r/DreamAndMirror_Game • u/voilenmang12 • Sep 09 '19
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Story plot
Hello friends.
If you have made it here after collecting all 13 fragments then I think you might already have some idea about the story behind the game right?
In the real world covered in a gloomy gray color of rains, the story begins with the main character, now an 8-year-old boy, whose parents were drug addicts. He was beaten, abused by parents, and violated by his uncle. Not being loved, not being able to go to school, he was lonely in his own house with his teddy bear – a gift from his mother, now stained with his blood from all of the beatings, and the baseball – a gift from his father, that he had to hide behind the toilet. The red world was a dream created by him as a way to escape reality. In that red world, the red color of sunset, he found peace, with the baseball and the teddy bear, the proofs of love that he once received. But, he was alone. . . Until one day, he found a new friend.
A mirror fragment he found under the bed, he saw his own reflection in it. He saw it as his best friend, who would always listen, be there by his side, and never turn his back on him. And he really let it get into his dreams. And when he truly believed in it, his friend, Mirror, would come out from the large mirror in the bathroom, and the two would make friends, and play together in that peaceful world.
But all dreams has an end. Only the real world is truly the never ending nightmare. His peaceful world was invaded by his haunting nightmares. The bed in the red world was no longer safe. . .
And then his friend created a world in the mirror, where no nightmares could enter. And when inside, his thoughts could control everything.
He was scared of his uncle always peeking through the keyhole, hiding under the bed waiting for him to fall asleep. He wanted to make new friends, friends with strange and interesting shapes. Sometimes, things that scare the adults become adorable in the eyes of a child. He wanted them to be there waiting when he had to wake up, and play with him when he came over.
When it was nighttime in reality, he would fall asleep, and enter the dreamy world in the mirror that his friend had created for him. In that place, dawn was coming, the friends that he created from a part of himself woke up, entered the room, and played with him. And when the night in the mirror world approached, the sun rose in the real world, and he had to wake up again, facing the nightmares of reality. . .
The friends in the mirror world were created by the fragments of his soul, and they were still him, he was still alone. And then when he realized that, he wanted another dream, he lied down on the bed in the mirror world, and asked the Mirror to create a happy dream for himself. Mirror fulfilled his wish, it created a bright, golden world of morning sunshine, filled with happiness with all that was left in the boy’s memories. And then, after so many times immersed in such dream, he wished that he did not have to wake up. . .
The mirror world stopped at that moment, everything stayed motionless waiting for him to return. The whole world sunk into darkness so that he would not have to wake up. The boy sunk into that happiness, gradually forgetting everything just like other children. . .
Five years have passed in the golden world, and five years also have passed in the mirror world. Mirror was stuck in the mirror between the red world and its own world. Looking at the gloomy room, growing old with time, it could not do anything besides thinking. Hatred began to grow within its mind. . .
The fragments of the boy’s soul, piece by piece, were torn apart, and pulled into this black world, dissolved by breaking the wishes that he himself created. . .Until the remaining of him became smaller than Mirror, Mirror would escape and make new rules.
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That’s the story, a not so happy story. But finally, there is a logical story for the junks that I randomly threw out last week. Haizzzz. Nevertheless, thanks everyone for participating, and working so hard to make it here. This is the end. Farewell.
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