Marshmallow face

firecracker - by the onyx. a bit outdated plot-wise, but it's funny
- river and, well, river but not

- didn't happen

"♩fresh photos with the bomb lighting... new man on the Minnesota vikings... ...do do do ... needed something more exciting...♩"

Blaze blinked. He could stand- woah, he could STAND- and he was in a dark hallway, the walls covered in paintings of fire… And a yellow-orange cat with green eyes. Huh.

He turned around, confused, to find a vanity lit up by little fluorescent lights above, behind it a mirror with broken glass. He peered into it, inspecting himself.

Well, his scar had healed!- that was good. He still looked like a mess though.

Blaze sighed. The reflection of himself did too, and he leaned on the side of the vanity, whiskers twitching. Then he fumbled, head almost slipping off the table.

He heard a giggle, and stopped, jerking up.

"'Ey there, gorgeous."

He stopped. OH MOONS THAT WAS THE MIRROR-

Blaze let out the pitchiest shriek he had ever heard, stumbling backwards and smacking his head on the hard black floor. He groaned, slowly looking up at the mirror again with surging panic. The figure was still sitting there, resting its head on its paws with a smirk, leaning over the... opposite vanity.

"Wh-who are you?" Blaze blubbered.

The other him frowned. "Uh, YOU. It's pretty obvious." It narrowed its eyes, looking slightly concerned. "Did I really get so dumb as to not know how I look?"

"Y-yes." Blaze responded quietly. "I-I don't think I saw any sort of reflecting thing until the Azure Kingdom. -Not really used to how I look."

The other him just stared. "You're dumb. You really are dumb."

He backed up a bit again, offended. "I'm not dumb!"

The mirror shook its head. "You're a soft, squishy boy. I can already see it. Bet you're a little sheep loyally following a psychopath." It scoffed.

Blaze folded his arms, biting back tears. They would probably look childish in front of whoever this was. "Kitten isn't a psychopath..."

The other him stopped. The other him looked down at its paws. The other him's eyes widened. "You have got to be kidding me." It looked up, brows furrowed. "I- I... I wasn't being serious with that last part-"

Blaze huffed. "Kitten isn't a psychopath. There!"

The mirror image froze for a second, then fell to the counter, bursting out in laughter. "OH MOONS I'VE REALLY DONE IT! I'VE BECOME A LIVING MARSHMALLOW."

He tried to wipe the wetness from his eyes before it noticed, but that hope was long gone. The other him whipped back up, still cackling loudly. It pointed straight at him, barely able to keep itself from falling over like he did. "AND I'M BULLYING MYSELF!!! THROUGH A MIRROR!!"

Blaze narrowed his eyes, sniffling. "You don't exist- if you even are me. I do. Shove off."

The reflection nodded, only giggling quietly now. "You are correct! But you still have MY memories and MY head. I'll always be there somewhere."

Blaze grimaced. "Oh no."

It grinned. "Mhm. Even when you're an old, burnt marshmallow about to get EATEN ALIVE by that Kitten girl, I'll be there laughing and doing the L at you. Magical, isn't it?"

Blaze turned away. "I don't like you."

The other him shrugged. "You aren’t supposed to." Then it sighed, looking back at the paintings on the reflection side. "Toad did. I miss Toad. You should give him a card or something for me, pretty."

Blaze backed up a whole lot at this. "You’re disgusting!"

Its grin widened. It did a little hair flip in the air. "No, we're beautiful!" Then the reflection giggled again. "Or- maybe just me. HA- I don't even LIKE marshmallows! Too sticky and sugary, and, well, they have melty brains." It gave him a horrible little look. "Kinda like you. Truth hurts, doesn't it?"

It did a little Sailor Moon pose, adding in a little "peace out" and disappeared.

The hallway crumbled around Blaze, and he screeched- buried by the walls and glass.

. . .

"EEEP!" Blaze jerked up, panting. He looked around wildly, finding himself in a bean bag chair in a dark room only lit by the bright light of a TV. Carkey Saxon and Steve were lounging in front of it, staring at the screen intently. Carkey turned to him when he heard the noise, looking confused.

"Are you okay?" The human asked, absently taking a drink from a cup of milk. Blaze paused, then nodded softly. "I think so. Had a weird dream."

Carkey blinked. "Ah. That explains why you were squirming around so much back there-" He smiled lightly "And mumbling about how pretty you were."

Blaze frowned. "Y-yeah." He paused again. "...Where are we again?"

Carkey Saxon cocked his head slightly, expression between confusion and bewilderment, almost searching. "In Beatrice's extra place, remember? We almost got taken by those giant mosquitoes- and she let us stay here for the night, since the bugs are really bad then- and we're going in the morning to" He grimaced. "save KITTEN, because she's my boss or whatever. You really wanted it.”

"I did- I do." Blaze said. They stared at each other for a few seconds, before Carkey said "We're watching holdball." and Blaze responded only with "I'm finding a mirror really quick."

\*It’s football, but football doesn’t even have any foot stuff so I renamed it. :)

He awkwardly got on his knees and moved himself over to the hallway, looking at the mirror on the wall, which was luckily low enough for him to see himself a little bit. The scar had not healed. It looked gross. A lot of his face was burnt.

Blaze frowned. He kinda looked like a marshmallow.

*end*

1. ↑ Truth Hurts, Lizzo ':)
2. ↑ run it's his invisible charm-
3. ↑ because in the U.S., football is keep away