The Mysterious One | Twisted Wonderland x Male! Oc

~⚰🪞𝔄𝔯𝔠 0-2 ⤁ 𝔚𝔥𝔶 𝔞𝔪 ℑ 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢?🪞⚰~

Even from the outside, they could perfectly hear the students debating whether or not their headmage would be able to attend the opening ceremony due to his stomach ache. Kylar laughed, slightly embarrassing the said headmage standing in front of him.

*BANG*

"Absolutely not a stomach ache!" Dire Crowley boomed as he strode inside the chamber when the doors swung open.

All eyes were on the headmage when they entered, but the students soon noticed another teenager trailing behind him. The adolescent stood around the same height as a typical college student(170-175cm), slightly concealed behind Dire Crowley's overflowing robe, matching the color of his mask. His own robes reached down his arms and legs, concealing most of his skin. His white hair floated over his face, shielding his eyes. The cowl around his neck mostly obscured his intriguing features as he stared back at the eyes on him with a strange expression on his face.

Kylar surveyed the room as he walked behind Crowley, slightly frowning at the people around him. Is this some kind of cult? Are you forming a ritual? Why is everyone wearing black robes?!

"A new student had gone missing, so I went out to find them," The headmage placed one hand on Kylar's shoulder, the other still on the cord, now a leash, attached to the raccoon. The people continued to face him, some glaring, some peeking, some frowning, some merely curious. Kylar ignored them. He had spent so much of his life dismissing people's opinions of him that it came naturally to him now.

"You're the only one left now." Dire Crowley explained, "Go to the Dark Mirror, and it will direct you to your dormitory." Kylar stepped in front of an oval-shaped mirror encased by a golden frame, but instead of showing his reflection, it remained a void of darkness. So, he was mildly startled when a ghost-like face appeared in the mirror.

It stated in a flat voice, "state your name."

Kylar whispered, a little perplexed, "Kylar Krimson." Only the principal and the raccoon who stood near him heard his name, unfortunately for the rest of the students in the room who were quite interested in him. Kylar looked at the Dark Mirror and noted that it was squinting its eyes, a puzzled expression on its deathly pale face.

There was a long pause before the Dark Mirror spoke again. "Hmm... Where to place him? I do not know." Everyone in the room froze in disbelief, and whispers began to arise from various students in the room. Dire Crowley only stared in disbelief, unnerved by the unexpected response.

"How is this possible?" The headmaster's voice echoed throughout the room even though his voice was hushed, shocked.

"The soul not of this world,
the energy both alike and dissimilar,
Smooth on the outside, yet deeper it is stranger
A shadow rises to the blind.
It dances, Terribly in pain and is riddled with mazes.
So, therefore, he is unsuitable for any dorm."

As soon as the mirror finishes, the entire hall is again filled with whispers of bewilderment. Kylar stared at the now black mirror, curiosity, wonder, and a little humiliation screwing up his face. The words of the mirror echoed in his thoughts, a soul not of this world. That can't be possible... right? Am I really in another world? Well, if I am, then things will get interesting~

"GET DOWN EVERYONE!" A boy screamed, noticing a neon flare of fire in the action. Kylar was yanked back to reality–or a different reality at least– from his thoughts, and he looked up to see a short, rosy-haired boy with the name tag; Riddle Roseheart. As soon as they were told, everyone dived down onto the floor, managing to avoid the big blue flames that swooshed over their heads. Kylar was still standing when he was abruptly pushed down onto the floor, pretty harshly as a matter of fact, before he could cast a spell to protect himself.