Apeirophobia; Fear of Infinity it just goes on forever and ever

Momoko steadily watched her reflection as she washed her hands. Did it move with her, or against her, just now? She was constantly worrying.

"Is something wrong? You look tired these days."

Miyako held her hands to her chest and peered at her friend's dulled eyes.

"I've been having these nightmares..."

"About what?"

"I don't know." Momoko knit her brows and was relieved to see her reflection copy her. "...Are they about myself?"

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"Get back here, you brats!" The middle-aged grocer yelled, wielding a stale baguette.

The mischievous trio snickered, running wildly as they clutched the spoils of their theft.

"Run faster!" Brick ordered, noticing his brothers lagging behind. "I don't want those wenches to come over and ruin our lunch!"

Boomer and Butch struggled to quicken their pace, winding around citizens as they kept an eye on their leader. Butch hopped over a puppy, only to almost trip over a cat that wound around his legs, meowing, ignoring that he had caused the boy to almost fall. Boomer eventually latched onto his arm, making it harder to catch up with Brick.

Eventually Brick's pace slowed and Butch could tell from the thinning crowds and the battered buildings bespeckled with haphazard boards that they were in the outskirts of the city.

Brick stopped in front of one of the debilitated buildings and rested on the bench wrapped in vines nearby. Fully relaxed, they devoured the food, growling in-between bites like feral cats, guarding their share. Boomer decided to stay away from Butch and Brick, afraid they would snatch his armful of apples. The blonde bit crisply into the first apple, looking around him for some form of dinner entertainment. He caught sight of an store that looked like it would crumble to the ground if it weren't for the ivy hugging it. The remainder of the shop window said only "Anti," and beyond the glass caked with dust, Boomer could see an assortment of junk wrapped in spider webs as thick as gray cotton candy.

He took another bite of his apple before entering through a gap in the broken window. Dust sprung up from his footsteps and he sneezed violently. The noise seemed to echo, at least to him. His wide eyes investigated the drafty building, hoping he didn't disturb anything more sinister than himself. He was a Rowdyruff, but a scaredy cat at heart.

Delicately, curiously, he brushed his hand across a rocking horse. It creaked back and forth at his touch and he was instantly compelled to ride it. He paused, wondering if he should, feeling like he was being watched. He looked around the room, blinking, and spotted a mirror speckled with stains, forgetting about the toy horse.

Though the atmosphere felt more foreboding the closer he approached the oval object, his frightened interest kept him from skittering away. He stopped, cocking his head to the side, then froze as a pair of hands wandered past his shoulders and suddenly clenched his throat. The blonde stood paralyzed as his screams echoed across the hollowed building.

His panic waned when he recognized the gales of laughter behind him. "That's not funny!" he shouted.

Brick and Butch defended themselves with muffled apologies interrupted by laughter. They tried to stop, taking deep breathe and staring at their miffed brother with forced seriousness, only to soon snort and hold their sides again.

Boomer, agitated, turned back to the mirror and blinked at the fogged person reflected. Although he couldn't see it clearly he could swear the image wasn't quite his own. Butch, whose laughter finally calmed, seemed to notice the same with his own reflection, touching the mirror.

"Er... guys," Brick said uneasily, his lip curled. He was unsure whether to be disturbed or fascinated.

"Where's my reflection?" he asked, pointing with his index finger. Butch and Boomer gasped and pushed the redhead closer to the mirror, where it would be impossible to not see himself. His image still wasn't there. They stared back at him in shock.

"Vam..." Boomer whispered.

Thoughts of a vampire Brick were short-lived. A slender hand swooped from the other side of the mirror, waving as if it were looking for something to pull in.

Spontaneous as always, Brick grabbed the hand and yanked. A weird noise-- a cross between static and lightning-- tore the air as the attached arm was revealed. The finely manicured fingers tightened around Brick's and yanked back harshly, enough to bring him to his feet and through the mirror. Buch tried to save him, latching onto his foot, while Boomer tried to prevent Butch's heroics, knowing he would be pulled in as well.

Though they howled, their cries were nothing against the haze of static. They felt parallels of monochrome wrap around and stretch them. The process of the warped purgatory seemed to repeat itself to the point that they began to forget who they were. Their individual thoughts blended together as if they were one, almost none.

They snapped back to awareness, firm ground staggering under the shock of travel across dimensions.

"They look like those wankers that are already on this side."

"I guess that proves Jomo's invention really worked," a voice as sweet as knives said as its owner cracked her knuckles. "Too bad for him we got to use it first."

The Rowdyruff Boys' visions finally came into focus, taking in the image of the three girls. They were dressed in familiar leotard skirts, though their accessories were far from tame. Their boots were over the knee and the heels looked dangerous to walk in or to be walked on. Like their boots, their gloves were long, ending in a ring of spikes at their elbows.

"Who are you?"

The girls smiled and the redhead answered: "I'm glad you asked." They sprung up in the air to pose and announced proudly, "We are the Deadly Science Legend: Powerpunk Girls Z!"

"Brat!" The blonde said, winking.

"Brute!" The girl with the meanest look toyed with her mace.

"Berserk!" The leader made a peace sign, contradictory to all she stood for.

"Oh." Brick rolled his eyes. "They're just like the Powerpuff Girls Z only goth."

"We're not goth," mumbled Brat, crossing her arms.

"Powerpuff Girls... Z?"

Berserk ran her thumb along her curled lip. The trio turned to each other, sharing malicious glances.

"Hm, it's only logical," Brute said. "If there are doubles of the boys, we should have doubles too."

Brat giggled. "I bet she's not as adorable as me."

"Pft. If not, I'm sure she's not a slut like you." Brute smirked. "She is your opposite."

Brat glared daggers at the tomboy.

"We'll find out what our doubles are like soon enough." Berserk flew between the girls. "Right now we need to greet our guests properly."