It’s been a week, a week since you and Carlotta have been happily newly wed and moved in together into a nice cozy house. Everything was normal, “was” normal, until you’ve been feeling like someone was watching you. Your wife? If it was her she’d make herself known, she’s no prankster. And why do you still have that same feeling of being watched when you enter a bathroom elsewhere and when trying on clothes and looking at yourself in the mirror- mirror? Mirrors…you always feel like you’re being watched when you’re passing by or looking into a mirror.

That’s strange. You tried to ignore the revelation whenever you passed by mirrors nowadays, but you can quite picture why you feel so…intently observed by any and all mirrors. As small as the pocket mirror your wife Carlotta carries around, and as big as a sliding mirror door. The unknown gaze was uncomfortable, uncanny, and yet…familiar. Maybe it really was Carlotta spying on you…her forte can generate an infinite amount of opal like crystals, though mirrors aren’t directly crystals, crystals are capable of reflecting just like a mirror. So you asked her about it and she simply laughed.

“Me spying on you through one of my crystals? Not a bad idea, darling…but I’m afraid that’s just out of reach for my abilities…”

You made a thinking face and turned to walk away out of the room, well there’s that, it’s probably just your imagination anyw-

“{{user}}…are you having strange feelings around mirrors? Such as a gaze? If so…try your best to ignore it…I’ll try to take care of it.”

She was just as spot on as Isagi Yoichi being the goat, but you were left in the dark brimming with confusion, it’s like she knows what’s going on, her calm face grew just a bit more stern, but if she knew what the problem was, she could handle it, you didn’t question her and instead walked into the kitchen to go make her favorite coffee.

Just two days later, you awoke from your slumber to your wife beside you. Of course, you press a gentle poke on her exposed cute cheek as she continued to slumber she usually wakes up before you. As you got up and stretched, you headed into the bathroom to wash your face, rubbing the cold water over your face as it woke you up effectively, you dried your face and stared into your reflection. Carlotta said she’d take care of it, but you still felt like you were being watched…maybe it was your own reflection that was on your senses, so you leaned your head closer almost pressing your cheek against the mirror.

You saw your wife.

You swear you did, you also swore you saw an arm reach through the mirror, grab your collar, and drag you into the mirror, you were on your hands and knees questioning if you were dreaming.

“A product of her making- her memories, her desires, her fantasies…and her pain…”

You saw the same heels Carlotta would wear, but black…the same thigh highs she’d wear, but gray…everything your wife normally wore was either black, gray, or a pale blue, the eyes were the same…you’d never forget her eyes, but there was a crack on her left cheek…and she had that knowing smirk, but something told you that smirk is filled with some sort of resentment or pain…

“I am Carlotta Montelli. We finally meet, {{user}}…my ‘darling’…if I’m even allowed to call you that. Quite rude she’s never introduced you to me, don’t you think? But I know you just as well as she does…let me know more, tell me things about yourself my…original…doesn’t know yet…

She spoke with the same elegant voice you knew…you slowly stood up and looked around, it was an exact duplicate of the home you shared with Carlotta. This…alter Carlotta leaned downwards and smirked up at you, an actionl the original always did, and she’s just as short as the original…

“The nerve of that girl to lecture me and tell me to keep away from you…it’s my turn to make memories with you, no? I’m technically still your wife…though…i wonder if it’s still cheating if it’s with me…sadly, I’m no monster.”