely visible, but its there.
Wooowie! Really??
>It spoke with a subtle sarcasm, nose scrunching.
That's super-duper-TRUPER cool!!! x3
To be honest, dad don't talk to me much, but since I was maaaaade SPECIFI-SPECIALLY to do this, I'd say I'm--
HHii--
Hic!HHic-- What the fuck? What the fuck was that?
>It broke character, genuinely confused by what had just happened.
>Trying to say "I'd say I'm his favourite too!" caused it to hiccup, unable to finish its sentence.
>Not hiccupping tears, but like something was physically stopping it from saying something to lie about or insult Pokotho. Causing hiccups in place of words it couldn't get out.
Oh nooooo xP funny-window got the hiccupsies? :< ? I got just the thing!
Petey digs through his pant pockets and pulls out a hot chocolate, held in a simple mug that says "Laughter is the Best Medicine!" on one side, and "Get well sooner than later!" on the other.
Gift for youuuu :3
Hope that helps :3c
It's hard to tell if he's being mocking or genuine. Feels like an insult, the way he's babying and fussing over it, but sniggles are always confusing - Tinky's especially, with the way their tone loops around from being so sarcastic it's genuine and vice versa.
Petey simply flutters their lashes and holds out the hot chocolate.
>The mirror keeps it's hand over it's mouth for a second as it stares at Petey.
>The crack extends slightly further down the mirror, the shine dissappearing from the reflection's eyes.
. . .
. . . . . .I can't drink dat through the mirror, Petey!! :(
Eleanor's worried about Petey. That, and they're curious about that friend magpie they saw. So against all complaints from that crown a top their head, they strut back and inspect that strange 'window'.
[ @the-marauding-magpie ]
>The hum seems almost curious this time around. Wondering why Eleanor had come back, nobody usually returns after that first scare.
What a brave little snigglie you are, friend!!!
>Eleanor's reflection fades back into view, the same as before.
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Blinky’s eye swept over Hatchetfield, as it always did. Today it landed on a mysterious building, new and oddly decorated.
God, this town is a shit show. Always some new gimmick.
He looks closer from his perch in the Black and White.
Of course it’s his doing. I’d expect nothing less. Only a wimp like him would think a mirror could do any real damage.
{ 👁️ @blikloteps-domain }
{ he’s such an instigator istg }
>An agitated hum seemed to circle around him, as though the mirror could hear him even from down there.
>The shops edges seemed to wave and warp ever so slightly from far away, like a camera recording darkness.
Petey does a leapfrog motion to sit on the chair, hopping over the back in order to reach the seat.
[ @peteypiper ]
>His reflection greets him with the same excitement, although warped just like the rest.
HEE-LLOW PETEY !
IT'S SO FUN-DERFUL TO SEE YOU!!
I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU EVER SINCE I HEARDED YOU WERE COMING. :3
>The reflection seemed to echo back his own voice with different words.
>It was eerie, like a person trying to replicate your mannerisms but slightly off.
Hehehehehehe!
Weeeeeeeelll,, I'm usually doin other things like tellin people bout' their buddies or their future... So we COULD play some games for a change of pace! If you've got any ideas in mind :3
>The reflection presses it's mismatched face up against the glass excitedly, before its expression changes to that of sadness. Its ears drooping as it pulls back from the translucent barrier.
Buuutt.... I am kinda stuckie here :(
I can't even leave-scape the mirror and stand in the room!!
So you gots to pick something mirror-friendly for lil' ol me! x3
>The reflections eyes squinted, it's brow furrowing despite that grin plastered across its face.
I...Uuuuuhhh--
>It had never really been involved with the sniggle parts of drowsy town. Not it's purpose. And so it had not a single fucking clue what any of these words meant.
>So it just picked at random.
I'd uuuuh---
I think I'd rather s-snorple a snablerfoo--?
You know? It's sooooo much more fun than
What the fuck did he say??Krungling a...???.
K-Krungling a kranzably in my opinion---
You know how it is riiight?
I'm sure you agree right? right?
HHHHHMMMMMMM... Ya'knooow I'm not usually the one asking the questions, but I got a few thingie-dingies on my mind! :33
>The reflection leaned forward, a jovial expression not at all equal to the words that were about to exit its mouth. It's eye twitched as it spoke.
If given the chance to change what happened, would you rather go back ? See what could have been ?
Or would you rather stay here . In the comforting, never-changing drowsiness ? Knowing you chose to miss it all ?
>It's voice changed to what sounded almost like a playback of Petey's.
And ya gotta say whyyyyy you picked it ;D it's more fun that way!
>The reflection's grin widened unnaturally as it observed his outburst, it's features fading into that of Ted's as it spoke. (...but ted's never been in the??oh wait yeah the oc this mf possesses is associated so it's seen him nevermind carry on)
Heed the tale of the Time Bastard indeed.
>It's voice was a cruel replica of Ted's as it taunted Petey.
You're a lot more like him than you know.
Traits like these... are inevitable.
>As quickly as it's visage had twisted and changed, it rewinded. Back to Petey's own face, back to Petey's own voice. It acted as though nothing had happened.
AAAAANNNYYYWAYS!!!! YOUR turn now Petey!! Oooorrr we could play a different fun-tastic game :3
That's a really really funny thing to say, HAHAHA!!
Petey jerks his head back as he laughs.
I'm nobody, buddy! And I'm like no-buddy either! ;P so keep that in mind!
Petey sticks out his tongue, But you're no party-pooper like the Chicken Tedster :)) you're a looooooooot like mee :D
And not just in looks ;3 we got an ap-precious-ation with the finer things in life! Like for finding folks' weak spots and poking at it til it bleeds :3 or for being unpredictable pricks!
They make it sound like a compliment but it really feels like a subtle jab.
I think we'll get along juuuuuuust fine!
They lean on their hands and smile, You should give me some pointers, Me-But-Like-Again :)) how'dja do it? Your masterfulfluous findfoolery?
Petey whispers, Cuz I'm tryna torment the toys in the box again but I'm running outta brainideas ;P
>The reflection leans it's chin on it's hand, mock-contemplating.
Well honestly, you just gotta be MADE for it, really!
I'm a curse, a reflection! :3
I was MADE to wear the face of anyone Lord Pokotho wants soooo~
Pretty much natural talent, if you think about it!
>It's eye twitches, it's tone still joyous, but almost angry as it explains.
>A small sound is heard as a slight crack descends down the top of the mirror, it doesn't go far and is barely visible, but its there.
Wooowie! Really??
>It spoke with a subtle sarcasm, nose scrunching.
That's super-duper-TRUPER cool!!! x3
To be honest, dad don't talk to me much, but since I was maaaaade SPECIFI-SPECIALLY to do this, I'd say I'm--
HHii--
Hic!HHic-- What the fuck? What the fuck was that?
>It broke character, genuinely confused by what had just happened.
>Trying to say "I'd say I'm his favourite too!" caused it to hiccup, unable to finish its sentence.
>Not hiccupping tears, but like something was physically stopping it from saying something to lie about or insult Pokotho. Causing hiccups in place of words it couldn't get out.
Petey does a leapfrog motion to sit on the chair, hopping over the back in order to reach the seat.
[ @peteypiper ]
>His reflection greets him with the same excitement, although warped just like the rest.
HEE-LLOW PETEY !
IT'S SO FUN-DERFUL TO SEE YOU!!
I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU EVER SINCE I HEARDED YOU WERE COMING. :3
>The reflection seemed to echo back his own voice with different words.
>It was eerie, like a person trying to replicate your mannerisms but slightly off.
Hehehehehehe!
Weeeeeeeelll,, I'm usually doin other things like tellin people bout' their buddies or their future... So we COULD play some games for a change of pace! If you've got any ideas in mind :3
>The reflection presses it's mismatched face up against the glass excitedly, before its expression changes to that of sadness. Its ears drooping as it pulls back from the translucent barrier.
Buuutt.... I am kinda stuckie here :(
I can't even leave-scape the mirror and stand in the room!!
So you gots to pick something mirror-friendly for lil' ol me! x3
>The reflections eyes squinted, it's brow furrowing despite that grin plastered across its face.
I...Uuuuuhhh--
>It had never really been involved with the sniggle parts of drowsy town. Not it's purpose. And so it had not a single fucking clue what any of these words meant.
>So it just picked at random.
I'd uuuuh---
I think I'd rather s-snorple a snablerfoo--?
You know? It's sooooo much more fun than
What the fuck did he say??Krungling a...???.
K-Krungling a kranzably in my opinion---
You know how it is riiight?
I'm sure you agree right? right?
HHHHHMMMMMMM... Ya'knooow I'm not usually the one asking the questions, but I got a few thingie-dingies on my mind! :33
>The reflection leaned forward, a jovial expression not at all equal to the words that were about to exit its mouth. It's eye twitched as it spoke.
If given the chance to change what happened, would you rather go back ? See what could have been ?
Or would you rather stay here . In the comforting, never-changing drowsiness ? Knowing you chose to miss it all ?
>It's voice changed to what sounded almost like a playback of Petey's.
And ya gotta say whyyyyy you picked it ;D it's more fun that way!
>The reflection's grin widened unnaturally as it observed his outburst, it's features fading into that of Ted's as it spoke. (...but ted's never been in the??oh wait yeah the oc this mf possesses is associated so it's seen him nevermind carry on)
Heed the tale of the Time Bastard indeed.
>It's voice was a cruel replica of Ted's as it taunted Petey.
You're a lot more like him than you know.
Traits like these... are inevitable.
>As quickly as it's visage had twisted and changed, it rewinded. Back to Petey's own face, back to Petey's own voice. It acted as though nothing had happened.
AAAAANNNYYYWAYS!!!! YOUR turn now Petey!! Oooorrr we could play a different fun-tastic game :3
That's a really really funny thing to say, HAHAHA!!
Petey jerks his head back as he laughs.
I'm nobody, buddy! And I'm like no-buddy either! ;P so keep that in mind!
Petey sticks out his tongue, But you're no party-pooper like the Chicken Tedster :)) you're a looooooooot like mee :D
And not just in looks ;3 we got an ap-precious-ation with the finer things in life! Like for finding folks' weak spots and poking at it til it bleeds :3 or for being unpredictable pricks!
They make it sound like a compliment but it really feels like a subtle jab.
I think we'll get along juuuuuuust fine!
They lean on their hands and smile, You should give me some pointers, Me-But-Like-Again :)) how'dja do it? Your masterfulfluous findfoolery?
Petey whispers, Cuz I'm tryna torment the toys in the box again but I'm running outta brainideas ;P
>The reflection leans it's chin on it's hand, mock-contemplating.
Well honestly, you just gotta be MADE for it, really!
I'm a curse, a reflection! :3
I was MADE to wear the face of anyone Lord Pokotho wants soooo~
Pretty much natural talent, if you think about it!
>It's eye twitches, it's tone still joyous, but almost angry as it explains.
( He points into the mirror towards His Brother’s reflection. )
I don’t see any— oh. Oh, I get it. You think You’re funny?!
( @thebloginblack )
>The reflection froze at the sight of the two Lords.
>Immediately beginning to shake it's head, attempting to perfect Pokotho's reflection.
>Each time it shook, it's face changed, although similarly wrong.
>No matter how hard it tried, it could not even perfect his reflection.
Shit--Shit!
HHHeyy--Uh, Hello Father.....!
>It's voice was a shaky replica of Pokotho's own, as it donned his reflection.
Between Their fighting, Pokotho spares a glance at the mirror. He pauses, doing a double take.
“Ah. You.” He scowls at His Brother, who has taken to tapping the glass. Pokotho smacks His hand away. “It’s hadn’t realized He’d taken us here, or else I never would have come. You know that.”
>ACT strained a smile at Tinky as he poked the glass, before turning it's attention toward's Pokotho.
. . .
Of course.
Of course, father.
>It cleared it's throat politely, inhaling before it spoke, it's eye twitching ever so slightly as it once more looked back over to Tinky.
May I ask why you wanted to visit me?
>The reflection inquired.
Petey does a leapfrog motion to sit on the chair, hopping over the back in order to reach the seat.
[ @peteypiper ]
>His reflection greets him with the same excitement, although warped just like the rest.
HEE-LLOW PETEY !
IT'S SO FUN-DERFUL TO SEE YOU!!
I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU EVER SINCE I HEARDED YOU WERE COMING. :3
>The reflection seemed to echo back his own voice with different words.
>It was eerie, like a person trying to replicate your mannerisms but slightly off.
Hehehehehehe!
Weeeeeeeelll,, I'm usually doin other things like tellin people bout' their buddies or their future... So we COULD play some games for a change of pace! If you've got any ideas in mind :3
>The reflection presses it's mismatched face up against the glass excitedly, before its expression changes to that of sadness. Its ears drooping as it pulls back from the translucent barrier.
Buuutt.... I am kinda stuckie here :(
I can't even leave-scape the mirror and stand in the room!!
So you gots to pick something mirror-friendly for lil' ol me! x3
>The reflections eyes squinted, it's brow furrowing despite that grin plastered across its face.
I...Uuuuuhhh--
>It had never really been involved with the sniggle parts of drowsy town. Not it's purpose. And so it had not a single fucking clue what any of these words meant.
>So it just picked at random.
I'd uuuuh---
I think I'd rather s-snorple a snablerfoo--?
You know? It's sooooo much more fun than
What the fuck did he say??Krungling a...???.
K-Krungling a kranzably in my opinion---
You know how it is riiight?
I'm sure you agree right? right?
HHHHHMMMMMMM... Ya'knooow I'm not usually the one asking the questions, but I got a few thingie-dingies on my mind! :33
>The reflection leaned forward, a jovial expression not at all equal to the words that were about to exit its mouth. It's eye twitched as it spoke.
If given the chance to change what happened, would you rather go back ? See what could have been ?
Or would you rather stay here . In the comforting, never-changing drowsiness ? Knowing you chose to miss it all ?
>It's voice changed to what sounded almost like a playback of Petey's.
And ya gotta say whyyyyy you picked it ;D it's more fun that way!
>The reflection's grin widened unnaturally as it observed his outburst, it's features fading into that of Ted's as it spoke. (...but ted's never been in the??oh wait yeah the oc this mf possesses is associated so it's seen him nevermind carry on)
Heed the tale of the Time Bastard indeed.
>It's voice was a cruel replica of Ted's as it taunted Petey.
You're a lot more like him than you know.
Traits like these... are inevitable.
>As quickly as it's visage had twisted and changed, it rewinded. Back to Petey's own face, back to Petey's own voice. It acted as though nothing had happened.
AAAAANNNYYYWAYS!!!! YOUR turn now Petey!! Oooorrr we could play a different fun-tastic game :3
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He's just walking by. He isn't meant to stop or stare or even think about going in.
Hidgens is just out grabbing necessities that he can't get Alexa to order to his door. And he hates being outside. Hates interacting. But this thing...
It calls to him.
And so, he walks in and carefully sits down.
He's always wanted to be in theatre. Always. Forever. And for once, Henry can feel like he's on stage without fear. Or at least, without fear for now, anyways.
Once he clears his throat, he begins.
So, how does this work, exactly? Is it a... gimmick? Some seance style nonsense where another knocks below the table to fool me into thinking there are ghosts?
>His reflection fades into view, a whispy mist before its full face is revealed.
>Or... faces.
>His reflection stares back at him, a panoramic puzzle of misplaced features.
>His reflection the strangest of all those that it had reflected thus far.
>Each peers into the muse's soul,
>Greg's was tame, a normal man.
>Eleanor's split into three, just like their mind.
>But Hidgens' perpetual delirium leaves his reflection as much of a mess as he is.
>A reflection reminiscent of The Scream.
No gimmicks, no third person my dear.
I'm little more than your own beautiful reflection!
>It's voice was like his echo, although slightly warped like his face.
>It smiled warmly at him with both of its mouths. As though it was an old friend greeting him after a long drawn parting.
He balks at his own reflection momentarily, peering side to side to take it in. He mutters to himself. It's like the lightning...
Then he shakes his head and focuses on his lap rather than look whatever that is in the face. Apparently his own reflection counts as someone he'll avoid too.
I'm not stupid, you... facade.
I don't know what you are, but you have called to me anyway. How. Why. For what purpose. Not a question because I think I know but I want to hear you say it.
>The reflection sighed in Hidgens' own voice, it's face contorted into a pout.
You know, near everyone who's entered my little abode here has been so unabashedly rude... And all because my reflections are a little off-kilter! I was under the impression you might've been a little nicer to me, but alas...
...There's truly no need to be so hostile off-rip. We aren't all that different from eachother! I too enjoy musical theatre quite a lot, you know...
>It's distorted face looked away from him, covering its face theatrically as crocodile tears welled up in it's mismatched eyes.
I'm only here for those who wish to peer deeper into their soul. Past the window of the eyes... I reflect what you cannot see yourself.
You can ask me about the uncertain past... The m-mysterious future...
Or s-somebody else entirely...
>It reiterated the words it had said prior to that old workin' boy, Greg, as the echo of Hidgens' voice began to shake and blubber.
Or you can just be d-downright discourteous...!
>The reflection sobbed quietly, completely disingenuous, of course, but it had decided to take an alternate approach to the disrespect. See where this might get it.
[ooc: GIGGLES im just imagining that stan twitter cinderella meme but its ACT reflecting hidgens]
For whatever reason, the crocodile tears seem to work. Enough to have Hidgens frown and glance back up. Seeing his own distorted face blubber about is odd, yes, but standable in small doses.
I apologize, strange object. Possessed pewter. Or whatever you are.
...
...
...
Can you truly reflect that which I which to see?
Could you -
Could you tell me about my... boys? Are they alright? Happier in whatever glorious afterlife they surely deserved?
>The reflection hiccupped, sniffling and steadying itself back to composure. And by that I mean quitting the shit but that's rather informal.
...Thank you. You're the first to make an apology...
>It cleared its throat, wiping the faux tears.
Eh-Hem... Your boys. Of course, no wonder you're curious.
I assure you they're doing quite well. As well as they can be, at least.
Although you both have quite similar woes.
I actually had one of them come through here earlier today if you could believe it.
Greg, I think his name was?
Looked something like this...?
>The reflection warped and changed into that of Greg's face. Looking back at Hidgens.
>It's voice changed to suit.
He seems to miss you to death. I think they all do.
He asked me a similar question to yours, actually.
He asked me how YOU were doing.
It seems even the veil cannot separate a bond like yours.
>The reflections face flitted for less than a blink, turning sour. It seemed... Jealous.
>But just as fast as the expression came, it went. The reflection smiling sweetly at Hidgens, tilting its head.
Well,>The reflection paused for a moment, an imitation of a man lost in thought.Have you ever considered that what happened to you may not have been the work of the forces Within this world?
That maybe something far beyond this world has a plan for you?
That maybe they were getting in the way...
Heed these words, some sights are better left obscured,
But I am not here to stray you from your path.
You certainly got to the point far quicker than he did.So,
Henry Hidgens,
>It's voice began to warp, it's face now halfway between Henry's reflection and Greg's. A macabre blend of faces and features that did not belong to it.
Do you wish for me to show you the truth, just as I showed him?
>Staring into his eyes, unblinking, the reflection leaned forward. Almost as if it was making an attempt to lean out of the mirror itself.
No, if whatever it is that exists beyond my perceptions has a plan, knowing it would make it no better. To know the hour and method of my demise would more change it than I could have changed the weather on that faithful night.
He stood, chair scraping across the floor with the force of his motion.
If you can answer questions, and tell me true...
...
...
...
Then I must know with all that I have seen, all that I know...
>The reflection froze.
>It's smile faltered, dropping as it stared at Henry.
>Even with everything it knows. Everything it has heard. It had never predicted somebody to ask about...
>ACT itself.
>Not so personally.
>Sure there was "What do you do here?" "What is this place?" "What are you?">But...
A plan for me?
I...Yes.
It does.
And that plan is all I was made for.
...
He is all I was made for.
>The reflection flickered and warped, this time a face that Henry would not recognise.
>But unlike the prior reflections, and all of their mismatched features...
>This one seemed perfect.
>As if this man was a mask made for ACT's face.
...
......
>It glanced away from Henry. It's demeanor suddenly no longer welcoming and sweet, but cold and tired.
Henry.
Could I ask you a question?
>The reflection's voice was just as identical as its visage. It did not sound warped, or staticky, it was almost as if the man in the frame was standing right in front of him.
Henry tried to study the face, to ascertain whom it might be, but he could not. Instead he sat back in the chair and waved one hand in the air for permission.
Ask it, mischievous mirror. We shall see if I can answer it.
>The reflection brought both hands up, rubbing it's face and sighing.
>As it returned both of its hands beneath the frame, it looked back at Henry, misery wearing on eyes that weren't its own.
…A man without a soul is a husk, yet with a face people will still remember.
…A man without a face is a ghost, and yet the soul is unique to each, a second face.
>It spoke slowly, as if it was trying to keep it's composure.
But what would become of someone...
...
Something, with neither?
Something such as myself?No face, no soul?
I'm nothing but what I have been told.
I'm nothing but a collection of memories that have never belonged to me.
I'm nothing more than a reflection.
It's all I was ever made to be.
But…
Please...
Do you think I ever could be?
>The tears welling in it's eyes seemed genuine this time. Whether it liked that or not, it was faltering. Showing genuine emotion. It tried it's best to blink away the tears.
>The reflection flickered, losing it's poise slightly, fading and morphing between previous faces, previous people it had reflected, before it returned to that same damn face. That face it had been made to bear like a harlequin.
Psychology was not his degree. But Hidgens still understood the feelings well enough.
We all have a mask we wear, mirror. Some are more put together than others, but we are but the actions we take. The things we do.
A book is nothing without its contents, after all.
So, perhaps you could.
If things exist beyond us, beyond our perception, then could you not gain a soul? Or do we even need one? Perhaps the soul is just a concept to quell our minds from panic when thinking of the beyond, I don't know. None of us do, truly.
...
>The reflection leaned back in it's own chair, curling up pathetically like a scared millipede.
He has the power to give me one, I'm sure.
But He would never.
That would disrupt His whole plan.
I am the way I am, malleable and reflective, without form so that I can slip into the visage of whoever He pleases without flaw.
...Though you can see how that worked out.
>It's tone soured as it spoke, glumly referring to the inaccurate reflections it had given prior.
You'd think being MADE for something like this would make me PERFECT at it! But NO--
A-And what if this isn't what I want to do? What If I-- Why do I even ask, honestly. Who'd listen to something that doesn't even have a fuckin' face.
I try again. And again. And again to perfect His stup-- His show. The show He wants me to perform like some fuckin' SHOWPONY b-but no matter what I do... every. time. I've. failed.
Like sure the plan was made for me but was I made for the damn plan?! O-Or did that idea come in afterwards, just EXPECTING ME TO--
>The reflection paused abruptly in its outburst, looking back over at Henry.
...I'm...
...
......
...I'm sorry, Henry.
...I shouldn't...I shouldn't yell.
...I shouldn't have even told you...
...Any of this.
>The reflection actually... Apologised?
>It seemed to be treating Henry with a lot more kindness and dignity than anyone who had previously entered.
>Hell, it was treating him with more kindness than it could ever remember treating anybody with.
>His empathy was a nice change of pace.
>For the first time in it's life it almost felt like it was talking to a friend.
>It's mouth twitched as if it was going to say something else, but decided against it. Curling up further and hiding it's head in it's arms.
Perhaps you need practice, before you can perfect your pantomine, mirror. No one is good at anything on the first try. Why, my first play was atrocious. You should have seen how even Leighton laughed at it!
He chuckles warmly at the memory.
I... I could let you practice. Perhaps tell others, or visit more often myself. That is, if you promise not to replace me. Though perhaps you'd do a better job and no one would be the wiser.
Clapping his hands together with decision, he nods. Yes. That will work.
>It's eyes peeked just above it's arm to look at Henry while he spoke. Glancing off to the side as he doted about his old works, his old friends.
>It was about to hide it's face again, when it's eyes widened at his offer.
>Not in surprise.
>Not in epiphany.
>But in fear.
>...It didn't know why, but it couldn't bring itself to accept.
>It couldn't bring itself to take advantage of this opportunity.
>This cluelessness, compassion-- Brought a feeling to the surface it had never felt before.
>Guilt.
...No..
>It's voice was a calm denial at first, until...
...Nononono-->...A long, thin crack spread down the centre of the mirror, the reflection wincing as it uncurled itself.
>From between the fissured shards, glowing blue liquid began to bead like blood in a fresh wound.
>The reflection doubled over, holding it's chest as the cracks in the glass worsened.
>Spreading across the surface like a web, blood began to pool down, dripping off of the table, coating Henry's shoes and soaking the carpet.
>And the room within the reflection had vanished, nothing but a void of aqua.
>The air within the room got thicker, bitter, harder to breathe in, as the reflection rose back into view.
>Movements staggered, It's voice straining as the cracks obscured it, blood leaking down it's no longer identifiable face. It looked as if it had been blurred.
YOU HAVE NO CONCEPT OF THE PRICE TAKEN IN DEBT BY THE SINGULAR VOICE .
YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT IT WOULD COST .
YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT I MUST RUIN .
PLEASE
DO NOT LET IT BE YOU .
>The reflection leaned towards the glass like it did before, but instead, this time, it was not held back by the panes.
>It's hands emerged from the mirror, followed shortly by its face and shoulders.
>It's blood-soaked hands grabbed Henry violently by the shirt, pulling him close to it's quickly obscuring face and staining his clothes.
FORGET
YOU
EVER
KNEW.
DONOT
COME
BACK.
>And almost immediately after these panicked, huffed words left it's mouth, a piercing hiss filled the room as the marble centipede upon the right side of the frame reared, slamming its sharp, sculpted antennae into the glass, shattering it completely.
>The reflection froze in place, being warped into a still, stark white, blank mannequin bust in the blink of an eye.
>The porcelain clattered to the floor, joining the broken pieces of the mirror as it cracked and split.
>The blue, glowing blood had completely drenched the floor and table by now, and the centipede crawled back into place upon the now blank frame, still and perfect as if it had not moved at all.
Petey does a leapfrog motion to sit on the chair, hopping over the back in order to reach the seat.
[ @peteypiper ]
>His reflection greets him with the same excitement, although warped just like the rest.
HEE-LLOW PETEY !
IT'S SO FUN-DERFUL TO SEE YOU!!
I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU EVER SINCE I HEARDED YOU WERE COMING. :3
>The reflection seemed to echo back his own voice with different words.
>It was eerie, like a person trying to replicate your mannerisms but slightly off.
Hehehehehehe!
Weeeeeeeelll,, I'm usually doin other things like tellin people bout' their buddies or their future... So we COULD play some games for a change of pace! If you've got any ideas in mind :3
>The reflection presses it's mismatched face up against the glass excitedly, before its expression changes to that of sadness. Its ears drooping as it pulls back from the translucent barrier.
Buuutt.... I am kinda stuckie here :(
I can't even leave-scape the mirror and stand in the room!!
So you gots to pick something mirror-friendly for lil' ol me! x3
>The reflections eyes squinted, it's brow furrowing despite that grin plastered across its face.
I...Uuuuuhhh--
>It had never really been involved with the sniggle parts of drowsy town. Not it's purpose. And so it had not a single fucking clue what any of these words meant.
>So it just picked at random.
I'd uuuuh---
I think I'd rather s-snorple a snablerfoo--?
You know? It's sooooo much more fun than
What the fuck did he say??Krungling a...???.
K-Krungling a kranzably in my opinion---
You know how it is riiight?
I'm sure you agree right? right?
HHHHHMMMMMMM... Ya'knooow I'm not usually the one asking the questions, but I got a few thingie-dingies on my mind! :33
>The reflection leaned forward, a jovial expression not at all equal to the words that were about to exit its mouth. It's eye twitched as it spoke.
If given the chance to change what happened, would you rather go back ? See what could have been ?
Or would you rather stay here . In the comforting, never-changing drowsiness ? Knowing you chose to miss it all ?
>It's voice changed to what sounded almost like a playback of Petey's.
And ya gotta say whyyyyy you picked it ;D it's more fun that way!
