#Mirrorstor - Angel's Advocate

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Chapter 1. Writer's block.

swearing, unreality

‘Alistor is a smart kid.’ Delete. ‘The Number Manor is a large house.’ Delete. ‘Mr. Top is a clever man.’ He’s not even a main character! Delete, delete, delete. Alistor glared off their TV screen at their bored-looking reflection. “.. What do you suppose we do, Mirror-me?” They asked, setting their computer down and sitting up properly. Alistor’s reflection glanced back at them from their mirror version of Alistor’s computer.

“Eh? Oh. I dunno, you’re the creative bastard, aren’t you?” Their reflection shrugged and went back to scrolling through their website on the computer. 

“Oh, you’re so helpful.”

“I like to think so.”

Alistor glared as they flopped back down onto the couch. Ugh. They grumbled as they key-spammed their keyboard and deleted it. Being a writer was hard.

“.. Y’know…” Their mirror voice rang out from the TV. Mirrorstor glanced at Alistor, an amused expression on their face. “I could take you to your silly lil’ story universe.”

Alistor looked at their TV again. “... How can you take me to the universe of a story that doesn’t yet exist?”

“The power of friendship.”

Alistor glared, preparing to grab their remote and throw on the TV so their reflection would disappear.

“I kid, I kid! It’s a joke! I can take you there using my magic mirror powers and show you what’s happening so you can base your fictional recounting on your actual experiences!”

Alistor paused. “.. You mean.. 1, 2, 3 and the gang… they’re real?”

“Just as real as you or I, my non-reflected fellow. You or I…” Mirrorstor trailed off.

“Well, I’m still not completely sold on you, but I’m over 87% sure I’m real, so that works for me.”

“That is a… shockingly low number for your sold-ability on yourself.”

“Everyone has their doubts.”

“I guess?”

Alistor shook their head. “Doesn’t matter. How do we go to my magic world of daemons, succubi, and such?”

“Good question! What if you take me to an actual mirror so I can show you?” Mirrorstor smiled.

“Boo. Bad idea. I object.” Alistor said, deadpanned. “Can’t you do it from here?”

“No, Alistor, I can not.”

“Why not?”

“Because!”

“Whatever! Fine! We’ll go to the mirror!” Alistor crossed their arms in annoyance.

“Yay!” Mirrorstor grinned. “I’m so, so, super happy. Literally going to explode from the amount of happiness I am experiencing.”

“Shut your mouth,” Alistor growled. Their reflection just cackled and disappeared.

Alistor grumbled as they walked to the bathroom mirror, hoisting their Chromebook for documentation. They stepped into the bathroom, flipped on the light, shut the door, and looked ‘Themself’ dead in the eye. “Kay, how long are we going to be gone?” They asked.

“Dude, 5 years there is like 5 minutes here. You won’t even be gone for 5 minutes.” Mirrorstor stated, gesturing dramatically.

“Okay, well, I don’t wanna stay for 5 years.” Alistor glared.

“Well, we won’t stay for 5 years- It was an example of how time works,” Mirrorstor stated. “Why is time so slow?” Alistor questioned. “For plot convenience.” “Ah. I see.” Alistor remarked.

Mirrorstor shook their head and beamed. “Unimportant! What is important is that your gay ass is going to your story! Cool, huh?”

“Oh, yeah. That. How do we get there?” Alistor tilted their head to the side. “Are you gonna, like, portal me to the next layer of the flipside?”

“That’s a really obscure reference no one will get. No, I’m not gonna portal you. Come here.”

“This is a vile, wicked hive of scum and villainy,” Alistor muttered before they leaned forward on the counter, placing their computer down to avoid dropping it into the sink. 

Abruptly, a hand emerged from the mirror, enclosing their mouth and muting any potential screams. The touch of the hand was chilling, resembling the icy embrace of death. Its grasp felt excruciating, similar to tiny needles piercing their skin. Although the hand felt like a corpse, its grip was unyielding, refusing to release the terrified child. Without a sound, it forcefully dragged them into the depths of the mirror, plunging Alistor into pure darkness.