Mirror World: Fury of the Dispossessed
"Here... so, the kid named Jin Hoyoung? Who owns this fucker's body?"
"Me."
I pointed at some random kid from the real world beyond the mirror, and one of the children shot his hand up.
"Aren't you curious what that fucker is doing with your body?"
"Uh... not really."
"I don't give a shit if you're a juvenile delinquent."
"I'm curious!"
I dragged the real Jin Hoyoung right up to the barrier and let him watch what the fake Jin Hoyoung was up to on the other side of the mirror.
"Uwaaaaaah! That motherfucker is posting nudes in the class group chat with my smartphone!!!!!"
"How's that feel right now?"
"Like shit!"
"Good. Don't hold back that rage boiling up from the depths of your soul! You've got the freedom not to be oppressed!"
"That motherfucker! I've built such a perfect image in class, fuck!!!!"
"Your anger is perfectly justified, kid. Even Jesus watched the Crusades live while munching popcorn, and there's a reason for that."
Because anger is the most entertaining emotion humans have. These kids have no idea how many wild incidents erupt whenever it spirals into greed, hatred, or disgust. Maybe they'll figure it out when they grow up and make their first life-defining fuckup—like deciding to go to grad school.
That anger is the foundation of humanity.
"What do you wanna do about it, Jin Hoyoung?"
"Beat his ass! Grab him by the hair and slam his head over and over! Ughhh!!!"
The kid gnashed his teeth, imitating a pro wrestler as he spat out his fury. I nodded in satisfaction and tapped the barrier.
"There's a way. Right now, we're intangible spiritual beings, so as long as we use the ghost gate, we can mess with him easy as pie."
"For real?"
"You think I'd bullshit a kid like you? Just trust me when I say it. Wanna go to hell?!"
"...I'll trust you."
"Alright, get ready."
I waited for the fake Jin Hoyoung to step into the bathroom and face the mirror, then grabbed the real one and scrubbed his face wildly against it.
"Eek... gik... gaaaaack!"
"Hold still! Can't help it if you wanna project your existence through the barrier!"
The fake, washing his hands at the sink like usual, suddenly sensed something off and peered into the mirror. He jolted back and fell on his ass, shrieking like a little girl—kyaaah! It was a sight to behold.
"Good, he senses us now. Spiritual beings get way easier to interfere with once they're aware of you."
"Ugh... really?"
"You think I'm bullshitting, you little shit? It's just my deduction."
They say if someone with spirit sight locks eyes on a ghost, the ghost realizes it's been spotted. Or how ghosts gather when you tell scary stories at night, or just strongly imagining them and feeling fear amps up their presence. Point is, the moment the fake spotted the ghost-like real Jin Hoyoung, fear started leaking out.
Now we on this side of the barrier could use that fear as energy to temporarily mess with the fake.
Probably.
I gathered the kid legion, sharpening their blades of revenge, and pointed at the fake bolting to his room.
"Make that fucker piss himself."
"Leave it to us, boss."
"Kekeke, finally the '38th boss' of Kangcheon Elementary steps up."
"Ahh, what a killer night."
We surrounded the fake's room from beyond the barrier, pounding on it like maniacs and screaming our lungs out. To the fake in reality, it'd look like the room was swarming with shadows cackling, chattering, and whispering from every direction.
In the end, the fake clutched his head, flailing like a lunatic before rolling his eyes back and passing out. Pissing himself was just the bonus.
"Perfect, spot's open. Go on, you pissy pants Jin Hoyoung. And don't come back!"
"Fuck! It wasn't me who pissed!"
"You think adults learn responsibility without the fun part first? Go wash your stinky pissy undies."
As soon as the fake popped out of the body, I shoved the real Jin Hoyoung through the barrier. The kid, who couldn't pass through before, slipped right in smooth as diving into water.
Reclaiming his body, Jin Hoyoung cursed up a storm while sneaking the soaked undies and pants away from his parents.
"Excellent. My hypothesis checked out perfectly. We sacrificed one pissy pants, but we got a way back to reality."
"Whew, that pissy pants was so 'weak' we didn't even use 1% of our power."
"Be grateful the Asan Elementary mid-laner like me only had to use Ground Slam three times, pissy pants."
"Ahh, he's the weakest of us. Pissy pants doesn't deserve to stand shoulder-to-shoulder."
The whiny brats from fear, dread, and despair? Gone. All that remained were demons eyeing the next body to wreck after Jin Hoyoung.
"Kids these days are scary. Back in my school days, they were all good eggs."
"That's 'cause you were hot as fuck and loaded. Delinquents are weak to the strong and brutal to the weak—total hypocrites."
I thought back to my own honest delinquent days as I walked on. S-man and I both had our demon phases, but now as adults, we'd learned to play society, hiding our true nature behind law-abiding citizen masks.
At least I never fucked a guy.
The mirror world ran on opposite logic from reality—if you thought a long distance was 'short,' it actually shortened. Like the general's shrinking-earth technique, we zipped to the next missing kid's house and spotted fresh prey.
"Oh, this one's rifling through his parents' wallet. Who owns this fucker's body?"
"Me."
"Press your ear to the barrier."
"Why?"
"Just do it, no backtalk. Wanna go to hell?!"
Luckily, this delinquent wasn't some satanic heretic—he obediently pressed his ear up. I pointed at the fake dipping into the parents' wallet with the real kid's hands.
"Hear that?"
"What sound?"
"Your parents' hearts breaking."
"Fuck!"
I grabbed the protesting kid's head and jammed it back to the barrier. Deep night, parents asleep, fake filial son sneaking the wallet from their room—which had a vanity mirror. I scraped the barrier with his head, making scraaaape screeeeech scraaaape screeeeech noises.
The fake flinched, staring at the vanity. I didn't miss a beat, pounding the barrier hard. Alone in the master bedroom while parents slept peacefully, feeling the world shake? The fake losing his shit was inevitable.
"Everyone watch close. That's what happens to unfilial brats eyeing their parents' wallet without permission."
"Kek, still a kid."
"Short on allowance? I could live a week on ten thousand won."
"Oi oi, didn't they teach you at home that touching others' stuff makes you 'trash'? Makes me curious about his folks."
"No! You fuckers! That wasn't me!"
"Excuses, trouble. The fake's just mimicking your ingrained habits. How unfilial are you?"
"Look, the ghost possessing your body just bailed. Go grovel to your parents quick."
"Fuck, don't shove me in right when Mom and Dad wake up...!"
Another kid reclaimed his body. Tormented by our slanders, he crossed the barrier and got caught red-handed raiding the wallet.
Rub the dead's honor with your left hand, rub your dick with the right.
Leading a delinquent legion that could rival demons, S-man and I dishonorably discharged dozens of kids in one night.
"Nooooo! I don't watch that shit! I only watch wholesome stuff!!!!!"
One got busted downloading furry beastkin porn behind his parents' backs.
"Aaaaaah! You psycho! What the fuck did you do with my body! No, I swear I don't have that hobby, stop looking at me weird!!!"
Another caught cross-dressing with his sister's clothes and makeup.
"Kieeeek! This can't be real! Snap out of it snap out of it snap out of it snap out of it snap out of it snap out of it snap out of it snap out of itsnapoutofsnapoutofsnapoutof!!!!!!!"
The kid who bragged about being the best LoL player at school got demoted from Bronze to Iron thanks to the fake's trash games.
After sending the last kid back to the real world, S-man and I faced the gravest issue head-on.
One side: a total loser chugging booze like he'd die of acute alcohol poisoning any second.
The other: a Gangnam chad blowing millions in a club overnight on sketchy women with god-knows-what STDs, orgy-style.
"Tranny dude fleecing you and pounding artificial pussy vs. orgy with who-knows-where-they've-been chicks."
"...I swear I'm not that guy."
"I know. Just saying."
I pondered how to fuck up the fake S-man, high as fuck on mystery weed and shaking his hips wildly. Conclusion: impossible.
No way to shock a guy amped on drugs, booze, and sticky group sex.
So I switched views back to the office I was stuck in. Better for me to reclaim first and physically help S-man return.
"You wait there, and when I exorcise, jump back in your body then."
"Boss, you don't look much different. How you planning to get back?"
"Turns out I don't need to lift a finger."
I watched the real office interior visible only from the mirror world.
Because my pocket watch had just hit 11 hours, 59 minutes, 59 seconds.
It shows exactly 12 hours—the time till I escape or resolve whatever mess I'm in.
When I first entered the mirror world, the hands were spinning wild. Sending kids back one by one shrank the time fast.
Now, at 12 hours...
The nameless ghost cockily possessing my body suddenly got its head lopped off, wrapped in red ropes, plastered with dozens of talismans, and yanked out by force.
"What the...?"
"Five reapers and one death god. Two more reapers than last time. I'm out first. Get back in your body on time."
"W-wait, boss! That doesn't freak you out?!"
"Just a few idle stalkers. No biggie."
"That was in your body! You almost ended up like that!"
"I won't die, dumbass. Can't have a man that scared..."
"That's one of the death flags guys always say before dying."
"Quit yapping like a girl. I'm going."
I hopped over the barrier between mirror and real world, sucked straight into my now-empty body. Felt like getting slurped into super-strong suction.
This is what a vacuum pussy feels like...?