Multiverse Mashup

Flipped-Script: Boxed-In

Stars = Blue

Yani = Corrupted Blue

I tried with the picture above

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A hand presses against the unyielding surface. It's cold like ice, yet smooth like marble. He longs to be on the other side once more, running with friends. Saving people from burning houses, pets stuck in trees, even snack times that ran out of snacks. His wants fall flat, like his hand as he's forced to stand. Standing behind the other, who mocks him from outside. The other calls himself a soldier yet Yani is no soldier. Stars watches everything from where he stands. Nothing more than a small box, no larger than seven feet each way.

He stands there, watching and waiting. A hand against the smooth surface allows him to look out and see what is happening. Stars stares at Yani with nothing more than disappointment and fear. Yani's dangerous and powerful, wanting to do good yet becoming evil instead. Stars sits down as he watches Yani leave his room. He no longer can see what Yani does, watching him open the door, swinging it out going left. Before staring at the gold decor that falls in front of what he assumes is his window, he sighs. His small box takes on the decor of the larger room he's in. Yet always at a slight angle as he's leaning against the wall. He remembers when he first woke up here, cold and scared. Where one sun becomes two, moving at the same time, always in the same place. Where one chair becomes two. What he saw outside his box would always be formed in his box as well.

Stars stands there, waiting to be free. He's tried to escape before, yet nothing worked. He's tried crying out for help, but no one came. Crying for Ink, a friend who could help him. Yet no one responded. Crying for Dream, a friend he once knew. Yet no one responded. He cried for many days for people to find him and break the smooth cold surface that keeps him in the box. His sockets are red and puffy, and he no longer has any tears left to cry. Stars watches as Yani grows stronger while gaining the thought complex of a god. Stars bangs on the smooth wall, he wants out of this prison he's stuck in.

The deep navy carpet, copying the one from the room, hurts his bare feet as he stands there. The onyx walls suck away any source of light, his eyes barely glow enough for him to see a few feet in front of him. The chair, leather and cold, is in the corner. His box mimics the room he's in. The books upon books on the old wooden shelf are once he cannot read. They're written in English, a language he doesn't know. The small bed with a wooden frame and silk sheets he doesn't rest on. There is no food or water unless someone else brings it into the main room for his box to copy. His box mimics what it sees, what the smooth surface can see.

Stars has tried finding a way out of his prison. Nothing would work. Every time he gets close, his box is always moved to a different room, the smooth surface is covered so he can't know the path taken. Then when the curtain is pulled back, his box changes once more. From the emptiness that comes from the darkness to new decor and furniture to examine. Forever changing, yet for now, he's stuck in the onyx and navy room. When people other than Yani stand in front of his box, they only see themselves looking back. While Yani can see him, Stars stands behind the copy that is formed in his box. He would watch with fascination as the copy would mimic the movements Yani would make. Yet it infuriates him, the one who stuck him there is the only one who can see him.

One day, something changed. Stars was there, sitting there waiting to see something change. Waiting with little hope for his friends when Yani walks in. Stars stops, cautious of what Yani has hidden behind his back. He knows that he's safe in the box, Yani can't harm him from outside, but he's still wary of the corrupted hero. Yani stands there, watching Stars try to see what he has hidden behind his back. He stares with sick satisfaction as he pulls the stone arm out for Stars to see. Stars stares at it with horror and confusion. An arm? Out of stone? Yet his eyes zero in on the small sun painted on the stone arm's wrist. The curls of the sun rays on it.

It's Dream's arm. No one but Ink could paint that sun. He gasps but Yani does not hear it. He wails as he falls to his knees, yet it is silent where Yani stands. Yani's smile grows wider, threatening to split his face if he kept smiling. He stares down at Stars's figure crying in the glass. How he wishes to hear those cries, as he laughs. Yani had found the remains of the statue of Dream, not that Blue would know that Dream was already gone. Yani drops the arm and Stars hurries to pick up the copy his box made.

He can't do this torture anymore. Yani had trapped him in a box to see so many of his friends fall. Fall to the one who calls himself a hero.

"⍙⏃⟟⏁ ⎎⍜⍀ ⋔⟒ ⎎⍀⟟⟒⋏⎅⌇. ⟟'⋔ ☊⍜⋔⟟⋏☌ ⊑⍜⋔⟒ ⌇⍜⍜⋏." Stars wipes his tears, a soft murmur of an apology and hope. He doesn't know how long he's been in the box, and he no longer wishes to go back. How could he go back if nothing is waiting for him anymore? Yani only gave him Dream's arm, but what's to say he hasn't already shattered the statue?

Ink no longer remembers anyone or anything. Becoming nothing more than a feral beast that roams the AUs of their Multiverse. He's seen Yani do so many horrible things and now Yani has taken the last thing he could from Stars. If the wretched front wall is all that is keeping him in the box and alive, then he'll bring it down. He stands up while still holding onto Dream's arm. In a fit of anger and pain, Stars screams as he runs towards the wall before swinging Dream's arm into the smooth, cold glass that is the wall. He shatters it upon impact, and Yani's eyes grow wide with shock as glass sprays back onto Stars and Yani. Stars smiles with sadness, if he can't be with his friends in this world anymore, he'll meet them in the next.

Yani covers his face before waiting for things to calm down. Looking back at what was once a mirror, seeing nothing but shards of glass everywhere. The golden frame once lit up with a magic binding spell, now dull and flat. Stars is gone, and so is the arm. Yani grits his teeth in anger, what a coward Stars was, choosing death. He holds no remorse or guilt. He's got other things to do with his time. Yani turns around, brushing some glass off his outfit before leaving the room once more.

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One of the timelines Blue couldn't hold out any longer after his friends fell (to clarify). And yes. Blue was/is stuck in a mirror while watching everything go to shit.