Reflective Detective One Shots!

Dizzy

The room spun as Glisten worked on perfecting his trick. He had been working on a little move that let him teleport using other toons and reflections. Right now, his vanity was the subject of his testing. Glisten leaned against the wall, pulling away from it for a moment. He felt a wobble in his knees, and he fell back against the wall for support.

Glisten lifted a hand to his mouth. He hadn't perfected it yet, the nausea always stopped him. He felt like he would throw up at any moment. He swallowed the spur taste in his throat, feeling his dizziness begin to rest.

He had to be perfect. He had to be, he always did. Then he would be loved, adored! Glisten straightened his back, flattening the ribbon around his waist with his hands. He glanced at his reflection in the vanity. Was he always so pale, or was it a side effect of the nausea? Glisten shook the thought from his head, counting down. One, two, and... Poof!

Glisten warped across the room, right in front of the vanity. He felt proud for a moment before he felt an overwhelming headache, and he was unable to focus. Glisten fell to his knees, his hand finding the stool he'd set aside. He attempted to force himself back up, but finding it only worsened his dizziness, he stayed put.

He heard footsteps tapping from the corridor. For the producer's sake, why now? Of course, whoever it was knocked on his door, which Glisten finally noticed had been open a crack. He paled at the thought of being seen in such a weak state. They would think he wasn't able, that he was a failure! Glisten couldn't have that! He forced himself to his feet, though he nearly threw up from the sudden motion. He hoped it would get better at some point...

Rodger opened the door after a moment. The sight before him was Glisten leaning on the vanity, a hand over his mouth and a noticeable sweat forming on his reflective face. Glisten looked at Rodger, forcing a smile and good posture.

"Isn't it rude to enter without knocking? I was just... Finding something I dropped!"

Any excuse to be on the floor would do for Glisten. Of course, the detective looked less than thrilled. He didn't believe Glisten in the slightest. He wandered over, looking in the mirror.

"I have a keen eye, Glisten. You should really take your time with this, if it makes you so ill-"

"No! I'm perfectly capable! I can do it a dozen times and be perfectly fine!" Glisten protested, stomping his foot slightly. Though, he regretted the action almost immediately, feeling light headed. Rodger blinked.

"You are capable, Glisten. But you should go slowly. Doing this too much could cause you to hurt yourself." Rodger almost scolded, but his tone was much too worried to be angry. Glisten rolled his eyes.

"Whatever... I'll get it perfect the next try, then you'll see! I don't need advice!"

Rodger sighed. One could imagine him pinching the bridge of his nose, if he had one, "I'll get you something for the headaches and nausea. Just slow down a bit."

With that, Rodger left. He knew there was little point arguing with the toon. Glisten felt a bit bad for fighting Rodger on it, but he shook his head free of the thought. He walked back to the other side of the room, glanced into the mirror, and readied himself to try again.

He had to be perfect. He would be. Just a little more practice would make it all worth it.