catoptrophobia + Eisoptrophobia is the fear of looking at a mirror and looking at themselves.

Keep this in mind.

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   The world felt cold against the fragile skeleton's bones, his red scarf still tightly wrapped around his neck, giving him some sort of comfort. But why was he cold? The save screen wasn't cold, well not like this cold anyways, and that door couldn't have been able to take him anywhere, right? It was just a silly joke someone was playing on him, like had he missed the day or point of this?

The bloodied skeleton groaned, moving his hands around. He felt a soft material dance across his thin, boney hands. Finally gaining the courage to, he opened his eye-sockets......he left eye-socket felt empty.....The small male quickly shot up, which in effect caused his head to spin as unwanted colors swirled around his vision for a few moments before he was able to do anything else.

The room that laid in front of him was unrecognizable. It wasn't anything he's seen, or if he did he just couldn't remember it.

The room wasn't all that big, but it was big enough to be called a room. The walls were a pearl white, with light red accents twirled onto there, making it seem not so empty. The ceiling contrast that with a forever ending black jet color. The skeleton examined what he was currently sitting on.

It was a deep red color, he couldn't see any of his blood stains on it, if there were any of course. It was laced with a desaturated white color, giving it an aged look to it. The texture wasn't far from luxury. It felt velvety, like those soft materials they sometimes make skirts out of. It felt...weird for him to be on something so..nice then the hard floor of the save screen or the muddy grass. Reaper sometimes gave him spare blankets that were clean but...

The smaller sighed, shaking his skull slightly. He just wondered what that cloaked god was currently doing... did he even notice him missing? There should've been a few claw marks on that black void floor or at least the door still there...if that thing was even the door...

Well sitting around thinking wasn't going to do jack shit for him, so the fragile one slid off the couch like chair and headed for the door..

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"What.... the hell was that..?" A voice called from above. The voice was echoey and kept fading in and out like they were glitching.

Lust looked up to the ceiling to find a black boned skeleton hanging from the chandelier that was hung from the glassy ceiling down to the midpoint. "Error what are you doing up there?" Lust called up back at Error, a question lingering in the air.

"Well, you see here....The two murders started to argue and I didn't want to deal with that bullshit so I found a weird staircase that somehow leaded you up to a ledge that you can jump from to get up here." Error returned the answer, shouting it loud enough so the skeleton's on the ground could hear him. Lust continued to cover blue's ear holes, to block out any of the profanity that was being thrown around.

"Aren't you going to come down? You might accidentally fall and hurt yourself..!" Ink shouted worriedly for the hanging skeleton's safety, Dream just continued to look around the place, not wanting to engage in the conversation.

"Nah, I'd rather stay up here- plus there's some shit up here that seem interesting."

"But what about that strange groaning noise we heard?" Blue brought up a point, what was that groaning noise the house had brought upon them?

"It could've just been Error climbing the stairs he mentioned.." Horror pronounced a theory, a very logical one.

"Or maybe someone else made it?" Killer bugged in, "We never know if we're truly alone here or if someone actually owns this place and are currently watching us..." Another valid point. This house does look kept and clean enough for someone to be constantly cleaning the rather large house.

"I think it was the house itself that groaned..." Dream whispered slightly, giving his point out softly, as if he was embarrassed that his theory wasn't like the others nor all that logical.

"How could've it been the house? The house isn't alive, and nor do i think the doors were either...I hadn't seen them do anything other than us going through them..." Lust piped up, unplugging Blue's ear holes fully, seeing as no more harsh profanity was being used.

"I....I don't know......Something doesn't set right with this...'house'.....like it's something we can't see that's here..." Dream avoided the other's stares and glances, as he now just messed with the carpet below him.

"For once, I must agree with my twin.." Dream looked up to Nightmare as he spoke. That was a first really..."This house isn't just some shitty fake haunted house.....Something isn't right here.." The room was silent with only a few mumbles through a few of the invited guests.

"So what should we do? Sitting here is driving me more insane then I'm already am."

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The skeleton was currently walking down a forever going hallway. His legs started to hurt, not used to walking this much in such short notice.

The hallways had the same design and color scheme like the room he started in. Same wall patterns painted on the walls, floor, ceiling, etc.

It didn't sit right....

After a few more minutes, he finally made it to a door at the end of the hallway. He opened the door wide open to find himself. . . .

   In the same room he started in, but instead of the couch like chair, there was a table with a red rose in a white vase where the comfy seat once stood.

"What..?" The bloodied skeleton questioned, this wasn't right....It didn't feel right...

He turned around to be faced with the same room but it was upside down. This wasn't the hallway...

"What the hell....!?" The scarfed skeleton talked with confusion and distrust with what he's seeing currently. Turning around once again, he found the hallway once again. But there was nothing on the wall. Just white walls. The ceiling was the same, but the walls and floor weren't.

The flooring was now carpet, instead of the dark red bamboo wood. Whats going on here?

The small skeleton held his breath as he started walking down the hallway once again, not wanting to look back again and cause whatever happened there. He finally let himself breath once again once he made it to a midpoint in the varied hallway.

He walked down the hallway facing the ground, staring deeply at his blood stained white slippers. His red, tattered scarf followed closely behind his body as there was a lack of wind to make it fly. Though while looking down, he started to notice a few glass shards were spread around the carpeted floor, a few of them were different colors and types.

He then noticed that he was getting close to the ending wall. The glass was getting more and more frequent. And before he could blink, he was walking on complete glass shards himself. Different shapes and sizes covered the floor, as he finally made it to the wall.

       The white boned skeleton slowly moved his head upwards to face the wall, to find himself looking at a mirror....

  Looking at himself......

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  Hey! Sorry for this chapter taking more then it should have- I've been busy with school lately and I just wanted some time to myself.

  I don't have anything else to say other then this book is going to get weird and weirder from here.

-MAA

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