Stitches | Twisted Wonderland (Discontinued)

Omake #1

I'm not quite done with the next chapter of the plot but I feel I need to publish something this week. Therefore I put this. An omake. Apparently, it means extra in Japanese. It's practically filler not important to the plot whatsoever.

This omake is what would've been placed during the time the dark mirror was reading [Name]'s soul.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

It was a bit startling when the thing to pull you out of your thoughts was loud. Very loud. Annoyingly loud. What was that loud thing you may ask? Crowley yelling 'certainly not' while slamming a pair of door open.

"Ah. He back."

Y/n looked up and saw people. A lot of people. Too many people. She pulled the hood farther over her face in hopes of making herself invisible.

"Of all the ridiculousness! We were missing one of our newest students so I took it upon myself to go and retrieve them." He defended. He turned to y/n. "Now, it seemed you are the last to be sorted. Leave the raccoon to me and present yourself before the Dark Mirror."

As y/n stepped towards the mirror, she could feel all of their eyes on her. She felt as if she had to dissect a body in front of people. The task itself was simple but in front of people other than her father felt difficult Much more difficult.

The mirror's face stared and then spoke. "State thy name."

"Stein. Y/n Stein." she said slowly. The mirror hummed.

"The shape of thy soul it..." It paused. The pause was long as It's eyes widened. It let out an inhuman screach, horrified at whatever it had seen. "What the fuck is that?!" It yelled. People began whispered in confusion. "How do I-what do I-what is this?!" It studdered. "How do I assess this?! I don't...I don't know."

"IMPOSSIBLE!" Crowley shouted. 

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Looking back at all the grammar mistakes I made even in that small section is horrendous. I would go back and fix the entire but hehe I'm fucking lazy to do all that so I'll just fix up that little section.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ . 

It was a bit startling for one to be pulled out of their thoughts by a loud sound. An annoying loud sound. ''What or who made this sound,'' you may ask. Crowley did. "Certainly not," he yelled as he slammed a pair of doors open. 

"Ah," someone said, "he's back."

[Name] looked up and saw people. Too many people for her taste. With a slight frown, she pulled the hood farther over her face in hopes of making herself invisible. 

"Of all the ridiculousness! We were missing one of our newest students so I took it upon myself to go and retrieve them," Crowley said as he defended himself. He turned to [Name], "now, it seemed you are the last to be sorted." The bird man gestured to the struggling Grim, "leave the raccoon to me and present yourself before the Dark Mirror." 

[Name] nodded, seeing as she really had no choice in the matter, and made her way toward the large Mirror. As she walked, she could feel the stares of everyone in the room. It made her feel uneasy, which was odd for someone who typically could care less for the stares people would give them. It made her feel as if she had to dissect a body in front of an audience. The task of dissection was simple, something she could do with her eyes closed. However, if in front of an audience other than her father or miss Azrael, she would feel her hands begin to shake when holding a scalpel. The eyes on her made the task difficult. Much more difficult. 

[Name] stood in front of the mirror and stared at it as much as it stared at her. "State thy name," the voice of the mirror commanded.
"Stein. [Name] Stein," she responded calmly and slowly.

The mirror hummed, "the shape of thy soul is..." it trailed. It stared at [Name] up and down before its face contorted into one of horror and it let out an inhuman screech; clearly horrified at whatever it had seen. "What the fuck is that," it yelled. Its use of profanity shook everyone in the room. Typically the Dark Mirror was collected and formal. To use profanity was very out of the ordinary. It rose the question. What did it see? "How do I--what do I--what is this," it studdered out. "How do I assess this?" There was a long pause before the Mirror spoke again. "I don't know," it muttered. 

"IMPOSSIBLE," Crowley yelled out. 

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

In summary, what would've happened is this

Dark Mirror: *reads [Name]'s soul*
Dark Mirror: *Confused screeching*