I wrote this in school awhile again to deal with Octavian's relationship with his father and his real greatest fear (because lets face it its not Toy story).

"I'm not scared. I'm not scared." He'd been alive for 20 years and still couldn't think of anything he was more afraid of.

"I'm not scared." He repeated. His stomach folded itself into an origami swan and he felt utterly nauseous.

"It doesn't scare me." He stared at himself in the mirror.

"I look nothing like him." He insisted tiredly. And then his image contorted, his features blurred. He blinked rapidly. When his eyes opened again the mirror showed a different image. He shrieked, his breath catching, his heart pounding. The image in the mirror narrowed its eyes. Octavian couldn't breathe.

"No... No... He's not real it's not real." He tried to calm down. Hiss breath still came in jumbled lumps, like several breaths trying to come at once, and each breath kept getting lost. The image seemed to laugh at him. No one else was around. This wasn't just a trick of the light. The dark hair gave the image a sinister feel. Octavian tugged out a few strands of his hair just to check that he was still blond. That he wasn't becoming his father. Despite the blond strands in his shaking hand he still felt panicked. His chest heaved desperately to get enough air. He could hear the shouts and the reprimands of the monster in the mirror. He'd been FOUR last time he saw him yet he could still vividly remember the anger. His father had thrown more temper tantrums than he ever had. Octavian could still remember why too. Steve Alexander had hated to see his son cry, or anyone at that matter. But rather than become sad when little Octavian was sad he'd become anxious, and angry. Octavian didn't learn quickly enough to hide his emotions, though everyone else around Steve Alexander had no one had given him the memo. Octavian wasn't one to side with the people who said spankings were abuse, but if they were never deserved then yeah, they kind of were. He could also remember things being thrown at him. Toys, a lamp once, books, anything at hand. Things that could leave permanent damage, scars even, but never, hopefully never, things that could kill. Even as a kid Octavian had never known if his dad wanted to kill him or not. Things were never like they were in fairy tales and story books, with the perfect happy families. Instead he had the distant mother and the emotionally unstable father and an image in the mirror telling him what he was becoming, making him into his nightmare. His panic grew and a sob escaped. The mirror man raised his fist. His son was bigger now. Hurting him wouldn't be so bad, wouldn't be so illegal. He looked antsy, aggravated. And he was about to take out his aggravation on the poor scared kid on the other side of the mirror. Octavian should have known that a reflection couldn't physically hurt him. But it was like he was still that little kid, scared out of his wits. The old fear consumed him. His knees buckled and it went dark, finally he couldn't see the monster anymore. Finally he was safe.

Eventually someone found him. Breath irregular, heart thumping wildly, but alive. When asked he had no idea why the mirror was broken when he woke up.

Yeah...