Mirror blinked a little before realizing that Error was trying to shake him. Eager to please (and not sure whether it was a good idea to let Error know that he wasn’t exactly tied to the particular mirror) he stumbled a bit.
“uh, hey now, no need to rattle my bones buddy,” he chose his words carefully, “i don’t actually look like you exactly, i just kinda assimilated your reflection into my appearance. i guess you could say i possessed your reflection? i don’t really know. also, in the mirror ‘cause i messed with my gaster’s experiment. yep. so i guess you could call me mirror sans-not to be confused with mirrored sans. that guy’s actually cool.”
Watching Mirror stumble was funny to Error. He snickered a little. The pun was less than desirable, however, and he grumbled lightly.
Hearing him say he possessed his reflection freaked him out. He flung the mirror, his reaction not unlike a child’s reaction to a bug on their arm. It landed on the couch with a dull thump.
He took some steps back, eyeing the mirror suspiciously. God, that thing was weird, and Mirror too.
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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.
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