Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Mirrored worlds || OLD ||

Prologue: The Glass Gate

(??? Saying flashback): A long time ago, my Grandfather said adventure was always out there. He said, "The deep woods, blocked off by Iorn bars, and steel gate. There lies a hidden path of Mystery... And a curse as well... 3 R to make a L, then a F and R, head starstuck forward... and what ever you do after that, DON'T LOOK BACK, or the woods are forever closed. Not accessable, to those who do not head thy warning." I asked him over and over again for that story, with it never getting old. My mother would scold him.

Mom of ???: "Herman, its 20-"
My dad Coughs loudly, with the cold he has.

Dad of ???: "Sorry hone- achoo!" He says sniffing. "I didn mean t-"

Mom of ???: "Its fine, get better honey." She says to dad. "As I was saying... Herman, listen, its not 1927. You can't go out and do whatever you want."

Herman: "I understand sweetie, but give this old man of yours a break, I just wanna tell the story."

My mother sighs Sarcastically loud, before muttering something under her breath. If I recall correctly, she said,"Tell her th- story." I didn't fully hear her. And I never asked. Until it was becoming too late. My grandfather was dying, so I asked him one last time before it was off to dreamland for him. "Tell me the story..."

Herman: "The one where I escaped a mob boss with my life?"

???: "No, the Glass Gate."

Herman: "Oh! The glass gate. Mine and your favorite! (Ahem) Long a-"

???: "Sorry to interrupt. But, can you tell me the Entire story, im old enough now, and I doubt mom will tell it to me correctly."

Mom of ???: "Well I- I... No, your right, I never listened to the story. And I want to know how it ends too.

Dad of ???: "I think we all want to know."

Herman sighed deeply, with a strange and unnerving stare. He finally looked up saying, "I suppose I tell you the real story. As make believe it might be, this is the real story."

Herman narrating:
A long time ago, in a pasture far away, exsists a glass fence, never to decay.

In the meddow past the grove, no one really knows, because its covered in snow, yet all the same, the one to truly know would rise to fame.

So two little children went out to play, and they adventured in the grove for the entire day. And suddenly out of the blue they were on the snowy meddow, where grass also grew.

???: But then, his chearful story... became A little... depressing and nerve racking.

Herman: The two saw a mirror on a tree. In the middle of the snowy meddow, with no other green to be seen. They walked up slowly, and inspected the mirror, one at a time, not noticing somthing different at the time. The girl and the boy exchanged expressions, her's with a grin, she lightly touch the mirror and fell in, to also never be seen ag- aga-

(???: Narrating flashback): He was choking, tears rolling down his eyes. We were so, so, confused, afraid, and... we were interested in this story. It scares me how I listen to this without a problem.

Herman: The boy looked in the mirror, this is what he saw... A shadow smiling at him with a crooked Jaw...

???: Then he spoke quiclky, it was like listening to a rapper who was speaking demonically in reverse.

Herman: The boy ran away with a big grin, and tears running down his chin. He got to town to tell what he saw, "A girl in a spring dress who wore a fake Shawl". The towns people ignored him with a grin saying natural things. One that scared him the most was the mother that he had saying, "Where have you gone too? And wheres your friend?"