[HIATUS] Sausage Party [Twisted Wonderland x Reader]

2: Dark Mirror Is A Motherfucker

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"-age went?" You faintly hear a male voice as you and Crowley approach the doors to the room where the orientation was being held, "He disappeared midway through the ceremony…"

"Some headmage he is."

"Ohhh," You widen your eyes, "Someone's talking shiiiit."

"Language." Crowley sighs, adjusting his grip on the whip.

"Maybe he had a tummy ache."

You freeze at that voice.

Is that… Tanjiro?

Oblivious to your inner turmoil, Crowley slams the doors open with a flourish, making his presence known flamboyantly.

"I most certainly did not!" He declares.

"Ah, speak of the devil." Oh no, the boy who sounds like Tanjiro had red hair.

The Universe hates you, you decided.

"If you must know, I was searching for the new student who'd failed to show up for orientation," Crowley gestures to you.

You grimace when you notice there is not a single chick in this room. It's just a bunch of dudes and wiener havers. Is that why Crowley was confused that you're a girl? Is this an all boy's academy??

You wave a peace sign awkwardly, feeling self conscious from all the stares from a bunch of dudes. Not because they're a bunch of dudes, but you're a scarred-covered bitch and boys are degenerates.

You can hear some gossip already about you being a girl, and you're just wondering when you'll perish.

"You are the only one who has yet to be assigned a dorm. Step up to the Dark Mirror, and be quick about it," Crowley huffs, "I'll watch your weasel."

"Literally, I have never met this cat before in my life," You refrain from rolling your eyes as you walk up to the very ominous mirror. "But does anyone care about who I've met before? No. No one gives a shit about who I'm associated with."

You step up and stand in front of the mirror, putting your hands on your hips.

"'Sup, man. You care about who I do and do not know, right?"

The weird face in the mirror just stares.

"..."

"..."

"State your name."

Aight, nevermind then.

You look back at Crowley with hesitation, "First name, then last name?"

He nods.

"I'm [Y/n] [L/n]…"

"[Y/n]…"

Yep, that's your name for sure.

Probably.

Who knows.

"The nature of your soul is…"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...unclear to me."

Epic.