Creation of Mirror Man...

I did not want to do this, but I am forced to so you can fully understand the creation and eventual destruction of Mirror Man. So against all good judgement I begin my story with a cliché opening.....
Once upon a time there lived an extremely lonely man. His house was filled with stuffed animals and dolls, which this man called his friends. Each toy had a name and a distinct personality. Through the years the man's friends began to dislike one another and rivalries arose. Even more time passed and eventually all of the friends hated each other, as well as the lonely man. The man sank into an even deeper depression than he was in before. He gathered up all of his old friends and burned them in the fireplace. As the fire burned and dozens of once friends became none, the lonely man sat with glazed eyes sipping his cranberry juice. When the straw began to struggle for more juice to reach his taste buds, he snapped out of the stupor. Realizing he was lonely once again the man came up with a plan. The plan was simple yet complicated. The simple part was the idea and the hard part was gathering up the materials for the idea to work. As far as ideas go, getting a girlfriend was one of the best thoughts to ever come out of the lonely man. The problem with the lonely man's idea was obtaining women's clothing so he could become his own girlfriend. What could the man do? Another tough situation with a simple solution. The lonely man created a dress for himself out of twigs, berries, and leaves. There could never have been a more perfectly fitting dress in the history of dresses. The lonely man did a good job. Years and years passed again with the man and his new girlfriend. Many years of happiness and companionship. But over time the constant agreement and understanding between the couple became a huge problem in the relationship and the man realized what had to happen. Into the fireplace went the perfect dress made of twigs, berries, and leaves. Watching another friend and companion turn to ashes really did a number to the man's state of mind. He was once again lonely. Now in a state of rage and panic, the lonely man began pacing back and forth, talking to himself. The once sane man could feel himself slipping into insanity. While pacing the man caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. The object was perfect. The object was indiscriminate. The object was there all along. This is when lonely man met Mirror Man. No words were exchanged between lonely man and Mirror Man, only blinks and stares. Years did not pass, nor months, nor weeks, just hours and days. All the man could do was stare at Mirror Man. He could not eat or drink, the only thing on his mind was his new friend. As minutes became hours and hours became days the man took a long, hard look at Mirror Man and then before his very eyes the Mirror Man was destroyed and all that was left was a mirror in a cold, dark room.