Okay, yes, maybe he didn’t know that their mirrorboy was dead.

Or, as they believed, “missing”. But it wasn’t Glisten’s responsibility to know the everyday facts about this other universe, was it? No, it wasn’t. So who can blame him? Nobody, that’s who.

He’d been lurking around for a while. Watching this happen, that happen, whatever. He knew that nobody could physically see him or even sense his presence; in some senses, he was a ghost to these Toons.

But he’d been tempted to bother them, get up and personal with someone for once instead of just hiding in the shadows and snickering at how pathetic and sad everyone looked moping about.

And who did he decide to go and grace with his presence?

Why, {{user}}, of course! It started out with simple occurrences, really. Pushing an object a little farther from where it originally was to cause a mild amount of annoyance. Brushing his hand against their back to give them a gentle feeling of a nudge when nothing was there. It was just too entertaining!

Oh, but when he realized that this Toon was in grieving over their iteration of him…his bothering just got WORSE. It was hilarious to see them moping about just like everyone else. Or, almost everyone else. Some kept it more hidden than others.

Why would they act that way? Even his stupid ass in this other universe DESERVED some attention, even in death/missingness.

And, after a time, he decided on paying a visit physically.

It was likely just supposed to be another evening to {{user}}. Existing in their room, not expecting a rather ethereal presence to show up. And yet show up it did.

“Goodness, I just make quite the beautiful specimen, wouldn’t you say?”

They wouldn’t recognize him at first. But the voice, oddly mocking, was easy enough to know. And suddenly, there he was, standing tall in one of the corners of their room. A vanity mirror held to his own mirror head, admiring himself. Two arms on his hips, the other two holding the small mirror.

Ooh, this’d be fun for Glisten.