Disclaimer: I do not own any of Jhonen Vasquez's characters. This idea just slapped me in the face. I apologize if somebody has already done this… Has anyone done this?

Note: The first Die-ary entry is from the end of Part 2 f the JtHM series.

The Mirror

Part 1 – The Five Stages


(Johnny C's View)

Dear Die-ary,

I stared motionless, before the mirror, as always, I stayed until I'm convinced that there is no glass, nothing, separating me from the room I see on the other side. I imagine that everything is different. Over there. Better. There are people, in that world, who I would like. But, like always, my hand hits that glass. I know that if I'd only waited just one more second…

Shit.

I'm gonna go kill a party clown.


First Stage: Anger

Dear Die-ary,

FUCK! I'D BEEN STARING AT THAT FUCKING MIRROR FOR 7 CONSECUTIVE HOURS! DAMN YOU PIECE OF SHIT! WHY THE FUCK WON'T YOU LET ME OVER THERE?! WHY? ARE YOU TOO GOOD FOR ME? I CAN SMASH YOU IN SECONDS WITH MY FUCKING FIST! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE— Oooh…a salesman… A BIBLE SALESMAN! Ringing the doorbell I see… MUAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!


Second Stage: Denial

Dear Die-ary,

No… NO!YOU STUPID MIRROR! You can't reject me… YOU CAN'T! Maybe you didn't… Maybe I just didn't notice that I already went to the other side… Maybe this is the other side… Yes… it's gotta be… I've been staring at you for too long… This has got to be the other side… It must be… Is it? Maybe not… PLEASE LET THIS BE THE OTHER SIDE!!! ARRGHHH… I'm going out for a BrainFreezy…


Third Stage: Bargaining

Dear Die-ary,

COME ON! PLEEEAASSEE! PLEASE LET ME GO TO THE OTHER SIDE! PLEASE! PRETTY PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP?… Nah… that wouldn't work… I'd eat it… PLEASE? I'll… I'll GIVE YOU ANYTHING! A free toaster? It still works! Skettios? DELICIOUS SKETTIOS? Creepy Doughboys? They talk like fuckin' HELL but… they're still good! Blood? I have LOTS AND LOTS OF BLOOD!!! EH? EH? MY HAIR? My pretty, bluish hair? MY SOUL? PLEASE!!! ANYTHING! ANYTHING AT ALL! I JUST KNOW I'D BE HAPPY OVER THERE! PLEASE!!! Oooh…

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"

I AM!!! HEE HE HEEEEEE!

Oh god… I think someone spiked my BrainFreezy… WHOOP! OH MY GOD! SUPERMAN! CAN YOU LIKE, SHOOT YOUR LASER BEAMY EYES AT THIS STUPID MIRROR? PLEASE? Superman? Oh... it was only the fridge... sheesh... what the hell's in this Freezy? Must be the expensive stuff... Boop.


Stage Four: Depression

Dear Die-ary,

WHY? WHY GOD, WHY? WHY ARE YOU TORTURING ME LIKE THIS! WHY?… Oh right… I've been killing people… BUT… BUT… I HAVEN'T KILLED ANYONE IN THE LAST THIRTY MINUTES! ISN'T THAT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU? WHHHHYYY? WHY ME? I'm gonna fucking blow my brains out. That's it. I'm doing it. This will be my fucking last entry. I'm gonna FLY OVER THE STARS TONIGHT! OVER THE MOON WITH THAT FUCKIN' COW IN THAT CREEPY POEM WITH THE SPOON or something…GOD DAMMIT! WHERE'S THAT FUCKING NOODLE BOY THINGY? SHIT I'M NOT SCRAPING UP MY ARM! Ooooh… NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS IS ON!!!! (GASP! I NEED!)


Stage Five: Acceptance

Dear Die-ary,

Ok dammit… You win mirror. You win. YOU FUCKIN' WON. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW? ARE YOU HAPPY THAT YOU COMPLETELY FOILED MY DREAMS? ARE YOU HAPPY THAT YOU ABSOLUTELY RUINED MY LIFE? OH FUCK ACCEPTANCE! I'M BREAKING YOUR ASS! FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! ARRGHHH!


"(GASP) What's this?… My hand goes right through the mirror. What the hell is this silvery crap? The mirror's liquid? Oh shit, it's spreading. OH SHIT IT JUST ATE MY ARM! WHAT THE FUCK IS IT DOING? OH NO… IT'S SPREADING TO MY FACE!!! NOOOOOOO!!! AGGHHH!"

(3rd Person's View)

As the silvery liquid takes over Nny and sucks him into the mirror, Nny screams like bloody hell.

Inside the mirror, Nny gets thrown into a silvery whirlwind and gets tossed into oblivion.


To be continued…