#ftfo!prism

Ink had always noticed that mirror. Never interacted with it surprisingly enough, even though he's usually a curious kind of guy. 

And a kind of guy who wasn't really scared of anything, but something about it made him uneasy, even though it's just a mirror. Literally just a plain old mirror. 

Looking at it made him feel watched. Like someone was observing him, even though like he said, it's an object. He doesn't like repeating himself, but it's a stupid old mirror.

But that's the thing. It's a mirror that's been floating there for who knows how long. It was there when he first came to this place, which was when he was only a few days old.

And he's… uh… 

He doesn't know how old he is now, but it's a lot. A lot a lot. Tons. Hundreds. Thousands. He would even say it's like a millena or two. 

The mirror was there though. Throughout all of time. He didn't even remember creating it. Whichever being who brought him into existence might've left it for him as a gift or whatnot.

Well, it's not a good gift, that's for sure. It's just a mirror. A creepy old mirror. Curse whoever made him, that's the worst gift he ever could've gotten.

But it's been long enough avoiding it, he supposes. Might as well take a closer look at it.

Ink walks from universe to universe, taking his sweet precious time making his way over to it. The universes are close enough to where he can just walk from each to each, so he might as well.

With each step, the anticipation fills Ink's lack of a soul. It feels like someone is waiting for him, even though the mirror is just an inanimate object. 

Despite the mirror's lack of a brain or soul, that someone Ink feels seems like they've been waiting for quite a long time to speak with him. About what, he doesn't really know.

He's read stories about reflections leading to other universes. Hell, he's even made universes that have plotlines revolving around that. 

Hey! Speaking of that, he's on one of 'em right now! Hi mirror universe he forgot the name of! Ink waves at the door leading to the universe's inside. How ya doin'?

Maybe he should take a visit and see how everyone's doing there! Do a lil' check-up. 

But he was doing something, wasn't he? What was it…?

Oh, right! That mirror. He's pretty close to it now, enough to where he can see his reflection in it. He also waves at his reflection. The reflection doesn't wave back.

Huh. Maybe the mirror is like, a cursed item. If so, pretty uncool of his creator to give him that. He's just a little silly guy, he doesn't deserve cursed items. 

The guy in the mirror (that looks a lot like him but a tad different) is probably gonna come out and deck him in the face. Or try to. He isn't gonna give him the chance. 

Ink pulls out Broomie from his back. He has to be prepared for some evil doppelganger tryna steal his place. Or whatever the guy in the mirror is. 

Might be some evil clone of him that's like Roro and Berror that destroys stuff. His beautiful creations, his beautiful stuff.

"Hey, you!"

Huh.

"Get over here, you greyed-out idiot!!!"

Whuh. 

"You hear me, don't you!? I have alotta things to say to you!!!"

Whozzat. 

Ohhhh… That voice must be his evil mirror doppelganger ganger. 

Makes sense, it sounds so much like him but less silly and full of joy.

Also why did he call him greyed-out. He's been called an idiot before, but not greyed-out.

Maybe evil doppelgangers like him have their own weird insults. Doesn't make sense, but it's something.

…Oooh! Maybe he could use that for a new AU idea!!!

Ink approaches the mirror, waving one hand up in a greeting, and another hand wrapped around his dear Broomie, with a big ol' smile on his face.

"Heya there my evil mirror reflection doppelganger that I have just only checked out today! How ya doin'?" He asks his alternate.

The said alternate bangs on the mirror, a small paint figure walking out of it and kicking Ink's leg as hard as it can. Which isn't hard. 

"Are you insane???" The Ink in the mirror responds angrily. "How can you be like this when your whole world is falling apart!!!"

Ink leans on the mirror casually. "Doppel, bud, Doppel short for Doppelganger… I have no idea what ya mean."

"Of course." The other Ink, now dubbed Doppel by the Ink outside the mirror, "You would act like you don't know, because you're the one causing it!!!"

Ink just stares at him like an idiot, like he doesn't know what he's talking about. He does, though. "Who told ya that, buddy? Error? Blueberror? Nightmare? They're all wrong, ya know. Covering their own butts for what they're actually causing."

Doppel points a finger at the mirror, right at Ink. "Monochrome, you know exactly what I mean! I've seen your universe, I've been observing it for I don't know how long! You're making too much, and abusing that power most Inks don't have, and your place is going to die from it!"

Ink looks from the left to right and sits down next to the mirror, leaning on it still. "Whaddya just call me?"

"Monochrome, because that's what your universe looks like, and that's what you deserve to be called. You're an embarrassment to all Inks throughout the multiverse!" He responds.

"Ohhh…" Ink looks on with a thoughtful expression. "Wait, there's other Inks? That's cool! So this thingys like a communication device?"

"Yes, but-"

"Can I talk to an Ink other than you?"

"You're avoiding the topic, aren't you!" Doppel raises his arms up in frustration, exasperated. "Just admit it! It's not like there's anyone else here that's going to hear you!"

Hmm… Should he? Doppel is right, there isn't anyone here. And there never will be anyone else here, due to him being the only one that has access to this place.

Still, his pride though…

'What about his pride?' He thinks back to himself. If anything, he would have even more pride by showing Doppel how powerful he is.

It's only the other's fault that he doesn't see it the same way.

"Fineeee…" He says childishly. "Ya got me, Doppel bud. But 't's not really like you can do anything about it, can ya?"

Doppel sighs. "You're right, Monochrome. I can't. But I can at least warn you. Which you clearly aren't listening to, but at least I tried!"

"Warn me about wha?"

"Y- You-" He groans, exasperated. "Warn you about your whole multiverse dying! Your Error and Blueberror can't keep on going forever, y'know."

"Uh." Ink stares at him, looking behind from where he's sitting. "Ya they can. They're immortal. If I can create this much, then the two of them combined can surely keep up, you get me?"

"No Monochrome, I do not get you. I do not get you at all. I have to ask you a question, do you think they enjoy destruction as much as your creation?" He asks.

"Ye-"

"Tell the truth."

"Yes."

"Tell. The truth."

"I said it, I think they do!"

"Monochrome, so stars help me." Doppel tiredly looks at Ink, an expression emoting his frustration clear on his face.

Ink makes a face similar to a cat, his ovalike eyes round with faux-innocence. "Trust me, I realllllly do think they like it!"

"You're me, Monochrome. I'm you." He pauses. "I think I'd know well enough when you aren't being honest. I think even you can tell that your Error and Blueberror are unhappy about what they're being forced to do."

"But Berror is pretty murder-happy i'nt he? He's killed me on multiple occasions." The other proudly proclaims. "So why wouldn't he be happy killing people other than me?"

"Because you suck. Next."

"I don't suck!"

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't! I'm a cool little silly guy who has never done anything wrong or immoral in his life! Trust me!" Ink insists.

"I do not trust you." Doppel strikes back. "Anyways, how about Error? He rarely lays a finger on your smug little body."

"You're small too!"

"You're avoiding the question again. Answer it." He commands Ink.

"Well…" He pauses, thoughtful. Thinking with that little small brain of his. "Roro just likes me more, I guess!"

"I doubt that. Error's just more of a pacifist than anything."

"Then why does he-"

"He only kills because you force him to. I thought we already established this, Monochrome."

"Well… Hmm… How do I know that?" Ink laughs. It's hard to tell if he's laughing at the situation he's in, laughing at Doppel, or just laughing in general. It doesn't really matter, he's laughing anyways.

Doppel, meanwhile, isn't amused by this. 

"Hey, you greyscale little liar! This isn't a laughing matter! You wanna know how you know that?"

"Hm… hehehe… bet, I guess." He giggles.

Doppel inhales, then exhales, calming himself. He has to, or he will find a way to strangle this little self-serving… self-serving… stars, he can't even think of an insult.

Well, it's not like he deserves one.

He begins his question. "You know how Error fell into the void? Like, on purpose?"

"Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything? He's back now, right?" He unseriously remarks.

"Well, I've looked at other multiverses… and some are very similar to yours. So similar, like they stem from the same concept."

"Your point being…?"

Doppel hovers over him, trying to look as threatening as possible. He has to get this through the other's thick skull that he could've had it worse. "Error could've dragged you in there with him if he was a quote on quote 'worse' person. You'd both be gone if that was the case. And I don't think in your multiverse a magical deity would be willing to save someone like you."

Ink stares, silent. He looks up at all the universes jam-packed together, stares behind him at Doppel through the mirror, stares at Broomie who is sitting right beside him. A thought crosses his mind. 

A thought of if that really could've happened.

But before he even has the chance to read through what Doppels statement implied, he laughs.

"You really think I'm gonna believe that?!" He giggles. "You gotta be joking me. I would never leave myself open to an attack like that, even if that ever were to happen!" Ink snorts, falling onto his back in laughter. "People love me, they'd protect me from getting dragged into there. And Error knows not to do that to me, cuz he knows that I'm the one in charge, y'know?"

Doppel just stares at him incredulously.

Ink continues. "Dream would defend me, all my creations would defend me, everyone other than Nightmare, his gang, Error, and Blueberror would protect me! It's like… uh… five? Six? Four? Against tons! I'm not gonna fall into the void, even if I did I know whoever made me would get me out, you do realize that, right?"

Doppel still stares.

"Are ya… huff puff… Wow that's a lot… Yeesh you gotta be… puff huff… More threatening and real than that to make me doubt myself!" Ink rolls over on the floor, onto his side, grabbing his non-existent stomach. 

"You're insane." Doppel states. "What are you even doing this for, anyways?"

"Cuz I like it, Dop-Dop! It's not gonna go downhill anytime soon, so why should I stop when I have all the support on this side of the multiverse!?"

"Because it's hurting people???" He says, incredulous yet again. Yet again? He's been incredulous for almost this whole conversation. "Is that all you care about? Fun? Attention? Being the hero?"

Ink sits up, finally gotten all the laughs and giggles out of his system. "I don't wanna say you're right, but I don't really wanna say you're wrong, either. Just leave, you aren't gonna change my mind."

Doppel glares at him. "At least I tried. It's your own fault if this backfires on you, one way or another. I hope I never see you again."

With that, Doppel disappears from the mirrors reflection, leaving Ink only to stare at himself.

Like he always is. Focused on himself.

Never even thinking of consequences.