Fanon:The Wiki Mansion - Part 2

Chapter 1
The people of the Big Nate Comments Wiki used to tell me about the wiki mansion: how SuperTalker101 and his cronies murdered several great wiki users, and how justice was eventually served. It was a great story, despite it being such a tragic incident.

Almost six months have passed, and much has changed since. I’m running for discussions moderator on the wiki. Swasimcool is soon abdicating his almighty position of wiki bureaucrat to ZachOWott. Enough about the wiki. I’m currently on a plane flying to Toronto… for another wiki meetup… in the same mansion.

“There’s no way Super’s going to be there this time, right? Plus, it’s to celebrate my bureaucrat abdication and the half-anniversary of the first mass-murder incident.” I remember Swasimcool being so sure that everything would be okay, despite what happened last time. It made sense, however. How could something like that happen again?

“Ak-Elfs, it’s going to be fine,” I remember Henry Hudson reassuring me. Everyone else who was going told me the same thing. I kept thinking about what the next few days were going to be like. Would we all die? Would we just have a typical weekend in Canada? Who knows? All I could do was hope for the best.

After another hour in the air, my flight had arrived at Toronto International Airport. No one was there to pick me up, but I knew where to go. 101 Cynic Drive was the address. After I took my first breath of fresh Toronto air, my taxi arrived, and I was on my way to the infamous wiki mansion.

The house wasn’t as far from the airport as I expected—roughly a 20-minute drive. The driver scoffed at my scanty tip before driving away, leaving me alone in front of the giant mansion. It was even bigger than I thought it was. I took a deep breath and walked up the front porch, which was covered with cobwebs. The doorbell screeched cacophonously when I pressed it. With one of his hands covering his left ear, a tall Asian boy answered the door

“Welcome, I’m Henry Hudson. You’re early; only ZachOWott and I are here right now.”

“Hey, Henry, I’m Ak-Elfs, nice to meet you in real life.” Henry smiled, and he welcomed me inside a vast lounge.

“Hi, Ak!” Zach greeted me. He was holding a cat, who I assumed was Jimmy. “I brought my cat this time! So, there aren’t that many of us this time, so everyone gets their own room. Pick wisely!”

I picked my duffle bag off the ground and went up the stairs. The mansion was much nicer than the wiki users described it: no creaky floors, cobwebs, or even dusty furniture. I placed my things down in the room with the best view. Like the hallways, this room was immaculate. There was already a bed in the room I chose, and there was a really fancy-looking mirror in the corner.

“SchrEEEEEEEEE.” The doorbell sound was a lot worse on the inside than it was on the outside. I raced down the stairwell to the main lounge. Henry and Zach were already greeting two people at the front door.

“Hi, ComicRater and Bignatebaseball!” They both tried to wave while holding their heavy luggage.

“What’s up, guys? My stuff is hefty, so I’m going to put it in my room first, then we can talk.” Bignatebaseball waddled up the stairs with his large suitcase. ComicRater did the same.

“You know,” I began. “The mansion is a lot cleaner than you guys described it.”

“I know, right? I guess some people came and cleaned it after we appeared on national television. I don’t mind, though. Last time, I was breathing in dust everywhere I went!” Henry and Zach didn’t seem to be bothered at all. Their explanation did make sense, but I was somewhat skeptical. I guess that’s what a real horror story does to a person. My thinking was disturbed by the ear rape doorbell.

“SchrEEEEEEEEE,” I answered it this time. There were two people at the door—a girl and a boy.

“Hey, who are you guys?”

“I’m Christina, and this is TheYounglings. And you are…?”

“I’m Ak-Elfs nice to meet both of you!” Christina and Younglings both went inside.”

“It’s even bigger than I remembered,” commented Younglings as he Naruto-ran up the stairs. Christina laughed and mocked him.

The last people, Swasimcool and Spyroclub, arrived an hour later. The pizza delivery boy came soon after that, which was great because I was famished by the appalling airplane food.

Zach had ordered pineapple pizzas, much to the dismay of most o us. Despite being starving, I could only manage to swallow 2 slices before the combination of pineapple and mozzarella overwhelmed me. “I’m heading to my room.”

Chapter 2
I didn’t remember closing the dark-oak door before dinner. Interestingly, all of the doors were shut firmly. Not a single one was open, even a crack. It was just past 8 o’clock, and the moonlight shined on my door.

“Whatever,” I muttered. I was too tired after having spent the entire afternoon traveling. A gust of wind from the open window slammed my door shut as soon as I entered. It scared me a little.

I lay down on the bed, which strangely was already made for me before I even arrived. Just as I drifted off into a blissful sleep, the mirror reflected the moonlight into my eyes.

“Dammit,” I groaned as I got up to close the blinds. Before I could shut them, however, I saw a figure in the reflection of the window. I spun around. Nothing was there… not in the room, at least.

My own reflection didn’t appear in the mirror, but there was a figure standing there. I looked closer, and I noticed that there were actually two figures. I was genuinely scared now. The first figure ran across the room and tried to climb into the vent. I turned around again; nobody was there. The second figure approached the first with something in its hand—a machete.

“NO!” I tried to run out of the room, but the door wouldn’t open. “HELP ME!” I screamed. I tried smashing the mirror with my fists, but all it did was make me bleed from my knuckles. I wasn’t that weak, was I?

Suddenly, the vent door fell off of the wall. I screamed again. I looked at the mirror, and the first figure was being killed by the second. “HELP ME!” I continued to shout as I pounded my fists on the wooden door. “HELP ME!”

The door opened. It was ComicRater. “What the hell is going on?” he asked. Words couldn’t come out of my mouth. I just nervously pointed at the mirror. “It’s just a mirror,” he said. He gave me a strange look. “Are you okay?” I walked over to where ComicRater was standing. Both of the figures were gone. The blood from the murder I saw was also gone. I turned around, and the vent door was back on the wall.

“I saw someone get murdered in the mirror’s reflection!” I shouted. Henry Hudson and Spyroclub came into my room.

“Ak, you’re acting paranoid,” said Henry as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. “This is a perfectly normal mirror.” He picked it up and shook it from side to side.

“It’s actually a pretty fancy mirror,” chuckled Zach.

“I swear, I saw—”

“Ak, I know that SuperTalker101 murdered a bunch of people in this mansion several months ago. But Super’s dead! I think you’re letting your fear get the better of you.” Everyone else nodded at what Henry said, and they all left the room. I lay back down on the bed. The mirror was now an ordinary mirror. No figures, no murders.

“I know what I saw,” I muttered to myself. I stood up and looked out the window. There wasn’t even a moon tonight.

Chapter 3
Somehow, I was able to sleep through the remainder of the night. I looked into the mirror. Everything was normal except for the vent door. In the mirror, it was lying on my bed. In reality, it was still on the wall.

I tried to pick up the mirror and turn it around, but I couldn’t lift it. Was it that heavy? I stopped thinking about last night and went downstairs. We were eating leftover pizza for breakfast.

“The oven here works great!” said Zach. “How was your night, Ak?” he chuckled. Henry and Christina laughed.

“Look, a mirror!” mocked Christina as she pointed into the living room. “I think I see Super!” I ignored her and sat down. I ate a burnt slice of cheese pizza without talking to anyone.

“HELP ME!” shouted a voice from the laundry room. Everyone ran toward it. Someone was pounding on it from the inside. Zach opened the door, and Bignatebaseball was there. “HELP ME! I see Super in a mirror!” He had a foolish expression on his face, and he pretended to collapse on the floor. Everyone cracked up except me. They could mock me for all I cared; I know what I saw.

“I’m heading upstairs,” I whispered. This time, I left the door open as I entered my bedroom. I opened the camera app on my phone. I pointed my phone at my mirror, and I began recording.

Nothing appeared in the mirror. I saw down and took a few deep breaths. I knew something would happen eventually. “Come on, mirror. Reveal your secrets.”

It suddenly became really windy outside. A strong gust blew my door shut. “It’s happening,” I said to myself. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. When I opened them, a figure stood in the reflection, and my reflection was gone.

“Yes!” I whispered sharply to myself. I glanced behind me; the camera was still rolling.

This time, the figure stared at me. It smiled darkly.

“Who are you?” I asked slowly. The figure was a young man who wore a baggy, black robe. Instead of responding with words, it pointed to the dresser in the other corner of my room. I didn’t remember it being there before. The figure pointed at the dresser again.

“Okay,” I said skeptically. I walked back toward the dresser. I refused to take my eyes off the mirror for even half a second. The figure made an opening motion with its arms.

“Fine.” I opened the doors with my arms. Inside was a 20th-century telephone. The figure in the mirror slowly placed its hand on its ear, signaling for me to do the same with the phone. I did as it motioned.

“Hello,” the figure said. “Now, you can hear me.” I tried not to let my fear get the best of me. “I’m sure you have burning questions for me.”

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Take a guess.” The figure’s smile widened; it was creepy.

“SuperTalker? I mean, who else could you be?”

“No, I am not SuperTalker. Nevertheless, it doesn’t matter who I am.”

“Why not?”

“You can see me. Your friends cannot, apparently. Don’t you find that interesting?” The figure’s voice was really charismatic.

“I find it more interesting that you’re a figure in a reflection in the first place.” The figure’s smile grew even bigger than before. “Who are you? I want to know.”

“You will find out eventually.” I had enough. I stood up and ended the recording on my phone.

“No, I don’t think I will. Goodbye, creepy mirror.” I snatched a weird-looking rock from the dresser and prepared to throw it at the mirror.

“You wouldn’t,” I heard the figure say from the phone. I picked up the telephone again. After all, it would all be over soon. “You’re far too curious.” Its smile was still as wise as it was before. “You think you can prove that you’re not insane, but maybe you should check your recording first.”

I scoffed. “Fine,” I said. I opened up my camera app and played the recording. “What?” I was filled with shock. The figure didn’t appear in the recording. Its voice from the telephone didn’t either. It just showed me talking into a phone while staring at an ordinary mirror. My reflection was there too.

“You see? You haven’t outsmarted me, foolish boy. By the way, I wouldn’t recommend showing that recording to your friends. They already think you’ve gone cuckoo.”

I sat down in front of the mirror again. I needed to find another way to convince everyone that I wasn’t insane.

“You can call me Alfred for now,” said the figure. I didn’t respond. Frankly, I wasn’t sure what to do. “Take a look at that rock. What do you see?” I did as “Alfred” asked. The rock was very reflective, almost like glass. I saw myself, but I was wearing a different shirt. One that I had packed with me on my trip to Toronto.

“It’s just me,” I said.

“Correct. This rock reflects your future-self.

“But I look the exact same. The only difference is my shirt.”

“I just said future. I didn’t specify how far into the future.”

“So, near-future?” Alfred nodded suspiciously. I had an idea. I walked right next to the mirror, and I reflected the stone in front of the mirror. I could see Alfred. He looked the same as before, but there was blood splattered all over his face.

“Use that rock to your advantage,” Alfred said charismatically. “We shall speak again… Ak-Elfs.”

Suddenly, Swasimcool opened the door. “Who are you talking to?” he asked. I looked in the mirror. My reflection was back, and Alfred was gone. I turned around, and the dresser from earlier was gone as well.

“Alfred,” I said. Swasimcool rolled his eyes. He walked over and put his arm over his shoulder.

“Child, we need to talk. You’re not okay; I think you should see a doctor or something.” Swasimcool continued to talk, but something else caught my attention. It was Swasimcool’s reflection in the stone.

His throat was slit.

Chapter 4
Of course, Swasimcool didn’t believe me when I told him his life was in danger. “Get yourself together,” I remember him saying. Apparently, only I could see reflections in the rock. I showed everyone, and they all told me it was an ordinary stone.

Everyone thought I was crazy now; they didn’t even want to be near me. Only one person wanted to talk to me, assuming Alfred was even a person.

“Perhaps death will be the Indian boy’s punishment for not listening to you.” Alfred brandished a large knife in front of me. Unfortunately, I don’t think Alfred was joking when he said that. But what could I do? I doubt the police would believe a word I said.

“How can you even kill him? You’re just a figure in the mirror.”

“He’s in my mansion. My house, my rules.” I shuddered at what Alfred said. ‘My house?’ What did that mean? “Tell me, Ak-Elfs. What do you think makes you so special?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why do you think you’re the only one who can see me?”

“You disappear whenever someone enters the room. How do you know I’m the only one who can see you?” Alfred’s grin grew wider.

“Very perceptive, but enough talk. I’ll make you a deal. You bring me three items, and I’ll spare Swasimcool’s life.”

“I’m listening.”

“You may have noticed that this is a huge mansion. There are three items that I want you to bring to this mirror. A vase, hidden in the living room vent; a black flower, from the garden in the backyard; and a lighter, or anything that can create fire.”

“Why should I believe that you’ll keep your promise? Why should I trust you?”

“You shouldn’t. After all, I haven’t done anything to earn your trust. But let me ask you something. What shirt were you planning on wearing tomorrow?”

What kind of question was that? It took me a moment to realize that Alfred was referring to the reflective rock. My reflection that I saw earlier was wearing my orange T-shirt… the T-shirt that I would wear tomorrow. Swasimcool was going to die tomorrow if I didn’t follow along.

“Fine, I’ll get them.” I put the telephone back on my bed, and I went downstairs to the living room. “The living room vent,” I muttered to myself. I couldn’t find one. Bignatebaseball and ComicRater rolled their eyes at me as I frantically searched the vast area. “WHERE IS IT?!” I screamed in frustration.

“Where is what?” I turned around, and TheYounglings was standing there.

“I’m looking for the living room vent, do you know where it is?” The Younglings suddenly had an anxious expression on his face. “Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just that we found P-dog in the living room vent. P-dog’s dead body that is.” I didn’t know what to say. “It’s actually in the other living room.”

I left to find the other living room without saying anything. Why would there be a vase hidden in the living room vent? The same vent where someone was murdered?

Christina was in the other living room when I arrived. “I see you’ve gotten better,” she said.

“No, not really,” I responded as I opened the vent gate.

“What the hell are you doing? Why would you go in there?” I ignored Christina, and I climbed into the vent. Somehow, the vent didn’t have a single bit of dust inside. The only thing there was the vase, standing upright. It was bizarre. I was inquisitive, so I opened the vase and looked inside—ashes.

“Hey, Christina, was P-dog’s body ever found?” I asked. Christina stood up and ran out of the room. That came out wrong.

I put the vase in my bedroom and went searching for the flower. There was a bush of black flowers growing by the backyard fountain; I picked one. I took a picture and Googled it, but nothing came up.

I bought a lighter at the airport convenience store yesterday, so I didn’t need to go searching again.

Alfred was already in the mirror when I returned with the items he asked for. “Good job,” he said.

“Alright, I did what you asked. Now you have to spare Swasimcool.”

“Not yet, I still need you to do one more tasked.” I rolled my eyes.

“Fine, what is it?”

“There is a bowl in the dresser. Get it and bring it here.” The dresser was back in the room, so I did what Alfred asked. “Now, pour some of the ashes into the bowl.”

“These are the ashes of a person, aren’t they? Whose ashes are these? This seems really rude.”

“They’re mine,” said Alfred with a giant grin on his face.

Chapter 5
“How are these your ashes? Y- you’re not cremated!”

“So?”

“What’s going to happen if I do as you ask?”

“Your friend will be spared.”

“Yes, I know that already. What’s the ash going to do?”

“Just do it. You’ll find out soon enough.” I had no idea what would happen if I did what Alfred asked. Would Alfred come to life and murder everyone? Would I die?

“You know what?” I threw the telephone against the wall. “No, I won’t do it.” I couldn’t hear what Alfred said next, but he mouthed some angry words and stormed away. My reflection returned.

I picked up the reflective rock from my bed and left the room. I had to find Swasimcool before Alfred did. “Swasimcool!” I called out.

“Over here!” But it was female voice—Christina. I found her in the living room along with everyone else.

“Someone pulled Swasimcool through the mirror!” exclaimed Spyroclub. The mirror that Spyroclub pointed at was identical to the one in my room. I could see everyone’s reflection except mine.

“Alfred,” I hissed. Everyone gave me a weird look. “Alfred is the figure in the mirror.”

“It wasn’t a person who pulled him in, Ak,” said Zach. He just got sucked into the mirror when he was walking by.”

“And then he turned into ash!” added Henry. I looked down, and there was a pile of ash by the mirror. It looked identical to Alfred’s ashes.

“We have to help him!” cried TheYounglings.

“How?” ComicRater touched the mirror. “It’s just a mirror. He can’t just walk through.” At that moment, I knew that it was up to me to rescue Swasimcool. I slowly walked to the mirror, took a deep breath, and reached my hand into the mirror.

Chapter 6
As soon as my index fingertip touched the mirror, my entire body was teleported through the mirror. I could see my reflection in the mirror; I couldn’t go back through. There was no turning back now.

“Hello?” I called out. “Alfred? Swasimcool?” The mirror-room was a lot dirtier than the actual one. The hallway was the same. There were cobwebs and mothballs everywhere.

“Who are you?” whispered a voice. I looked around, but I didn’t see anyone. “Up here!” I looked up, and I saw a teenager in the vents.

“Who are you?” I asked. I clenched my fists, not knowing what to expect.

“I’m ComicsCreatorz.” I was shocked. I had heard that name before. ComicsCreatorz was murdered by SuperTalker in the first wiki meetup. “Come with me!” ComicsCreatorz held his hand out, and I climbed into the vent with him.

“I thought you died,” I said.

“I am dead, but I’m also alive.” I was confused. “You never told me your name.”

“I’m Ak-Elfs; you can call me Ak. I’m a new wiki user. The others invited me here.”

“What were they thinking come back here, seriously? Listen to me, Ak, this mansion is a curse. Anyone who dies inside here gets trapped in the mansion’s Underworld for eternity.”

I gulped. Eternity? Did that mean I was trapped here forever?

“So, Super’s here too?”

“Yes, but we don’t have to worry about him. Alfred took care of him.” So, Alfred was his real name, after all.

“What do you mean by ‘took care of him?’ Alfred was the one that was talking to me through a mirror.”

“Avoid him! Alfred is an evil person. Whatever you do, do not do what he says!”

“How can he even talk to me through a mirror?”

“I don’t know. Every time someone dies, a mirror appears somewhere in this mansion. Somehow, Alfred has figured out how to communicate to the material-world through the mirrors. He tricks people into trusting him, and then he traps them in here forever.”

Now, I was genuinely scared. If only Alfred can talk to the actual world, I was definitely trapped in the mirror world forever.

“We’re here.” ComicsCreatorz pushed a vent door open and dropped into the room. I followed him. Inside the room were a few other people.

“I didn’t know this mansion had a library,” I said.

“Well, it does,” said one of the people. “I’m Moon Man, by the way.” Moon Man, I had heard his name before too! “The guy over there is Pig Lover.” Pig Lover waved at me without saying anything.

“Whoa,” I began. “Is every dead person from the wiki here?”

“Yes,” responded Moon Man. “P-dog’s sleeping in the other room.”

I didn’t know what to think. Everyone who had apparently died six months ago was… alive? “So, what happens if you die in the mirror world?”

“It’s the Underworld,” said Pig Lover. “And you can’t die. Believe me, we’ve all tried to end the suffering.” He looked away.

“Why have you come here?” asked a fourth voice. It was P-dog; he had woken up.

“Swasimcool got sucked in from the living room mirror. I’ve come to rescue him.”

“Who killed you?” asked Moon Man.

“Nobody, I just walked through.” Everyone looked at me like I was crazy.

“How? The only way to get to the Underworld is to die,” said Pig Lover.

“No,” I started. “Recently, Alfred has been communicating with me through a mirror that’s in my bedroom. I’ve tried telling everyone else, but none of them believe me. Every time I’m in my room, my reflection disappears in the mirror, and he appears. Alfred appears. He can talk to me through an old telephone.”

“That makes sense. The mirror in your bedroom is Alfred’s mirror. Every dead person in the Underworld gets their own mirror,” said Moon Man. “Mine is in the basement.”

“Wait, P-dog. You said Swasimcool got sucked into the living room mirror?” asked ComicsCreatorz.

“Yeah,” I responded.

“The living room mirror is… Super’s mirror.”

Chapter 7
“But it doesn’t make sense. Alfred took care of Super!”

What was ComicsCreatorz talking about? ‘Took care of Super?’ What did that mean?

“Whoa, what do you mean?” Everyone gave me a weird look. “What does ‘took care of Super’ mean?”

“Nothing much,” scoffed Pig Lover. “Alfred tied Super up and locked him in a giant fish tank.”

“The fish tank was filled with water,” added Moon Man. I was shocked, and I guess my face showed it too.

“Yeah. As a punishment for being a child murderer, Alfred left Super to drown for eternity in a fish tank. You can’t die in the Underworld.” I gagged as I imagined how horrible that must have been. I mean, Super’s a terrible person, but did he really deserve THAT?”

“Alfred is crazy,” I muttered. “Who is he?”

“No one knows,” said ComicsCreatorz. “But, if he was able to find a way to communicate with the actual world, then he’s a real threat.”

“We can’t worry about him,” I said. “I came into the mirror, uh, Underworld, to rescue Swasimcool. Let’s go.” I turned around to leave the library, but everyone else stood there numb.

“Ak, you can’t. Once you enter the Underworld, you can’t leave. Nobody has. Not even Alfred.”

The last words Pig Lover said stayed in my head. ‘Not even Alfred.’

“Yes, we can leave. All of you can leave!” Moon Man rolled his eyes.

“You have to believe me! I know why Alfred was talking to me. He knew how to escape. He just needed someone in the actual world to help him!”

“You,” said P-dog. I nodded zealously. “He asked me to find three objects. His ashes, a black flower from the mansion’s backyard, and something that could create fire.”

“So, we just need those items to bring us all back?” asked Pig Lover. He seemed skeptical about my story.

“Yes! None of you are trapped in the Underworld forever!”

“If there’s a chance that we can escape this Hell, then we have to try,” declared Moon Man. Everyone else agreed.

“But how do we communicate to the people in the mansion?” asked P-dog.

“First… we have to find a mirror.”

Chapter 8
Fortunately, ComicsCreatorz’s mirror was right outside the library. Unfortunately, nobody even knew about the library, so we couldn’t see anyone pass by in the material world.

“This mirror won’t work,” said Pig Lover. “We need to find another one. Does anybody here know where his mirror is?” Silence filled the room momentarily.

“I do,” said P-dog quietly. “Mine’s in the upstairs hallway bathroom.” Well, this plan was going to be an awkward one. All of us climbed through the vents until we reached the upstairs hallway bathroom. When we got out, we had all become dust monsters.

“There’s someone in here!” shouted Pig Lover. We all looked into the mirror. Sure enough, Henry Hudson was sitting on the toilet taking a dump.

“Henry!” said ComicsCreatorz sharply. He banged on the mirror, but Henry didn’t notice us.

“It’s an ordinary mirror on his side,” said Moon Man in dismay.

“How did Alfred do it?” asked Pig Lover.

“I’m not sure. The first thing I saw was two figures in the mirror. It was too dark to see their faces at the time. One murdered the other. The next day, Alfred appeared in the mirror.”

“So, you have to murder someone?” asked P-dog nervously.

“Or maybe you have to get murdered,” suggested ComicsCreatorz sharply. I had no idea. Both of the figures were the same height, so I couldn’t tell who killed whom.

“I think you have to die the same way you died in the material world,” said Pig Lover.

“But you can’t die in the Underworld, so that isn’t it,” groaned P-dog.

“Maybe it was a flashback to Alfred’s death,” I said.

“Even if it was, that doesn’t help us. None of us have any idea how to summon a flashback of our deaths.”

“It doesn’t help you either, Ak. You didn’t die. You somehow just passed through the mirror.” I just realized that I hadn’t tried passing back through any mirrors. Maybe I was special? Moon Man looked at me, and he caught my train of thought.

“Ak can go through mirrors!” he exclaimed. “Go through this mirror and tell the others to perform the ritual, or whatever Alfred told you to do.” Moon Man began pushing me toward the mirror.

“No, Henry’s still in there!” I objected. “Plus, I need your guys’ ashes.”

“None of us were cremated, Ak. What ashes?”

“Enough talk,” snapped P-dog. He shoved me through the mirror. I went through.