I stared at the stupid ugly ass bitch that looked back at me, the glare from the glass made it hard to not blink.

"I'll kill you if you copy me again, I'm not in the mood today." I growled, stepping closer, cocking the rifle.

And guess what?! They copied me!

"Oh you mother fu-

One second I was firing the gun, the next I was laying on the ground with a bullet in my stomach.

"YOU DUMB BITCH! YOU SHOT YOUR REFLECTION HAHAHAHAHA!" Jeff and BEN laugh in the far off distance.

...

The skilled young killer eyed the buck that fed in the distance, it's perfect furr coat shined in the newborns suns gaze.

Slowly, the lead Proxy came to join the youngest that was kneeled in the brush. Coming by the side of the killer, he looked over the concentrated posture. "Just aim and shoot, once you get killing animals down, you can kill anything." He whispers, leading the killers bow and arrow to a straighter angle.

He holds his hand on top of the proxies, silently telling the younger to wait.

"What if I don't want to kill." The youngling whispered, resisting the urge to let the bow fly to quickly. "Then are you a proxy?" The man whispers, staring at the younger killer waiting for a defeat.

"...." The proxy didn't respond, it aimed, it let go, it killed, Striking the beautiful buck in the chest, a quick death.

"Hm, then you are a proxy." Tim smiles, standing up to gaze out on the bucks dead body. "Toby'll be happy for the fresh venison!" Tim smiled, watching the young adult swing the bow over their shoulder and walk to the body.

Tim joined besides Y/n while walking to the beasts limp form that slept beautifully in the meadow.

A strong breeze brushed past the two, a faint warmth was felt in the killers palm. "I think I can live like this, for the rest of my Everlasting life." Y/n finally speaks up, admiring the deers dead body.

"At'a Girl/Boy." Tim pats the killers shoulder, smiling. Y/n stares in the deers beaty eye, their reflection being the last the deer ever deserved to look apon. The young adult bites down on their lip, and for some reason, they can't help but to see themselves in the deers dead and lifeless body.

Y/n looks up to Tim, meeting his gaze.

"You tried to kill me," the proxy whispered, feeling chills run down their spine as the true killers face formed a sadistic smile.

"But I survived you, this universe that is not my own." They continued, hardening their gaze on the leader.

"And what are you now? Hm?" Tim stepped closer.

The youngling paused, not breaking eye contact.

"A survivor."

"Arn't we all? That's what proxies are Y'know, people who aren't scared to get revenge." Tim grunted, getting down onto his knees, ready to gut the deer.

Y/n kept their gaze on the back of Tims head, resisting the urge to let the mans body fall besides the bucks. Their lips formed a straight line, "I'm not scared." Y/n stated.

The woods became silent, having their words come on display.

Tim looked back up at Y/n with a smile, "Never said 'ya were, now get your knife we got some work to do." Tim winked at the proxy, and went back to work on the deers lower stomach.

Nothing really ever changes in this universe you now call home, feelings are hurt, angry words are exchanged, sorrys are muttered.

But one thing is to remember, all through the good and bad, and the many more immortal years to come for your sorry soul,

This universe, is complete bullshit.

....