Well, This is Awkward
I looked into the eyes of my muscular counterpart and felt a migraine forming.
"Opal... What did you do?"
The wand bent and twisted as if to glare at me. "Oh, and what makes you think that this is my fault?"
"The funhouse mirror I'm looking into and the little Asian girl standing next to it?" I deadpanned back.
"Actually, we're here becuase the portal generator that takes me to therapy broke," said girl interrupted. "Also, please don't call Taylor an it, other Taylor. It's rude and rude people get punched in the groin."
My counterpart pinched the bridge of her nose. "Ashley, sweety, don't threaten the locals."
"Princess?" Opal began. "Could we have a word in private?"
"Excuse me," I said to the... Others and stepped out of earshot.
"So, I don't know if you can tell but that small child? There are all kinds of bad juju in her. Like a Foreigner and an Avenger had a baby and the baby became a Grand Servant."
"I don't know what those words mean," I said incredulously. "And come on, she's like, nine-years-old."
"I'm ten!" she shouted. "Also I can hear everything you say!"
"Oh... Oh dear," Opal replied in muted terror.
"Opal, seriously, how dangerous could she be? She's a little girl."
"So was Jack the Ripper! Probably."
Wait, what? Never mind, that's something for later. "Little girl," I shouted back, "what are you in therapy for!?"
"I got addicted to alien-cannibalism and now me and the eldritch abomination I'm fused with are... a, well, we're..." She blushed and mumbled the last bit so I didn't catch it, but 'alien-cannibalism' and 'eldritch abomination' got the point across.
"Well fuck."
"I told you so," Opal replied smugly. "And don't swear, it's unbecoming of a young lady."
"It sounds a lot worse than it is!" The other me shouted back. "She's just a kid who's been through a lot."
It was at that moment that a doorway of some kind erupted into existence in a burst of blue-white light. A blonde girl younger than me but older than eldritch abomination girl wearing a skin-tight blue suit with matching boots, gloves, and a V on her chest but no mask. "Sorry about that. The problem's been fixed."
Then she looked over at me. "Huh. Dropped you off in front of an alt. Awkward. Did you know that there's a multiverse?" She asked. "Because there's a multiverse."
Then she, my muscular clone, and the terrifying girl left through the doorway, which closed behind them.
Two minutes later, a flash of purple light left three people, an albino woman who vaguely reminded me of that other albino woman I'd signed an autograph for, a tan girl with pink hair who otherwise looked like the albino, and a Japanese girl the same age as the other two, all sprawled out in a heap. A red-circled star with angel wings and a blue-circled star with butterfly wings floated out from the heap just as the tan girl said "what the hell just happened."
Opal tackled the blue-star while shouting "Onee-sama!" with a tone comparable to a woman at a Beatles concert in the sixties, and my migraine got worse as I realized that this one going to be a long, long day.
An: Just something that popped into my head.