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2022-03-23
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Funhouse Mirror

Summary:

There was always something off within the home of Mori Ougai, and his children. There was always something off with them.

It seemed every hallway only got longer and longer the more you walked them. It seemed every door was just lying, waiting for some unlucky soul to twist the doorknob to devour them whole. It seemed every painting, picture, photo was watching them, even in their sleep. They were always watching. It seemed every window was a cage, and they could never get a good look of the outside world from inside their confines. It seemed every mirror was like a funhouse mirror, and boy was there a plentiful amount of them, giving distorted views and visions of oneself, and you never knew if they were deceiving you, or if there was some truth to what they show. It seemed the amount of abnormalities within this one home was everlasting, yet ever-changing, and ever-growing.

Yet, most importantly of all, it always seemed, that despite the anomaly that was this house, the most unsettling thing about it were the ones dwelling inside.

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This is only the prologue!!!!! Stay along for the ride, it gets interesting (i think)

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: PROLOGUE: There was always something off with the house I grew up in..

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   There was always something off with the house they grew up in. It seemed its only purpose was to drive him, and maybe all its residence–although his siblings still seemed somewhat sane, he still could not be sure–insane. There were voices everywhere, illusions constantly messing with them, distorting their view on reality. The doors always changed, and it seemed everything about it was a danger that was out to get them. But really, it wasn’t dangerous at all, at least, that’s what he always believed.

 

   He was still vigilant, perhaps the most out of all of them. He woke up everyday, he kept track of every door. Although it was a task designated to both of the eldest siblings, that didn’t stop him from counting everyday. Every day. Every time. All the time. Multiple times. He just needed to know. He just needed to be sure. 

 

   He remembers the first time he heard the voices. He was ten years old at the time, and he was sure they tried to reach out to him before, but he was only able to understand them when he became ten. They kept him company all the time,  much to his chagrin. Even this early in the morning as he was doing chores.




   He was walking down the hallway, checking on the doors. After all, they never seem to want to stay still. It was going fine, until he saw his little sibling about to open one. 

 

   “Stop.”

 

   The small child obeyed, hand still hovering over the doorknob, twisting their head slightly to look up at their elder brother.

 

   “Where are you trying to go?” He asked.

 

   “Elise’s bedroom?” Kyu replied, tentatively.

 

   “Wrong. Her bedroom is a door to the left, that one showed up just today,” he explained. His little sibling showed no emotion, but their breath hitched. They sharply inhaled through their nose. 

 

   “Okay,” they replied, quiet and toneless.

 

   Dazai sighed, “I’m just looking out for you. We wouldn’t want an accident again, right?” He’s talking about an incident that happened years ago. Kyu opened a door they weren’t supposed to, and was trapped in what was a hellish nightmare for hours— they were never the same since.

 

   But what scared them the most wasn’t the monstrous creatures hiding in the shadows, or the voices that kept speaking to them, showing them horrific illusions, no.

 

   They were more scared of him finding out.

 

   Mori Ougai.

 

   The owner of the house.

 

   Their father.