She was washing her hands, staring at herself in the mirror, in a bathroom in an old pub. She turned the silver tap. Then she heard a noise. It was a wierd swishing noise, coming from the mirror. She looked at it, a swirling mixture of glitter purple, blue, and green twisted in the mirror. _That doesn't sound very unusaul,_ she looks around for any mythical creatures, not seeing any. _Weird, _she had the impulsive thought to jump into it. So she did. And what she found was not a bit of magical. She had landed in the same room, the same old normal earth. She sighed, walking out of the pub to her house. That's when things got weird. Her keys fit into the keyholes, as she twisted them. But it didn't feel like her home. When she got into the house, she went up the stairs to the bedroom. She laid down on her purple sheeted bed. She looked up. Staring down at her was a version of herself, on the ceiling, tongue out, eyes bulging, teeth sharp. She was in a world where she, and possibly everyone was a monster. Great, now she just has to survive herself.

To be continued…

HardCoreWriter- Sorry I've been gone for so long, I missed y'all. I just needed an emotional break from writing, but now I’m back. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend ♡