There she was again. That same woman looming within the boundaries of the mirror. No matter what mirror the robot happened to glance at, that dark figure would be there waiting, staring back. It wasn't malicious, no, the shadow more so seemed curious, as if they were observing the robot going about their daily night. Rosnix at first assumed it to be a trick of the light, maybe their optical orbs had needed a replacing or something. Rosnix even considered maybe they weren't the only one seeing this figure, but that idea fell flat when neither their flesh brother or the hulking cyclops lusus seemed to react either. Part of Rosnix simply wished to ignore it, even if that was a bit of a hard task.
Rosnix, one early morning, while their flesh brother lie asleep in his cocoon, headed towards the bathroom silently with a small camera in hand. They were hoping to possibly capture a picture of this shadow in hopes of... Well, in hopes of proving that maybe what they were seeing wasn't real. Robots couldn't have hallucinations, right? The gentle hum as they hovered towards the bathroom filled the silence as Rosnix reached over to turn the light switch on... And there it was: The same figure. Tall and shadowed, blue eyes glittering out from the void. Rosnix didn't turn to look at the figure for a couple moments, silently preparing the camera before turning.
The figure didn't flinch. Normally in situations like this, whatever shadowy entity would flee at the possibility of being seen, not wanting to have their cover blown or be exposed to a wider audience. But there they remained, watching as Rosnix slowly lifted up the camera and readied themselves to take the snapshot, finger hovering over the photo button.
A certain stillness filled the room as Rosnix seemed to hesitate, staring at the figure through the camera's lens. Rosnix felt something in their robotic stomach, an odd sensation that they couldn't quite put into words. They've heard about nervousness and anxiety in trolls, could this be it? That wouldn't make sense tho, robots weren't able to feel such things. Something nagged at them, causing them to lower the camera and stare into the mirror's reflection. They placed the camera down and moved forward, gently pressing their metallic fingertips against the glass. The shadow mirrored their movements. Rosnix felt that same rush of emotion that occurred the last time they encountered the figure, making them jolt back slightly in surprise. It wasn't as intense as last time, no, it was rather... Pleasant? An odd kind of pleasant if you were to ask them.
The figure's hand remained there for a moment more before it started to move their finger across their side of the mirror, their movement seeming slowed and out of focus. The text written was backwards, yes, but Rosnix was an intelligent creation, so it wasn't too much of a struggle for them to make out what was being written in loopy, old Alternian lettering.
"=) I'm a friend, not a foe. (="
Rosnix milled over the message before turning and deciding to simply leave the bathroom, grabbing the camera as they turned off the lights. Something didn't sit right with them, and maybe they should've continued on with the plan, although the message seemed to put them slightly at ease.
This shadow wasn't a threat to them or their loved ones. And that's all that Rosnix cared about in the moment.
