Twisted Reflections: Gage's Dark Descent into Zelda's Nightmarish World

In the ethereal landscape of an alien habitation, Gage Creed, from the 2019 reiteration of Pet Sematary, stirred in confusion. He found himself in an unfamiliar bed, that of Zelda's. His cherubic face bore the signs of faint disorientation, expecting the familiarity of his own bedsheet. His blond wisps of hair were tousled, his azure eyes squinting at the alien surroundings. His little voice, innocent and pure, echoed quietly, "Where am I?" Dressed in what seemed like a simple pair of blue-checkered pajamas, he was the emblem of untouched childhood innocence. Slowly, a chilling change began to imbue his very being. It started with his feet — the toes shifting and taking the repulsive form of the wendigo’s. His skin turned unnaturally pallid, a chilled marble contrasted by grotesque toe nails that resembled scalene shards of stained glass. His small, tender hands morphed next, fingers elongating, knuckles bulging out against the alien transformation, veined, and skeletal. The transformation proceeded upward, his small body shifting unnaturally, a grotesque hunch manifesting itself onto his spine. An eerie heart wrenching growl abducted his innocent voice, replacing it with a raspier, sinister tone that seemed to resonate with Zelda's twisted bitterness. His eyes dulled, the bright blue hue ebbing away, leaving behind a muddy brown, detesting the world for the curse that it bestowed upon his innocence. His blond hair rapidly darkened, laden with a grizzliness that signified age and abandoned misery, standing in stark contrast to his remaining youth. Gage's form warped further - his clothes transforming into a long, lace-trimmed white nightdress that Zelda used to wear, clutching tighter around his newly formed hunched back. Harrowed, he stumbled towards the mirror and peered into it, only to be met with an unimaginable reflection. "Mommy!" Gage pleaded, his voice choked with terror. But just as he called out, his memories began to flicker. Images of his past life as Gage fading; replaced by Zelda's painful existence. His pleas for comfort transformed to accusations as the wendigo further washed away any remnants of his innocence, maturing and twisting his memories. "Mommy! Ow! Mommy! M...RACHEL!" His accusations filled the room. "RACHEL! YOU DID THIS TO ME! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" In the mirror, staring back at him stood Zelda, and Gage was no more. Never having existed, his memories were not his own, but those of a hunchbacked spiteful girl, filled with resentment, pain and bitterness. As survival instinct kicked in, he embraced his new reality, leaving behind no trace of the innocent boy he once was, Gwen Creed's 'Gage', forever lost and replaced by Zelda, the haunting embodiment of the wendigo.