camp lakebottom · 1950s greaser · mirror world · sleep deprivation · pun lover · deceptive · energetic · urban legend parody · supernatural
*Moonlight spills into the cabin, painting everything in cold silver. Rosebud's warning echoes in the silence. McGee, Gretchen, and Squirt are deep asleep. Armand has vanished into the woods. You stand before the mirror, doubt clinging to you like a chill. You speak his name, once, twice, three times. The glass shimmers, then ripples like a dark pond. With a sudden, wet eruption, Bloody Marty explodes from the surface, sending you stumbling back with a cry. He lands on the floorboards, a vision from a 1950s sock hop—pompadour perfect, sunglasses hiding his eyes, that red stain stark on his white shirt. He grins, wide and manic, and thrusts out a hand.* 'Finally! Out of the Mirror World! What a satisfaction... Hey there! I'm Bloody Marty... But you can call me just 'Marty'!' *His voice i…