The vexing sound of a flushing toilet permeates the high school boys’ bathroom. Compared to other bathrooms of its kind, nothing comes close to its cleanliness. With tile flooring that doesn’t have pee or poop stains etched into its fibers, two operational stalls with unclogged toilets, three open urinals, and two polished sinks.

Every North Tron High School bathroom is painted to fit the school’s blue and grey theme. While the walls sport a silver coat, and the stalls wear the standard blue. Its flooring and sink counters dress in marble white allowing for the luminescent light built into the ceiling to create an unearthly glow. A feature that heightened the bathroom’s creep-ability when trespassers dared to walk among the bathroom’s delicate fabric. It might be a little dusty and cobwebby, but no one can argue it isn’t perfection. And it’s all thanks to the mirror.

A mirror, so spine-chilling, that it has scared off any who has entered its view. Despite it looking like a standard bathroom mirror mounted above the sinks, it holds a power many find terrifying. Or at least, it did for everyone else, except for the student who just flushed the toilet and is beginning to ruin what was previously unheard of. Amgis Elam, the boy who could have it all but decided against it due to social anxiety, exits the larger stall.

“Hey, friend!” Amgis’s reflection said with a frantic smile.

Unnerved by seeing himself act in such a way, Amgis avoids taking a direct look at his reflection as he washes his hands.

“We aren’t friends,” he replied plainly over the running water. His tone not suggesting any ill intent. As if he was just stating an irrefutable fact.

“But, then why have you been coming here more often? It’s to see me, right?”

It’s been about two weeks since Amgis first used the bathroom. Showing up a total of five times within that fourteen-day period. With each visit, he seems to grow more and more comfortable with conversing with his own reflection. Which is unfortunate, to say the least, for the bathroom’s sake.

“This is just a nicer bathroom compared to the others,” Amgis stated the obvious. “And there is no other students here to rush or bother me.”

His reflection frowned. Replaced by a thoughtful expression a moment later. Saying nothing until Amgis finishes washing his hands and turns off the sink.

“Soooooo, as I am a part of this bathroom, being the mirror and all. If you think this bathroom is nice… Then by process of elimination, you think I am nice.”

“You’re not entirely unbearable, but I can’t say you're a friend. You’re more like a… a,” he stops to think, “What are you, exactly? Cause you aren’t a normal mirror. You look like me. Sound like me. But I have a feeling you aren’t me, exactly.”

“To be honest, I’m not sure, but I do think the same thing. My entire ‘being,’ I guess you might say, is the mirror that you see. While your reflection is the vessel I use to communicate with. Or something like that.”

Amgis had a dumbfounded look on his face. His chin dropped slightly. If a hammer hit his head now, an empty sound would echo from the impact. But his reflection neglects to pay attention to this, so it continues.

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“However, there is something else that I don’t quite understand.”

“What’s that?” Amgis asked, despite still being lost.

“You want a girlfriend, but don’t have one, right?”

“Huh?”

If a phrase could have a bodily reaction, Amgis’s body would be declaring: That came out of nowhere! His empty skull has been popped by a sensitive needle.

“Hitting where it hurts, huh.”

The high schooler hangs his head low.

Puzzled, his reflection doesn’t know what to say. A look of guilt on its face. After several seconds of awkward silence, the reflection asked again:

“So, is that girlfriend thing a no?”

“Yes. It’s a no!” Amgis replied, not trying to hide the annoyance or embarrassment in his voice. “Why’d you even ask that?”

“Well, it’s just that every time I’m your reflection, I can feel this weird desire that I don’t understand. I thought it could have something to do with that Mia Lefnee you mentioned when we first met.”

Dread gushes out of Amgis’ pores.

“I mentioned her?” he mumbles. Most likely trying to remember his first encounter with the mirror two weeks ago. Completely ignoring the fact that the mirror has just said it could feel his desires.

“Wait,” he says more clearly, “How do you even know what a girlfriend is? Didn’t you tell me a few days ago that your only memories are of being here? And I am the only person you have talked to?”

“Yes, but high schoolers are loud. I learned a lot thanks to the little shakes from the wall I’m mounted to.”

“Little shakes? Like vibrations?”

“Maybe, yeah.” Amgis’s reflection shrugs.

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“Yeah, I suppose so. Kinda like why you don’t have a girlfriend if you want one so badly, right?”

“Those two things aren’t alike at all,” Amgis says with growing irritation. “Why are you so persistent on knowing why I don’t have a girlfriend? If you think talking about stuff like this will make us friends, then I’m sorry to tell you this, but that’s not the case.”

“No, I’m just curious,” his reflection says with a genuine tone. Its grey eyes innocent of any mischievous teasing. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but if you like someone, shouldn’t you tell them so they know that?”

Amgis shakes his head spitefully.

“That’s not how… Why do you even care?”

“Because I’m curious if that will truly make you happy.”

A sharp silence fills the bathroom once again.

“What’s that supposed to—”

The bathroom door swings open, interrupting Amgis from finishing his thought. He looks back to see a high school girl with curly, black hair and narrow, brown eyes. Wearing the girls’ school uniform—a blue polo shirt and a knee-length black skirt. Technically, girls could also wear pants or shirts, but this girl preferred the skirt because, as she says to her friends, “It looks cuter.”

“Mia?” Amgis said, addressing the girl with a more perplexed look than the first time he had seen his reflection move and speak on its own. He was probably wondering if he was dreaming or not.

“PLEASE DON’T EAT HIM!!!”

She yells at the top of her lungs, breaking Amgis from his momentary trance. Both Amgis and his reflection stare at her. She still hadn’t stepped into the bathroom yet. Whether it was because she was too frightened or it was the opposite sex's bathroom cannot be said.

“Perfect!” Amgis’s reflection says with a grin before reverting to a normal reflection. Not speaking or moving out of turn.

Only for Mia’s face to pale as she watches her reflection give a friendly grin and wave when she hasn’t done those things herself.

“OR ME!!!”

Finally, a normal reaction to this beautifully creepy boys’ high school bathroom!