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J4M33..
A name I've given her because she doesn't have a name.
I gave her mine because she looks like me.
How did all of this even happen? Oh, I remember.
The mirror, of course. How could I even forget...
One day, me and my friends went to that abandoned haunted funhouse. They were fixated on dark magic for some reason, and they needed a specific book. The shopkeeper, a witch who practices all sorts of magic, told us that there was an old book inside the funhouse that was left behind for years. How did she know that specific book was there all this time?
Hah... why couldn't we just go to the library?!
Once inside, it was like any typical funhouse despite its age. It still had its ways tricking us as we navigated it. We got separated and I remember falling through a trapdoor. Suddenly, I was in a room full of mirrors. It was dark and I couldn't see anything, so I used my horn to light up the room.
God, it was creeping me out...
I could've sworn the mirrors had figures staring at me. I couldn't make out the shape, but they looked like demons from books I've read. Ignoring it all, I was unconsciously leaning my hand against the mirrors as I walked to find a way out.
Then, I touched her mirror.
Something happened as if our magic bonded mysteriously with each other. It felt like someone was touching my hand on the other side of the mirror. It had to be J4, who else would it be? I remember the feeling on my hand. It felt warm, yet cold.
But my hand wouldn't let go as if it was glued to her mirror. Was she trying to drag me inside and replace me? Thankfully, that didn't happen. I was able to free my hand while falling to the floor. Normally, anyone would just get up and run. I have no clue why I sat there watching this with my own eyes. But then again, nobody would believe me telling this story.
You wouldn't believe me, right?
Suddenly, her mirror glowed and she slowly walked out with ease. Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.
She was free.
She looked just like me except, she didn't. Her eyes, they were obnoxiously large for her head. That creeped me out as it stared right into my soul. She had my human form down with some differences. The gradient in her hair was missing, her hair was shorter, twintails floated beside her head and she carried a scythe instead of a paintbrush. Her ears and horn were extremely long and sharp, in comparison to mine being short and round. She had this look to her that I can't describe. She seemed... blocky? Low-poly? Something out of an old 90's video game. Gosh, It's so hard to explain...
She just stood there, staring at me with a creepy smile as if she was saying "Hello". But I couldn't tell if that smile was friendly, or it was the last thing I'd see. She didn't say a word, just silence between us stretching the room. Without a thought in my mind, I immediately ran away from fear. All I could remember is my legs kept moving on their own, the adrenaline coursing through my veins. My legs were burning like fire and my brain was telling myself to stop running, but I couldn't. Not with her looking at me like that!
Eventually, I somehow made my way out of the funhouse finding the entrance to the door. My friends were outside waiting for me wondering where I was after we got separated. I retold the events that happened and how J4 was released. They seemed to have thought I was joking, but they knew I wasn't one to tell lies or detailed fake stories in a way.
Maybe it was because I was sweating bullets panting like crazy with fear in my eyes, like I've seen a ghost...
At the end of the day, they believed me. They found their stupid book and we got out of there. We never went back to that abandoned funhouse, though I don't know if my friends still go inside to snag any other mysterious old books left behind.
I have so many questions about you J4....
Are you friendly?
Are you evil?
Why are you obsessed with me?
Were you abandoned?
Do you have a family?
Why were you trapped in the mirror?
I don't even know....
Nowadays, she likes to stare at me from afar like a stalker. I've grown used to ignoring her, even though the chills gets me when our eyes meet at random moments. She can teleport and reappear in thin air. It creeps me out because I can't predict when it happens. I can't even sense her magic when she's around, is she purposely masking it to hide from me?
I'm a Unibun for goodness sake, I should know this and sense her!
Her aura gives off murderous undertones when she sees me around others. It's like she wants me all to herself, and will kill anyone who gets close to me with that large scythe of hers.
I can't tell what's on her mind. She can't speak any words, but I can see her emotions through her eyes. Strange how you can decipher emotions through one's eyes...
Her voice, is nonexistent.
It's static.
White noise.
Noise that never ends...
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