#mirror asks

She raised her eyebrows at the look of her reflection in that mirror. There was herself, in a cloak, clad in a rather modern looking uniform but not’s that all. A bright yellow, black striped scarf warp around her neck, her reflection’s cloak was clad in the similar color as her scarf and Lorissa look at the logo sewed into that cloak. A Pokemon in that logo look strange, never see it before, she thought.

Then look up, to see herself just to grin like a dumb trainer she was. "That’s cool, I’m a witch!" She said it to herself, while the reflection (to Lorissa’s surprise) said the opposite word,

"Blimey! I look like a muggle!"

Muggle? Lorissa bewildered but eventually realized that she had heard that name before…It was right in that book, she had at home! Holy arceus, that’s actually awesome more than cool! Lorissa decide to touch herself, hoping to see if her reflection had a pocket, maybe in that skirt—Yes her reflection does!

She tried to ‘pulled out’ something from the pocket and to her amaze, it was a wand! That wand carved in some neat wood, decorated with some bones and feathers. She likes that wand. She “tilt” the wand carefully and chuckle at it. 

All of the sudden, her reflection broke the law of physic."Do you want to see how it worked?"She grasp at it, she didn’t know it would talk and she nod slowly, holding her exciting inside.

The reflection chuckled, just like hers, and raised her wand as she shout a charm…Only to find the mirror crack in a instant.

"Oh wow, how ain’t my neck busted from holdin’ those things up?" The ginger laughed at the monochromatic version of himself. Well, he was mostly gray scale. He did have candy corn bull horns that were pretty cool. Miles couldn’t help but wonder if they were edible. 

"So uh…bull horns, cow ears….got hooves or some other weird cow stuff? Hopefully not a weird cow tongue. Though multiple stomachs would be cool." He cocked a brow and raised a hand to watch his reflection do the same. The only downside was his reflection jammed his hand right into one of the horns.

The redhead stood in front of the mirror with wide eyes and raised brows. Miles had never considered such a mundane item to show such a terrifying sight, but then again mirrors were often used in horror genres right? All of it left a bad taste in his mouth and the room felt as if it had gotten cooler the longer he stared at his reflection.

Except it wasn’t really him, was it?

He swallowed hard and tried to keep his gaze off of the ghosts that floated around who he couldn’t believe was himself like a plague. The ginger in the mirror seemed so much more pale. There were bags under his eyes and an overall look of fatigue that felt out of place. He wasn’t scared though, despite the ghouls that nearly brushed against him with each movement. He was motionless and calm and so very…dead feeling.

Miles felt himself beginning to tremble. His fingers curled and his nails bit into his palms. His breathing sped up and his knees dared to knock into one another as panic gripped his heart. The longer he stared he more difficult it was becoming to look away. More ghosts seemed to appear every couple of seconds and the doppelganger did nothing about it!

A small sound escaped the redhead and he felt tears rolling down his cheeks. The teen was completely petrified as the mirror seemed to spill over with haunted beings. How long would it be before claws began to pull and scratch at the frame of the mirror? The room continued to drop in temperature until Miles was sure he could see his own breath. He couldn’t take it anymore.

Something at that moment brushed against his shoulder and it was just the motivation he needed to jump and turn around. He expected an army of translucent demons but instead there was nothing there. Miles shook and his eyes darted for any sign of his nightmare. There was nothing.