Even /I/ didn't want to write this one, to be honest.
Disclaimer: ha. ha.
The problem with being trapped in a space that didn't quite exist for eternity was that it got very lonely.
The other problem was that Mirror had been made with a sex drive.
And, conflicted as his emotions were about the Grimms, he was not sexually attracted to any of them. At all.
It was unsurprising, really. Only three of them were anywhere near his age, and out of those, only one was a woman. And she was asleep.
Mirror had never had a chance to find out what his kink was, but he was pretty sure it wasn't children, old people, or sleeping people. Or men. Or anything that looked like an animal.
So he had to get creative to find a solution for his horniness.
Most of them involved his hands. Some of them involved other objects (ones the Grimms wouldn't touch, at least until he cleaned them. He might be planning to betray them, but he wasn't cruel).
Really, things would have been better if he'd been created without genitalia at all.
But he tried to avoid thinking about his mother when he was jerking off, angry thoughts or no. It was just too... disturbing.
It wouldn't be so bad if he didn't feel dirty afterwards. If he had other things to do, to distract him. If he didn't have to worry about asking Relda for a box of tissues and a bottle of windex, about explainingthat to her.
None of these things had happened, though. He was sitting on his bed touching himself and he couldn't stop himself, as much as he hated it.
And to be honest, there was nothing else to do in here.
It was no wonder he was planning to take over the world.