Disclaimer: I still don't own Naruto.
Obito didn't know when he dropped off to sleep, or whether he went to sleep at all. All he knew was that the night was a huge nightmare.
When he first regained senses after settling back on the couch, he found himself in an uncomfortable position on the ground.
Still sore, and careful not to undo the stitches, he stood up slowly.
A glittery object snatched a slight bit of attention from Obito's eyes.
"A…mirror?" He asked, before gasping. He could talk?
Ignoring the searing pain, which wasn't as sharp as he thought it would, Obito jogged over. A tall mirror a few inches taller than him rosew grandly out of the swirling mist.
Dumbstruck, Obito slowly lifted a hand to his face.
"I'm not a wolf," He whispered. He looked older, by a few years maybe.
Well of course you're not, A voice snaked, winding through the air, ringing.
Obito jumped.
The same gravelly voice laughed softly.
Jumpy, are we? My my,
Obito looked around frantically. He turned back to the mirror.
Then, as if a rock had been thrown, the mirror's surface cracked. The broken shards showed Obito's face and body warped. The glass kept cracking, until the part paralleling the right side of Obito's face fell away. In doing so, unimaginable pain crept up through his body.
"No! Stop it, please!" He yelled, crying falling to his knees in pain and agony.
But the fun is just starting! The menacing voice cooed.
Obito starde shakily at the wretched mirror again. This time, the pieces reflecting his left eye broke away.
He cried out in pain again.
Familiar? The voice asked. It should be. That boulder crushing you.
Obito didn't respond.
The voice pried further. And your eye. Your 'friend' took it.
The voice seemed to smile, if it had a face.
Why don't you teach him a lesson?
"Wh-what do you mean?" Obito asked, his voice shaking as hard as he was.
The mirror suddenly seemed to rebuild itself.
In the surface, the demonic face a huge white dog grinned maliciously out at him. Obito could see five large streaming tails.
Kill him.