My difference
My shadow
Pulls from behind the silvery surface
Like my reflection
It ask and demands and wants
Tries to pull me through
To the Otherworld
Nny was tired. He went inside to the Smashed Mirror room. But the mirror wasn't smashed anymore. He had it replaced, and now used the room to write in. The Doughboys were gone, thank god. Except Nny really didn't want to thank that fat, pudding-filled God, since it didn't answer any of his questions.
He sat down, but left his latest Die-ary unopened. He stared at the glass. His reflection stared back with the same dogged determination, wanting to pass through. Wanting to reach that world on the other side. Everything was opposite there. People would like him. People would be kind. Would care about everyone else, and not for themselves. He would care.
Nny stared at the mirror. Like usual, he reached up to touch the surface. He expected his hand to hit glass. But it didn't.
A ripple went through the glass and his reflection grinned a demonic smile. He felt it grasp his hand and start pulling!
Nny tried to resist, to stay on his side. But slowly, the silvery metal became like quicksilver and crept up and around his hand! It coated his palms, his arm, and his shoulder! Nny tried to wipe it away, but it was just sticky and gooped up his fingers. Through the distortion, Nny could still see his reflection grinning.