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Good Day

Last night was nice. Nothing special really happened, and that's just how I like it. Cookie's still sleeping, and I don't blame him. I guess the energy he had yesterday is finally gone. 

Allton will be delighted, so I won't tell him. If he wants happiness he'll kill for it, that's what he does. Why I haven't called the cops yet is beyond me, maybe because I know he would end me. My goal is to beat him to it, and I think that's his goal, too. He's the person who knocks me down the most. Not in a physical sense, he just insults me and makes me feel like shit.

But that's in the past. 

Mr. Rook's dead, Allton's responsible, and now Cookie's here. The only person I've ever met with the guts to confront Mr. Rook on his bullshit. I'm feeling... good for once. Yeah. Cookie is here, and Allton, I hope he'll see this as an opportunity. 

Today will be great.

That's enough morning for this morning, I should probably get dressed, fix my hair, just wake up...

"oh, pardon me, you aren't my friend."

"What the fuck are you?!"

"could you lower your voice, please, my friend is still sleeping."

"Fine, why are you in my mirror?"

"i live in mirrors, and yours is quite nice."

"This is a nice mirror, I get that. But what are you?"

"i'm a mirror snake."

"... a mirror snake?"

A mirror snake, how high am I?

"yeah. snake-like critters that live in mirrors, offering guidance, advice, or just a friend."

"Why are you here?"

"so many questions, and all the time to answer them. i'm here for your friend. i came with him."

"Hmm. I'll ask him about that later."

"oh really."

"Yeah... yeah really. I've never seen something like you... am I still asleep?"

"no, no, you're fully conscious. this reaction is reasonable, maybe i should go and spare your sanity."

I am conscious, but seeing and taking to shadowy snake figures. This can't be real, I'm freaking out, what do I do? I don't want them to go... I need to know more.

"Wait, don't go, I... actually think you're really cool. I'm just not used to things like you. I hope that wasn't offensive."

The sting returns, this time I'm positive it''s embarrassment.

"that's... actually nice. normally people try to kill me or think i have negative intentions. your friend was the first person to accept me."

"That sounds like him. How long have you known him?"

"i don't know. maybe 4 years or so."

"What's his name?"

"he's gone by multiple. what do you call him?"

"Cookie or Smallfry, per his request."

"then that's his name."

"Damn, you're good."

"i know."

"I should get ready before Cookie wakes up, stay safe, mirror buddy."

"thank you."

That was... odd. But who am I to care. They're nice and I'm glad Cookie has another friend here. But, I shouldn't dwell on this all day. Yeah, mirror things exist. What is happening. 

No bother. All my favorite clothes are clean, my hair looks great, and speaking of my hair, I can finally get it cut. Goodbye shaggy, hello shaggy, but sophisticated. 

Today will be ok.  

I walk into the main room, hoping to find some food and forget whatever just happened. Everything looks the same, I'm not dreaming, I need to let go.

"Good morning, Mr. Rook."

"Morning, Ringer."

WHAT. WHAT THE FUC

"WHY ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?!"

"You really thought I was dead?"

"YES. I saw you, with my own eyes, you were there, bleeding on the couch, it. Was. Everywhere!"

I'm losing it, how many times must my reality be broken? What did I do to deserve this?

"That, child, is called makeup and acting."

"But why? Why do that? There is no visible benefit from acting dead, other than giving me a serotonin boost and a good nights sleep. So, you know what? Do it again."

"Calm down, Ringer. I did it to see how you handle-"

"I've been handling fine, no thanks to you. I don't care what you did or why you did it. You have done nothing that a father figure should do. All while I was a kid, you were off getting drunk instead of being a good father. Not just to me, but to your BIOLOGICAL SON. I am done dealing with you. I don't care what's going to happen to me, but you are done."

I wasn't thinking straight. What I did wasn't my purest intentions, I swear on everything above or below. That wasn't me, it could have been that mirror snake, possessing my brain and tainting it with it's mirror venom. I don't know how they work. I know nothing, nothing! It should've been me, no one would care. I'd be doing everyone a favor.

What did I do?

I shot him. 

Today will be shit.