THANKS TO ST. FANG OF BOREDOM FOR REQUESTING THIS CHAP :D
DYLAN POV
"Hall of mirrors, hey? I, THE MAGNIFICENT DYLAN, AM NOT AFRAID OF THIS HALL OF MIRRORS OF WHICH YOU SPEAK!" I charged into the cheesy carnival ride, not bothering to buy a ticket, several carnies were chasing after me. When I stepped in, I was immediately confused, my reflection was on every blank square of the room, even the ceiling and floor were covered in mirrors. I looked at myself on one of the walls.
"Argh, OW!" The second I looked at my face, I suddenly got a massive headache and my eyes started burning, like someone had just dumped a bottle of lemon juice on my face. I rubbed my eyes, there was something warm covering my hands and dripping down my face… something red?
Blood. Crap.
I screamed and tried to run for the exit, but I couldn't find my way out of the maze, hey, even THE MAGNIFICENT DYLAN Isn't perfect, I'm just as close to perfect as is possible. I kept accidentally looking at my face in a mirror every so often, bringing another onslaught of burning pain. Once I ran headfirst into a corner, cutting my forehead on the sharp edge of a mirror that hadn't been set on the wall properly, but that was nothing compared to the headache and burning sensation in my bleeding eyes.
I eventually collapsed on the mirrored floor, either exhausted from all of the running or from bloodloss, everything went black and I died in a cheesy little carnival ride, because I saw my face in a few mirrors, meh. At least my corpse would scare a few kids.