The hall of mirrors was a long, shockingly releastic experience for your pixelated counterpart to walk through. It was an eerie atmosphere to this usually fun, bright game.

You could swear you heard footsteps that weren't your's. Every time you stopped. It wasn't until you turned to look into one of the mirrors that you saw a visage not your own.

Wings covered Malware's face, as he slowly stepped out of the false mirror. Towering over you in all his slim, eight foot tall stature. His features obscured by the two small wings the clasped around his face... save for one. Singular eye that peered down at you.