Within the Reflection

"The reflection in the bathroom mirror was not her own."

Little Jackie was really angry, like, on pure fiery fury. Not only her best friend Kim had eaten her share of backed sweet potatoes and didn't apologize afterwards, but she also mocked her and called her a coward just because Jackie refused to obey her! Jackie huffed at the memory.

It was past midnight. Kim's parents were already sleeping and Kim herself was snorting softly at the end of the hallway in their shared bedroom, but little Jackie was in the cold bathroom, alone and in front of the big mirror with a small wooden ruler in hand as Kim had previously told her.

She was nervous, of course, her hands felt sweaty and her hearth was beating really fast, making her take shallow breaths. She was about to surrender and go, but if she wanted to prove Kim wrong and make her eat her own words, Jackie knew she would have to do that thing.

"Darn you Kim… and darn your stupid courage test, too!" she squeaked as she closed the door and blew out the candle she had, extinguishing the only light from the bathroom. The little room was almost instantly engulfed in darkness. Jackie couldn't see anything, but some seconds after, the scarce light from the oil street lamps outside managed to creep from the window, letting Jackie distinguish more than fifty shades of gray.

"Here goes nothing," she said as her reflection mutely copied her. She felt her heartbeat quicken more. Jackie then closed her bright brown eyes, held the ruler up and, in a swift movement, took one of her hairs out of the rest at random and put the ruler besides it. When she frightfully opened her eyes, she saw the nervousness she felt from the eyes of her loyal reflection.

She gulped. There. She did it. Now all that was left was check if the measure of her and her reflection's hair was different, obviously being the same and she could finally go cuddle in the warm bed with Kim.

Jackie took a pair of calming breaths before checking her ruler. 15 centimeters. She then looked at her reflections' and felt her blood run out cold. 18 centimeters. Her eyes widened in surprise and fear as the darkness around her suddenly felt oppressing and thick, letting an icy chill go down her spine. Did she read wrong? Was that even possible? Mommy said that reflections do everything you do… only backwards.

While in shock, she saw something move in front of her and her eyes – in reflex – focused on her face. Specifically on her reflection's cold gaze. She felt those familiar almond but empty eyes looking directly at her. Not like looking past her as usual, but really looking at her, her. She slowly and cautiously lowered the ruler and her reflection did exactly the same. The two never breaking eye-contact.

It wasn't until the thing in front of her slowly cocked its head to one side with an impossibly wide and crooked grin that Jackie's instincts kicked in. She yelled and tried to open the door of the bathroom.

It was truly a shame that the moment the little girl turned her back to the mirror, a fancy dressed bonny and round-headed shadow with claws and tail launched itself out of the glass and grabbed little Jackie's shoulder, making her turn back to it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater, their characters or locations; they're the properties of Atsushi Ohkubo. I just took them without permission for entertaining purposes.

The idea was mainly based from the micropasta "The mirror" and the cover image is from her respective owner.

Hiya!

Welcome to my first creepypasta-based AU story! I hope you liked it. :)

This thing started as a school's portfolio (hence the small phrase at the beginning) and because I have such an active mind this was born. This is truly going to be a small story with chapters ranging between the 500 and 800 words (I foresee 3 more updates only), so please enjoy.

Also, I'm going to clear this up for you, guys. The story develops in 1909 or so.

If I got mistaken in anything like grammar or even the oil lamps thing or you just want to complain about something constructively, feel free to point out.

Bis bald, alle!