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Island (Demus)

(Prompt: Persons A and B are stranded on an island in the imagination.

Ship: Demus/Jamus/Snuke/Dukeit

Platonic.

Enjoy!

(A)=lies

Warning: Cuss words and Remus being Remus. Not that bad tho.)

"Where the hell are we?" The snake-like man said.

"I'm not sure..."

"I told you that teleportation spell wouldn't work! Why are we here?"

"First, you said it would work."

"My name is Deciet, yknow!"

"Second, pssh, who cares?" Remus stared at the glassy waves of water.

"Remus, I swear I will not bash your head on a rock if you don't get us out of here." Janus glared daggers at the green-and-black clad Duke.

"Jeez. Fine. Let's look around the island for a little." The two went in opposite directions, planning to meet in the middle of the strangely-shaped island.

You see, the Light Sides had not yet let Thomas meet the two Dark Sides. After ages of trying, Remus had the brilliant idea to teleport to meet them, involving some demon blood and, uhm, other stuff.

But that's a story for another day.

After a while of walking in circles, they went back to where they started.

"So what did ya find?"

"Coconuts-"

"Mhm?" Remus had that '😏' face when Deciet said coconuts.

"Shut up. Anyway, coconuts, some berries, palm trees and a morningstar?" He held the weapon in his yellow-gloved hand.

"Abbadon?" Remus grabbed the weapon and hugged it tightly like a child would to their favourite stuffed toy. "How did you get here? Nevermind, I'm not letting you out of my sight." The Duke cooed at the morningstar.

"How...sweet. Did you find anything?"

"Oh yeah! This is Roman's private island."

"How did you find that out?"

"The trees have that idiot's emblem on it. And he probably took Abbadon. I'm getting revenge...."

"Emblem?" Deceit didn't focus much on the man's last sentences.

"You seriously can't be that clueless. It's on his arm." Remus rolled his eyes at his snake-like friend.

"Sssssshut up. Do you have an emblem?"

"Yeah? Why do you wanna know, to pretend to be me or something?" He heartily laughed.

"NO! Why would I want to be a slimy, smelly, violent rat boy who eats poo log flavoured deodorant for a snack? Still, where is it?"

"It's PICKLED poo logs, FYI." (He does say FYI out loud) "And my emblem's on my butt. Hah, butts. Juicy butts." He went back to murmuring stuff about butts and laughing at himself.

Deceit pinched the bridge of his nose. "And this is why they hate us. It's definitely not because of this!" He sat down on the sand, scowling. "And we can't even get out because this is an unknown island!"

"Hey DeeDee." The Duke's tone softened. He sat next to the dapper man, nudging his shoulder.

"DeeeeeeDeeeeee." The snake didn't look back as the Duke tried to get his attention.

"I think I know how to escape." The snake did a quick 180°.

"Really? How?"

"Well, this is the imagination, yes? So we could just stop imagining."

"Sssseriously. We could have done that the whole time?"

"Yup!"

"Oh my god. Fine."

"Wait!"

"What?"

The Duke produced some spray cans from thin air.

"Wanna help me trash this place?"