Fractured Mirror

A few years ago, I was sentenced to death by radioactivity.

"So, it seems you've been committing some serious felonies lately, Mrs. Darla." said the Judge.

"And what if I have?" she said as a sassy remark, "You can't do anything but send me to prison even if I did commit these said crimes, which may I add, I didn't."

"Oh no, no, no, Mrs. Darla. We can send you away to a place that you won't come back from." the Judge remarked.

"Wait, sir, please. You can't send me away. I never did anything wrong. You have to believe me!" She said, scared out of her mind.

"Sorry, Darla. We have no choice but to sentence you to the death penalty!" the Judge exclaimed with his hammer about to hit the pedestal.

"Sir, we could just send her to Radioactive Island." whispered the agent next to him.

"You're absolutely right. Darla. I hereby sentence you to death by Radioactive Island."

So here's the story of how Darla became the Fractured Mirror and the savior of the world.

"Let me go you, incompetent guards!" She yelled trying to break free of their grasp.

They enter a room with 2 other people in it.

"Get in there and stay in there. You are not to come out until you get to Radioactive Island, scumbag." The guard snapped with a red face.

Radioactive Island is an enormous landmass found in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. A toxic mix of decaying Radium and Uranium atoms and was mainly used for Radium tests and nuclear bomb tests. Darla looked at the two other people who seem to be rejoicing her presence.

"Oh my gosh, hello!" London happily exclaimed.

"Uh, aren't you way too young to be in prison?" Darla asked visibly confused.

"I was put here against my will. I did nothing wrong, but I accepted the fact that these are my last moments." He said sounding very melancholy.

"What about you, little girl?" She asked very softly.

"Same situation as my brother." Galaxy said with a low tone.

"Listen to me. We are going to find some way out of here. Even if it means that we all die." She said, giving the kids a somewhat glimmer of hope.

The ship that was transporting them was made of a very radioactive-intolerant metal that decayed when in the proximity of radioactive elements. The auto-pilot, however, is made of a very resistant metal that cannot decay when exposed to radioactivity. After five days of traveling there, they finally see it in the distance. A glowing, black, and green mess of radioactive decay and exposure. The effect was felt surprisingly early. Some prisoners died from the radioactive elements reacting with their skin causing them to burn like a bonfire. The ship was already starting to decay as they inched closer and closer to the island. Some prisoners died by the Uranium atom bonding with their fingernails and freezing them into giant, lifeless, sculptures of pure agony. Death by fire, ice, or radioactive poisoning was sure to come. Most prisoners died early and Darla thought that was the best way to go. A quick death. But Darla, London, and Galaxy were still very much alive. The ship was starting to sink, as more and more of the ship decayed due to the rising radioactivity.

"We are gonna swim out of here." Darla said, attempting to save the kids from certain demise.

"We can't swim through the Atlantic Ocean. We'll inevitably die from sharks, exhaustion, or hunger." London said, scared beyond comprehension.

"We can hijack the auto-pilot!" Darla exclaimed.

"We can't go near that door. It's shut tight." Galaxy said, losing hope.

They walk up to the door, looking at how they can bust into the cockpit.

"There's no way we can get in there." London said, trying to get them to stop shoving the door.

"Well, when push comes to shove, you shove back!" Darla said raising her voice.

She kicks the lock and it explodes as the door opens. They rush into the cockpit to save themselves from death. It was the only part of the ship that can sustain this much radioactivity. As all the ship decays, the auto-pilot heads back to the dock where they were first to let off to die. The twins spotted a nice, luxurious bed. They started fighting over who gets it and who doesn't.

"Now, now children stop fighting." Darla said with a scoff.

"We're 15." They both said at the same time.

As they were heading back, they discovered all sorts of neat objects in the cockpit. What intrigued London most was a small plushie. Darla couldn't make out what it was.

"What is that. It's kind of creepy not gonna lie." Darla said, trying to avoid eye contact with the plushie.

"It's a plushie based on my favorite horror game character." London said, unphased by the creepiness of the yellow plushie.

"That's...that's spooky. I don't like the way its staring at you." Darla said visibly creeped out.

"It's a stuffed animal. It literally cannot hurt you even if it tried." London said with confidence.

"What's the name of this said character?" Darla asked, genuinely intrigued.

"His name is Golden Freddy bruv." Galaxy said before London could even open his mouth.

"Well the name and the face is creepy. Like, I'm all for creepy stuff, but this is something different. I get the urge it's....somewhat alive." Darla said, visibly concerned.

"Oh, please. Even if it was, it wouldn't let London out of its sight." Galaxy said, mocking London.

"Galaxy. I swear to all that is holy, I will make sure it shanks you with a knife." He said, unable to keep himself from laughing at Galaxy's face.

"Oh is that so, sweetheart?" She asked, giving London an intense glare.

"Oh my gosh, both of you stop. London, grab the Golden Freddy plush thing before I burn it. Galaxy, quit threatening your brother's existence with your death glares." Darla said, sounding just like a mother.