MIME - UNKNOWN - SINGLE
BREEDINGS? IDK. YOU CAN ASK...
BREEDINGS? IDK. YOU CAN ASK...
mime, the shadow
There are stories told, that say, that Mime himself does not have a soul nor a heart. It is told, that he is truly just a mere shadow and that this is the reason for why he copies others, why he steals their identities. It is told, that he is not an individuum, unable to be himself, he has to be someone else, in order to stay alive. There is a story going, that he was once a handsome prince, overly confident and his great personality robbed from him, from a jealous witch. If that is the truth, nobody knows, because Mime does not really talk to anyone, especially not about himself. But what is undoubtable, is the fact, that he is a mere shadow, a mere mirror. As long as he has not choosen a victim, as long as he is not mimicing someone, he is completely unnoticable - as if he would not exist at all. But as soon as he gets close to someone, as soon as he reveals his presence, he is automatically mimicing someone or something. Like a shadow, like a mirrow. Mime is honestly nothing but that. This raises the question if all the stories that are told are true? What is Mime? Who is Mime? Is there an individuum behind the glowing red eyes and the pitch black pelt? Perhaps, but nobody could tell you about it. If he is no one, how can he exist? Is he only alive as long as he can feed off other personalities? Nobody can truly answer these questions, but it is assured that everything is true. Perhaps you are the lucky fellow to ask him about it? If you are brave enough to seek him out and let him near you.
Stories
"One, two, he's coming for you..."
A shadow, a madness. Nothing. Everything. Something. Lurking in the corner of your eye. Leaves you wondering. Doubting. Fearing. Footsteps in an empty house. A silhouette behind a dark window. Glowing eyes in an empty forest. Never there. Never absend. Always watching. Always following. Claws reaching out for you. That tap on your shoulder, when you are all on your own. The breath in your neck. The whisper in your ear. The voice in your head. The monster under your bed.
"Three, four, better lock your door..."
What is fear? Where does it come from? Why do we fear the darkness so much? What has it done to us? The answer is simple: It wants to kill us. And we know. We are aware. And we cannot do anything to save ourselves. Except for clinging to the light, avoiding the shadows and hoping, that they won't reach out for us. That they won't grab us and pull us into the darkness. To kill us. Or worse. To make us one of them.
"Five, six, grab your crucifix..."
The shadows - absence of light. Without light, there cannot be any shadows, right? Then what about the scheme-like figures you spot in the middle of the dark night? Darkness, my dear, is just that: One big shadow, ready to devour us. A great place for shadows to hide, because their pelts are as pitch black as the night itself. We do not see them, until it is too late. We ignore the shiver down our spines, hoping for it to be false alarm. We are just paranoid, aren't we? The lurking creature of the night only exists in horror movies, right?
"Seven, eight, gonna stay up late..."
Oh, but while all of us are avoiding the shadows at all cost, we forget, that we carry one around with us every single second of the day: our own shadow. Now, are you afraid of your own shadow? No? But you should be. A shadow is a shadow and your own might devour you just as any other spot of darkness might. Or, what do you think, where he got his name? Mime? Mime. He is one of them. Red eyes in an empty forest. Footsteps in an empty house. A growl disturbing the silence. A shadow by day, the darkness by night. That's what they all are, but Mime is special. He doesn't just follow you - he mimics you. Every step you take, every gesture you make. He becomes your shadow first, reaching out for you. Then he becomes your reflection, staring back at you. And then, when you begin to realize, that everything is not just a mere nightmare, he grabs you. Devours you. He becomes you. And he will go after everything and everyone you love, while you can only watch, surrounded by darkness and the screams of all of Mime's victims.
"Nine, ten, never sleep again."
A shadow, a madness. Nothing. Everything. Something. Lurking in the corner of your eye. Leaves you wondering. Doubting. Fearing. Footsteps in an empty house. A silhouette behind a dark window. Glowing eyes in an empty forest. Never there. Never absend. Always watching. Always following. Claws reaching out for you. That tap on your shoulder, when you are all on your own. The breath in your neck. The whisper in your ear. The voice in your head. The monster under your bed.
"Three, four, better lock your door..."
What is fear? Where does it come from? Why do we fear the darkness so much? What has it done to us? The answer is simple: It wants to kill us. And we know. We are aware. And we cannot do anything to save ourselves. Except for clinging to the light, avoiding the shadows and hoping, that they won't reach out for us. That they won't grab us and pull us into the darkness. To kill us. Or worse. To make us one of them.
"Five, six, grab your crucifix..."
The shadows - absence of light. Without light, there cannot be any shadows, right? Then what about the scheme-like figures you spot in the middle of the dark night? Darkness, my dear, is just that: One big shadow, ready to devour us. A great place for shadows to hide, because their pelts are as pitch black as the night itself. We do not see them, until it is too late. We ignore the shiver down our spines, hoping for it to be false alarm. We are just paranoid, aren't we? The lurking creature of the night only exists in horror movies, right?
"Seven, eight, gonna stay up late..."
Oh, but while all of us are avoiding the shadows at all cost, we forget, that we carry one around with us every single second of the day: our own shadow. Now, are you afraid of your own shadow? No? But you should be. A shadow is a shadow and your own might devour you just as any other spot of darkness might. Or, what do you think, where he got his name? Mime? Mime. He is one of them. Red eyes in an empty forest. Footsteps in an empty house. A growl disturbing the silence. A shadow by day, the darkness by night. That's what they all are, but Mime is special. He doesn't just follow you - he mimics you. Every step you take, every gesture you make. He becomes your shadow first, reaching out for you. Then he becomes your reflection, staring back at you. And then, when you begin to realize, that everything is not just a mere nightmare, he grabs you. Devours you. He becomes you. And he will go after everything and everyone you love, while you can only watch, surrounded by darkness and the screams of all of Mime's victims.
"Nine, ten, never sleep again."
Whenever there was a warning before a bomb attack, the sirens would destroy the silence of the night. Their howling would wake everyone from their slumber – children clinging onto their stuffed animals, lovers embracing each other in a tight hug. Every living creature was on hiding, the streets were empty except for debris, ashes and – shadows. When the sirens awoke, so did the shadows. It was their calling, their battlecry. Onto the howling, they came out of their pits. Amongst them, a creature that called itself Mime.
You were one of the only still out in the dark, and that only because it was your duty. You were a soldier, sent to enemy territory. You watched the bomb hitting a train station a few miles away, not near enough for you to be worried. Although you should be.
You have already heard about the stories, but you believed none of them, as you were anything but superstitious. Because of this, you did not notice the gleemy red eyes watching you. Or the dark, seift figure following you. You brushed the slightly uneasy feeling in your neck off - being a soldier it was not new to you, at some point every soldier started to feel followed and endangered. You focused on your task - making sure that every civilian was safe in their houses, and your shadow growing bigger stayed unnoticed too. For the blink of an eye, you could have sworn that you heard a faint whisper saying your name. But you were just getting paranoid, right?
A while later, you found yourself sitting in a pup. It was a nice pup, nothing like the dirty honky-tonks you were used to. Many of your fellow soldiers were there too, as well as beautiful females and alcohol. The night was promising to be great. However, what you did not notice, was your reflection in the big mirror on the wall behind the bar: it was turning around, looking straight at you, reaching out for you, grinning devilish.
"Something is wrong with your shadow." One of your comrades said. You laugh at him, roll your eyes and call him a drunken madman. If you would just turn around, you would see, that he was right, that your shadow had changed. But you didn't. Instead, you decide that you have had enough for the day and need some rest. Lucky for you, the owner of the pup has offered his rooms for the soldiers. You enter yours, put off your coat and fall into bed right away. You are tired, falling asleep easily, but in the last moments in your wake state, you could have sworn someone whispering "Sleep well" into your ear. In the mirror right next to your closet, your reflection is not lying still. It sits up, turns around, looks straight at you and smiles widely. While you sleep, glowing red eyes are watching you, only waiting for you to wake up again.
You were one of the only still out in the dark, and that only because it was your duty. You were a soldier, sent to enemy territory. You watched the bomb hitting a train station a few miles away, not near enough for you to be worried. Although you should be.
You have already heard about the stories, but you believed none of them, as you were anything but superstitious. Because of this, you did not notice the gleemy red eyes watching you. Or the dark, seift figure following you. You brushed the slightly uneasy feeling in your neck off - being a soldier it was not new to you, at some point every soldier started to feel followed and endangered. You focused on your task - making sure that every civilian was safe in their houses, and your shadow growing bigger stayed unnoticed too. For the blink of an eye, you could have sworn that you heard a faint whisper saying your name. But you were just getting paranoid, right?
A while later, you found yourself sitting in a pup. It was a nice pup, nothing like the dirty honky-tonks you were used to. Many of your fellow soldiers were there too, as well as beautiful females and alcohol. The night was promising to be great. However, what you did not notice, was your reflection in the big mirror on the wall behind the bar: it was turning around, looking straight at you, reaching out for you, grinning devilish.
"Something is wrong with your shadow." One of your comrades said. You laugh at him, roll your eyes and call him a drunken madman. If you would just turn around, you would see, that he was right, that your shadow had changed. But you didn't. Instead, you decide that you have had enough for the day and need some rest. Lucky for you, the owner of the pup has offered his rooms for the soldiers. You enter yours, put off your coat and fall into bed right away. You are tired, falling asleep easily, but in the last moments in your wake state, you could have sworn someone whispering "Sleep well" into your ear. In the mirror right next to your closet, your reflection is not lying still. It sits up, turns around, looks straight at you and smiles widely. While you sleep, glowing red eyes are watching you, only waiting for you to wake up again.