"Y/n"
What a pretty name, you thought. You love pretty names. Especially when it comes from pretty people. And you could say that you yourself are pretty.
It's your first time seeing yourself. You see them through a puddle of blood. You see you are pretty. You like the word 'pretty'. That's what they call people like you, don't they?
But you don't see yourself very long. You run. Running faster than ever. You feel the wind hit your face as it collides on your body. It's cold, but you like it. You like the feeling of 'cold'.
You run outside. It's still grey everywhere. Still better than white. You feel your surroundings. It's lukewarm.
You run to a door. It opens. You run outside. It's green. It's cold. You like it here. But you don't stay for longer. You run again.
You don't run to a door this time. A circle opens in front of you. You like circles. You go through the circle.
It's starry. Pretty. Just like you.
You see yourself in shining surfaces. You get close to it, and it shows a place.
It looks nice. You like that place. It looks pretty. So you run to the mirror. You enter the place.
The place isn't very pretty anymore.
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♪Your Face On My Mirror♪ || GenderNeutral!Y/n × Everyone
Fanfiction[COVER ART: PINTEREST/CANVA] [WARNING: I WRITE Y/N AS "YOU"] ~(You are Y/n (duh), a dimension hopper, traveling through shows and series to meet your favourite characters, and making friends (and maybe a romantic partner) along the way, while learni...
