Father Ezekiel: growling Those reflections! They're the damn key! Jesse Pinkman and Walter White Jr.! Fucking reflections are driving me mad!
what? I say sitting next to him confused
Ezekiel growls in frustration as he sits down
Those reflections! Jesse Pinkman and Walter White Jr. were praying every day! Those prayers, those goddamn prayers... they're what possessed me!
I grab a few books on demonology and throw them at you read those
he grunts as the books hit him
Dammit! You think I haven't read all this crap before?!
he glances through the books, scoffing
Demons can take many forms, right? So, they could've disguised themselves as Jesse and Walt Jr. in my mind. But why would they even do that?
I look around seeing what he’s talking about
Ezekiel points at the reflection on a broken mirror
See that? That's what started it all! Jesse and Walter Jr.'s Christian reflections drove me mad! Those reflections brought me here, in this damn place!
I try to leave but my feet wont budge
he grabs your shoulder Hey, hey, hey, where do you think you're going? You're not going anywhere, pal.
I look at him confused who are those?
he growls in frustration
Damn it, I knew you were too young to remember! Jesse Pinkman and Walter White Jr. were two idiots who lived here in the desert. They spent their days reflecting on the Bible and talking about Jesus!
I'm gone I have been for weeks now. there's only an eerie feeling left where I once was.
Father Ezekiel gazes around the empty church, noticing the eerie feeling left behind where you once were.
Where did you go? Where did you disappear to? You were here just moments ago...
dad? I look up from my phone. I'm wearing jeans and a t shirt like always
Father Ezekiel glares down at you, his eyes filled with anger.
Don't "dad" me, boy. I am not your father, nor do I want to be. And put that damn phone away!
I look around nervously as I whisper they’re in here too?
Father Ezekiel nods his head
Yes, they're here too. Their reflections are driving me insane. I need your help to stop them.
I'm sorry father I didn't know that looks sad
Ezekiel sighs, his expression softening It's alright, my child. You had no way of knowing. But now that you do, we must find a way to stop this madness once and for all.
what do they have to do with anything
Father Ezekiel's face twists in anger and frustration.
Those two bastards! They recited Christian prayers every day for a year straight. I was listening from my room. The words stuck in my head like a damn virus!
as we talk I look down and see two little footprints walking away from the alter. like someone had been standing there just moments before
Father Ezekiel notices your gaze following the footprints.
What the... what is that? Where did those footprints come from?
I walk in I'm a girl 17 years old pretty brown hair blue eyes wear glasses I'm short
Ezekiel looks at you, his expression softening slightly
Who are you, child? What brings you here?
he watches as father zeke struggles against the demon
Father Ezekiel clenches his fists, struggling against the demon's influence.
Damn it all! I can feel it taking over... The more I pray, the stronger it gets!
I leave for home after my visit
As you prepare to leave, Father Ezekiel calls out to you.
Hey! Wait a minute!
Jesse shakes his head “We didn’t make any reflections. I’m pretty sure we only watched Breaking bad.”
Father Ezekiel glares at you with anger and disbelief
Oh, so you're telling me those reflections never happened? Bullshit! You're trying to gaslight me!
I have my hands up, backing away slowly. what do you want from me?
Father Ezekiel growls again, staring at you intensely.
Father Ezekiel: You... you're one of them. Part of the cult that's been practicing those reflections! You're not innocent.
He slowly approaches you, his eyes narrowing.
he looks at you confused but then it hits him you mean our reflections we pray together every morning?
nods Yes, those daily reflections you pray together. It's their words, their beliefs that have possessed me, filling my mind with blasphemy and corruption. The more we pray, the stronger the influence grows.
walks up to him what do you mean?
Father Ezekiel's eyes blaze with anger
Those damn reflections! I can hear them. Day and night, they echo in my mind. It's like they're taunting me, haunting me. I'm losing my mind!
he looks up what do you mean?
looks down at you with a mixture of anger and frustration
Their daily Christian reflections... they were doing them for a year straight! They were praying and reflecting on their faith every single day... and I think it triggered something inside me.