i will lead you through this wonderland

[fancylad]

Who: Angus McDonald and YOU or YOUR MIRROR
Where: Hallways, either through mirrors or in person
When: 6/7
Rating: PG probably, will warn if it goes higher
Summary: Angus can't overlook his curiosity anymore.
The Story:

It all started with a simple message on his bedroom mirror, available upon waking up bright and early, almost as if it were perfectly timed with Angus' schedule.

I know something you don't know.

Angus, fighting off the grogginess of an early morning, had rushed over to his mirror to write his response with a dry erase marker instantly gathered from the closet. A simple "Who is this?"

And the response came back, cryptic and irritating.

I know that one too. What else do I know that you don't?

Further attempts to communicate were completely ignored. Angus could just imagine whoever it was on the other side laughing at his ignorance, only because he's so used to being laughed at that he has a sixth sense for when it's going to happen. He bit his cheek and now, now he's brought his investigation outside. If that Mirror won't talk to him anymore, then he'll just have to get another opinion. Maybe not on this particular mystery, but on some more general ones. He did still want a Mirror's perspective on their own motives and surroundings. He's interviewed a few people that have been there from this side, but only listening to half the witnesses' testimony would be a fatal mistake.

So he brings with him his dry erase marker, a thick navy blue Expo, and a rag to erase with. On several of the mirrors on the third floor, he poses questions such as,

What are the biggest differences between this side and that one?

Describe your typical day.

Why are Mirrors made?

If someone happens to pass by on his own side, he quickly erases whatever question he may be writing and hides his marker behind his back. It's better if no one knows he's trying to contact the other side, but... Angus also happens to be pretty terrible at lying.

[Will match prose or brackets!]

Comments

[wrkkbuivhs]

[Dippy Fresh is pretty new here, but already he is totally comfortable in his new roll. So when he sees the questions written on the mirror, he is ready to be the voice of all Mirrors.

With a lime green sharpie.]

WE WERE MADE TO SUPPORT THE QUEEN AND BRING RADICALNESS TO ALL OF WONDERLAND.

HIGH FIVE BRO.

[He's drawing a hand for you to high five.]

[fancylad]

[Bring... radicalness? Well, Angus definitely isn't one to leave a high five hanging, so he lightly taps the drawn hand kind of numbly, very unsure about this suddenly. But... The Mirror is probably just messing with him, right? That's what people are prone to doing, after all.]

What kinds of things would bring radicalness? Can you give some examples, sir or ma'am or ___?
(You can fill in the blank if you want.)

[Yeah, he's still not sure how to address someone who's not a sir or ma'am politely. He's trying his best, though.]

[wrkkbuivhs]

[Over the blank line he writes:]

DUDE

[It is the only polite way to address him. Obviously.]

SKATEBOARDING IS THE MOST RAD OF ALL SPORTS. ALSO HAVING BACKWARDS HATS AND COOL CATCH PHRASES AND ERADICATING ANY GNARLY THREATS TO THE QUEEN.

[oathless]

[One of the replies comes through in RED.]

Curiosity killed the cat.

What are you doing?

[fancylad]

Satisfaction brought it back.

[He knows that one. He smiles a little smugly.]

I'm only looking for a Mirror's perspective. So?

[satanas]

[The writing is in black, in a thick, heavy hand.]

What makes you so sure we're the ones made and not you?

[fancylad]

Because I was born a healthy babyboy at 19 inches and 7 pounds.

[He was brought here from his home world, and all the information he's received on the Mirrors has stated they've been made by the Queen. He's never considered that he might've been made up, and he doesn't see that as a line of reasoning that ought to be followed at all. It's just more Mirror teasing.]

[justabaddream]

Oh, oh! I know why we were made!

[Rainbow letters written in different colored sharpie markers appear on the mirror. Yes, mirror Asriel is making the effort to write out his entire reply in different colored markers. It takes a while for the message to appear.]

To make as many new friends as possible!!

[That's not the correct answer at all...]

[fancylad]

[Wow, the colors are a lot of dedication to something that ultimately does not matter at all. Angus is incredibly impressed by them, but less so by the answer.]

That seems unlikely from what I've read of the Queen. Is that what you truly believe, or are you just messing with me?

[supremeconquest]

[Have a very discontent mirror answer, with very fast, untidy, but somehow commanding writing.]

My purpose is greater than any of those here, I assure you.

But it is not a purpose to which you are privy, and to assume I was simply MADE, when a perfect demon as myself is not to be a creation of another, is rather insulting.

[Some denial there, huh?]

[fancylad]

[A perfect... demon? This sounds like something written by one of the other kids back in Rockport.]

I did not mean to insult you, sir or ma'am or [um] dude! But how do I know your purpose is really so great if you won't even tell it to me?

[facetless]

[the mirror text is austere and blocky.]

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨.

[fancylad]

Oh, really? We have a lot of free time over here. What are you working on?

[hsllgrmthgzi]

[and this little mirror wrote in cursive.]

𝔀𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮. 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓪 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽. 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓮'𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓮𝓵 𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷. 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓮'𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷.

[fancylad]

[Good thing Angus has practiced reading cursive! It still takes a little longer to make out what it's saying, though. But when he discovers it's structured almost like a riddle... he's kind of excited.]

Black and white? Are we talking in terms of morality?

[Ango, it's way less complicated than all that.]

Does everyone agree with the queen's rule?

[anagapesis]

We were made to show our others the errors in their ways, we are their betters

[fancylad]

Did the Queen tell you this herself?

REAL LIFE ASGORE in real life well whatever passes for real life in this place anyway

[alphyswhatsabara]

A giant monster walks past you in the hallway as you are scribbling on the mirror with some erasable markers.

He waves as he passes by. "Hello, human child."

[fancylad]

Angus panics instantly at the sound of a voice on this side and whirls around, trying to cover the writing on the mirror, pressing his back against it and smudging erasable ink on his nice sweater vest. Why, no, he's definitely not doing anything irresponsible like talking to Mirrors at all.

"Um! Yes! Hello, large nonhuman adult! Sir!" he stammers out. "I am just acting normal and not doing anything suspicious, sir!"

[onetruemorty]

[ Morty knows a standard "what who me I wasn't doing anything" posture when he sees one. You know, kids just hanging around being kids, totally innocent, that whole deal. He's done more than his fair share of attempted ass-covering in his lifetime.

Rick never falls for it, but at least it always won over his dad. ]

Uh, hey, y-you might wanna-- like just as a suggestion, you probably shouldn't mess around by mirrors too much, you know? Or anything super... reflective. There's, there's kind of this whole spying thing going on. I dunno. You never know when someone on that side's gonna get too weird on you.

[fancylad]

[As soon as this kid mentions the mirrors, Angus goes full deer-in-the-headlights.]

Um, yes, sir! I didn't mean to, sir! I, um, I was just... checking my hair in the mirror! And I, oh, silly me, I forgot about the other side! Of things! Haha! S-Sorry, sir.

[Nevermind that Angus is definitely wearing a hat...]

[trafuri]

[Naoki's not so sure about even replying to these queries, but he decides it can't hurt anything. He can't get into trouble for that, right?]

Why do you want to know?

[fancylad]

I'm eleven, sir or ma'am or dude. I don't think it's that surprising that I also happen to be very curious.

[He falls back on the "I'm a child" excuse so easily he hardly notices when he is avoiding the truth. It's not that far from the truth, really. He really is just curious. But it's a little more than simple childlike wonder.]

Mirror writing

[thegrayportrait]

[At first glance, this mirror seems to be writing in blood. Don't worry. It's only red paint.]

Aren't you a curious one?

I was actually painted by an artist a long time ago. The Queen simply gave me life and a new form to work with. It's a shame she couldn't cure me of my curse.

She just needed servants. That is all.

Mirror writing

[fancylad]

[Wow, a person that's a painting...]

What is your curse and what kind of tasks does she have you do? Just some general examples for the latter would be fine, please.