Ahh... My dear beloved
A lovely and noble flower of evil
Truly, you are the most beautiful of all
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the...
Those who are guided by the dark mirror
As long as your heart desires,
Take the hand that appears in the mirror
For me. For them. For you.
We are all running out of time.
No matter what,
never let go of my hand.
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"Wha...What's that noise...? Is it morning...?" The girl groggily mumbled, her vision overwhelmed by pure darkness as she arose to the unpleasant thumps of a knock on her... Wait where was she? She frantically patted her surroundings like a mime, only for her to grow increasingly more frantic at the confined space she was in. The realisation sunk in like an anchor mooring against the ravenous sea.
She was in a coffin.
"Oh my fuck... I've died," [Name] muttered out in pure disbelief before slapping her hands to her cheek in terror. Maybe she hadn't died...Nobody checked to see if she was alive and buried her anyway! This was bad. Really bad. She wasn't dead damn it!
"Crap. People are coming. Gotta get a uniform while... Grr! The lid is too heavy!" Her worse nightmare fortunately relaxed as she heard someone talking - (she hadn't been buried yet!) - a rather high-pitched voice which could easily be called annoying from outside her coffin. Nonetheless, this was going to be her saviour from the way it was sounding. "Time for my secret move! Guawahuuh~~ There!"
[Name] shrieked loudly as the front of her coffin went up in sapphire blue flames, the heat blasting her skin a bit too close for comfort. However, the creature on the other side was hardly what she expected in the least.
"Ok, ok gotta get... WHAAAA!! Why are you up!" The weird, little, grey rat thing screeched and threw up its arms in fright, almost appearing like a grey cat with blue firey flames wisping from its ears instead of fluff but it had the familiar pink pads on its paws. This didn't seem like a cat. Around its neck was a black and white bow which was torn at the seams and a white fluffy chest. WHY WAS IT TALKING?!
"A talking r-racoon! Wait, why am I in a room of floating coffins?! How many other humans have you killed you sick rat!?" [Name] immediately projected; stumbling out of the coffin, knees wobbly and a sweat coating her brow as she pointed at the weird little monster.
"I ain't killed nobody! And who are you calling a racoon!! I am the Great Grim!" said "the Great Grim." [Name] didn't like how it mocked a smirk on its cat face, its sapphire eyes glinting with mischief. She nearly lost her lunch when she saw its forked tail. "Hurry and gimme those clothes! Otherwise... I'll roast ya!"
Abruptly, a blue fire illuminated Grim from behind him, casting a sinister visage over him. Wait... CLOTHES?! She glanced down at her outfit, a black ceremony robe, far too big on her person like it was tailored for the more square physique of a boy. She looked awful and felt awful - nothing new for her though. Wait... Who had undressed her?!
The girl couldn't think further of it as the blue fire licked fiercely at her shoes - the only thing fitting her properly - reminding her of her situation. She darted out the nearest door she could find before this weird racoon thing could burn her and the clothes.
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The Castle's Cleaning Lady - Twisted Wonderland Reader insert
Fanfiction[Reader x Various] Emerging from a coffin, [Name] stumbles into a new world - broke, nothing to her name and homeless and, now, somehow, is enrolled into a prestigious magic school named Night Raven College. Even worse, it's an all boy school and s...
