I've spent all day researching how to get to the parte tenebrosa. (Dark side in Latin)

I've heard of a magic mirror that disappeared years ago, a portal, a magic pond, and a spell. None are accessible, and none are safe. I was just coming upstairs to tell Patton when a loud crash rang out from Virgil's room. That was worrying. Patton has been waiting in there for Virgil, and I'm not sure what happened. 

When I open the door, I see Patton laying on the floor. A mirror is knocked over next to him, and he looks dazed. 

"What happened?"

"I was pacing around when I tripped and fell, knocking over the mirror, and just being chaotic in general."

This doesn't sound like Patton. He must be dazed. Does he have a concussion?

"Did you hit your head, Patton?"

"Yes."

Why does he sound weird? Auditory, he has the same voice, but something is very wrong. The mirror seems to be glowing. I almost tell Patton, but I remember the one time that Deceit pretended to be Patton, and shut my mouth.

"Hey, Patton?"

"Yeah, Kiddo?"

Now I know something is up. Patton hasn't called me "Kiddo" in a while. I decided to test to see if this was Deceit. 

"Hey, Patton? Can I tell you something?"

"Yeah?"

"I-I really like you. Romantically."

"Logan, I'm sorry, you're my kid! I can't date my kid!"

I can see him sweating. I already know this is Deceit, so I'll just call him out after I form a backup plan. I grab his arm, ignoring how weird it is to be holding Patton, but not Patton.

"DECEIT!"

He smiles, and his face peels off. 

"Took you long enough!"

"How ever did you figure it out?"

"I'm dating Patton."

"Oh, that's so surprising!"

"Where is he?"

"You two are so cute together." He sneered.

"Where is Patton?!"

"You'll never find him."

"Why Patton?"

"He was here."

"Liar!"

"He was messing with our plans." He said this with so much acid in his tone that it had to be true.

"What plans?"

"Killing Virgil, of course!"

"You wouldn't dare! We'd rip you to shreds!"

"Not if Virgil suicided. With just a little help from us..."

"Roman would kill you!"

"No, he'll help."

Why would he help? I may be slightly socially inept, but Roman loves Virgil.

"Why would he help you?"

"When he hears my side of the story."

He starts talking, and while I'm curious, I have to save Patton.

I let go of his hands and push him forcefully out the door. I lock it and go over to the mirror. I push it, open it, even pry it from its frame, but nothing works. Desperate, I ask it a question.

"Mirror, Mirror, on the... floor, is there a way through this door?"

No response. I will not give up. Never.

Finally, I knock and then tap. Suddenly, my reflection in the mirror changes. I'm wearing a black polo with a neon orange untied tie, orange slacks, and broken glasses with a piece of tape. 

Basically, I look like a fool who's never looked in a mirror in his life. I step away from the mirror and take a look around me, mentally documenting the location. 

This place is a dump, man. There's like, dumpster guts and stuff, and there's a rubber ducky store, bro. Like, dude, I want one. More than anything.

I sprint across the street, forgetting to check for cars and stumble into the store. Aww, they're so cute! I wanna cry!

I grab like 3 dozen, and head to the counter. I shove them on, and the broski at the counter was all like "Dude, whatcha doing, man? Get a bag, man."

I grab a bag, my brain feelin like pea soup. The checky guy hands me them, and he's going "They're on the house. You're cute! What's your name?"

I frown. There's Patton, but this dude's hair is just awesome. Nah, man, Patton is awesome sauce. Wait... what's my name?

"I forgot my name. I guess you can call me, like Nonsense or something."

He smiles at me, a predatory gleam in his eye. "You free tomorrow?"

"Nah, I've got like a spouse or something."

"Oh man, that sucks."

"He was like... oh shit, he was kidnapped! I gotta go save his ass!"

"Bye man, don't forget the ducks! And if you're free, give me a call."

I'm running down the street, duck bag in hand, but I don't even know where to start. Every second in here muddles my brain even more, and I'm forgetting... stuff. What am I doing? I think I was looking... for something? What was I looking for? I wanna go hopscotch down the street!

I start doing so, ignoring the cars rushing towards me. I jump out of the way of one at the last second, and laugh at the rush. Imma do that again!

Dude, best idea ever! I feel like I'm forgetting something, but who cares? I'm just gonna keep doing this!