AU: Mesmeric Leader

Context: As he continues his plan, Hypno starts losing it a little bit. He hates mirrors.

Sorry this one's so short, I had to do a lot of stuff today-

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[3rd Person POV]

He stood there, one hand nearly dug into the wall while his other was raised at his side, tense as if ready to strike with an invisible set of claws.

The reflective crystal wall was shattered, the break radiating out from where his fist punched a hole through it. It intersected and weaved through itself in a pattern like a spiderweb. Small shards around the point of impact had fallen out, gathered at his feet.

He shook with rage as he saw it was still there.

That awful image, the horrifying sight of what his power couldn't hide. Why didn't it work? Why could he still see it?

He so badly wished he could make it disappear like everything else. But for a reason unknown to him, the mirrored wall was unaffected by the illusion. And it displayed the vile truth of what he had become.

He eventually calmed himself, and slowly, he pulled his hand out from the hole he had made. He quickly glances over it.

Uninjured. He's fine, it's fine. Everything is fine.

Avoiding the broken gaze of the mirror, he turns and walks out of the room, back into the sanctuary.

He has work to do.