:A/N:
This is my first time writing a story like this, so please don't criticize me too badly. .
The character 'Scott' is owned by BoulderTheDragon. Go read his stuff. It's great.
Lumpy is of course property of Mondo Media. I don't own him, just what happens to him.
Sammy is mine. ^^
Okay, without further ado, here we goes.
Friday morning. Give or take around 3am or so. The weather outside is loud and really kicking.
My head hurts. Probably due to the music I've listened to all bloody day. But that would cause just a minor headache. This was a pretty bad migraine.
I'm not about to sleep anytime soon. I might as well just get up and take care of the head pounding. Up from the bed and to the bathroom. Open the mirror door and grab the aspirin.
I took a good look at myself in the mirror. Needless to say I've looked better. I sighed and opened my mouth, checking my fangs.
Wait.. Fangs.. I don't have fangs..
I looked to my ears. They were pointed up, torn and shaggy. Which couldn't be right. My ears are cute and rounded, not ripped in a bloody half, looking like I was run over by more than the required weight limit of a large delivery truck.
The background all around my reflection was twisted. Instead of my bathroom, it looked like some kind of cheap horror scene locale. There were coffins... Hanging skeletons... Nailed corpses to the walls, the floors, the ceiling...
But what horrified me the most.. Was the eyes. The lack of eyes.. My large and adorable eyes were gone.. Missing.. Bloodied eye sockets with a horrifying void of lifelessness..
Then blood began to flow nonstop from the sockets. Grotesque dark crimson with the random piece of what I assumed to be tissue along with it. My mouth began to seep with the viscous fluid. It opened up, more rows of fangs filled the visage of my reflection. The horrible mess continued to flow, staining my lips, my chest, from my eyes down my cheeks.
I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. My once adorable expression has become a twisted, horrific visage. I wanted to shout. I wanted to scream. I wanted to just run out of there. But as much as I had tried, I just couldn't move.
But then something happened. I was able to move my arm. I brought my hand to my face to feel. But the reflection did not. The creature in the mirror just stared right at me. I moved my arms. Moved my head around. I did every motion one could think of right there in the mirror. But the bloodied doppelganger just smiled and tilted its head at me.
Slowly but surely, it brought it's own hands up to its face. The fingers were all bone, sharpened like claws. Meat and skin tissue still futilely clung on to the rotting limb. It brought them up to its face, covering its eyes and tilting its head down, as if it was in tears. I heard sobbing. A shrill tone, sounding like a little girl in G major. It was crying. I was crying.
Reaching for it, I whimpered out in fear and in sadness. I put my hand on the glass of the mirror. I couldn't get through it, but it knew I was touching it. The sobbing stopped, but the head stayed down. I tilted my head. I was curious. In total fear, but curious. The sobbing turned to laughter. The laughing grew louder, and louder, and louder. Soon I couldn't hear myself crying out. I knew I was screaming against it, but I couldn't hear. Just the laughter of this insane reflection. Finally, its head shot up quickly to grin wickedly at me. The bloodied eyes now glaring, burning right into my mind.
The mouth opened, revealing the devilish teeth from before. It grabbed the mirrors edge. With one leap, it jumped through the mirror with a bloodlusting scream of horror. I felt pinned. Against the wall or the floor, I couldn't tell. But it had me down. I felt the claws piercing through my arms, slicing through my fur deep into my skin. Neither my eyes or my mouth would close. I didn't make a sound. The powerful jaws of the demon ripped through my neck, chewing on raw flesh and soon muscle as it bit through to the bone. My blood was everywhere. I couldn't breathe. Slowly my sense of touch disappeared. I couldn't feel anything. All I could see was a slow burning in my eyes. Bright red clouded my vision. Slowly everything became dark. The only sounds were that of the creature laughing hysterically and what I assume to be my skin and meat tearing along with my blood splattering.
Before I knew it, I was screaming in my bed.
The light outside gave me the idea that it's past the morning hours. My bed was full of sweat. I was in tears. I gripped my blanket tight. Feeling around my neck and my arms, I felt no blood or any signs of mutilation. I let out a long drawn out sigh and fell back into bed.
"...It was just a dream..."
The phone rang within a minute. Slowly I managed to get myself out of the sheets to go answer it. Passing by the bathroom, the mirror showed my true reflection. I shivered. It all felt so real.
Sure enough, my best friend Scott was on the line.
"Hey Sammy! Where are you? The carnival is almost over and you haven't seen Mr. Lumpy try to swallow a sword yet! C'mon!"
From the distance I could hear a grown man screaming and crying.
"I'll be... Right there..."
I hung up the phone. Sighing, I slowly trudged to the other side of the room to my closet. My eyes couldn't help but dart to the mirror in the bathroom. I checked over all my facial features. Everything seemed to be alright. Nothing bleeding, nothing missing. Was it all really just a dream?
Looking closely, I could see a small marking on my neck. A simple letter 'L' was engraved with what looked like blood.
I froze in place. It could easily be a birthmark I never noticed or maybe an injury I received sometime ago.
Or maybe...
I shook my head. It couldn't be. It was a dream. Dreams don't have any meaning in the real world. I was told this ever since I was about seven years old. I couldn't sit and dwell on it. I had to meet up with Scott at the carnival. Maybe that was what I needed to calm myself down.
I looked in the mirror a final time. I waved myself off and turned to leave. But had I focused just a second longer... I would've caught my reflection waving good bye as I left.
Dream or not. Something has happened.
