Opening your eyes, you immediately notice there is something wrong. This isnāt your room, your home, anywhere at all that is familiar to you. You sense that you are in a very large space, almost endless in a way. There is one downfall to this place however...Ā
There is absolutely no form of light.Ā
Taking a few steps forward into this empty expanse of nothingness, the faint sound of glass shattering is heard behind you. As you turn around, you see the only thing visible now is a broken mirror. It seems to be a light source itself, though at the same time, the surrounding darkness seems to be getting sucked into the broken pieces. This is visibly seen by the small wisps of shadows drifting around the reflective glass.
You feel drawn to it, faint whispers echoing in the darkness around you...
Walking ever closer to the mirror, you stare at your broken reflection for a few moments. As if some other force controls your body for a moment, your arm slowly reaches out and touches the mirror, laying flat against the broken glass surface. However, as soon as your hand makes contact with the mirror, you feel a sharp pain run up your arm and pierce your mind. A connection is made before you even have the chance to say anything. The mirror disappears from your view,Ā plunging you into complete darkness, though you can still feel that the mirror is there, the feeling of the glass breaking more felt under your hand. You were frozen in place, unable to move...
It begins as flashes.... different still images flickering into view in the darkness around you as the well known events of "Who Killed Markiplier" plays out frame by frame. Different images of the Colonel, Benjamin, Chef, Abe, Mark, Celine, Damien..... All of them are there. However, you notice that the images seem to be in a certain perspective, as if looking through someone else's eyes....
The room goes pitch black again as the pain stops and the images vanish.... though it isn't done yet. Moments later, you feel an ache in your chest, as if your heart has become weighted down with years of sorrow and pain, anger and guilt, hatred and fear.... The mirror you have contact with comes into view again, though the reflective glass was fixed. However, instead of your reflection, a woman looks back at you instead.
Her eyes are a dark grayish-blue, a look of pain and sorrow in them. Her hair is cut short, swept to the right, the color a dark brown. From her ears hang black gem earrings, which match the lace choker she has on that also has these same gems hanging from it. Small black chains also decorate the choker necklace. Her attire consists of a blue blouse, the collar slightly ruffled and having a layered look to it. A black skirt covers her legs, though the mirror prevents you from seeing how long the skirt is.
The woman in the mirror seems to stare into your very soul, the mixed flood of emotions emanating from her almost overwhelming. A subconscious realization is given to you. This was whose eyes you witnessed the images from earlier. This woman was the witness to it all... A glint of light from some unseen source reflects off a ring the woman is wearing on her left hand. An engagement ring....
Everything suddenly goes black again, before the woman comes into view again. She looks the same, aside from her eyes.... They are now static, cracks spreading down from them, covering her cheeks, in a sick way trying to mimic tears. Glowing red strings are seen wrapped tight around her wrists and neck. The emotions felt from her now were nothing but fear, hatred, and sorrow.
Once again, darkness shrouds the room and your eyesight, before the mirror reappears, though now it seems to be showing an event from a third person point of view...
You watch as a figure had broken into a room where the mirror your hand was against was in. The perspective changes quickly, the view now a close up of the mirror, moments before something slams into the reflective surface, cracking and shattering it. The mirror pieces fell to the floor, before a black mist seeped out of the mirror itself. You watch, fascinated as the smoke slowly swirls and forms into a person, soon identified as the woman you had just recently seen moments ago.
The vision ends as the figure who broke the mirror picks up the woman, running out of frame from what the mirror was showing....
A sharp pain goes up your arm again as the connection with the mirror is forcefully severed, a pulse of energy sending you backwards. The next time you blink, you find yourself in a completely empty room, illuminated by the light from a now wide open door, leading back to familiarity....
The last part of the vision sticks in your mind as you leave the room, your thoughts a tumbling mess of questions...
Who was that woman? Why had she been in the mirror? Who had broken her out...?
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