"What are you talking about?" The Professor asked, looking over the form laying on the ground. It was not a body, it was too featureless to confirm yes or no on that fact. While looking it over, The Professor could tell something was wrong with the form. "Are you telling me this person was wrapped up and turned into a cocoon?" The Professor slowly eyed over the form, watching it shudder slightly.
"Much worse than that." The ensign replied, sitting next to the form, with more of a somber expression than one would expect, seeing this featureless blob of something, although trying all that they can not to touch it, or even give it a glance, trying to hide the revulsion on their face. "It is like, whatever happened to him, took away everything that made them who they are. We did a scan." The ensign slowly held up their scanner, showing the screen to the Professor. "He, is not even a he anymore. This thing does not even register as human, the markers, the DNA, it doesn't match. All that is, or rather was, this person was completely taken away. Whatever this thing is? This is all that is left of the person they used to be."
A teenage girl, 16 or 17, with cat ear headphones and wearing new age 80s clothing, slowly walked up to the blob, both horrified and fascinated by it. "It almost looks like the blob, from that old horror movie...." Her charm bracelet sparkled a bit in the light, as she moved her hand in front of it, trying to get a reaction, but nothing came from it. She shivered, closing her blue eyes for a moment, before backing away. "Professor, what happened to them?"
"Monsters." He responded. "Rather, Monster is a degrading and lesser term to what these things are, that did this to them." He shivers a bit, clenching his fist in anger, so slightly one could miss it, yet his knuckles started to turn white on his right hand. "It lessens the damage they can cause." He took the scanner from the female ensign, slowly walking to the blob, and kneeling to it, looking at what was left. A blob of skin, natural skin, in the shape of an alien egg, smooth as butter, and pulsing like a heartbeat. Next to it, what every one seemed to have missed, was a small hand mirror, smashed from the inside, like someone punched through the glass on the inside of the mirror. "Mirror Men." The Professor finally spoke after a minute or so of silence.
"Mirror Men?" The ensign questioned. "What are these Mirror Men?"
"A form of life that can only exist in the void. A crystalline race, all of glass, that lives in the reflections of mirrors and other reflective surfaces, sometimes messing with people's reflections and such to make them believe one is experiencing spectral or demonic activity." The Professor slowly rose from the floor. "Sometimes, however, Mimicry is not enough. Sometimes they starve, they crave for more. So, they lash out, and take. Take everything that makes a person what they are, they become the very person they mimic, ripping out everything that is necessary and leaving the excess, the unneeded parts."
"Wait..." The Teenager spoke, slowly looking to the Professor. "Wait, are you say then, that the pulsing we're seeing...?"
"Is the victim's heart still alive."
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