Mortem looked at Y/N through the mirror. The plage doctor mask made you shiver down to your spine in fear. The creature seemed to sense that and grinned brightly, waiting for the opportunity to bite your cute little head off. After what seemed like a long time Mortem leaned closer to you from the other side of the mirror. Scratching some words with it’s nails into the mirror, causing it to make a uncomfortable sound echoing into your ears, causing you to feel ill. The text said: ”You know we aren’t really different.” The only thing Y/N could think was that the mirror was expensive af and it annoyed her as hell. But, I mean. What could they do? The creature was fed up of waiting so when you looked away for one second to check your watch a loud ”CRACKKKKK” bounced in rhythm to the concrete walls. You feared the worst, and a pity, it was right. Mortem now stood in front of you. Double your size.