Watching a reflection of himself morph was one thing, but seeing himself wink and finger pistol was just disturbing. He stepped back a bit, glitching more.
W̖h̵a̾t͟ t̽h͞e͈ h᷄eͦl᷂l͋.̩.͉.̐ W̝h̠a͔ṭ aͧr᷁eͫ yͥo͡u̟?̂ a̐nͣd᷁ h͘o͑w͝ a͏rͫeͣ y̛o̩û d̏o̚i̩n̄g̮ ţh̵a̶t̺?̖
He was confused and intrigued. This was fascinating.
It was mental debate time for Mirror as he weighed his options. Answer truthfully to a timeline of Error that obviously either hadn’t met him or didn’t have the memory (he knew the other sans had trouble there), or try to continue with the reflection shtick. This was the first time the gaster blasters hadn’t immediately been summoned… maybe honesty could be the best policy.
“i’m a you, my guy. a you in a mirror. uh. there’s not much else actually. as for this,” he waved his right hand around (the reflection of any other sans’ left),”i dunno. its just seems natural once you reflect on it enough.”


