Mirrored Worlds, Sequel to Demonic Heroes

Ch 11: Unfinished Homes

Oam’s POV:
Where am I? All I see is white. It feels like I can’t breath. Where’s Mao Mao? Last thing I
remember is… no no no no NO! I look around. Why isn’t Pure Heart Valley here? Any version
would be fine, ANY. This… this was what it was like, being the mirror. I want to leave, I can’t be
here, oh god please tell me I’m not stuck here. I miss Mao Mao. I miss Snugglemagne. I miss
home. Where is my home? Where is-
“Hello?” I hear a muffled voice, as if I was in water. I turn to see Mao Mao but…
unfinished. Like he was a sketch that someone gave up. I can’t breathe, why can’t I breathe?
“Let me help you.” Um… sketch Mao Mao grabbed my hand pulling me out of what I was stuck
in. I don’t even know myself.
“I… Where am I? Where’s Pure Heart Valley?”
“Oh! Well, My world is unfinished, so there is no Pure Heart Valley.” I can’t think of how
to reply. Unfinished? What does that mean? ' “Let me guess, you’re confused.”
“Didn’t know there was a mind reading Mao Mao.” Sketch Mao Mao chuckled, and I
couldn’t help but grin. He kinda reminds me of Mao Mao. At least, my Mao Mao. “But what do
you mean by ‘unfinished’?”
“I don’t know how but a lot of my world is… missing. I guess that my home just couldn’t
become a real world. And since my world is unfinished, I somehow just knew that I wasn’t the
only version of me. I don’t know why I’m unfinished, and there seems to be no reason. I’m just…
incomplete.” Sketch Mao Mao looked down at his hands as he spoke to me. Is this real? Is there
really an unfinished world? And how does one this incomplete stay alive?
“Do… Do you have any memories? Besides ones of being incomplete.”
“Yes, but there are shards of a memory, and none of them are to the same one. I
remember Dad,and my sisters, but only when they were talking to me. I also remember
Badgerclops and Orangasnake. I think we were trying to get something. Orangasnake wanted
to use it for evil, and I only wanted to take it so Orangusnake couldn’t harm anyone. I think I was
successful, both because I remember feeling like I was suddenly really powerful, but also
because I remember a hateful expression on Orangasnake’s face… I wish I could remember
more though.” Sketch Mao Mao chuckled softly.
“... So you’re alone?”
“Yeah, no one is here but me. Well, and you, but I was really lonely. But I’ll be honest,
I’m kinda glad you're here. Is that bad?”
“N-no, I know how it feels so I don’t really think so.”
“Oh… if you don’t mind me asking, how?” I fall silent.
“I’m not a normal person. I’m a shapeshifter, and before I was, well, alive, I was just
trapped in a mirror, floating in a white void. No one to talk to, no one to care about or love. It
was horrible. So I guess I know what it’s like.” … Why am I doing this? Why am I telling him
about my past, I barely know him.
“I’m so sor-”
“I shouldn’t have opened up so much.”
“What, why?!” Sketch Mao Mao looked me straight in the eye. Why does he have to look
so much like him?
“I shouldn’t have said anything. You must’ve gone through worse. I never should’ve told
you, I’m sorry. I-” I… why… why is he hugging me? Sketch pulls away, leaving his hands on my
shoulders.
(Next part is actually drawn to add more drama)
“Please, don’t say I went through worse. Don’t compare your pain to mine. What
happened to you and what happened to me can’t be compared. Our pain is different, it depends
on the person. So please don’t act like what you went through isn’t a big problem. Please… just
please don’t.” … I start crying, I can’t hold back the tears.
“T-thank you… so much.”

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