There comes a time in every person's life where things get too great for them to handle. Oh, oh this will not start as such this time. Let us enter a strange, and different, parallel world this time. Where everyone is there physically, but perhaps never mentally. Where colour is distorted as well as minds and personalities. Names are similar, and perhaps appearances are identical. But these beings are nothing like the counterparts we know. For now, we shall call these beings '2p'.

They had always existed, but not in this world. Beyond a standard mirror lies so much more than one would think. They know about the other side, but the other side does not know about them. They could not see in at first, at least, until Arthur Kirkland had a magical accident. The results of it were not exactly clear until some of the 2p's started discovering things.

Now, they could look on the other side. But what did the other's see? Absolutely nothing but their own reflection. This was working like a two way mirror, almost, to a magical realm. It wasn't until one day, Vanya-who we will call Ivan's counterpart-was at his lover's home. 2pthur. Now in normal standards, the Russian and and Brit would never have connected in such ways that would show love, but here they did.

Vanya was quite bored while 2pthur enjoyed playing and tending his garden. Vanya wasn't stupid, he knew not to disturb the other when he was busy with cooking or gardening. 2pthur may seem quite harmless at first glance, but this was utter lies. Though, the Russian also happened to know that 2pthur would never considering hurting him, but honestly he wouldn't take that chance right now.

So he spent his days wandering around the brightly coloured and decorated house, eyeing knickknacks and stealing a cupcake or two ("ah, they seem to be Wales flavoured today."). But that was all before he came across the mirror in the hallway. Looking out into it, it seemed like the utter opposite of what 2pthur's home looked like. It was more earth tones and not as cluttered in decorations. No sign of pinks or blue anywhere in the room he looked into. So strange, indeed.

He decided to dismiss it, for now. Perhaps it was just his eyes playing tricks on him. Nothing much could happen in this realm, besides the normal insanities that happen, and Vanya simply didn't care much to venture out into the unknown right now.

He heard someone enter the door, and immediately whipped his head around to see who it was. He was expecting his Cupcake King, but instead he found the Princess. Though this Princess was far from womanly. It was Matt, or simply MATT, who was looking for his father. He was wearing tight cloths as usual, and was wearing the stolen smile of the Cheshire's,

"Oh Vanya, I thought you'd be here," He began, and sat on the couch next to the Russian, cuddling him slightly, "Where's Dddy?" he asked curiously. Vanya didn't really answer right away, or react. Sometimes MATT really did piss him off, but he knew he'd always get what he wanted. No matter the cause. So he'd always play along.

"Gardening," He responded curtly, his blank expression never leaving his pale face, "Why?"

It was MATT's turn to look bored with the situation, but Vanya could tell that there was underlying eagerness built into those features. Something that the little Canadian could never really, truly hide.

"I was just curious," he began again, "Because I discovered something." Vanya was pondering this briefly and, before even getting a chance to say much if anything at all, MATT started up once more. "The Mirrors, darling, the mirrors," Vanya thought that MATT was trying to insinuate that he was stupid for not knowing. But how could he? He did not know much of what was going on with the mirrors. Though it did puzzle him slightly, he wasn't able to get another word out, "Oh honey," MATT said and sighed, grinning, "Blame my magic, or something, but regardless...you can go through."
"Go through?"
"Oh yes, baby!" MATT said excitedly, grinning, "I was playing with their Scot- they named him Alaster, can you believe it?-and he has the cutest little scream ever." he commented happily. Vanya didn't seem to care much or was bothered with the statements made before. Things like this were quite common among the 2p universe. They loved to play games, after all, and what better a game than bloodshed? The game of the animals, some may think, but they thought absolutely nothing of it. It was simple horseplay. Vanya had lost himself with MATT's babbling. He almost felt bad for not listening, considering that Matt was speaking so animatedly about the whole subject,

"So what does this mean to me?" He asked suddenly, not even paying attention to the middle of the sentence, "Why would I care?"

MATT seemed to get offended by this, and huffed. He crossed his arms and didn't speak for quite some time. He really acted like a child when he didn't get his way. Atleast, to some people like his Dddy, 2pthur, or even himself. Most others would be dead with that interruption,

"I was getting there," he snapped suddenly, and brushed his hair over his shoulder calmly, a smile reappearing on his face, "It just so happens we can play with them too. Don't you want to play with the 1ps?" He asked with a sweet smile, "Oh of course you do, I can see it in your eyes." That was another thing MATT always loved to do—he loved telling people what they wanted to do. Like nobody had their own mind to say what they wanted. But Vanya didn't make a big deal of it. He only gave a little shrug,

"I suppose." His shoulders were suddenly wrapped with thin, pale arms of the Canadian. He giggled quietly,

"Well! What are you waiting for~?" With a sudden shove, Vanya was on his feet. He frowned a little bit as he approached the mirror suddenly, looking it over briefly. He examined it. The other side was quite an interesting thing, was it not? He watched his distorted coloured self on the other side. He seemed to be on an alcohol binge. How disgusting, throwing back vodka like it was simple water. So absolutely disgusting. Vanya did not enjoy drinking, at least that much, and thought it the most unattractive act one could do. He sneered a little at the rather deplorable sight before slowly pushing through the mirror.

At first, this intruder went unnoticed by the near intoxicated man. He slumped over on his couch and simply drank more. That was until he was alerted by a soft thump coming from his hallway. Sluggishly, he stood up, craning his neck immediately to look over the hallway. Empty. Perhaps it was his imagination? Perhaps.
Or perhaps not. He wielded his tap in his calloused hand, slowly walking down the hall. A small smirk placed on his face, "Come out," he called, "I know you are here da~?" a soft chuckle was in his voice. Little did he know, the intruder was right behind him. Absolute silent, standing behind the 1p Russian. No emotion was on his face, none at all.

And suddenly, Vanya violently brought down the tap onto Ivan, watching him go down. Ivan honestly did not know what on earth was going on, until he was down. He felt a high pressure on his back, and suddenly he was forced back over. Vanya was now staring at something that looked quite like himself—but was not. Oh this was not him in the least bit. This man was quite different from himself, despite the shocking similarities. Aside from the darker, brunette hair and his strange red eyes; this man could pass for Ivan.

"I do not enjoy tricks, da?" Ivan grinned a bit, though was highly annoyed. He did not get an answer, which was making him quite more angry than he should be, "It would be advised that you get off of me, da?" a wider grin spread across his face, "I may take more action~" Was that supposed to be a warning?

"I believe you are the one annoying me, sir." Vanya said casually. For a long moment, things were quite tense and almost asphyxiating. Vanya's cold stare was so horrible, yet so blank, that it was practically reducing the mighty Russian Ivan to shaking and near crying. "You are quite the moronic one, are you not?" he asked suddenly, leaning down.

"Go away." Ivan was silently, almost inconspicuously, panicking. He wasn't enjoying this. He did not like being dominated, especially when it was so easily done by the man above him. How did that even happen in the first place? He would never know. Most likely, he would never get the chance to ask again. He felt a hand groping down his body, and into his coat, "Stop that!" he spat out instantly, starting to lose control of his temper.

But Vanya did not. He remained completely calm and aware of everything the other was feeling. From subtle hints, too, like his skin temperature increasing and even his heart beat pounding against his rib cage. He felt that against his groin, actually. It was a fairly odd sensation, nobody was ever this scared of him before. In fact, he was quite benign in the 2p universe, compared to the others like Li or even 2pthur for that matter. They would not think twice to split you open and laugh as you bled, finding sheer enjoyment out of the whole situation at hand.

Ah. Finally, Vanya found what he was looking for. He quickly uncovered the six-round revolver. The smallest of smiles were laid on his face at that exact moment. Somehow, Ivan knew what was coming. Yet at the same breath, he did not know anything that was happening. His mind was racing from irrational to more of a lazed state and his body was not realizing how to react to all of it. So he laid there, looking a mixture of scared and a nervousness. It made Vanya quite happy, actually.

A soft chuckle, and that barrel was down the throat of the other. Vanya looked to Ivan fondly, "Well now," he began, "Someone looks scared." He said immediately. And Ivan tried denying it, trying to pull away, look away. Anything. To no avail. The only thing he got, was a shot down the throat. Making a silent scream he writhed under his mirror image. Tears formed and spilled, feeling the barrel dig deeper into his throat. "good reason." Another shot.

Ivan hated that he was not dying already. This was the single most horrible thing he ever had to experience. More silent screams, he was shot twice more down into his stomach. Blood started bubbling up from his throat and out the sides of his lips. He was still alive, though. Just barely, but he was feeling it. He cried harder, trying to beg the other to stop. All he did was feel the barrel push up to the roof his mouth. The trigger was pulled again, straight into the large Russian's brain. He was dying at a much faster rate. So, just to make sure the other felt absolutely all the shots, Vanya fired most of the remaining bullets up the roof of his mouth before pulling out. Now he was grinning, a rare sight, as he pressed the tip to the other's lifeless eye, and pulled the trigger. This time, it was simply for fun. He did not exactly get to see the other shots, after all.

Standing up once more, his wiped his hands of blood and dropped the gun on the dead, bleeding body. With that, he casually left the room, and climbed back through the mirror. Hmn, perhaps Matt was right when he said playing with the 1ps would be very, very fun.