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(Nico meats the sides with a twist because I couldn't stop myself.)

Nico Flores is the happiest man on earth.

He has an amazing boyfriend who he loves very much.

He loves his boyfriend's sides with all of his heart. and he would ask Thomas to marry him if it wasn't way too early in the relationship.

The only thing that could dampen this for him? His abusive ex trying to get back together.

3129 words

#roman sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #sanders sides #virgil sanders #demus sanders sides #character thomas #nico flores #pintroverts #karrot kings

Kiss Kiss Fall In Love

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The others all agreed that Roman and Virgil acted differently after Thomas came home from the mall. They were both happier and Roman had gushed to Patton about this cute boy Thomas had met at the mall.

Patton was so happy, less because of the boy and more because that was the first real conversation they had since after the wedding. Patton almost cried from how happy he was that Roman was speaking to him again. He decided that it would be best not to bring up anything yet and just give time for roman to be happy.

He hasn't seen Roman smile like that in a while.

In fact, none of them had. And they didn't realize how much they missed it till now. The way he would smile and gush about something he cared about. How he bounced on his heels and fanned his hands around. He would smile so brightly that it lit up the room. His laugh was so joyful, it was contagious.

None of them could remember when Roman had stopped being that happy...

But at least he was happier now, even if he still avoided most of the others. Even if he avoided everyone but Virgil.

Patton was actually quite happy at how good friends they were.

(I don't like the title. If anyone has any better ideas ease let me know!)

You Hit Me And Its My Job To Apologize...

COMPLEATED WORK

26 chaps. 35 k words.

I Don't Care Anymore

Ao3 <- link

Roman hadn't left his room in a while. He didn't know how long, he hadn't bothered to check. The only thing that alerted him to the passage of time was the occasional nocks on the door. Most likely Patton. He had been trying to talk to Roman and get him to open up ever since the last episode.

Let's say Roman wasn't people ready. It was humiliating to say but once he got to his room after the episode, he just laid down on his bed and cried. And that's what he's been doing ever since. Just crying, eating comfort food and watching cartoons and the office, and crying again.

He didn't know why this affected him so badly?

A lie.

Why was he so upset?

It wasn't like this was the first time that the rules were suddenly turned around on him leaving him to figure out what he had done wrong and how to fix it.

Dark sides are bad!

But not Virgil! Don't be mean to him!

Don't agree with J-Deceit! He's a dark side what's wrong with you?!

Why aren't you agreeing with Deceit? What's wrong with you?

Every time he thought he learned what he did wrong and he tried to change to fix it, the rules were suddenly changed around again.

He was so tired of this. He was just tired in general.

He feels horrible for making fun of J-... Deceit's name but he felt like it was his one last desperate hope to keep things from changing. But of course. He was wrong. He was always wrong. Always so wrong. Wrong about Virgil. Wrong about Deceit. Wrong about everything. Why did he always have to be so wrong? Why did he always have to be so wrong? Was it wrong of him to want to not he wrong for once?

He was just so tired and wrong and confused. He should have been used to this by now? Why did it hurt so much? Why did he care? He shouldn't.

Things would be so much better if he could just stop caring about things! It would be amazing! To just stop caring? Caring about every time he and Virgil get into an argument and Patton take Virgil's side automatically without even knowing what the argument was about. Roman didn't even start all of those arguments!

What if he could stop caring about every time the rules were changed without notice leaving him in the wrong?

What if he could just not care?

He almost giggled at the thought. Scratch that. He did giggle. Then he chuckled. Then full out laughed. He laughed and laughed and laughed. He couldn't stop laughing. It wasn't a funny thought or anything, but he just couldn't stop laughing. He was on the verge of tears.

He was crying again.

He must have looked crazy from and outside perspective. He, alone in his room, sitting on his bed looking like a mess, balling his eyes out while laughing his ass off. He was just so tired. And he was ready for this to stop.

AO3 For full! Sorry it 7000+ words long!

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Ao3! Link!

I figured that after my fist chapter, some fluff was needed.

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Remus wasn't expecting the sudden and faint sound of crying. He didn't even expect to be able to hear it over the sound of him destroying things. Maybe it was because he was destroying things in a place he usually wasn't allowed to destroy things. The living room.

He summoned copies of photos and other 'sentimental' objects and was violently destroying them, locking the originals in a spare room. He was in the middle of a mental break down, crying and destroying things. He was all alone now and angry. He didn't do ok alone...

He rubbed the tears out of his eyes as he summoned his morning star as he quietly stalked closer to the noise. The crying got louder and louder as he got closer. He turned down a corner and dropped his morning star in shock. Huddled in the corner of the hallway, was a crying and sobbing Roman. With his head tucked into his knees, a gasp of pain escaped his lips every now and then.

"...R-...Roman?" Remus asked hesitantly.

Roman gasped and sat back, snapping his head towards Remus. "Re-" he gasped in pain.

Remus gasped as he saw the large black stain covering most of Roman's shirt. "No..." Remus whispered in horror. "No no no no..." Remus rushed over to Roman's side. "No no no! Oh, fuck! Oh god! No! Ro! What happened!" Remus asked as he held Roman close to his chest.

Roman didn't answer. Instead, he whimpered in pain. "R-re... It hurts..." A few tears spilled from his eyes silently as he shook.

Remus hushed him quietly, whipping the tears from Roman's eyes. "I know. I know. It will hurt for a little while longer..." He ran his hands threw Roman's hair. "It will stop soon. It's ok... It's ok..." He comforted.

"Hurts... Stop... Want it to stop..." Roman muttered in pain.

Remus placed his head on top of Roman's as he held him close to his chest. "I'm sorry, it's too late Ro... I'm so, so sorry... This was never supposed to happen to you, Ro. You were supposed to be the good one... God Ro... What happened..." Roman didn't seem to process anything Remus just said. He just tucked himself closer to Remus. Whimpering and crying in pain.

After a bit of time, Roman became silent causing Remus' heart to practically stop. He had passed out from the pain... Well... At least he wouldn't have to be awake for the rest of it...

Whoever pushed his brother to this was going to pay...

His head hurt. His body hurt. His everything hurt. And he just felt so damn exhausted.

Still, he managed to peak his eyes open. The ceiling was a darker color that his bedroom ceiling or the ceiling to the living room. And there was a suspicious dark red stain in one of the upper corners. He managed to sit up slowly to look around. It looked almost exactly like the light side living room. Just a darker color scheme. There were destroyed and unrecognizable pictures an objects scattered around the floor. Another thing that was on the floor, sleeping right up against the couch, was Remus.

Roman felt so... Confused. What happened? He was so... Disoriented... He lifted his arm to rub at his head but froze when he noticed the color of his sleeve. It was a deep black color. Looking down at himself he finally noticed his different wardrobe.

Carefully he maneuvered himself off the couch without waking Remus and quickly left to find the bathroom which wasn't too hard considering the dark and light side had similar layouts. The bathroom, like most of the other dark side, was dark. Black tiles, dark brown painted walls, dark accessories. It had more differences from the light sides bathroom than just color. Instead of having a bath and shower, it just had a large tub that, on any other occasion, looked quite appealing. It also had quite a few faint bloodstains littered about.

There was a wooden shelf built into the wall that was used for storage. The bottom-most shelves were used for various sanitary products like toilet paper, shampoo, body wash, conditioner, and other miscellaneous products. Plus a lot of deodorants. Then there was a shelf or two filled with towels and wash rags.

And the final sheld just had three little baskets in it. The purple basket looked like it hadn't been used in a long time, covered in cobwebs, and nearly pushed to the back of the cabinet. There were very few things left abandoned in it.

Then there was a yellow basket. It was still full of stuff, but it looked like it hadn't been touched it a little while, from the thin layer of dust that was starting to form.

And then a clean green basket that was full and had a few mysterious red stains littered about. It held som normal bathroom supplies and the rest was filled with half-eaten deodorant.

Then there was the sink, which sat on a long countertop that was decorated with the usual bathroom supplies, and the large mirror that Roman was stuck staring at. He looked so... Different.

The bags in his eyes had become a more permanent feature of his face, witch only showed off how pale he had gotten. His hair was slightly darker and was strewn about. Then was his clothes. His normal princely outfit was stained a dark back color, and the accessories attached to it that used to be a rich golden color had darkened to a sad and dim bronze. His sash was no longer to be seen. Instead, being replaced by a large medium-orange-colored cloak that hid a good majority of his outfit unless it was directly moved out of the way.

When he leaned in closer to the mirror to get a better look at himself, he noticed that the palms of his hands were lightly scarred from where his nails had dug into his palms.

He should have been freaking out. He should have. But after everything that just happened, all he felt was numb. Like he was too emotionally stunned to acknowledge the situation.

Eventually, Roman found himself moved from in front of the mirror to sitting in the oversized bathtub, pulling the cloak close to his body with the hood of his cloak pulled up over his head, hugging his knees.

He wasn't really thinking of anything... Just existing. And feeling like he was floating in space. He could hear the faint sound of frantic running from somewhere else in the Dark side, along with the occasional sounds of opening and closing doors. And eventually, the door to the bathroom opened. He faintly heard Remus' voice. He was talking but Roman kept hugging his knees and staring out into space. He wasn't ignoring him. He just... Didn't feel all too present at that moment.

Roman flinched slightly when a hand lightly, but firmly, gripped his shoulder. Remus' voice became slightly more prominent. "-o? Can you hear me? Ro?" Remus asked quietly. Hesitantly, Roman nodded. "Ok... That's good... How are you feeling?" Remus asked.

"... Tired," he answered in a faint, scratchy voice. It must have been from how much crying earlier.

"Alright. That's ok. Do you want to go back to the living room and nap on the couch?" Roman shook his head. He honestly didn't feel like even moving. "Ok. You want me to summon some pillows and blankets so we- you can just nap here?" Remus asked, "Then I can leave if you want. There's no one left here who will be bothered by you sleeping in the bathtub, anyway." He said as a joke, but there was something sad far off in his voice.

Roman nodded, then in a soft voice, "Stay...?"

Remus looked shocked by this, bit was glad to accommodate for his brother. "Alrighty!" He said happily, summoning his ratty pillow and blood stained blanket for himself and a nicer and softer set for his brother. God, he loved his ratty pillow and bloody blanket...

When they both laid down, Roman had fallen asleep quickly and in his sleep, he ended up clinging closer to Remus. And right before he passed out, Remus couldn't help but think that his brother had to have been pretty badly hurt to find comfort from being in close proximity to him... It was a strange feeling. Not unwelcome. Just strange.

The next time Roman woke up, he felt more aware. Like if the shock had started to slowly wear off, slightly. He rolled over lightly in the tub. Remus was gone. Panic started to rise in his chest. Were was Remus? Why was he gone? Did he hate him? What did he do wrong?

Roman shook slightly as he made his way out of the tub and out of the bathroom.

What if Remus left him? Did he say something wrong? Could he apologize? Would Remus forgive him!?

He quietly made his way into the living room. The living room was cleaned now. No more broken objects strewn around the room. And Remus could vaguely be seen in the kitchen, humming while doing something. Maybe cooking? Can Remus cook?

Quietly, and nervously, Roman tiptoed into the kitchen just in time to see Remus slip two pans into the oven. He chewed on his thumbnail slightly, shifting from foot to foot. He wanted to get Remus' attention, but he didn't want to possibly upset him...

Remus turned around and looked shocked to see him for a moment but then, "Hey Ro! I see you're up! How are you feeling?" Remus asked.

"Fine." He said, quietly.

"That's good!" Remus smiled, bouncing on his heels, slightly. "I made pizza. I had no idea if you were hungry or not but I sure was!"

Roman tilted his head slightly, "You can cook?" He asked. He paused once he realized that that could be considered rude. He rushed to apologize but Remus beat him to it.

"Yeah! J- I was taught in case I ever needed to cook for someone else. I still make weird food, but most of the weirder shit is for me." Remus answered.

Roman nodded slightly and awkwardly sat down at the kitchen table. The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Or well, Roman felt uncomfortable. Remus just sat, perched upon the countertop, swinging his legs as he hummed.

Roman didn't know what to do. Should he say something? What would he say? What if he said something stupid and made Remus mad. He didn't want Remus to hate him. Bit he also didn't know how long he could stand the silence. Just as he got the courage to open his mouth, Remus spoke. "You seem to be thinking pretty hard over there. Wanna tell me what's on your mind?" He asked.

"I'm sorry!" He blurted out.

Remus looked confused. "Sorry? What are you sorry about?" He asked.

Roman shifted a bit. "You... You weren't there when I woke up..." Roman answered, "'I was afraid I made you mad..."

"Oh... Oh!" Remus exclaimed. "No, I wasn't mad! I was just hungry, after everything that just happened I figured you would be hungry too!" He said. "Now that I think about it I maybe should have left a note or something. Sorry!" He explained.

"No, no. It's ok..."

They both sat in silence for another minute before Remus spoke up again, "Ok, so. About what just happened. Were going to have to talk about it eventually. Maby after we eat." Remus said. Roman just shrugged. he didn't want to talk about it but Remus was right. It would be better if they did. "But that can wait. I'm just curious. Do you know what you are now?" Remus asked.

"What?" Roman asked confused.

"Like, what do you represent? Most of the time, sides know it immediately. If not, I can always help you figure it out."

Roman was quiet for a moment. He had a good idea of what he represented, but what if he was wrong? And Remus got mad at him and kicked him out? He didn't think he would be able to stand seeing the others yet. What would the others even do if they saw him? Would they yell at him? And call him a traitor? A hypocrite?

"Ro?"

Roman flinched, slightly. Jumping when Remus had spoken. "S-sorry..."

"Hey, no, it's ok," Remus reassured, "You don't have to talk now if you don't want to." He said, "I know that shits confusing right now. But whenever you're ready, I'll be here to talk."

Roman stared at Remus in shock. He was just being so... patient... "Oh, come on. Don't cry, Ro." Remus said. Roman gasped as hot tears rolled down his face, he didn't even know he was crying. Remus hopped off from the counter and pulled his brother into a hug. "Its ok, Ro. It's ok..." Remus sat there, comforting his emotionally vulnerable brother until his tears slowly stopped. "Better?" Remus asked. Roman nodded. "That's good." The oven dinged. "Pizzas done!" Remus cheered, hopping up to grab the pizza from the oven.

He didn't even bother with oven mitts, just reached his hands in the oven, and grabbed both pizza pans. Roman cringed at the sound of sizzling that came from Remus' hands. Remus seemingly didn't even notice, just sitting the pans down on the stove. Roman could clearly tell which one was his. His was a normal pepperoni a Remus' was fucking disgusting. The sauce was a mixture of normal pizza sauce and blood, the cheese was shaved deodorant, and it was topped with sliced eyeballs and fucking pineapple. Pineapple. "Did you seriously put pineapple on your fucking pizza?"

Remus looked stunned that that's what Roman's issue with his pizza was. For a moment, they both stared at each other in silence before bursting out in hysterical laughter. They just laughed and laughed and laughed. After everything that just went down, Roman really needed a good laughed.

After they finally managed to calm down, they settled into a comfortable silence as they ate. After a few minutes, Roman quietly spoke up, "Hey Re..."

"Yeah?"

"... I'm Insecurity..."

Remus gave him a supportive smile and held out his hand, "Welcome to the dark side, Insecurity."

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Fully detailed version on Ao3

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Roman wasn’t doing too well after the most recent episode. He had locked himself in his room for the last several days and had been pushing himself to the edge with pumping out new content for Thomas. He didn’t eat, he barely slept and he refused to talk to anyone or take a break. He couldn’t help but heavily nitpick his work. If the idea wasn’t perfect, then it was scrapped altogether. He was horribly stressed and couldn’t stop the cascade of horrible thoughts bouncing around his mind.

It’s not good enough…

You could do better…

It’s not original…

Thomas deserves better…

R̸͙͂̊e̵̥͛́m̴̗̕ủ̷̼̙̚s̷̯͚͂̓could do better than you…

They’ll never forgive you…

It was all your fault…

You’re the one who decided to make fun of his name…

He had every right to defend himself…

The more he listened to these thoughts, the worse they got. Throwing around his worst thoughts and feelings back at him. The worst part? He knew that they weren’t wrong. He was the one who messed everything up. He was the one who chose his actions. Those were his mistakes. He only hoped that if he worked hard enough and pumped out enough good content, that would at least give him the opportunity to try and make things right.

That will never work…

All he needed to do was work a little harder. It was the very least he could do after being such a pain for the other sides to deal with.

They’re probably happy that you never leave your room anymore…

He would be able to apologize to J-… Deceit. For his actions and making him out to be the villain…

You have no right to say his name after what you did…

He would apologize to Patton for putting too much pressure on him.

You expected too much from him. Driving him to his limits. I wouldn’t be surprised that he would have finally lost his patients to deal with you…

He would apologize to Logan for always being so uncooperative with him.

All you do is bother him with your nonsense and ignore him whenever he isn’t relevant to your own selfish wants. How horrible does that make you? He does his best for Thomas and all you do is mess things up? How can you look him in the eyes after treating him so horribly?…

And he would apologize to Virgil. For… Everything. And he wouldn’t expect him to forgive him.

You don’t deserve forgiveness…

He didn’t deserve Virgil forgiveness… Or anyones. But he had treated Virgil the worst, by far.

From the beginning, you gave Virgil nothing but a hard time. You made him into the bad guy for you to fight against to make yourself feel better. You’re pathetic. He had never done anything wrong to you but you insisted on bullying and degrading him. Your probably the reason he ducked out. If not, at least a big reason why. All Virgil has ever done was try and keep Thomas safe. But you just had to put your own selfish desires above his. Didn’t you?…

Then he would apologize to Thomas. He deserves so much more than…

A pathetic and self-centered Creativity who couldn’t- Wouldnt stop thinking about himself for five seconds to see how much he was hurting thous around him? A Mistake? Someone not deserving of the title Hero?…

Him…

He also needed to apologize to… To…

You can even say it. How pathetic. After everything you’ve done to make everyone else the bad guy but your self, you still can’t even say his name and admit you were wrong. You’re always wrong. When have you never not been wrong!?

You were wrong about Virgil…

You were Wrong about Janus…

You were wrong about the wedding…

You were wrong about everything…

They’re probably mad at you…

I wouldn’t doubt it…

Your the one who had messed up…

You don’t deserve them…

You don’t deserve to be here…

They would all be happy if you ducked out…

Janus was right…

You’re the evil twin…

All Remus has ever done was to do his job as intrusive thoughts…

Your the one who had hurt the ones you had ‘cared’ about…

Your no hero…

You don’t deserve to be a hero…

Your not Thomas’ hero.

Roman gasped and grabbed at his chest in pain. It hurt. Almost as if someone was stabbing him in the chest. He looked down to see that there was a small dark patch that was barely covered by his sash. It almost looked like a splatter of ink, staining his previously white and pristine princely outfit.

You don’t deserve the title of 'Prince’…

Roman gasped in pain, not noticing that the spot had grown slightly at the hurtful comment that plagued his mind.

Then he had felt a slight pulling sensation. He was being summoned. By Thomas. Dammit!

Roman quickly ran over to his mirror, looking himself. He looked horrible. His hair was a mess, his eyes had dreadful bags underneath them, his clothes were terribly wrinkled. He was a mess. In a rush, he tidied his hair and quickly applied some concealer then with a snap he removed the wrinkles from his clothes. Another look in the mirror had him frowning. His hair still looked like a mess.

They were going to notice…

The concealer was sloppy at best.

They were going to know how tired he was…

His suit was looking… Better… But the black 'ink’ blotch was still there and nearly visible from behind his sash. He could do better.

He felt another tug.

He didn’t have time. He rushed to grab a stack of papers filled with his approved ideas and quickly sunk out.

“Greetings, plebeians!” Roman greeted, posing in his typical manner.

God. Could you go one day without acting like a pompous prick?…

He flinched slightly at the pain but dug his nails into his fists as to not react.

“Roman,” Logan began, “It had taken Thomas calling you more than once for you to arrive. What were you doing?” He questioned. He didn’t look mad, but he wasn’t the one for flaunting his emotions.

He’s mad at you…

You know how important punctuality is to him…

Roman forced a smile threw the pain. “My apologies, Dear nerd!”

You cant go 5-second without making fun of someone, can you?…

How pathetic…

“I was just a bit… Fashionably late! Tis all!” Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Janus staring at him. He felt dread pull into his stomach.

Logan hesitantly nodded, appearing to take that as an answer. “Alright, let’s get back onto the current topic.” Logan excepted that far too easily. Usually, he would ask for more detail or lecture Roman on showing up on time but he had just… Excepted his answer?

He didn’t want to waste any more time on you than he already hast to…

You really do get in the way…

“As for the current issue…Patton? Do you mind addressing it? You’re more suited to deal with more… Emotionally based issues?” He asked awkwardly. Clearly uncomfortable with the current topic that Roman was still in the dark on.

“Oh!” Patton started. “Well, Roman? We’ve been talking lately…and well…” He paused, trying to work out his sentence. Romans’ stomach was in knots and his heartbeat raised.

They don’t like you…

They’re going to make you apologize for making their lives miserable…

They were going to ask you to take a step back and stay out of the way…

You’re always in the way…

Romans’ nails dug tighter into his palms. A trickle of blood making its way down his hand. Virgil was starting to look at him worried. Why on earth would he be worried about him?

He didn’t deserve it.

You don’t deserve it…

“Well… We’ve just been wondering… Are you-”

“Are you ok!” Virgil blurted out. Blushing furiously when everyone turned to look at him. “Sorry…” He muttered quietly. “The suspense was driving me up the wall… anxiety and all…”

“That’s alright, Virgil.” Thomas reassured calmly, “But that is what we’re here to talk about. Are you ok Roman?” He asked, turning to the fanciful trait.

Roman was… confused, to say the least. His fists relaxed and unfurled and he looked baffled at the others. They were asking if he was ok? Why did they care? Weren’t they mad at him? He had messed up big time and they weren’t even going to comment on that? “Uuh… Sure?… Why?” He asked hesitantly.

“You haven’t left your room in over a week, kiddo,” Patton said, playing with the sleeves of his cat hoodie like he did when he was upset. “We were worried bout you.”

They don’t mean it…

They’re only doing this to show face…

Why on earth would they worry about you after all that you’ve done…

“Well, I am fine, padre,” Roman answered, ignoring the stabbing pain in his chest. “I have just been in my room working in some ideas for Thomas’ videos. That’s all.” He answered. They all looked around at one another, clearly not believing him.

Why would they belive you?…

What have you done to make them believe you? Let alone trust you?…

In fact, they believe that lying snake more than you…

“Oh, Roman,” A hiss rang out that sent chills down his spine. “For an actor, you are such a 'good’ lier…” Janus said, looking at his gloves like he could examine his nails from underneath them.

“I have no idea what you mean,” Roman said, doing his best to keep his mouth in check.

God, how horrible of a person do you have to be to have to try and not be an asshole…

No wonder they hate you…

Roman let out an involuntary flinch, doing his best to ignore the stares he was receiving from the others. “Seriously,” Janus said softer, “Are you ok? You’ve been avoiding everyone.”

Grate, now you’ve gone and upset them…

Roman’s hands were back into tight fusts, trying to block out the pain. “A-and you look a mess,” Virgil added quietly. “Your concealer is patchy and you look exhausted. Have you even slept?” He asked.

“Of course I have! I-”

“Lies,” Janus stated simply.

How stupid can you be to think you can just lie like that with Janus here…

Roman flinched back at the comment, his nails digging further into his palms and drawing out more blood. “Roman, are you ok?” Logan asked, “You seem to be in pain. Are you hurt?” He asked, moving closer to Roman to see if he could find any injuries.

All you do is cause problems for them…

Roman quickly backed away, “Of course I’m fine!” He insisted, continuing before Janus could interrupt him, “ "But, yes, I haven’t been sleeping too often because I’ve been working on these ideas!” Roman said, holding up his small stack of papers.

How pathetic…

A creativity who can’t even come up with enough good ideas…

Are you sure you’ve earned the title 'creativity’…

Roman’s forced smile flickered slightly at the pain. Blood lightly smearing onto the stacks of papers he held in his own hand. “You shouldn’t overwork yourself, Roman.” Thomas softly scolded. “I know that things have been stressful lately-”

All because you can’t keep your stupid mouth shut…

“-But you need to take a break and go easier on yourself.”

“I’ll be fine!” Roman insisted, “I just needed to pump out a few more ideas and the ill take a break! I promise!”

You should no better than to make promises you can’t keep…

He bit back a flinch, hoping the others didn’t notice. But they did. They looked back and forth at each other wondering what they should do. “Well…” Thomas paused. “Then… Let’s see your ideas.”

“What?”

“Let’s see these ideas you’ve been working on.”

“Um- Well… Uh…”

They’re not good enough…

They’re going to hate them…

They will hate you if you show them these ideas…

You spent so long on horrible ideas…

What will that make them think of you?…

You should have done better…

They’re not good enough…

You’re not good enough…

Thomas would be better without you…

They all would…

Romans’ hands were now lightly shaking, but he didn’t seem to notice. “I d-don’t think that’s the best idea. They still need revised and worked on some more before there more… Presentable?” He said hesitantly.

“We can help you review them,” Logan suggested. “You are far too overworked to have to handle them on your own.”

Roman sifted from one foot to another, “Yeah… But like you said I am a bit overworked, so most-”

All…

“- of these ideas might not be so good. I still need to revise them and touch them up a bit before I can show you guys…” He answered.

“Just let us help you, kiddo.” Patton insisted.

Virgil nodded in agreement, “You have been overworking yourself to the point of exhaustion. We can take some of the load off.” He promised, “Just trust us…”

Roman still looked rather hesitant. “I’m not sure. The ideas are… Not so good at the moment…”

Janus spoke up, “Oh Roman. There is no reason to be so insecure about your work, I’m sure whatever it is we will all love it.”

Insecure…

I̶̲͌n̵̨̓s̵̞͌e̵̛̱c̴̭͠ȗ̵͍r̷͎̀e̴̪͘.̷̛͕.̷̨̋.̶̣͒

“I am not Ḭ̴̧̡̧̟̥̮͓̥̜̪̯̭͈̬͍̔̉̈́͋͂̑̈́͒ṇ̶̭̙̼̭̭̱̦̽̉̂̓͊͌̍̍͐̈̔̄̃̚ş̷̡̢͙͔̦̙̳͙̖̪͖̲̝̥̪͂̆͗̇̊̾͛̔̃͐̊̏̕͝e̸̢̪̟̣͇̖̖̯̅̈̈̽̀̈́̂c̷̹̫̭̘̤̺̳͓̺̊ų̴͎̲̱͚̮̮̏̄̃̊̿̀̔̈́̑͛́̑͘r̶̹̳̘̤̟̙̬͓͙̩̭̟̫͇͖̦̲̍̉̀̃͗͊̏̿͊̋͋͛͜e̷̛̖̩̗͔͑͂͌̉̂̾̕!” His voice shook the room.

He let out a shocked gasp and slapped his hand over his mouth as the others looked on in startled shock. He felt like was shaking down to his very core. “Roman…?”

“I-i am sorry! I- I have no idea what that was…”: he insisted softly. He looked confused when everyone looked at him even more concerned. Glancing down at his hand, he finally noticed the blood seeping out of the cuts made by his nails. He was stunned for a moment before quickly whipping the blood off of his face using his sleave.

Logan was quick to his side, examining his hands. Causing him to drop his papers and scatter them across the floor. Logan was talking as he cleaned Roman’s hands before bandaging them. But Roman didn’t hear anything. Just the ringing that echoed on his own ears.

You’ve really made a mess of things now…

That last comment tipped Roman over the edge, causing him to gasp out in pain. Nearly sinking to the floor if it wasn’t for logan at his side, quick to help him keep steady. He tugged lightly at his sash, the pain quickly spreading like a burning fire.

The tug on his sash revealed the far larger black stain that had nearly filled the space behind his sash and was quickly spreading.

Janus and Virgil gasped. Horror seeping into there expressions as they realized what was happening to Roman. They were both quickly at Roman’s side. The next thing he knew, Romans was sitting on the ground, struggling to breathe threw that pain. Virgil and Janus’ hands held onto him comfortingly as they talked to him along with the others.

But Roman felt far-off at that moment. Like he wasn’t in the room. Or as if he was a spectator, watching this unfold with an equally horrified expression. So he didn’t hear a majority of what was said to him or the others.

“… Safe…ho-… Long…”

“…Roman?…”

“…-Breath Ro-…”

“…-man’s falling…”

“…falling…”

Romans breathing grew more erratic once he looked down to see the black spot spiderwebbed out further, staining more and more of his once crisp white suit.

Then there was a hand in his hair and a few holding his hands and rubbing soothingly over his back and someone whispered calming words to him. Wanting him to follow there breathing. It was a struggle, but eventually, he managed to get his breathing slightly under control.

“-oman… Roman… You need to remain calm.” Virgil said softly. Roman’s head jerked as he nodded. Focusing on his breathing. “Do you know what’s happening?” Virgil asked. Roman shook his head. “Your…” Virgil hesitated. “Your falling…” He said, “To the other side. So you need to keep calm and breath so we can help you…”

Romans heart figuratively stopped beating at the news. He was… Falling? Everything started to feel foggy and distant again. Like he wasn’t there. He didn’t want to be there. Sitting in front of the others. Vulnerable and in pain. Having the others watch his humiliating downfall. How low must they think of him now? How weak was he in their eyes? How pathetic was he in Thomas’ eyes…

His chest suddenly shook as all the air seemed to leave his lungs. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe. He could vaguely hear Virgil’s voice become more panicked and others began chiming in. But he was far to gone to understand it at this point. He needed to leave.

He needed to leave.

He wanted to leave.

He couldn’t breathe.

He just needed to leave.

Leave.

Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave.

A rush of airbrushed past him as he managed to force himself to sink out to a far side of Thomas’ mindscape where they would never find him.

He curled up into a ball, squeezing his nails into his palms, and cried in pain.

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Roman wasn't doing too well after the most recent episode. He had locked himself in his room for the last several days and had been pushing himself to the edge with pumping out new content for Thomas. He didn't eat, he barely slept and he refused to talk to anyone or take a break. He couldn't help but heavily nitpick his work. If the idea wasn't perfect, then it was scrapped altogether. He was horribly stressed and couldn't stop the cascade of horrible thoughts bouncing around his mind.

It's not good enough...

You could do better...

It's not original...

Thomas deserves better...

R̸͙͂̊e̵̥͛́m̴̗̕ủ̷̼̙̚s̷̯͚͂̓could do better than you...

They'll never forgive you...

It was all your fault...

You're the one who decided to make fun of his name...

He had every right to defend himself...

The more he listened to these thoughts, the worse they got. Throwing around his worst thoughts and feelings back at him. The worst part? He knew that they weren't wrong. He was the one who messed everything up. He was the one who chose his actions. Those were his mistakes. He only hoped that if he worked hard enough and pumped out enough good content, that would at least give him the opportunity to try and make things right.

That will never work...

All he needed to do was work a little harder. It was the very least he could do after being such a pain for the other sides to deal with.

They're probably happy that you never leave your room anymore...

He would be able to apologize to J-... Deceit. For his actions and making him out to be the villain...

You have no right to say his name after what you did...

He would apologize to Patton for putting too much pressure on him.

You expected too much from him. Driving him to his limits. I wouldn't be surprised that he would have finally lost his patients to deal with you...

He would apologize to Logan for always being so uncooperative with him.

All you do is bother him with your nonsense and ignore him whenever he isn't relevant to your own selfish wants. How horrible does that make you? He does his best for Thomas and all you do is mess things up? How can you look him in the eyes after treating him so horribly?...

And he would apologize to Virgil. For... Everything. And he wouldn't expect him to forgive him.

You don't deserve forgiveness...

He didn't deserve Virgil forgiveness... Or anyones. But he had treated Virgil the worst, by far.

From the beginning, you gave Virgil nothing but a hard time. You made him into the bad guy for you to fight against to make yourself feel better. You're pathetic. He had never done anything wrong to you but you insisted on bullying and degrading him. Your probably the reason he ducked out. If not, at least a big reason why. All Virgil has ever done was try and keep Thomas safe. But you just had to put your own selfish desires above his. Didn't you?...

Then he would apologize to Thomas. He deserves so much more than...

A pathetic and self-centered Creativity who couldn't- Wouldnt stop thinking about himself for five seconds to see how much he was hurting thous around him? A Mistake? Someone not deserving of the title Hero?...

Him...

He also needed to apologize to... To...

You can even say it. How pathetic. After everything you've done to make everyone else the bad guy but your self, you still can't even say his name and admit you were wrong. You're always wrong. When have you never not been wrong!?

You were wrong about Virgil...

You were Wrong about Janus...

You were wrong about the wedding...

You were wrong about everything...

They're probably mad at you...

I wouldn't doubt it...

Your the one who had messed up...

You don't deserve them...

You don't deserve to be here...

They would all be happy if you ducked out...

Janus was right...

You're the evil twin...

All Remus has ever done was to do his job as intrusive thoughts...

Your the one who had hurt the ones you had 'cared' about...

Your no hero...

You don't deserve to be a hero...

Your not Thomas' hero.

You don't deserve the title of 'Prince'...

Roman gasped in pain, not noticing that the spot had grown slightly at the hurtful comment that plagued his mind.

Then he had felt a slight pulling sensation. He was being summoned. By Thomas. Dammit!

They were going to notice...

The concealer was sloppy at best.

They were going to know how tired he was...

His suit was looking... Better... But the black 'ink' blotch was still there and nearly visible from behind his sash. He could do better.

He felt another tug.

He didn't have time. He rushed to grab a stack of papers filled with his approved ideas and quickly sunk out.

"Greetings, plebeians!" Roman greeted, posing in his typical manner.

God. Could you go one day without acting like a pompous prick?...

He flinched slightly at the pain but dug his nails into his fists as to not react.

"Roman," Logan began, "It had taken Thomas calling you more than once for you to arrive. What were you doing?" He questioned. He didn't look mad, but he wasn't the one for flaunting his emotions.

He's mad at you...

You know how important punctuality is to him...

Roman forced a smile threw the pain. "My apologies, Dear nerd!"

You cant go 5-second without making fun of someone, can you?...

How pathetic...

"I was just a bit... Fashionably late! Tis all!" Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Janus staring at him. He felt dread pull into his stomach.

Logan hesitantly nodded, appearing to take that as an answer. "Alright, let's get back onto the current topic." Logan excepted that far too easily. Usually, he would ask for more detail or lecture Roman on showing up on time but he had just... Excepted his answer?

He didn't want to waste any more time on you than he already hast to...

You really do get in the way...

"As for the current issue...Patton? Do you mind addressing it? You're more suited to deal with more... Emotionally based issues?" He asked awkwardly. Clearly uncomfortable with the current topic that Roman was still in the dark on.

"Oh!" Patton started. "Well, Roman? We've been talking lately...and well..." He paused, trying to work out his sentence. Romans' stomach was in knots and his heartbeat raised.

They don't like you...

They're going to make you apologize for making their lives miserable...

They were going to ask you to take a step back and stay out of the way...

You're always in the way...

Romans' nails dug tighter into his palms. A trickle of blood making its way down his hand. Virgil was starting to look at him worried. Why on earth would he be worried about him?

He didn't deserve it.

You don't deserve it...

"Well... We've just been wondering... Are you-"

"Are you ok!" Virgil blurted out. Blushing furiously when everyone turned to look at him. "Sorry..." He muttered quietly. "The suspense was driving me up the wall... anxiety and all..."

"That's alright, Virgil." Thomas reassured calmly, "But that is what we're here to talk about. Are you ok Roman?" He asked, turning to the fanciful trait.

Roman was... confused, to say the least. His fists relaxed and unfurled and he looked baffled at the others. They were asking if he was ok? Why did they care? Weren't they mad at him? He had messed up big time and they weren't even going to comment on that? "Uuh... Sure?... Why?" He asked hesitantly.

"You haven't left your room in over a week, kiddo," Patton said, playing with the sleeves of his cat hoodie like he did when he was upset. "We were worried bout you."

They don't mean it...

They're only doing this to show face...

Why on earth would they worry about you after all that you've done...

"Well, I am fine, padre," Roman answered, ignoring the stabbing pain in his chest. "I have just been in my room working in some ideas for Thomas' videos. That's all." He answered. They all looked around at one another, clearly not believing him.

Why would they belive you?...

What have you done to make them believe you? Let alone trust you?...

In fact, they believe that lying snake more than you...

"Oh, Roman," A hiss rang out that sent chills down his spine. "For an actor, you are such a 'good' lier..." Janus said, looking at his gloves like he could examine his nails from underneath them.

"I have no idea what you mean," Roman said, doing his best to keep his mouth in check.

God, how horrible of a person do you have to be to have to try and not be an asshole...

No wonder they hate you...

Roman let out an involuntary flinch, doing his best to ignore the stares he was receiving from the others. "Seriously," Janus said softer, "Are you ok? You've been avoiding everyone."

Grate, now you've gone and upset them...

Roman's hands were back into tight fusts, trying to block out the pain. "A-and you look a mess," Virgil added quietly. "Your concealer is patchy and you look exhausted. Have you even slept?" He asked.

"Of course I have! I-"

"Lies," Janus stated simply.

How stupid can you be to think you can just lie like that with Janus here...

Roman flinched back at the comment, his nails digging further into his palms and drawing out more blood. "Roman, are you ok?" Logan asked, "You seem to be in pain. Are you hurt?" He asked, moving closer to Roman to see if he could find any injuries.

All you do is cause problems for them...

Roman quickly backed away, "Of course I'm fine!" He insisted, continuing before Janus could interrupt him, " "But, yes, I haven't been sleeping too often because I've been working on these ideas!" Roman said, holding up his small stack of papers.

How pathetic...

A creativity who can't even come up with enough good ideas...

Are you sure you've earned the title 'creativity'...

Roman's forced smile flickered slightly at the pain. Blood lightly smearing onto the stacks of papers he held in his own hand. "You shouldn't overwork yourself, Roman." Thomas softly scolded. "I know that things have been stressful lately-"

All because you can't keep your stupid mouth shut...

"-But you need to take a break and go easier on yourself."

"I'll be fine!" Roman insisted, "I just needed to pump out a few more ideas and the ill take a break! I promise!"

You should no better than to make promises you can't keep...

He bit back a flinch, hoping the others didn't notice. But they did. They looked back and forth at each other wondering what they should do. "Well..." Thomas paused. "Then... Let's see your ideas."

"What?"

"Let's see these ideas you've been working on."

"Um- Well... Uh..."

They're not good enough...

They're going to hate them...

They will hate you if you show them these ideas...

You spent so long on horrible ideas...

What will that make them think of you?...

You should have done better...

They're not good enough...

You're not good enough...

Thomas would be better without you...

They all would...

Romans' hands were now lightly shaking, but he didn't seem to notice. "I d-don't think that's the best idea. They still need revised and worked on some more before there more... Presentable?" He said hesitantly.

"We can help you review them," Logan suggested. "You are far too overworked to have to handle them on your own."

Roman sifted from one foot to another, "Yeah... But like you said I am a bit overworked, so most-"

All...

"- of these ideas might not be so good. I still need to revise them and touch them up a bit before I can show you guys..." He answered.

"Just let us help you, kiddo." Patton insisted.

Virgil nodded in agreement, "You have been overworking yourself to the point of exhaustion. We can take some of the load off." He promised, "Just trust us..."

Roman still looked rather hesitant. "I'm not sure. The ideas are... Not so good at the moment..."

Janus spoke up, "Oh Roman. There is no reason to be so insecure about your work, I'm sure whatever it is we will all love it."

Insecure...

I̶̲͌n̵̨̓s̵̞͌e̵̛̱c̴̭͠ȗ̵͍r̷͎̀e̴̪͘.̷̛͕.̷̨̋.̶̣͒

"I am not Ḭ̴̧̡̧̟̥̮͓̥̜̪̯̭͈̬͍̔̉̈́͋͂̑̈́͒ṇ̶̭̙̼̭̭̱̦̽̉̂̓͊͌̍̍͐̈̔̄̃̚ş̷̡̢͙͔̦̙̳͙̖̪͖̲̝̥̪͂̆͗̇̊̾͛̔̃͐̊̏̕͝e̸̢̪̟̣͇̖̖̯̅̈̈̽̀̈́̂c̷̹̫̭̘̤̺̳͓̺̊ų̴͎̲̱͚̮̮̏̄̃̊̿̀̔̈́̑͛́̑͘r̶̹̳̘̤̟̙̬͓͙̩̭̟̫͇͖̦̲̍̉̀̃͗͊̏̿͊̋͋͛͜e̷̛̖̩̗͔͑͂͌̉̂̾̕!" His voice shook the room.

He let out a shocked gasp and slapped his hand over his mouth as the others looked on in startled shock. He felt like was shaking down to his very core. "Roman...?"

"I-i am sorry! I- I have no idea what that was...": he insisted softly. He looked confused when everyone looked at him even more concerned. Glancing down at his hand, he finally noticed the blood seeping out of the cuts made by his nails. He was stunned for a moment before quickly whipping the blood off of his face using his sleave.

Logan was quick to his side, examining his hands. Causing him to drop his papers and scatter them across the floor. Logan was talking as he cleaned Roman's hands before bandaging them. But Roman didn't hear anything. Just the ringing that echoed on his own ears.

You've really made a mess of things now...

That last comment tipped Roman over the edge, causing him to gasp out in pain. Nearly sinking to the floor if it wasn't for logan at his side, quick to help him keep steady. He tugged lightly at his sash, the pain quickly spreading like a burning fire.

The tug on his sash revealed the far larger black stain that had nearly filled the space behind his sash and was quickly spreading.

Janus and Virgil gasped. Horror seeping into there expressions as they realized what was happening to Roman. They were both quickly at Roman's side. The next thing he knew, Romans was sitting on the ground, struggling to breathe threw that pain. Virgil and Janus' hands held onto him comfortingly as they talked to him along with the others.

But Roman felt far-off at that moment. Like he wasn't in the room. Or as if he was a spectator, watching this unfold with an equally horrified expression. So he didn't hear a majority of what was said to him or the others.

"... Safe...ho-... Long..."

"...Roman?..."

"...-Breath Ro-..."

"...-man's falling..."

"...falling..."

Romans breathing grew more erratic once he looked down to see the black spot spiderwebbed out further, staining more and more of his once crisp white suit.

"-oman... Roman... You need to remain calm." Virgil said softly. Roman's head jerked as he nodded. Focusing on his breathing. "Do you know what's happening?" Virgil asked. Roman shook his head. "Your..." Virgil hesitated. "Your falling..." He said, "To the other side. So you need to keep calm and breath so we can help you..."

Romans heart figuratively stopped beating at the news. He was... Falling? Everything started to feel foggy and distant again. Like he wasn't there. He didn't want to be there. Sitting in front of the others. Vulnerable and in pain. Having the others watch his humiliating downfall. How low must they think of him now? How weak was he in their eyes? How pathetic was he in Thomas' eyes...

His chest suddenly shook as all the air seemed to leave his lungs. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe. He could vaguely hear Virgil's voice become more panicked and others began chiming in. But he was far to gone to understand it at this point. He needed to leave.

He needed to leave.

He wanted to leave.

He couldn't breathe.

He just needed to leave.

Leave.

A rush of airbrushed past him as he managed to force himself to sink out to a far side of Thomas' mindscape where they would never find him.

He curled up into a ball, squeezing his nails into his palms, and cried in pain.

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Virgil is out late one night when he spots the most peculiar sight. An abandoned werewolf pup, left under a bush in the forest to die. Vampires and Werewolves were not known for getting along, especially where he lived. Making a decision fast as the sun started to rise, Virgil takes the pup home.

Now Virgil, with the help of his clan, must learn how to properly raise this pup while rolling with whatever life decides to throw at them next.

And that only leaves Virgil with one question...

Where the hell does logan keep getting all of this money???

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Ch 2: Roman Makes Some Friends And Patton Meets A Karen

Three Vampires and A Werewolf <- Link

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Now Virgil, with the help of his clan, must learn how to properly raise this pup while rolling with whatever life decides to throw at them next.

And that only leaves Virgil with one question...

Where the hell does logan keep getting all of this money???

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DE IN THE SEA Ch 3

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De watched as Patton hummed happily as he worked on the crews' dinner. The crew wasn't very big, which had always surprised De when he first met them. They might have been small in size, but they were great in strength. Even Patton, who looked to be one of the softest and kindest members of the crew.

De had finished with his chores and decided that the kitchen/dining hall would be a good place to read. The only ones ever in here were Patton and Remy so it was relatively quiet. But De couldn't focus. That tune Patton was humming was familiar, but he couldn't recognize it. It seemed so familiar... "What's on your mind kiddo?" Patton eventually asked, noticing De's stairs.

De blushed a bit and moved his eyes to avoid Patton's gaze, "Sorry, but... What was that song you were humming? I don't mean to pry..."

Patton laughed, "Its no problem kiddo, I don't mind. And the songs from an old folk tail my ma used to tell me about magical creatures lurking deep in the ocean. It's actually supposed to be a sound from there people translated into our language! Or at least that's what my ma told me!" He explained.

De looked interested, "what was the folk tail about?" He asked, setting his long-forgotten book to the side.

"Well," Patton said as he continued to make dinner, "It is said, that deep in the ocean, there are majestic creatures known for there luck, magic, and beauty. Merfolk they were called back in the day. They were beautiful creatures with long glistening tails and voices that could carry the most captivating melodies. They were once friends to us mear humans, trading goods and guiding us safely across the dangerous waters of the ocean. They even gave the gift of magic to a few lucky souls that they had taken a particular fondness to." Patton said, "Then, one day, a greedy hateful man killed one of these majestic creatures and drank its blood in hopes that he would absorb the mers magical powers." De looked disturbed, "The pore merfolk wept at the loss of their beloved friend and, as the kind creatures they were, tried to reason with the man. But it was already far too late. That evil, greedy mad had begun convincing people that the merfolk were the ones being greedy and withholding magic and treasure that could make anyone rich, beyond there wildest dreams. He gathered up a crew, and attacked." Patton said solemnly. "The very first Pirate."

De felt a shiver go down his spine and shivered. He couldn't help but feel strangely disturbed at the story. "And... What happened to the Merfolk?"

"They fought back. Using their voices to lure men off of the ships and into the sea to there death, using their magic to damage ships or make allusions to cause the crew to fight among themselves. But in the end. They lost." Patton said solemnly. "They might have had their powers and the luck of the sea behind them, but they were few in numbers. Some people say that they were all killed off. Others believe that they ran, scattering all over the ocean and in the deepest depths, waiting for the day that they regained their strength to fight back," Patton paused for suspense, "But others, Like me and my ma and her ma before her, believe something entirely different. We think that there still among us, lurking out in those deep blue waters, watching us. Just out of sight. Every melody that you hear in the wind out on the open seas. Every looming shadow that you see lurking underneath the ocean waters. Every time that you feel eyes watching you. That's them. Watching you. Waiting and hoping for a day when they could revile themselves safely, once more"

"Wow..."

"Oh, you can't be buying this bs." De jumped as Virgil entered the kitchen/dining area.

"It's true!" Virgil fondly rolled his eyes, "It is! It is a story that has been passed down from my mother's mothers mothers mothers mothers mom! My grate grate something gran was there when the battle took place!"

"We've been over this Patton," Virgil said, "There is no, and never was or will be, any merfolk. Bigfoot or Mothman? Now those are some things I can believe. Humanoid fish monsters that can both breathe underwater and speak English? Highly unlikely. I don't mean to disrespect your grate grate whatever but it's impossible."

"They're real," Patton said, before smirking a playful smile, "As real as your crush on Captian Roman."

De had to hold a hand over his mouth to keep himself from laughing as Virgil's pail complexion grew red with embarrassment. "I- I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Really? Because I seem to distinctly remember when we had that party and you all were drunk. There was a certain someone who was getting quite close to the captain-”

“You can't prove that! Youn cant!” Virgil yelled in embarrassment. “Just like you can't prove that the merfolk are real! They're not and that never happened!” He yelled in embarrassment before rushing out of the room. Patton and De looked at each other a moment before bursting out in laughter.

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DE IN THE SEA Ch2

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Ao3

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Based on promot by @5am-the-foxing-hour

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"De," Logan, The first mate of both roman and Remus called, "Could you come help me sort my books?" He asked, "It appears I have managed to get them all out of order once again." He explained.

De nodded quietly, "Alright," Logan was one of the, if not the, smartest people on the ship, which is why he was given the position of first mate. Both Roman and Remus tended to be a bit outlandish and wild with there work and Logan was just the sense of reasoning that they needed. De had no real personal opinion on logan. He seemed like a smart and educated man, which made it a mystery on how he had found himself on a pirate ship that had two of the wildest and outlandish people as his captains.

De followed Logan to his room quietly, hoping to get the job over with and leave. Sure, everyone seemed nice but you can never be too sure that they wouldn't turn on him the second that it would lead to there benefit. Logans room had many bookshelves that had De quite interested. Each shelf seemed specially build to be on a ship out in the sea. There was a small wooden pole across each shelf, giving someone enough room to put books in, but made it so that the books were unable to fall off. Quite handy for a ship out on the open sea. "I tend to keep my books in alphabetical order. The problem is, I tend to read a lot and I can jump from book to book while in the middle of another and by the time I finish all the books I was currently reading everything becomes such a mess." Logan explained, gesturing to his room, which was practically sparkling with cleanliness except for a stray book on his bed.

"So..." De paused, "You just want my help putting your books back in the right order?" he asked.

"Yes, please," Logan said If that wouldn't be to much trouble."

De just nodded silently and began to help logan remove all the books off of the shelf so he could help reorganize them. Logan had a lot of books so it was going to take them a while.

They worked in near-complete silence for almost an hour before Logan eventually spoke to De. "You seem quite smart. What school did you go to?" He asked.

De laughed, "I wasn't sent to school. I'm self-taught."

"My apologies," Logan said, "You seem to have done a good job on the self-teaching process. Did your home town not have a school?" He asked.

"No, no. We had one. It was big and heavily funded. Lots of kids in my town went to school. Only the local thugs or riff-raff didn't go to school."

Logan looked at him curiously, "But you said you did not go to school, and you don't seem to be the type to be a thug or one of the riff-raff?"

De chuckled, "I was both, not like I had a choice." He rolled his eyes. "My aunt and uncle didn't care enough to send me to school so I spent most of my young days traveling the alleyways. My town was small but compact. There were a lot of houses crammed right beside each other and on top of each other, which made the town a labyrinth of back streets and alleyways. I didn't have much to do so I spent most of my time reading from the library or memorizing the back ways." De said. "And with a town being that small and compact with that many people, There was a lot of gossip and secrets. Guss who knew them all?" He asked.

"You?" Logan asked.

"Yep! I knew everything. You wanted to know who had a crush on who? You had to pay me. You wanted to know who was having an affair? You pay me. Wanted to know if anyone had cut you a bad deal on something? You pay me." He chuckled, "If you needed information and I didn't have it? I would go out and get it." De paused, "Eventually some people began asking me to retrieve things for them. Things that were stolen from them or things they wanted to be stolen. The pay was to good to pass up but I wasn't about to break into someone's house and steel there shit. The town already hated me, I wasn't about to make it that much worse, so I asked some local bullies and promised them a cut of the pay. After that, more and more people began to ask for things to be retrieved, and I charged them depending on how risky the job was." De paused to laugh, confusing Logan. Logan was about to ask what he was laughing about but then- "I accidentally made a gang! I was the leader of a gang that I didn't even mean to make!" He laughed.

The thought of that seemed quite humorous to Logan, and soon he couldn't hold it in and began to laugh along with De. They laughed for a minute before logan managed to calm down enough to ask another question, "What happened after that?"

De wiped his eye as he continued to chuckle softly, "Nothing much. A rival gang tried to spring up and take over but all I had to do was spread a few small rumors that grew on there own and that was over with quickly. One of them had to leave town afterward, but not much else. Paid my guys good and made enough money to leave that hell hole." He shrugged as he started putting books back on the shelves.

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DE IN THE SEA Ch1

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Ao3

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Based off of a prompt by @5am-the-foxing-hour

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De is a quiet sailor on a new ship. He never expected to sail under the infamous pirate twins Roman and Remus, but all that mattered to him was that he was out on the open sea. Somewhere that he longed to be from a very young age.

But maybe there is a deeper reason why he was so desperate to be closer to the water.

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De watched over the side of the ship as the waves passed by, scrubbing the deck with a mop as other crew members kept an eye on him. It was fine, he was used to not being trusted. At least these people were better than his old crew. They were the worst, but these guys seemed fine, even with there reputation.

De was an ex-sailor turned pirate after running off from his home town. He hopped from ship to ship for a while till eventually joining under a Pirate captain who appreciated his skills in deception and persuasion. They didn't treat him too kindly, as expected, mostly using and abusing him. De's had worse so it was fine. Then his ship was attacked by the Notorious twins, Roman and Remus, Devils of the sea. He had heard the story of the two. They were born to a wealthy noble family, but as they grew they found that the lifestyle began to bore them. So, together they grabbed as much loot as they could and ran, disappearing into the night only to be seen again on the open sea as devilish pirate captains of a mighty crew.

De's old crew stood no chance, they were slaughtered. De was the only one to survive and was taken aboard to become their new crewmate.

Ever since then they had kept a sharp eye on him, never letting him get to close to the swords or knives, fearing he would cause mutiny. De didn't care enough to cause them any trouble. As far as he could see they had yet to give him a reason to fight back. They haven't hit him, they fed him, there was no yelling at him for simple mistakes. The only thing that mattered to him was that he was sailing on the open sea, it was his dream. He had no idea why but he had always felt drawn to the ocean ever since he was a young boy.

When he was young, he would climb the highest cliff in his village just to get a glimpse at the oceans' beautiful waters, wishing for a day where he, too, could sail across its waves. As long as he had that, what else mattered?

"What a wonderful day! Aint is, Snake Eyes?" De jumped at the sound of Remus' voice. He had been staring at the sea so intently that he hadn't even noticed his captain come up behind him.

"Yes, Sir." He answered softly and respectfully. The crew had been good to him so far, he didn't want to push his luck, Though he did roll his eyes slightly at the name. It was, of course, referring to his yellow slitted eyes. The deformity was just another reason that people have used to beat or shun him in his past.

"You like the sea?" Remus asked, leaning on the railing of the ship. De had been on their ship for over two weeks and no one knew anything about him, other than his first name witch they still weren't sure was his real name. Remus wanted to get to know him if he was going to be staying on there crew for the next while.

"Yes, Captian." He said as he looked down and continued to move the mop in one place.

Remus didn't like how quiet and reserved de was being. It almost seemed like De was afraid of him. Well... That would make sense to Remus, he did slaughter his previous crew and captain. Maybe he was just scared? It's not like Remus would hurt him, he was a member of his crew now, and he would never hurt one of his own. "How long have you been at sea?" Remus asked, "You don't look very old, so you couldn't have been out here for too long. What are you? 27? 28?" He asked, taking the mop from De so they could chat.

"25 actually," De responded, deciding it was ok to give him a little information about himself. "And I've been out on the sea for 9 years."

"9 years?! You were 17? You would have just been a little babe, definitely too early for a pirates life!" Remus exclaimed.

De did his best to ignore the stares from the other crew as he shrunk in on himself, "I didn't start off as a pirate. I worked on a few cargo ships, one thing led to another and I ended up in a pirate ship. Then here." De explained.

Remus nodded as he leaned against the mop handle, "So, how did you end up on the pirate ship anyway?" Remus asked, starting to get invested in this kid's story. He wanted to learn more about him.

"Well," De began, "The cargo ship I worked on at the time had stopped at a port that had a big casino, I and a few of the other guys decided to go try our luck. I've never been to a casino before so I wasn't planning on betting much, incase I sucked. But apparently, I was a natural. It's like I was in my element. Within the first hour, I had easily made a few thousand with no loss. I was also able to talk around people and trick them into getting more and more. No one could beat me." He said, remembering how much he had been winning. "And I guess the old cap saw me and dollar sings must have lit up in his eyes. He offered me a spot on his crew and I said yes, it's not like I had anything else to do and all I wanted to do was be on the sea." De shrugged, "and that was that. I was apart of his crew."

"What about your family? Did you tell them you were joining a pirate crew?" Remus asked curiously.

De sighed at the question before taking his mop back from Remus, "I think its time I got back to my work now, Captian." He said, glancing around at the people who tried to pretend they weren't just listening to there conversation.

Remus pouted, "Aw! But I wanted to learn more about you!"

"Maybe another time captain," De said, "I have to get this deck clean."

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Sanders Sides Tales of Quarantine

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Ao3

Let's see what chaos our favorite Sides get themselves into while stuck in this wild quarantine.

(Even tho it will have shipy moments, its mainly just funny shenanigans. I will also be taking prompts for weird things for the sides to do. I don't care how weird. You can tell this by the fact I have a furbie scarf planned chapter.

Things are about to get weird... lol.)

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Chapter 1 : Gone Bleach Blond

"Uuggghhh..." Roman groaned, leaning on the couch, bored out of his mind. "There is nothing to doooooo....I want this quarantine to be over with already..." He wined.

Logan rolled his eyes as he read a page in his book, "Roman, It has only been three days. You seriously need to calm down."

Roman rolled his eyes, "You've been re-reading that same page for almost an hour..."

"faSLEHOOD!" Logan screeched slamming his book shut. "I mean-" He cleared his throat, "You have no proof of that, Roman." He adjusted his glasses.

"Logan," Roman began in a deadpanned tone, slightly leaning off of the couch, "I am so bored, I have been listening to you flip your pages in your book. It has been. Almost a god damn hour since you last flipped to the next page. Admit it. Your just as bord as I am."

Logan blushed and stuck his nose in his book. "You are completely incorrect in that statement, Roman. I have no idea where you got that from..."

Roman just rolled his eyes and went back to laying on the couch, idly scrolling on his phone every once and a while. Everything was silent for a few minutes until a large crack was heard from the kitchen. Jumping up from there seats Roman and Logan went to see what was going on only for Remus to run right into Logan, knocking them over. "Oof shit- Sorry i-"

"REMUSSS!" Janus screeched from the kitchen.

Remus laughed as he hopped up and hid behind Roman, who promptly tried to shove him off but he didn't get the chance to as Janus quickly ran from the kitchen after Remus. They circled around Roman for a few minutes before knocking him over as well. "What the hells going on here!" Virgil yelled, emerging from his room to see Roman and Logan on the ground while Remus jumped over the couch in an effort to get away from Janus.

"Vergie! Save me!" Remus shouted, hiding behind Virgil while laughing his ass off.

"What did he do?" Virgil asked Deceit as Remus laughed behind him.

"The mother fucker bleached my hair!" He shouted, Removing his hat to show his now bleach blond hair.

Virgil and Roman had to slap there hands over there mouths to keep themselves from laughing while Logan just looked at Janus, Perplexed. "How did he do this without you realizing it?"

"He knocked me unconscious." Janus seethed as Remus did his best to smother his laughter.

"Well Remus," Virgil began, "I'm sorry to say this but I think your on your own for this one." He said, moving away from Remus, Giving Janus adequate room to get him.

"Oh shit-"

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Shattered Mirrors

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Ao3

Roman retreats to his room after the latest episode. He isn't doing all too well...

⚠⚠⚠Tw Blood and self harm⚠⚠⚠

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Roman angrily slams his door shut and locked it as he rises up in his dimly lit room. He was fuming. He was so mad! He was furious! How could they chose that devious snake over him! He was a lier! And they chose him! After everything he's done for Thomas! He was mad! He was so angry! He was- He was!-

He was crying as a sob rippled threw his body. He crumpled to the floor as his knees gave way, his hand pressed firmly over his mouth is the only thing keeping his cries silent. A flurry of emotions swarming around his head as he sobbed. He was so angry and so sad and so regretfully all at once. And on top of that, he was so so scared. Scared that Janus was right about him and that he was no longer Thomas's hero.

He let out a muffled sob as he pulled his legs up to his chest as his gripped onto his forearms, tight enough for the nails to dig into his skin. He didn't mean it. He truly didn't. He was just so scared and everything was happening so quickly so he just lashed out. He wishes he could learn to keep his big mouth shut. He should know better by now! It's not the first time he has lashed out and hurt someone else! How many times had he insulted Virgil! How many times did he make fun of Logan! How many times has he taken things to far!?

"-oman? Roman?" He heard Patton softly call from the other side of the door. He slapped his hands over his ears tightly, his fingernails digging into his scalp as he tried to block out Patton's calls. But they only persisted. "Roman, Kiddo? Are you ok?" He asked, continuing when he never got an answer. "It's ok... If you don't want to talk right now. But it will be ok. " Roman bit his lip harshly as he did his best to hold back his sobs. Patton was wrong. He was wrong. He was wrong about him! And he was wrong about the callback! And he was wrong about Rem-

He could taste the blood from his lip as he accidentally let out a sob. "Roman? Kiddo?" Patton called out, sounding increasingly more worried as he began knocking on the door.

Roman weakly stood up and quickly moved away from the door, hoping the distance would be enough to prevent his muffled sobs from being heard. Slowly the knocking and Patton's concerned calls faded into background noise as Roman staired ahead in horror. Right across from him, hanging on his wall was one of his mirrors. It was one of his bigger mirrors, being as self-absorbed as he was he obviously had a few. This one was big and had a beautiful gold-painted frame. There was nothing inherently wrong with the mirror, more of what he saw in it.

The dim lights reflected on his clothing, making them seem darker and not the princely white he was accustomed to. The darkness of the room also made the dark bags underneath his eyes more prominent, and the blood, the blood coming off of his forehead from his nails came down in drips. He shook as his hands curled into fists as he glared daggers at the figure in the mirror, only making it look more like him. Everything left like it was in a blur as he raised his fist and swung it harshly down at the mirror, making it shatter with a sound which he couldn't quite hear over the ringing in his ears. As he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down he could hear Patton on the other side of the door. He was calling Roman's name and worrying even more now. But now, he wasn't alone. Someone else was at the door with him.

Ignoring the twisting in his gut and the aching in his hand, Roman took another look around the room only to see the many mirrors in his room looking back at him. Each with a face that was not his own. They were everywhere. On his desk, his dresser, his closet door. Even the door to the imagination, his safe haven, had Remus face glaring back at him. He couldn't breathe. Everywhere he looked his brother's face was staring back at him. Judging him. For everything he's done wrong. He once again covered his ears and squeezed his eyes shut, trying so hard to ignore the little voice in his head that told him that he wasn't good enough. That he was bad and wrong. That he was no one's hero. It was getting louder and louder and louder and-

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Roman swung, shattering another mirror. Then another, and another until they were shattered into pieces on the floor.

Roman was left panting and openly sobbing in the middle of his room as he ignored the growing ache and pain in his bloodied hand and the pounds of worried people at his door. He ignored hem in favor of collapsing on his floor as he cried. And for a few moments, there was silence. Just him and his tears. Then there was a small scratching sound coming from his door. It was small and insignificant so Roman just pushed it to the back of his mind. Then there was the small click of his doors lock. He flinched as a stream of light from his now open bedroom door filled the room. "Oh Roman..." He heard Patton whisper as he slowly began coming closer to roman.

"Get. Out." Roman growled, slightly muffled by his knees that were tucked up to his chest. The footsteps continued, closer and closer. "I said," Roman snapped his head up to glair at Patton, "Get. out!" The room shook slightly, reacting with Roman's emotions. Patton's eyes widened as he took a step back. he almost looked afraid. Was he afraid of him? Was Janus really right about him?m Was he really that much like his brother?

"Roman," Virgil soon spoke up, standing in the hallway with Logan Thomas and Janus, all looking at him in concern. "Your bleeding." Roman looked down at his right-hand witch was covered in cuts and glass and blood then with his left hand, he reached up and felt his head to feel the blood witch continued to drip down his forehead from when he dug his fingernails into his scalp. He was bleeding alright.

"So?"

"So?" Virgil questioned, making his way into Roman's room, "So! Your hurt! You need-"

"Get out!" Roman yelled, stoping Virgil in his tracks. "I don't care if I'm hurt! I don't care if I'm bleeding! Get out! Go away! All of you!" He hissed out, backing up further into his room.

This time Logan came forward, "Roman," He started calmly, looking around the room, "Why did you break all of your mirrors?"

Roman sobbed as everyone else looked around the room, realizing what the broken glass was from. Patton, Thomas, and Janus looked ashamed of themselves. Janus more so than the others. "Is this because of what I said?" He asked, slowly getting closer. "Because I am so sorry. I shouldn't have said what I said. I'm sorry. Please, let us help you. Your hurt." Janus said, slowly inching closer and closer.

Roman glared daggers at Janus as he came closer, "Get. Away. From me!"

"Please! Just let me help you and I promise-"

"I don't trust you!" Roman yelled, pushing himself up and away from Janus, his room shaking again.

"Please Roman I can ex-"

"No!" Roman yelled, backing away. "I tried-" he sobbed, "I tried my best to trust you and see your side of things when we went to court! Even after you manipulated me and the things I loved when we were in the theater, practicing for Thomas to lie to one of his friends! Then you manipulate me again in court and everyone gets mad at me for trying to see things your way!" He sobbed out, "Then I stop trying to see things your way, and I'm still in the wrong? again!" He screamed, his hands finding there way up to his hair and pulling harshly. "I'm always in the wrong! No matter which side I'm on!" He pulled harder. "Wrong! wrong! wrong!"

"Roman, Stop!" Janus demanded, worried for Roman's health and safety. "I know your hurt, and I am sorry. I truly am Roman. But you're hurting yourself and that needs to stop." Janus said, moving a bit closer.

"I don't give a shit if um hurting myself!" Roman yelled, "I don't care anymore!" Roman backed up even more. Janus and the others were getting closer and Roman felt trapped. He no longer felt safe in his room and he needed a way out. He just wanted out.

Roman made a break for the door to the imagination, quickly throwing it oped before running threw. "Just leave me alone!" He screamed as the sky began to rumble and rain began to pour. He started to run, ignoring the shouts behind him. He didn't know how long he had been running, his legs had started to ache and his lungs started to burn. He didn't stop till he reached the edge of a lake near the edge of his side of the imagination. He sat at the edge of the lake struggling to breathe for a few minutes only to start crying once again witch soon turned to soft sobs as he tucked his head into his knees.

He just wanted this sinking feeling in his chest to just top. He wanted it all to stop. No matter what he did it felt like everything was against him. He certainly didn't help anything, with the way he acted towards everyone else. Maybe he should duck out like Virgil did. He wasn't really necessary after all. There was still Remus, so Thomas would still have a creativity. Maybe things would be better then? At least he wouldn't say any more stupid shit and hurt someone else. After a few moments, he heard the sounds of footsteps coming closer.

How did they find him?

He hugged his knees tightly, trying to make himself as small as possible. The forset was huge, maybe they would just miss him? The footsteps continued to get closer, of course he wasn't lucky enough for them to miss him. How the hell did they find him? None of them could navigate the imagination anyway! "Roman?"

He snapped his head up to yell at them, "Go away! How the hell did you fi-" His eyes widened as he stared ahead of him. It was them alright, but they weren't alone. "-nd me..." Of course. Of course, they got Remus to navigate the imagination for them. Everything was silent for a moment as the two brothers stared back at each other. Suddenly Roman went to wipe the tears off of his face, not wanting to look weak in front of his brother. He only succeeded in hurting his hand more and smearing moire blood on his face. "What are you doing here. I want to be alone." He insisted.

Instead of some witty comeback or gross insult, Remus just sighed, "Are you ok?"

Roman was taken aback by that question. Since when did he care? He never gave Remus a reason to care about him."Peachy. Now leave."

"Can't do that, Ro-Ro, Sorry," Remus said calmly, which was different for him. "We'll give you some space if you need, but someone gotta stay here with you to patch you up to make sure e your ok." He said. "I'm not just going to leave you here all bloodied and upset and alone." Roman huffed, "I know that its not all that pleasant, Ro. But if it makes you feel better, you can choose your company. I just don't think you should be here alone right now."

Roman was silent for a moment as he hugged his knees, "Remus?... Could you..." He grumbled slightly but Remus got the message.

"Yeah, of course." Remus said before turning to the others, "You guys can just sink out, I'll take care of him from here." The others nodded and started to sink out.

"Hey, Janus?" Roman said before he sunk out. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean it when i... I was just scared and... I'm sorry..."

Janus looked shocked for a moment before giving Roman a gentle smile, "Its alright, Roman." Then he sunk out, leaving Roman and Remus alone.

Remus walked over to Roman and sat down beside him. "You looked super fucked up, dude. Almost like you were in some weird barfight that started because you were flirting with a stripper named firecracker and his overprotective pimp boyfriend sicked the rest of his hoes on you." To Remus' surprise, Roman had started laughing like its the funniest thing he's ever heard before clinging to Remus as the laughter died down into saddened sobs. Remus rubbed his back while Roman clung onto him, "Its ok, Ro-bro." Remus said, comforting Roman. "It's going to be ok. I know I haven't been the best bro to you, but I promise I'll be there for you when you need it." He rubbed his back add he continued to sob, "It's ok. Now let's get you fixed up, ok? I don't want you getting an infection and losing your hand." He paused, "Actually if you do lose a hand can I eat it?" He asked causing Roman to go into a small set of giggles, "I've always wanted to know how people tasted."

"Y-yeah," Roman sniffled as he giggled, "I guess you can."

"Sweet! Now let's get you cleaned up! You look like shit!"

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Dear Janus, Im Sorry

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Ao3

Its been a few months since Deceit- Janus was accepted by the other sides. It was going great! Janus was getting along with everyone! Everyone but Roman... But it was ok! Roman just needed a little more time! Right...?

⚠⚠⚠TW self-harm and attempted suicide⚠⚠⚠

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Its been a few months since Deceit- Janus was accepted by the other sides. It was going... ok... Janus and Patton had gotten along surprisingly well. They hung out a lot and Janus helped Patton lighten up on Thomas, letting him have more leisure time without guilting him for not dedicating his every living moment to helping others. They also booth liked cooking and they could often be found together in the kitchen baking.

It took slightly longer but Janus and Logan had gotten along quite well, often discussing philosophy and reading together. It was safe to say Logan appreciated having another side to discus more educated things with. Even if his companion tended to spontaneously lose all of his brain cells and do something stupid to or with Remus, often pushing said side down the stairs.

Virgil was the hardest to convince. The other sides could see that the two had a not so pleasant history and worried that they would never get along, but slowly Virgil had begun to accept Janus. It didn't take much time after that to find them singing Panic at the Disco with each other or watching a movie.

Janus and Remus were still as close as ever, Janus even convincing the others to let him come over more often. They were hesitant at first but they aloud it. At first, they regretted it, but seeing how happy Janus was with Remus had them allowing him to come over more often. And they're glad they did because at this point Remus was another member of their family. Deodorant eating and all!

Roman was where things became more complicated...

Roman avoided Janus, making sure they were rarely in the same room as each other. When they spoke he never used Janus' name, preferring to calling him his title instead. When the other sides started to interfere and trying to act as a meditator between the two, Roman had just left to his room, not even listening to them. They were hurt, of course, but they had come to the conclusion that Roman was having a hard time accepting Janus so they Remained patient.

Then a month had passed.

Then two...

Then Remus had started coming over.

Then Roman started to never leave his room. The others were worried of course, but a few had started to become fed up with Roman's behavior. Logan had already stopped trying to be polite at this point and would tell Roman that he needed to grow up, that he was acting childish at this point and all it did was make him look foolish.

Virgil had tried talking to Roman threw his door and get fed up when he refused to answer. He started to raise his voice to tell Roman that he was being an idiot and this was going too far. Everyone else was fine with Janus and Remus being there, and if he couldn't just accept that, then he must have had a bigger stick up his ass than logan did on most days then stormed off. He was ashamed he had ever had even the smallest crush on the creative side.

Remus refused to acknowledge his brother, knowing if he saw him, he didn't think he would be able to help but stabbing him. He hated his brother, with a burning passion, ever since he learned how he had made fun of Janus' name. And he had the fucking Gaul, to look him in the eyes and not apologize the first chance he got. He wanted to skin the bastard, but Janus had made him promise to not resort to violence, not wanting to make things worse. So it was best that Remus just stated away from Roman completely, knowing he wouldn't be able to keep his promise if he saw the little bitch.

Patton was the only one left how had any hope for Roman, but even that was beginning to dwindle.

And Roman defiantly wasn't doing too well for himself either. He had never wanted to hurt anyone. All he had ever wanted to do was be Thomas' hero and help him achieve his dream. And now he wasn't much of a hero and he didn't feel like he deserved to help Thomas achieve all his hopes and dreams. He was a horrible person who deserved nothing but the hate from his fellow sides that he was rightfully owed. He had to be dealt with. But there was one last thing he had to do...

It was an early Saturday morning and most of the sides were just relaxing in the common room when a perplexed Janus walked in, holding something. "What you got there, Jan?" Patton asked as he was huddled next to a flustered Logan who was holding a book, they appeared to be reading together but Logan's way to obvious crush was making it rather hard on him.

"Definitely not a letter, If that's what you were thinking." He said casually, looping down on the couch next to Virgil.

"Who's it from?" Virgil asked, looking over at the scarlet letter that he now noticed was sealed with a gold wax stamp with a little crown embedded in it. Oh god, it could have only been one person who would have a letter set that dramatic.

Janus shrugged, "Roman." Immediately the room became a crisp silence as Janus opened the letter.

"Why the fuck," Remus paused, ignoring patrons small resistance that he watch his mouth, "Is that bastard writing you a letter?" He asked, already preparing himself to bust down his brother's door and kick his ass if he had written anything that would have hurt his best friend's feelings.

"Maybe its an apology?" Patton said hopefully.

"I highly sought it," Logan stated, " With Romans Recent behavior and his lack of effort into improving his relations with everyone, I dought that he would put In the effort into sending Janus a personalized letter." He said. Patton outed at him, "What? I'm right! Roman's recent behavior would be completely contradictory to an apology!"

"I'm afraid to say this, L" Janus started as he read the beginning of the letter. "Patton's right, its definitely an apology letter," he said.

Logan looked baffled, "How are you so sure?" He asked.

"The first line literally says, 'Dear Janus, I'm sorry'" He answered.

"That sounds... suspicious..." Virgil said.

"What?" Patton blurted out, "Why?"

"Because!" He began, "All this time Roman has been locked in his room, away from everyone, making absolutely no effort into coming out here! And all of a sudden he decides that this is a good time to randomly apologize? Somethings up..." He insisted.

"I have to side with Virgil on this one," Janus said suddenly as he glanced over the letter. "This is defiantly an apology but something is... off... about it." He said.

"Like what?" Logan asked.

"The letter is unusual, and there are sections that are scribbled and crossed out, nowhere near the standards Roman would usually set for his work." He said glancing over the letter, not really reading it just looking at the strange formating.

"So that MoFo had the balls to ignore you and insult you for fucking months then give you a half-assed excuse for an apology!" Remus growled angrily.

"I wouldn't say he 'Half-assed' this letter," Janus said, "It looks well made enough, just rushed. Almost like he didn't know what to say or he had a time limit? I'm not sure. But it seems to be sincere..." He said. Something about this letter made him vaguely uncomfortable...

"Well then," Patton said, "Read it."

The room was silent for a few moments before Virgil yelled out, "Out loud you dorky snake!"

Janus blushed as he realized his mistake, "My bad... ehem-"

"Dear Janus, I'm sorry. I am deeply sorry for the awful- all the horrible things I have said to you and for not accepting you when everyone else had. I was scared- I am scared- In truth, I was scared.

With everything going on with the wedding and you being accepted so quickly, I had felt panicked and felt like I had no control over the situation, so I panicked and turned to insult you and laughing. But no matter how scared- panicked- I felt, there is absolutely no excuse for why- to justify me laughing- for the way I treated you. I absolutely crossed the line when I laughed at your name, and for that, I give you my deepest apologies. I laughed too when Virgil gave his name and I also owe him an apology, I owe them all apologies- I had absolutely no right to insult you.

And that is why I have decided to isolate myself in my room forever for the time being. Everything felt out of control and was changing so fast and I had resorted to insulting or in best-case scenarios, ignoring you you and you did not deserve it. So I found it best to lock myself in my room to prevent further distress to anyone else. I am starting to realize that I have insulted all of you a lot, y go-to when distressed it to insult, I insult a lot. When I'm scared or worried or even with shows and people I like- I turn to point fun at others. I still don't know why I do that, maybe to turn people away from seeing my own flaws- maybe because I want to feel better about myself- it makes me feel better to point out bad things about others so I can feel happy about my self- I hate myself-I'm so so so sorry, please

I'm sorry to say that I am going to be staying in my room a while longer. But I am truly sorry. t-"

Janus paused, glancing over the last bit of the letter as his already pale face seemed to lose its color. "Jan?" Remus asked, "What's wrong?" With a shaky voice, he quickly continued.

"But I am truly sorry, to all of you. I am sorry to logan for always getting into fights with him and always making fun of him and never trying to listen to what he had to say.

I am sorry to Patton for patronizing you then immediately turning around and clinging to your words as truth just because your 'morality', that must have added unnecessary stress witch I would regret to cause.

I am sorry to Virgil, for all those times I had ever made fun of you or picked on you. I was supposed to be a hero, and a hero would have never insulted you on a daily basis, and I am sorry for pushing you away when you had come to my room to try and get me to come out. We had just started to become proper friends and I just had to go and ruling it, just like everything else.

Remus, I am sorry that I had ever tried to deny your rightful places as apart of Thomas' creativity. I guess I was just afraid that if there were two creativities, Thomas wouldn't need me anymore. Your just as good, if not a better creativity and I know you'll do a good job.

And Janice. I am truly sorry for everything. For making you the villain, for trying to make you the bad guy, for laughing at your name once you allowed yourself to trust us with such an important thing, for the many times I have insulted you, and much more...

... It's ok if you hate me, after this. After all, I deserve it. But as one last effort to do something anything right, I will make sure I fix the problem at the source. Permanently.

Sincerest Apologies,

Roman"

The room was silent for a moment, "Oh god..." Patton whimpered out as he heled his hand over his mouth.

Remus suddenly perked his head up and stapped it towards the stairs that led to the hall with all the light sides bedrooms, "Roman!-" Remus went running up the stairs but Virgil was already ahead of him, sprinting up the stairs with everyone right beside him. Getting to the dor he tried to open it only to find it was locked. He didn't have time to panic though, and Remus decided it would be faster to ram his entire body into the door, taring it off if his hinges.

Immediately the strong sent of copper grabbed at there attention. "Roman!" Janus called out, only to get no response. "Roman?!" He didn't see Roman in his room but the scent of blood was too strong to be coming from anywhere else.

Patton quickly made his way to Roman's bathroom and threw open the door where he proceeded to ket out a horrified scream. Instantly the others were there, at his sides. And their roman was. Lying against the bathtub with his sword in one hand, and large gashes down both, leaving the unconscious side a bloodied mess. "Oh god, Roman!" Virgil yelled, rushing to his side with the others quickly behind him.

'C-check his pulse!" Logan said as he summoned a first aid kit and begun bandaging Romans arms. There were three deep cuts on each arm, but there were many more layered underneath that. It looked like he had been doing that for years...

"He- He has a plus, but it's weak." Janus stuttered as he helped Logan bandage up his arms.

Patton cried and clung to Remus, not knowing what else to do. And Remus just stood there in shock, staring at his brother who was bleeding out on the bathroom floor. "Hey, Roman," Virgil said weakly as he softly shook his shoulders, trying desperately to wake Roman up, "C-come on, Roman, wake up." He cried, "Wake up!" he sobbed as Janus put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"We need to get him out of here," Logan said, "He will heal faster in the common room," Logan said as they finished bandaging Roman's arms.

"Ok," Janus said while quickly, but carefully, picking Roman up bridal style. "Let's go." He said, making his way out of Roman's room and to the living room with the others quickly following. It would be ok. Everything would be ok. Roman would be ok. He would make sure of it...

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