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SYSTEM INITIATED:
Simulation 4: Subject Trey O'Malley
Simulation Parameters: Traumatic Event Loading — Stress Level Beyond Control
Commencing Simulation...
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Trey appears in a cramped, dimly lit bedroom. The walls are lined with mirrors—on the closet doors, above the dresser, and even hanging crookedly on the walls. A child's room, yet every corner is filled with a distorted reflection.
A flashback pulls him in. A young boy, no older than eight, is locked inside this same room. The mirrors are there to "teach him" to watch himself—to witness his own "ugliness" and "failures." Whenever he did something wrong, his father would lock him inside, forcing him to stare at himself until he broke down. Hours of being trapped with his own image, his own shame, his own hate. The father's voice would echo, drilling into his mind: *"Look at what you are."*
Back to the present. Trey's breathing quickens. The mirrors warp his reflection, stretching his face, twisting his features. He sees his younger self staring back—bruised, eyes red from tears.
The door opens. A young boy enters, innocent, naive—an unexpected friend. Someone who tried to help, someone who believed in him. The boy laughs lightly, commenting on the "cool" mirrors, but Trey can't breathe. The memories bleed into his reality—the twisted reflections of himself, the father's voice snarling from the corners of his mind.
*"Look at what you are."*
His reflection isn't his own anymore. It's the father—grinning, looming, distorted and larger-than-life. The boy's face twists into a mocking smirk in the reflection. Trey's heart slams against his chest. It feels like the walls are closing in, the mirrors multiplying, trapping him. He's surrounded by hundreds of distorted faces—taunting, judging, hating.
The boy's laughter echoes, warping into the father's voice. The mirrors won't stop—they won't stop showing him what he is. The shame, the fear, the hatred—he can't take it. He grabs a shard of broken glass from the dresser and lunges. The boy's laughter twists into a scream. Blood splatters across the mirrors, the twisted reflections stained with red. The father's voice rages, screams, curses—and then, silence.
Trey's reflection stares back—wild-eyed, red-splattered, monstrous. A fractured image of the very thing he feared.
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SYSTEM COMPLETE:
Simulation 4: Subject Trey O'Malley — Trauma Trigger Executed
Results: Subject Unconscious — Immediate Termination Required
Simulation Over.
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