It was a bit surprising being thrown, and Mirror balanced on the gallery ledge, wobbling to keep up the act. He straightened when the mirror landed and answered Error, despite not being in an angle where he could see him.
“nothing interesting believe me. I’m not like the fruit loops 90s prick, promise. i can’t even leave the mirror,” he hesitated,” i just come from a splinter timeline off the alpha… like these guys.” he gestured at the room and tensed in preparation for Error’s reaction.
He glared, stepping forward. He was more curious than murdery right now. Scooping up the mirror, he tapped it with his finger, fascinated.
I̙f̹ y͇o᷈uͭ’̠r᷉e̻ aͨ ĉh̖i͒p᷀ ōf᷁f̑ t̚hͬe͠ a̲l͘p͖h͍a̅.̑.ͬ.̕ I̩’͠m̬ t́ḁk̫i̢nͪg̊ y̹ŏu᷀ w͑iͨt̻h̫ m͗eͨ.̜ Y͘ǫu᷆ c͜a̽ń’ͮt̿ g̹o̙ a̾n̐ȳw̑h̭e̲r᷀eͦ a̿s̜ f͙a̎r̝ a͏s̈ I̬ c᷊ãn̊ t᷃e̓l᷂l᷆,̂ t̛r̡a̞p̭ṗe̱d͍ iͦnͥ t᷈h͖e͓ m̹įr̗r̆o̺r͠,͜ s̱o͛ iͭt̳ m᷂a͌k͕ȇs̶ m᷈y͜ j͉oͦb̭ e̲ąs̼i̳eͧr̙.̉
He slipped the mirror with a grin into his pocket. He opened a rift into the Abyss, stepping in, humming to himself.
I᷅’̄mͅ g᷂o̫ṅn̔aͣ k̊ḛe͒p͢ ỷōu᷃.̚ He mused.
Not hearing the last part, Mirror released his breath and was careful to step back into his gallery before bursting into laughter.
“man am i a richard,” he snorted.
Mirror then pulled out a red post-it note and stuck it to the mirror’s edge. Hopefully Error would assume he was hiding and ignoring him, but even if he didn’t, Mirror now had a peephole into the anti-void. He straightened up and strolled away, whistling back to his home gallery.
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