Janus was really feeling himself today. He and his sister were in prime form, and it showed. While Lila was chasing Anna around, Janus was manipulating the darkness around Marco, bouncing himself between the shadows and laughing maniacally. “Run while you still can!” His voice boomed. Surely enough, right as he darted out of the room, Anna came running in with Lila right behind.
Which of course, led right up to the moment that Anna slapped Marco. Perhaps they weren’t going the last the year
“What a trip,” Janus said with a wide grin on his face, sipping on some water.
Myrri sighed, “I’ll go get Rachel. And don’t forget, if anyone has issues, call me immediately. I don’t want someone getting hurt.” While he wasn’t exactly thrilled to be a part of this, he had volunteered his services just to make sure that the twins didn’t go too far with their little project.
Janus smirked as the next one walked in; he seemed ready to ‘fight.’ “Oh, we have a badass on our hands,” the twin said with a gleeful tone. “Don’t go near him Lila…mind games only. Let’s see…guide him towards where we set up the mirrors?” That seemed like the safest bet. Myrri wandered off to go escort Rachel out, and left the twins to do their thing.
The idiot brought a knuckle duster in. Every time there was some event like this, there always had to be one person who tried to ruin it with violence. Well, of course, it was time to use that violence against him.
“Hey, hey, dear sister,” Janus cooed as his visage appeared behind the cocky boy. “He’s got a weapon.”
“Oh no, dear brother,” Lila mirror, appearing innocently in front of him. “How terrifying…”
Neither of them seemed worried. Their voices went in perfect monotone harmony. “The scary boy and his scary toy need to be punished…” The room went pitch black. Moments later, the lights were back on and all the badass boy could see were mirror reflections of himself. Tall and small, thin and fat… though the deeper he wandered, the stranger they got.
One had him as a handsome prince, another as an old crone. Another showed him as a beggar, and another as a jester advising a king. The boy was getting annoyed, though.
“Show yourselves you Terrowin brats!” he demanded, smashing one of the mirrors.
“Oh no,” Janus said with fake worry. “Dear sister, he shouldn’t have done that, should he?”
Lila giggled, “Oh no, dear brother, he really shouldn’t have…”
The room filled with fog as the darkness grew around him. The slightly less badass boy could barely make out images circling him. The shadows lurked about, and the silence started to become deafening.
“You woke it up…” Janus said with a smile as he appeared on top of one of the mirrors, leaning against the air casually. “The darkness that lurks in the mirrors.” His smile faded. “Nothing can save you now.” He disappeared in the shadows. Suddenly, tendrils erupted from the ground, wrapping around the boy. “Poor, poor boy…you will die here, lost and alone…”