True Deceit

Chapter 59: Remy

TW- Panic. Ps. This chapter is a little confounding but hopefully you guys can understand what's going on. If you have any questions, please leave a comment and maybe I can explain :) Thank you. 

The dream realm was a whimsical location, with walls lined in silver and machines rumbling in the icy darkness. For some it would have been an impossible chore to administer lulling slumber in the lonely void, but naturally there was one bad boy who could handle the unforgiving work load. His name? Remy Sanders.

To accomplish such a task as providing Thomas sleep, he needed to monitor each side and prepare the best dreams and conditions for each personality. His slogan: A peaceful sleep for sides, a peaceful sleep for Thomas. However, it was far from easy as each side pushed their own sleeping agendas, may it be nightmares or late night thoughts steering them astray. 

"It sure would be fun to make another late night appearance, Thomas," Remy smirked. Nevertheless, he traipsed past the dream processor, deciding that tonight was not the night for humouring his host. He instead approached an array of mail boxes, each one engraved with an side's adjective and a metallic keypad. From his coat he produced several dream requesting envelopes, addressed accordingly.

"Special delivery, bitches." He whispered as he posted each letter, sending off his hard work with the press of a button. But Remy knew better than to relax; this was where the real work began. 

Almost immediately, Anxiety's mail was rejected, followed by a series of codes and phrases to describe his current mental state and thought process. A nightmare was harbouring, causing Thomas to twitch uncomfortably in his sleep. 

Remy felt the disturbance, straightening his back and focussing his attention. With a firm finger he dialled the numbered codes, pressing send on the key pad and observing the nightmare. The dream was about Deceit, an alternate adjective printed on the neighbouring mailbox. Remy was receiving hurt signals, as well as adrenaline figures manifesting in wailing buzzes.

"He's sleep-panicking again," Remy muttered to himself. He then began countering, building a realm of comfort in Anxiety's resting mind. He inserted a name which brought him comfort, Morality, and dark shades of purple and black. It had taken him years to realise that the dark was his security blanket, not the brightness as most people preferred. Anxiety's panic sensors stopped emulating loud sirens, but before long another rejection letter arrived.

"Dark Creativity, hunny, stop highjacking your dreams, this isn't a game!" Remy groaned, hastily sending him a show tune to distract him from the gory mess he'd invented in his sleep. 

Another rejection. Remy peeled open the third letter, unsurprised to see it come from Logic. He read the cursive aloud. "My research proves that you exist, so I am lucid dreaming once again in order to connect with you. Could you please send a response letter? Also, whoever you are, stop causing me to dream about pigeons, it is not appreciated." Remy grinned, sending a flock of pigeons through the keypad and pressing send. 

"I could really go for a coffee right about now." A moment later he earned a second rejection from Logic. "Why do you refuse to cooperate? This is an outstanding mathematical discovery of mine, but I can't tell the others I have discovered a seventh side until I have proof. LOL, why don't you dream about that jam you like instead?" He pressed the keypad. 

Suddenly, a loud vacuum emerged through the air, and a shadowing terror dragged himself through the ground. Remy almost fainted on the spot, catching the wall with a puzzled shiver. He screamed. Never in his life had he seen another side in his void before, only Thomas, and yet here was one, slinking towards him the a terrifying grimace. 

"Don't be afraid," The shadow moaned, spluttering a ragged gasp. A deep blue wound appeared on his thigh, bleeding onto the floor in ominous drips. "This was the closest place I could escape to from the void..."  He fell forward, clutching Remy's legs with a tired heave. 

Remy was quavering, his usual unfazed personality drenched in unimaginable confusion. He wriggled his feet free from the shadow's grasp, stepping sideways in an dodging motion. "Who are you? What's going on?"

"Shh..." The shadow climbed hesitantly to his feet, grabbing Remy's coat wing and drawing him close. "My name is Vengance, and the sides expelled me because I threatened their very existence with a weapon know as the banisher. I can do bad things to you, Remy Sanders, things you couldn't even dream." Remy stifled a yelp of terror, sweat dripping down his neck.

The shadow continued. "I could bore you with lavished descriptions of torture, poisoning and mind control, but I'm sure those things don't interest you. I am willing to offer you a deal. I'll spare you from my wrath if you would allow me to post just one letter, simply to help me visualise my next leap of faith between busy voids." Remy nodded, holding out a piece of paper and a black pen with trembling fingers. The shadow raised a wicked brow. "No resistance? Excellent, this is the way it should be." 

He began scribbling down an important notice, before slipping the sheet into Deceit's mail box and prodding the send button with one lean finger. He closed his eyes, feeling the vibrations travel at a magnificent pace to the light side. He cackled madly, hollowing to himself. "Yes, snake boy, I'm coming for you, and your little friends."