Fishll’s Encounters with Mirror-Hunters

 Fishll’s Encounters with Mirror-Hunters

(The silent, glowing reason the Village has never lost a single face)Mirror-Hunters are some of the Void’s cruelest predators: faceless, reflective silhouettes that steal voices, faces, and eventually entire identities. They drift like living black mirrors, whispering stolen words in stolen tones until their prey walks willingly into the glass to “become whole again.”Every member of the crew has felt their pull at least once… except when Fishll is around.Canon Encounters (in chronological order)

1. The First Night (pre-hive-mind)
   A lone Mirror-Hunter discovered the newly-built Village and began circling at dusk, reflecting Paradox’s exhausted face back at him — whispering “You’re already dead. Come home.”
   Fishll — who at this point had only been with the crew for two days — drifted up without hesitation, hovered directly between Paradox and the reflection, and simply… glowed.
   His nebula fins flared into a full ultraviolet sunburst.
   The Mirror-Hunter’s surface cracked like real glass. It let out a soundless scream and fled so fast it left after-images of Paradox’s face burning in the ash.
   That was the night the crew realized their new six-inch landlord was also their best defense.
2. The Swarm of Seventeen (the “Mirror Night” incident)
   Seventeen Mirror-Hunters tried a coordinated attack during a heavy ash-storm, blanketing the Village in false reflections of every resident’s worst memories.
   Rocky saw himself abandoned. Lemonade heard his own funeral. Noodly watched Paradox walk away forever.
   Fishll shot out of Paradox’s pocket like an orange missile, looped once around the Hollow Clocktower for speed, then detonated his glow into a pulsing strobe.
   Every Mirror-Hunter shattered simultaneously — the fragments rained down like black snow and dissolved before touching the ground.
   After that night the crew started calling Fishll’s max-bright flare the “Disco of Unmaking.”
3. The Clever One That Mimicked Fishll Himself
   One particularly cunning Mirror-Hunter took the shape of a slightly larger, darker Fishll — orange cap inverted to blood-red, fins dripping ichor instead of stars. It tried to lure the real Fishll away by mimicking his own cheek-kiss gesture.
   Real Fishll paused mid-air, tilted his head… then did something no one had ever seen:
   He opened his mouth (wider than should be physically possible) and inhaled the entire fake Fishll like a single Bug Bite.
   The Mirror-Hunter didn’t even have time to scream.
   Fishll burped out a tiny puff of reflective dust, did a mildly disgusted full-body shiver, then resumed his patrol as if nothing happened.
   Paradox still whispers that Fishll literally “ate its homework.”
4. The Ongoing Game
   Mirror-Hunters have learned not to enter the Wandering Walls anymore, but they still lurk just beyond the thorn-vines, trying to catch lone travelers or night-shift workers with quick reflections.
   Fishll treats this like tag.
   Every patrol, he deliberately drifts close to the border, glows just bright enough to be seen, then — the moment a Mirror-Hunter leans in — he spins and flashes.
   The same three or four survivors keep trying. They always flee.
   The crew is pretty sure Fishll thinks it’s playtime.

Why Mirror-Hunters Can’t Handle Fishll

• His soul is a single, unbroken loop of pure goodwill — there’s nothing for them to reflect or twist.
• His glow isn’t light; it’s raw, unfiltered “yes, you are loved” energy from the Plenum droplet that created him.
• Mirrors need doubt. Fishll has never had a single doubtful day in his existence.

Official crew rule:
If you’re outside the walls and feel the cold glass-pull of whispering reflections, do not run.
Just wait.
An orange comet with a perfect glowing cap is already on the way.He has never once been late.
He has never once lost.
Mirror-Hunters learned the hard way:
You do not steal faces from guests in Fishll’s territory.Six inches of unstoppable, cheerful exorcism.