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╔═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗ Logan placed the beaker on the table as pain climbed up his back like a snake on an innocent civilian. He clutched at his head and edged over to the table where he kept his painkillers. These attacks normally happened randomly once a week. Logan opened the container and grabbed a pill, pushing it to the back of his throat. After the first few times he tried those pills he gave up having them with water. Logan swallowed, feeling the hard pill travel down his neck. The pain slithered away. He sat down on his chair and ran a hand through his hair. Normally these attacks preceded black outs- oh wait, here it is now. Logan slipped out of consciousness with that very thought and slumped down on his chair.
Roman spun around, singing. He had a hair brush as his microphone and his speaker was on full volume. His hair sprung with every leap. Roman pirouetted for a spectacular finish, ending in splits. The song ended, leaving Roman panting on the floor. He couldn't say he hated the feeling of exhilaration, like he was walking on air. Roman dragged his legs in a crossed position and rubbed his eyes. Roman had really never told the others how exhausting it was for him to be creativity. Roman turned around to put on a more calming song but recoiled. A figure in a pure black suit stood there, watching. Even his tie was black but he had no glasses.
"Nice show you put on." Remarked the figure, straightening their tie. Their face was twisted in a position Roman could hardly describe. A feeling of revulsion grew inside of him as he gazed at the man. It was like they were mutated, but nothing seemed out of order. Like they were twisted, a figure worse than Remus. As if they were death them-self, the devil in disguise. Roman could only stare unto their? It's? His? Face... It was hardly human, death personified. Terror was not even close to begin to describe how Roman felt.
His orange eyes looked Roman up and down. A sneer formed on the new figures face. "I didn't expect you to be like this, Romulus." He remarked. Roman drew back. If it was possible, his feelings had just strengthened completely. Roman squeezed out a couple words as his vision blurred. "W-who are you? And how do you know my name?" The figure dropped the sneer, replacing it with a harsh grimace. They squatted, bringing himself down to Romans level.
"Might as well." "My name is..."
A scent of coffee filled the kitchen. Patton smiled as he grabbed the mug. It was labeled 'Mug O' Coffee'. It wasn't that creative, but Patton appreciated the sentiment. Birds tweeted noisily outside in the sanctuary of the garden. It was a great day and Patton couldn't wait to spend it with his fam-ILY. The mug was warm in his hands and it steamed up in front of him, fogging up his glasses. Patton took a sip, letting the sweet liquid rest on his tongue before he swallowed it. He turned to the table to sit down. The mug shattered as Patton stared in horror.
A figure had sat down at the table, one which Patton didn't recognise. An unexplainable feeling rose up inside of Patton like bile. "Hello Patton." The visitor spoke in monotones. Patton felt himself chilling up just at those words. The birds had quieted completely down and the only sound was deathly silence. Patton smiled nervously at the figure. "H-hello. Why- why are you here?" Sweat trickled down Patton's forehead. The cool sensation of it reminded Patton that no, he wasn't dreaming.
The figure patted the seat next to them. "Sit down, Patton." Patton was used to being at that spot, but suddenly the brown carpeted chair seemed uncomfortable and threatening. Still, he didn't want to disobey the stern figure seated at the table. Patton sat down, trembling. "W-what do y-you want?" He asked, focusing on the spotted wallpaper.
"Let's just say..." "I'm just here to..."
Virgil switched his led lights to flashing. His AirPods were blasting out My Chemical Romance. It might damage his eardrums but he didn't care no matter what Patton said. Virgil got up, shouting along to the lyrics and airstrumming the electric guitar. The outside world didn't matter to him. Who cares if there's an eccentric duke running around loose? At least in here he'd be safe. Virgil wore his classic hoodie with white AirPods. The song ended, leaving Virgil standing there in the flashing lights. He turned off his AirPods and turned off his phone which was broadcasting it. He turned to sit down on his bed but instantly paused. There was someone on it already.
The eyes were the first thing Virgil noticed. They were pure orange. His face was drawn backwards in a sneer, revealing pointed teeth like a canines except sharper. Virgil felt his eyeshadow turn dark and his heart begin to race. Something about this person struck a sense of fear into Virgil. Virgil's heart sped up as he made eye contact with the figure. Their black suit was wrinkle-less and stiff. They spoke up. "Virgil. Fancy meeting you here." They raked their gaze over Virgil, taking in every detail from the state of his shoes to the eyeshadow.
The sound of his heartbeats was like a circus of drums. Why was he here? What the hell happened? Virgil let out a hiss, trying to put away his anxiety at seeing this new figure. "What the hell do you want." He growled, filling his gaze with hatred. The other side brought up their hand, glancing at the perfectly manicured fingernails. "Why aren't you happy to see me?" They asked. Their eyes widened in mock surprise as they glanced up at Virgil. "Is it because I'm such a bad person and you hate me? How could you!"
"You know Virgil..." "There's one thing I have that you don't have..."
Logan awoke. His surroundings were blurry as he had just woken up. He waited for his eyes to focus as he sat up. He was in a dimly lit cellar. The cobblestone walls reminded him of a medieval dungeon. The torches were that style, too. Logan looked down. There were three bodies on the floor. Logan gasped, covering his mouth with his hands. He bent downwards, checking for a pulse. There was none there, but there was something written on the floor.
'Be careful of what you wish for.'
'Judgment was with them.'
'From Orcus, known as Orange.' ╚═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝
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