The first time Arthur noticed something strange was happening was when he saw the lipstick message on his armoire mirror. Scrawled in fancy cursive, the message read, "I've been watching you, Darling." His hair had stood on end as an eerie chill ran down his spine. His first reaction had been to grab something, ANYTHING, to wipe the offending message away, to try to forget it had ever happened. His dirty boxers where what he grabbed first and he furiously scrubbed the message on the mirror as fear gripped him. It wouldn't come off. He touched the mirror cautiously, almost as if it would bite him, and ran his finger along the message. Another shiver of fear. The message was on the other side of the mirror…

In the days following what he had dubbed as "The Lipstick Message,"(which had mysteriously vanished of its own accord) he began to notice other strange things about the mirrors in his home. Things he had never before noticed. The mirror in his bathroom, for example, reflected things in off colours. His bathroom walls were not pink… But the reflection in his mirror said otherwise.

He began to study his mirrors, even going so far as to purchase new mirrors to add to his home so he could observe them no matter which room he had decided to occupy. It didn't take him long to realize that his mirrors were showing him something… else. He was looking into another world. A world that was similar to his own, with small, subtle differences. The rooms were painted differently, but where the same size. The furniture lay in the same positions, yet were of a… prissier model. It almost seemed as if he were looking into the home of a young girl.

The messages started becoming a regular part of his life soon after that. He'd awake to see "Good morning, Darling~" Or "I do hope you had pleasant dreams," Scrawled into his bedroom mirror. He learned to ignore them, until they began to show up in other places throughout his home. He suddenly wished he hadn't purchased so many mirrors… The messages were everywhere, always in perfect cursive, wishing him well or finding fault with something he had done that his mysterious observer found to be improper.

"Stop Cursing, dearie, you sound like a Barbarian." Was written across a mirror after an argument with Alfred, which only caused more rage to rise within Arthur. He raised his middle finger to the mirror in his anger before stomping away, only to be face to face with another message. "Rude!" was all it read.

It was another month or so after that that he finally began to write back to his anonymous stalker. He had been inspired, really, while at the market. He had glanced down the makeup isle and spotted the lipstick. He had bought it, a deep shade of purple, on a whim really. This was madness after all. He was going to attempt to communicate with… the thing in his mirrors.

His first message to the other side was a mistake. He wrote, "Who are you?" before going to bed. He awoke, almost running to the mirror to see a reply just beneath his reading. "I can't read that, you silly, you've written it all backwards." Backwards? Arthur frowned as he tried to make out what this meant. He'd written in perfectly normal… It hit him suddenly. He had to write in a mirror image. He erased his previous message and tried again, attempting to mirror his handwriting. Again, "Who are you?"

His answer didn't come until a few hours later, after he'd nearly forgotten about it. He walked into his bedroom intent upon doing his laundry when in his mirror he saw it. He SAW the words being written, on the other side of the mirror, by HIMSELF. He dropped his laundry basket as he threw himself in front of the mirror, staring as this lighter haired other self waved slowly, and wrote. "Oh Tiddlywinks, it seems you've caught me."

Arthur was in shock. He shakily grabbed his own writing instrument, his purple lipstick, and wrote. "Who are you?" Again. The response from his almost mirror image. "Arthur of course. Who did you think I was?"

After this, Arthur removed the mirror from his bedroom. He was unsure how to handle this phenomenon presented to him. He locked himself in his basement as he poured over his books, trying to find some sort of explanation as to what was going on. His best guess was parallel universes. He wondered how long this other him had been watching him through his mirrors, and why he had finally decided to speak.

The messages never stopped appearing on his mirrors, and he tried to ignore them. This… parallel Arthur however, made that impossible. He would follow Arthur around the house, through the mirrors and poke at the glass for his attention. Finally, he decided, it was time to have a chat with this strangely coloured version of himself.

He took a large, full body mirror and propped it up against the wall of his sitting room, and sat in front of it with a newly acquired dry-erase marker. He tapped at the glass, wondering if the other could hear it on his side, and he was rewarded as the other man came prancing into view, wearing an apron over his oddly coloured clothes. Arthur motioned for him to sit, and lifted his marker, writing, "We need to talk."

His parallel self plopped in front of the mirror, a big smile on his face and motioned with his hands for Arthur to continue. Arthur lifted his marker again, and wrote, "How long have you been watching me?" He was answered with a cheeky smile and a shrug from this other self. He wiped the question away. "Why have you been watching me?" He was a bit surprised to see Arthur 2 jump up at that and scamper out of the room, only to return moments later with his red lipstick. "You're dreadfully cute~"

Arthur was quick to respond in his sloppy backwards writing, "I am NOT cute." His other self simply laughed. Arthur couldn't help but note how strange it was to see someone laugh silently. It was like watching the telly with the volume turned all the way down. He scowled. What was so funny anyway? His mirror self leaned forward and winked, and Arthur couldn't help but blush. Just what was he playing at?

The lightered haired man smirked as he lifted his lipstick and replied with a big red heart, before jumping up and scampering out of sight. Arthur stared, dumbfounded at the mirror for what felt like hours, yet his double never returned.