Reflections of the Past | Ghost and Pals fanfic

22# Distorted

Flower woke up in cold sweat, her blanket missing and sleepy sand in her eyes. She assumed the blanket might've been on the ground, so she sat up and rubbed her tear ducts, her leg lightly grazing the wooden floor. Nothing.

Her arm reached out in order to turn on the night lamp, just to find the blanket floating in the middle of the air, and some... tiny fairies holding it. Not those feminine, magical, colorful fairies from illustrations in children's books, but rather strange angel-looking creatures with moth wings. Flower blinked, rubbing her eyes again to figure out whether she was hallucinating or not. High-pitched giggles filled the room as they flew out, carrying the blanket with them.

"Hey!" Flower shouted as she got up, but eventually tripped over a thick notebook and fell to the ground on her chin, causing her teeth to collide. "Ah—" she groaned as she sat up, rubbing her chin in pain before her gaze wandered to the notebook she had definitely seen before. Her great grandmother's diary.

She picked it back up as she sat back on the bed, reaching her hand out towards the night lamp in order to turn it on. Her fingers lightly flipped the pages and back to the page she had read before, the one where she had written about the man from the mirror, the one Flower had experienced before. "Magnolia."

Flower couldn't help but wonder... Who was the man who had turned her into a traveler in the first place?

She shook her head and shut the diary again. Stupid mirror dimension. Why would she care about that? It brought her nothing but stress with this entire business with all of this "oh, help them" or trying to figure out mysteries. Doesn't matter, she had to stay in her universe, otherwise she'd get in danger.

That man's voice... it suddenly reappeared. Faint talking from the chamber. Flower froze. The last time she'd heard it was... an eternity ago. Why did he come now? Should she follow?

Her curiosity won over and she got up from her bed, hesitantly following the direction of the noise. She walked to the door, touching the wall before finally finding the door handle. A creaking sound announced the opening of the old wooden door.

She slowly tiptoed towards the chamber, her soft socks causing no sound.

As she hesitantly entered, she was met by the sight of a strange device lying on the carpet, one with a screen... a phone. But she didn't know that phones could even look like that, especially when she was used to phones with buttons. That familiar man's voice came from that mobile.

It was playing the exact same 20s movie Flower had already watched with her friends.

The one starring Christopher Pierre.

Flower's eyes narrowed as she slowly picked up the phone, staring at the screen in disbelief. That man who had turned Flower into a traveler in the first place was...

Before she realized it, a wet cloth was held over her mouth and nose. Her instinctive scream was muffled, and her attempts of releasing herself from the stranger's grasp failed as the world... blurred... slowly... to... black...

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Christopher ran through dark shady alleys, his eyes darting to each and every silver looking object that had the slight resemblance of those creatures taking over the dimension... all of that because of only himself.

As he did so, a trashcan suddenly tipped over and fell to the ground, causing one of those demons to jump at him. Christopher's reflexes kicked in and he swung the metal bat at it, hitting it right in the head. When the demon landed on the ground and lied there motionless, Christopher let out a huff of amusement and nudged the now unconscious body with the tip of his weapon. "Good try, Adres," he murmured to himself with a grin spreading across his face that was hidden behind that mask of his. "Your little 'pets' might've gotten faster, but they'll never be fast enough. They might've gotten stronger, but they'll never be strong enough. I'll always be one step ahead."