Sarge gritted his teeth. He was not too fond of everyone's location. Now that they were all prisoners of this haunted circus, he knew he had to always keep his guard up... but his friends could be in danger as well. Fighting back waves of panic, Sarge remembered the past events -- giant watercanon spiders that inflated, pumpkin pies that turned your gut into a pumpkin, candy that was addicting but turned you into candy... and the mirrors....

Sarge looked up, catching his reflection. Horrified, he tried to look away, but something stopped him. Curiosity, perhaps? He knew what these mirrors did, but he couldn't get himself to look away. He could only stare at himself, losing the will to fight back. His figure was in the mirror... yet something was odd about him. He had facial hair on. His expression was darker, more grizzled....

"Have I... always looked like this?" He asked, surprised. Placing a hand on the mirror, he used his other hand to scratch the beard. He could feel it.... Looking down, he saw his belly -- plump and hairy. It was as he was used to, but he could see little grey hair spouting from it. When he looked back up, he saw the deep, sunken eyes of an old man staring at him. He knew he was only twenty-seven a moment ago, but now he felt like he was in his fifties... maybe even sixties. His body was no longer limber, aching and creaking as he moved. His healthy, fur coat was now graying and dull. He... was a grandpa now... or...

Sarge placed a hand on his belly and frowned. He was a dad, at least... but he was hoping to have grandkids before he became this old -- but maybe that's just what fate ordered for him. With a final snarl, Sarge turned around, looking at his party. "Listen up, kiddos, I ain't letting any of you out o' my sight, y'here?"

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In my DnD game, Sarge got age TFed by a magical mirror. Now he's 57 years old, twice as old as everyone else in his party.... Now he faces a new problem: Constantly being called "Dad".

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