Not a Request!

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Story: Collector appears to Y/n in their mirror and befriends them.

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Y/n yawned. "I'm gonna get ready for bed," they said and stood up.

"Okay, goodnight-" their brother said.

Y/n stretched and went to their room. They changed and went to the bathroom. They opened the mirror cabinet and got toothpaste before closing it.

Suddenly, in the mirror there was some blue and orange person with white hair and bright red eyes. "Hi!" He grinned.

Y/n screamed and backed away, tripping. They pressed their back against the door, frightened.

"Sheesh, you startle easy," the mirror person giggled.

"W h a t. T h e. F u-"

"FuDGESICLES-" he interrupted. Y/n was so confused. The mirror person cackled.

"What ARE you?" Y/n asked.

"I'm Collector," he said.

"I'm-"

"Y/n."

"Wha-" they blinked. "How do you know my name-"

"Well, where I am, all I can do is watch and observe people, I've seen you many times, and I find you very interesting-" he glanced off to the side.

"Wait, really?" Y/n sat up a bit.

"Yeah, you're so cool! You like games, insulting people who ruin the fun, like, I love doing all that stuff!" Collector threw his arms in the air.

"Hm.." Y/n slowly stood up. "Well uh, that's nice. So like, what are you? Where are you?"

"I'm kind of like a god/cosmic entity sorta thing blah blah. I'm currently trapped in... somewhere.. just like the past thousand years or so-" Collector sighed.

"Woah. That's a long time. How did you get trapped?"

"I may have been playing a little bit rough, but it was totally fun. And then this big bully Titan guy says 'YoU cAn'T dO tHaT-' and traps me in here so I can't play games!" He huffed.

"That's rough buddy," Y/n put toothepaste on their toothbrush.

"Yeah, it is. I do have one friend, but he doesn't like to play games with me often. He's too busy thinking about his stupid plans and whatever that I promised to help him with. He says he'll set me free and play games with me after I help him, but sometimes I wonder if he's telling the truth. He is kind of a major liar-" Collector explained.

"Hm.. well maybe we can be friends?" Y/n offered. They were totally just throwing that out there, they still didn't know much about Collector but something in their gut told them it might be fun.

Collector gasped and his eyes sparkled. "Oh my gosh, really?!"

"Heh, yeah, if you want-" they shrugged.

"Y E S!" Collector cheered.

Y/n smiled. "Well, anyways, I'm tired and need to sleep. We can talk more tomorrow?" They suggested.

"Aw, okay then. Night bestie!" He smiled.

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[A Few Weeks Later]

Y/n was at their locker at school, getting some books for class. Collector appeared in their little locker mirror.

"Hey bestieeeee how's it going?" He asked.

"Eh-" was all they said, shrugging.

"Just eh? That's sad. What class are you going to next?" He asked, looking bored.

"Math. I have a stupid test. Luckily I studied so I should do just fine-" they said. Depsite their confidence to pass they were a bit nervous.

"If you fail I can always just scare the flip flap out of the teacher to change her mind-" Collector suggested.

"Heh, that's nice but, you don't have to do that-" Y/n giggled.

"Are you talking to your reflection? You're such a weirdo, Y/n," one of the popular girls cackled. Collector quickly ducked down so she didn't see him.

Y/n muttered something. "Just go to class, Jane Winston. (sorry if your name is Jane or if it's a friend's name lol)."

Collector remembered that. Jane Winston was her name.

"I've got study hall, so I don't need to yet," Jane said. Y/n sighed.

"Can't you find something better to do than pick on me in your free time?"

"No," she simply answered. "You're much too fun to not spend my time on. I mean come on, who wouldn't wanna tell you how much of a freak you are?" Jane smiled maliciously.

Collector's eyes narrowed as he watched.

Y/n looked away as Jane's dumb followers agreed with her.

"I have to go to class," they said and closed their locker. Collector frowned when the cube went blank since they closed their locker. He thought about how mean Jane was, ruining Y/n's fun. Just like that stupid Titan. He wasn't about to let his best friend get trapped in self doubt like he was trapped in the weird place because of someone else.

He remembered the bully girl's name and said it out loud. The cube appeared and he saw she was in the girl's bathroom, doing her makeup or whatever.

'Perfect-' he smirked mischievously. He suddenly appeared in the bathroom mirror in front of Jane.

She looked at him in surprise.

"HELLO JANE-" he practically yelled. She screamed loudly and fell backwards. She then ran out of the bathroom, terrified. Collector had never laughed harder, she totally deserved that scare.

Later, Y/n was in their bathroom at home brushing their hair. "I heard Jane ran out of the bathroom screaming earlier-" they said. Collector cracked a grin at the memory.

Y/n noticed and narrowed their eyes. "Was that you? I see that look on your face-"

"It was. She deserved it, come on. It was so funny- the look on her face was priceless! Nobody messes with my favorite human bestie-" Collector crossed his arms.

"Aw-" Y/n blushed a bit. "Thanks Collector. You're the best god friend I could ever have."

"Yes!" Collector grinned. Suddenly he got a signal from one of his weird mirror things. It was Belos.

"Ugh, be right back. That old man won't leave me be-" Collector groaned and disappeared. Y/n sighed and walked out of their bathroom and lay on the bed. They hoped one day they could see Collector in person.

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"Hello Collector," Belos said to him.

"Hey Philip, what's up?" Collector asked.

"Nothing much, just some damn disputes with..." he rambled on about some political nonsense with the towns and wild witches and how he hated magic.

"Ugh, Y/n is so much more fun-" Collector said to himself and yawned.

"Y/n?" Belos questioned. Collector perked up. "Who's that?"

"Oh- well you see there are these cube things where if you say someone's name they appear in the cube. I met this human and they're super cool. They play games with me and talk about not boring stuff-" Collector sat criss-cross applesauce and crossed his arms.

"Boring?" Belos tilted his head.

"Yeah, all your talk about politics and hatred is so lame. No offense, but you suck at making good conversations. At least Y/n is doing fun stuff with their life instead of trying to kill AN ENTIRE ISLAND FULL OF WITCHES AND DEMONS-" Collector groaned.

"What could possibly be more fun than accomplishing your goals and getting praised for it?" Belos asked.

"Praised? By who?" Collector cackled. "People in the human realm nowadays don't exactly seem opposed to magic-"

"They what?"

"Yeah, I've seen Y/n's friends and stuff, they're into witchy things and magical stuff. Magic is very common in earth books and even children's toys. Just saying-" Collector shrugged.

"So all I've worked for isn't even going to pay off? What a shame.." Belos growled. He started to shapeshift into that gooey monster.

"Oh here we go. I'm out-" Collector tossed the mirror aside and it floated around. They called Y/n's cube back.

"Hey bestie!" He smiled. The way they lit up everytime he showed up made him feel happy. He really liked them, and they liked him. He hoped one day they could see each other in person.

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A/N: Collector and I are besties. In my imagination. Not actual irl besties. I get why y'all are scared of him but I think he's probably actually really nice lol. Might make a part two of when Collector is freed-