Duality Doesn't Exist [Set It Off] [[DISCONTINUED]]

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The mirror was fixed completely. Every broken shard was now whole again, albeit smeared with blood.

But that was the problem. It may have been fixed, but it wasn't a portal. It was an everyday old diamond mirror.

"I don't get it," Mirror Maxx said, looking dumbfounded at the mirror. "This was supposed to work, why isn't it working?" He rubbed the rag on his cut hand, which was dripping wet with blood. "We...we fixed it!"

"Apparently not," Maxx muttered. He tapped the glass agitatedly. "There's gotta be something else, hold on." He took his phone out. "I'll be looking online for anything."

"Yeah, that seems like the best idea." Everyone else took out their phones. Mirror Maxx looked on with Maxx. He was already typing in, 'How to make a satanic portal work again'

The search results weren't the helpful. Most of them dealt with Stranger Things.

'How to fix a dimensional portal'

"My search history is gonna be so fuckin' stupid after this," Zach said, sitting down on the couch. "How to fix mirror portal. How stupid is that?"

"All I'm getting is Rick and Morty stuff," Dan said.

Cody groaned. "I don't think there's anything. I mean, this isn't exactly a common occurrence." He sat down next to Zach.

"What if the mirror broke on Rayne's side?" Mirror Maxx pondered aloud. "And that's why it isn't working."

"Maybe," Maxx said. "That kinda makes sense, but... how would it break over there?"

"Probably the dogs. The could have knocked it over."

"How to fix diamond hell portal," Zach murmured user his breath.

"Somebody has to know how this thing was made," Maxx said, not looking up from his phone. "At least how to fix it! It couldn't have just... started existing."

"I agree, but... no way would we find them," Mirror Maxx said. "The whole dimension is really old. Whoever made it, if it was even made by a human, would be dead by now." He looked at the mirror, his reflection not seeming to be his own. He's stared at it for so long, he didn't recognize himself.

"This is fucking stupid," Cody said, tense as he raped on his phone. "We fixed the fuckin' thing and now it doesn't even work."

"How to fix a dimensional mirror." Zach groaned, sitting back.

A cold chill swept through the living room. A shrill scream sounded in the same tone they've heard the others: as if right in front of them, yet so far away. Then, lots of barking.

"Something's working," Mirror Maxx huffed. "Obviously."

The temperature was getting colder by the minute as they searched and the day wore on. Everyone had eventually put on jackets or gone to their rooms. Mirror Maxx was all by himself in the living room after a while. With nothing but the light of the soft lamp shining on him with all the curtains drawn, he traced his fingers over the mirror's edge, hoping for something to magically start working.

You should sleep soon, Maxx said in his head. We need all the sleep we can get.

'What if it starts working and nobody's around to see?' He said back. 'I've gone weeks without sleep before, I'll be fine.' He tapped on the mirror lightly, sighing. He could see his breath. 'I'm only worried about the cold.'

Come on, I won't stop bothering you until you actually sleep.

'It's going to work soon.' Mirror Maxx tapped the glass more agitated. 'I know it.' He felt a sharp pain in his neck, and he growled, clawing at the vine that still stuck to his skin after all this time. No matter what he tried, he couldn't pry it off. It pulsed and grew every day, even if it was just a little. By now, it had grown all the way around his neck, starting to grow up towards his mouth.