The Pres

We’re back from where we left off last episode. The motherfuckin arm can talk, that’s all I, the Narrator, can sayabout that thing now, cus I’m shitting my pants it’s so crazy. Cumhaill is in disbelief while still gripping his nuts with his non-mirror hand cus he got punched in them, and Marce is totally freaked. The mirror arm on the other hand (hah), is very dissatisfied with the predicament.

Cumhaill groans. “Where did you come from!”

"Are you stupid?" Mirror arm grabbed him by the hair and pulled up. "I was that mirror for over fifty years."

Mirror arm pushes his head into the ground.

"ARGH!" Cumhaill's cheeks are squished so he sounds real goofy, "Mwy miwor? Hwow?"

"Aren't you a Knoballs? Did your family teach you a damn thing? I'm a spirit. The Spirit of Reflection to be exact bruh."

Knoballs. A family name that reverberates in Cumhaill's head and shakes his teeny core. It's the family name of his dead af parents, but he no longer goes by that last name since being adopted. From then on he goes by Longcarrot, Cumhaill Longcarrot, earning the nickname 'cum carrot' from a few bullys.

 "As for the reason I was in your goddamn mirror—as embarrassing as it is—I fell for one of your family's fuckin tricks; a spirit sealing pane of glass." Mirror Arm roars. "And to top it all off, I've fallen for one again within seconds of freedom! Stupid! STUPID! STUPID!"

Cumhaill cant find a moment to process as the Mirror Arm slams his head into the ground. "Whah-hart-too, evem sauaging..." ("What are you even saying," For the viewers who might not understand.) 

"Stop that!" Marce came in with a drop kick to the mirror arm and then fell on her back.

Woah PANTY SHOT! (Hell yeas in the comments please) cus she's wearing a skirt as all girls do every day all the time and if not they're not a girl lol. Cumhaill gets a good angle too (Hell yeas in the comments please x2) It's also very important you know she is wearing pink ones with lace. Also she is like fifteen which is very appropriate cus japan animes does it by my calculations and sources. I'm sure you love it every time they do this when showing anime to a friend or family for their first time.

Cumhaills nose bleeds like spilt strawberry jam and looks away respectfully coz he's a gentleman and that’s his sister so it’s weird but not at the same time to weebs.

The attack took the Mirror Arm by surprise, but wasn't anything it couldn't shake off. "Hey bitch. What do you think you're doing? I'll fuck you up!" 

"You were gonna kill my big bow!"

"SHUT UP BRAT!" Mirror Arm reaches for Marce's neck but is held back. "huh?"

Cumhaill stopped his shenanigans with a little clever move called literally controlling his own arm coz he wasn't doing that before like an idiot. "Don't you lay my fingers on her."

"Damnit. I figured a pussy like you would stay down and never figure it out."

"So it looks like I have priority when it comes to moving this arm." Cumhaill hehs badassily. "Good to know."

“Yea yea yea. I give in.” Sais the mirror arm, absolutely defeeted.

The two recollect themselves while the mirror arm keeps quiet in pondering think. There’s so much to process, parents playing tricks on spirits, seals, family name has some meaning. This is beginning to feel like some sort of written story. 

“Dammit.” Mirror arm tried to take control.

“Hey what are you trying to do?” Cumhaill easily resists.

“Let me see that shoulder, and by that I mean look at it.”

“Look at my shoulder?” Cumhaill’s eyes twitch toward it but he stops. “Wait a minute. You’re trying to trick me.”

“There’s no tricks here you goofy ah kid. I’m trying to confirm sumthin.”

“Sly spirit thinks he’s clever.” Cumhaill laughs while pointing to mirror arm.

“Don’t listen to a thing it says.” Marce reinforces with a raised fist.

Mirror arm gets angy. “Look. I’m trying to find out what kind of seal it is. The glass I was in had only a capture seal, so once the host got destroyed, I was free, but I received pain when caught in this arm.”

“And? You deserve it.”

“You’re not getting the point. What I’m saying is this might be a host link seal. If your parents were any competent, they’d have taught you at least that too.”

"Blah blah blah. Someone order an extra large yappuccino?" Cumhaill pushes up an invisible pair of glasses by the bridge and smirks. He started wearing contacts after the bullies broke so many.

"Shut the fuck up,” mirror arm bursted with rage enough to take control and raise a fist. “Ah forget it,” It went limp. “If what I think is true, there’s no point…”

Mirror arm deflated into a depressive state far greater than when Cumhaill first took control, signifying an absolute victory to Marce and him. They do a little fist-bump and she brings the omu-raisu from the floor to continue the morning. 

"Itadakimasu!"  Cumhaill claps his hands and bows before picking up the chopsticks.

In excitement, Cumhaill tries to spin a chopstick around his thumb as a little trick. The first attempt fails as the chopstick falls to his plate. "I usually do it with pencils..." He picks it back up and tries again, but this time it flings off to the floor beside the bed.

There's an awkward pause before Marce flinches, having spaced out. "Oh let me get that for you," she reaches for it.

"No-no. I got it." He bends over to pick up the chopstick, but he forgot that his tray of food is in his lap, so it slips away and falls to the floor as well. "Dammit!"

"Oh man..." 

They both observe the mess on the floor with restrained pain in their faces.

"I-I can make you another." Marce attempts to get up and leave.

"No you don't have to... I'm not hungry." Cumhaill sits defeated, still staring at the mess.

"Then I'll clean it up."

"No. I'l take care of that."

"Ok." Marce stays put awkwardly, then gets up to leave for real this time. "I'll go sweep the shrine area with a cool shrine maiden outfit on to catch some vibes."

"Aight. Peace."

When Marce leaves the room, Cumhaill falls back in bed cus he is absolute bone head and embarassed for making mess in front of his cute sugoi sister. Thoughts about how he wish he was better and stronger and cooler so he can be relied on rather than loook like fool rush through brain like crazy.

Glancing at the mess he decides to get to clean. “No use dwelling on how pathetic i am and get to making up for it.” 

While sweeping up the food onto the plate and tray, he noticed how warm and delicious it still looks and feels, and strange disgusting urges take over. “It’s be a real shame if this went to waste. Five minute rule? Sister won’t come back anyway.” He thinks.

Like a putrid rat he is, he done slops on the omelette rice goop from fhe floor. It is as though he is some nasty prisoner in very strict prison that give no meals. How cruel an image, yet he do it in his own home as a seemingly respectable young man, but that is not the case. 

“Mmm yummy.” He divulges.

Unbeknownst to him, there was a visitor on the premises. A cute girl from their school question mark? She looks very serious and maybe a fiery attitude, and an armband signifying a position of importnwnce; stewdant council president!!!  

Watch out Cumhaill, you may be in for a rollers coaster ride of event seen ever!

“Oh it’s you again…” says Marce as she stops sweeping and rolls her eyes. “Here to torment my brother again?”

“Hmph! As If I’d come here willingly.” The president girl crosses her arms, a big envelope in hand. She shakes it to bring it to Marce’s attention. “It’s my duty to deliver  today’s assignments that slacking punk is missing.” 

Marce went back to sweeping. “Well I don’t remember it being your duty. Besides, doesn’t the class rep or something do that, and wouldn’t they wait till the end of the day? Where’s my handouts?”

“Enough questions freshmen. You and the author clearly don’t understand a thing, so let me get away with it.” The pres seems to almost go apeshit, stomping towards the home.

“Hey!” Marce gets in her way. “Big bro isn’t taking any visitors anyways. I’ll hand those to him and you can go on your merry way.”

“What’s your deal? While I’m here I might as well see if he’s taking off for a good reason.”

The two burst through the front door.

“Oh seems that wasn’t locked… Oops!” Marce knocks on her own head with a tongue out. What a silly girl she is, guhaw!

Marce fails to stop the unstoppable force that is the council pres as she storms up the stairs of their typical Japanese suburban home in the middle of the woods by a shrine and on a mountain? 

Cumhaill with his face stuffed to the brim in omurise hears the menacing thud of someone approaching his door. With little time to react he tries to dunk the tray of food into his tiny trash can in the room. The effort was helpless, as he crashed into the bin and barely half of the tray’s contents got in while the rest slipped away to the floor and on him.

“Cumhaill!” The pres explodes through his door, Marce ashamedly following behind.

On the floor of the room is—in the best way I can describe—a pathetic and disgusting crime scene wherein Cumhaill died face first on the ground before making it to the bin while a mess of questionable yellow and orange substance was splattered about like uncontrollable vomit. Yikes… 😬 

Marce and The Pres couldn’t believe what they were seeing, and when Cumhaill turned over to greet them. “Hey…” They left the scene.