A Nasty Chess mate

"Filled with curiosity, I ventured into the unknown. My ears kept capturing whispers and distant mutterings. Were they illusions in my disturbed mind, or were they, perhaps, memories I longed to erase? After a few minutes, I stumbled upon an inky, dusty chair and a chess table that piqued my interest."

"As I slumped in the chair, lost in thought, I was startled by a girl who bore an uncanny resemblance to me."

Kidnapped by merciful inkiness, Coraline was to find herself facing herself, for she encountered an unbearable, girly reflection.
Who would win, the stubborn analyst or the social butterfly?