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    [size=8]･ﾟ★ ☾ this place is a lot more interesting than you had thought it would be. you already figured it was going to be neat, or "cool" like you once said, but its passed your initial expectations. nearly everything around here is broken down and/or in a state of disrepair, but the place somehow gives off this antique-homely vibe. does.. does that make sense? you don't know. your lithe feet carry you over expanses of deadened land, each step rejuvenating the patch of grass blades with a burst of yellow flowers. you swing your body over puddles of muddy water, head tilted to a side as your eyes hone in on faded scrawl that weathered signs bare.


    its all very eye-catching to you, but the one thing that really pulls you in is a disheveled and unkempt building with its dark pink paint peeling off in hardened strips. it lacks a frontside, so all you need to do is look in to see the guts of the building; theres endless rows of mirrors, criss-crossing one another in a complex maze. you move in to investigate further, getting up close and personal with the glass. you expect to see, well, yourself. instead you get some distorted reflection of what you think is supposed to be you, but your head is gargantuan and your body is tiny. "oh."


    you glance away from the mirror with big eyes, overlooking your body with a panicked expression because you fail to see the joke. outside of the mirror, you appear to look relatively normal- or how you usually look, so you're absolutely baffled by the fact that your reflection harshly lacks the symmetry. you whip your head back around to face it, pushing yourself up on your hindpaws and pressing your forepaws against the cool glass, a startled, "what?!" toppling from your lips.[fancypost=border-width:0;color:#BDA0A6;font-size:12pt;letter-spacing:-2px][center]i'm a n-n-nervous wreck / [color=#fff]tags

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    the large child padded ungracefully along, head moving from side to side as she took in the place. it wasn't the most interesting, really, everything was broken down and the tall metal skeletons were mostly too thin for her eyes to focus on, and so she continued on without really looking at anything better than sideways glance. the buildings drew perhaps the most attention of anything, because they offered a large focal point and bright colors to help catch her attention.


    with blue eyes wide she drifted closer to a particularly long pink building, drawn in by its unusual lack of one of the usual walls. she was too close at this point to really make out what lay inside, besides a whole lot of the same thing, though the sound of frisk's voice hit her ears and she plodded closer on heavy paws. "frisk!" she called, spotting the familiar brown shape investigating one of the objects. she peered closer at it, seeing that it was a looking glass. not a particularly good one at that, because the reflection was distorted and misshapen. "why is it like that?" she asked frantically, looking back at he feline to see if her body was, in fact, correctly shaped.
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    I'LL BELIEVE IT ALL — chara — traveler — nonbinary — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]"It's a mirror, you stupid fuck." The canine had been watching their now feline friend looking at themselves in confusion at the mirror. It was like the other had never seen when before. Didn't they see it. Oh.. Yeah, never mind. The canine could only assume so, because at Toriel's home she had a mirror. Long time ago, so it figures their soulmate had forgotten. Chara paid no heed towards the Bengal tiger, despite the fact the tiger could easily kill them in a few moments. Well, if they wanted to that is. I'm surrounded by morons.


    [size=8]･ﾟ★ ☾ you glance toward sparks as she comes up, giving the fellow child a hapless shrug, "maybe its jinxed?" you offer up, trying to come up with some sort of answer to this odd transgression. you're not really sure why the mirror has made you appear so disfigured and funky-looking, but this is the best solution you can come up with.


    you barely bat an eye at charas crude tone, having long been acquainted to the sarcastic edge in their voice. its normal for them. the swearing, however, "watch your mouth!" you scold, leaning over to try and bop the dead child on the nose, expression stern. you dont care how old chara really is; they still should take into account that other children are in the vicinity, children who arent over twenty or thirty so years. "what kind of mirror does that?" you demand after taking their words into account, curses aside. "that doesnt look like me at all." [fancypost=border-width:0;color:#BDA0A6;font-size:12pt;letter-spacing:-2px][center]i'm a n-n-nervous wreck / [color=#fff]tags