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Hung over, I woke up to check my phone, thinking it was someone checking in on me after losing my job last week. Mid slumber and half awake, I see it's yet another spam mail about YouTube Premium telling me how I can avoid adds by joining. Through the blinding light, I put my phone back down on my nightstand and slowly rubbed my eyes as I attempted to get up to use the bathroom. Struggling from my bed, I stand and turn left to enter my bathroom connected to my room. In a blured state, after I relieved myself and started to wash my hands, I thought it would be fun to play myself in Rock, Paper, Scissors, trying to get small personal win in a petty drunken state. 1, 2, 3, shoot...Paper. 1, 2, 3, shoot...Rock, a tied game at this point. "Third times a charm, right?" I thought to myself as I went to throw another hand. In my excitement, I was looking down and threw paper, facing the mirror. I noticed my right hand was in the form of scissors in the reflection. Puzzled, I checked down and noticed my hand was flat out like a sheet of paper. "Nah, nah," I said outloud and played myself again in another game, staring into the mirror this time. 1, 2, 3, shoot... Scissors. I can feel my fingers separate into the shape of scissors as my reflection has a balled up fist into the form of a rock. I rub my eyes and waved my hand around to see if anything was off, yet nothing was. Making hand signs and confirming I didn't see anything, I decided to play again because im going to lose to myself. 1, 2, 3, shoot...Rock, when I looked up, I saw my reflection pressing its hand up against the mirror in the form of paper. I freaked out backward in front of the mirror and fell as my reflection followed me down. Standing up and staring right at myself, I lift my arm and hesitantly play one more round, 1, 2, 3, shoot... Scissors. Out of habit, I checked my hand before looking up....when I checked the mirror, my reflection had its fist against the glass playing rock. In complete shock and horror, I leaned in closer and noticed the crack in the mirror where my hands reflection was. With each game I play against myself, the closer it gets to breaking free.
RandomRobot123 t1_iy2sft1 wrote
Reply to [WP] you can't sleep, out of boredom you play Rock paper scissors with your reflection in the mirror and you lose... by BroskiWind
Notification sound Hung over, I woke up to check my phone, thinking it was someone checking in on me after losing my job last week. Mid slumber and half awake, I see it's yet another spam mail about YouTube Premium telling me how I can avoid adds by joining. Through the blinding light, I put my phone back down on my nightstand and slowly rubbed my eyes as I attempted to get up to use the bathroom. Struggling from my bed, I stand and turn left to enter my bathroom connected to my room. In a blured state, after I relieved myself and started to wash my hands, I thought it would be fun to play myself in Rock, Paper, Scissors, trying to get small personal win in a petty drunken state. 1, 2, 3, shoot...Paper. 1, 2, 3, shoot...Rock, a tied game at this point. "Third times a charm, right?" I thought to myself as I went to throw another hand. In my excitement, I was looking down and threw paper, facing the mirror. I noticed my right hand was in the form of scissors in the reflection. Puzzled, I checked down and noticed my hand was flat out like a sheet of paper. "Nah, nah," I said outloud and played myself again in another game, staring into the mirror this time. 1, 2, 3, shoot... Scissors. I can feel my fingers separate into the shape of scissors as my reflection has a balled up fist into the form of a rock. I rub my eyes and waved my hand around to see if anything was off, yet nothing was. Making hand signs and confirming I didn't see anything, I decided to play again because im going to lose to myself. 1, 2, 3, shoot...Rock, when I looked up, I saw my reflection pressing its hand up against the mirror in the form of paper. I freaked out backward in front of the mirror and fell as my reflection followed me down. Standing up and staring right at myself, I lift my arm and hesitantly play one more round, 1, 2, 3, shoot... Scissors. Out of habit, I checked my hand before looking up....when I checked the mirror, my reflection had its fist against the glass playing rock. In complete shock and horror, I leaned in closer and noticed the crack in the mirror where my hands reflection was. With each game I play against myself, the closer it gets to breaking free.