Reversed Cinderella
notabe-anymore:
“Can you repeat that again? My name, I mean.” Abe asked, tapping and feeling the glass thinning in front of him. Of course. He knows who he is now. And he knows what this dark pit of hunger and darkness where his heart should be actually wants. “I’m Bloody fucking Mary. Not exactly what I wanted to on Halloween but it’ll do.”
If you’re Bloody Mary, and if I remember correctly, repeating your name wont end well for me,[ she read too many creepypastas to know that was a bad idea.] I just want this to be over. I don’t like being a Naga.
"That's a myth. Nothing has proven that theory right." Abe said, tapping the glass as it slowly hardens again. Goddammit. "Same here. I don't wanna trapped inside a fucking mirror anymore. I don't even know how I ended up here."









