Mirrors. (Eddsworld Fanfic)

Mirrors. (Eddsworld)

Have you ever wondered why Matt enjoys mirrors so much? Why he's so prideful and narcissistic? Why he thinks so highly of himself? Well, it's not because he genuinely believes that, let alone even think that. No. In fact, he feels as though it's the complete opposite.

You see, Matt wasn't always the happy-go-lucky type. He was actually very miserable. Growing up, all the other kids would make fun of his formidable chin or his lack of intelligence, the twisted and cruel words soon evolving into physical violence. Ever since, he's more comfortable with isolation. Or adjusted to, at least. Either way, after being deserted by friends constantly, he wasn't exactly sure on how to open up to others about his depression, anxiety, and self doubt, especially since most people portray him as confident and self adoring.

It frightened Matt thinking about how they'd react. What would they say? What would they do? Would they reject him as well and abandon him just like everyone else?

As the thoughts continued to bombarde each other, Matt stood in front of the bathroom mirror, burning hot tears welling up in his eyes.

"I'm fine..... It's okay, I'm okay.... Just smile.... Don't cry.... Please don't cry...."

He thought, as it suddenly became difficult to hold back the tears. His lips quivered, his knees shook, and he curled his hands into tight little balls, his knuckles turning white.

"F.... Fuck....!"

He whimpered out, slapping a hand over his mouth as he sobbed harshly, yet quietly. This is the same pain he has to experience every single day, and each day hurts more than the last.

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As Matt hid away in the bathroom, Tom, Tord, and Edd all groaned in exasperation when they realized Matt wasn't in his bedroom or in the dining room.

"Dammit," said Tom. "Looks like we're using the restroom in the diner again."

Edd's face scrunched up.

"Oh, lovely. A filthy bathroom that stinks."
"Well, that's Matt for you," said Tord. "Always trying to look his absolute best. We all know how much he loves mirrors."

Tom sighed.

"It's at times like these I wish he didn't like mirrors. It's become a real drag rather than some annoying obsession."

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Little did they know that Matt despised mirrors more than anything, and as he continued to weep silently in the bathroom it only made his hatred grow. He hated mirrors.... He hated how they reminded him of his past. He hated how they made him wish his chin was normal. He hated how they made him wish he himself was normal, or at least to a degree. The negative and pessimistic thoughts soon turned into voices in his head, chanting names he had been called over the years, making his sobs harder to muffle. He couldn't seem to find the strength, the will, to calm down and realize that he's in a safe place now. And if he did, I doubt he'd do it.

While the gang joked about Matt's adoration for mirrors, he was having a breakdown because of one.