"Just look at you, it's awful...!" Victoria does not mince words as she offers you her compact mirror.
It's you, you can tell, but there are some... changes. You're easily triple the weight you were when you came in here, but that's the least of it. You look like a cross between a pig and a person, some kind of anthropomorphic mess. Unwittingly, you find yourself letting out a snorting oink.
— Weeb's Wonka Game
In the corner of his eye, he caught movement. He glanced over, and found himself staring into the eyes of a stranger. He looked frazzled, black hair sticking in wild directions, and his eyes were huge, larger than what was natural. His nose was long, his mouth was wide, and he was wearing a familiar hat. It looked a bit like his.
Peppino reached up to touch his hat, which the stranger mirrored. Peppino dropped his hand, which the stranger also mirrored. Peppino turned to face the stranger head on, and the stranger did the same. Then the stranger’s already wide eyes went wider, and Peppino suddenly knew what he was looking at.
He screamed, the mirror fracturing. It wasn’t a stranger at all; it was him! He’d been looking at himself!
