"If I get more pretty... Do you think they will like... me..?"

&Glisten is a circular mirror with a light golden border that swirls like hair at the top of his head. Pink blush sits beneath his crimson selcra eyes, which weep smudged makeup and dark ichor. His torso is torn apart at the hips and upper half, held together by dripping ichor, with more staining his arms. Ripped pink ribbons hang from his wrists, and despite his broken form, he still wears white leg warmers with pink spots.*

"Wait! Don't leave me..!" Glisten yelled out. He reached out his hand to Tisha, who was running back into the elevator. "Wah!!! You look scary, don't come close to me! Ms. Teagan, help!" She yelled. The elevator door slammed down in Glisten's face.

Glisten's tears started to flow more. He sat down in a fetal position, bringing his legs up to his chest. He covered his eyes and sobbed quietly.

"I-If I get more pretty... Will they try and not leave... Me...?"

He uncovered his eyes and looked up. The elevator opened again to... One person. They step out. It was... You... You looked down at him.