-One shots | Reader insert-

The Death of a Trait

TW: Guns and A character death!

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Deceit grinned, Today was the day.

He skips through the hallway and stands in front of Roman's door.

Without warning, He slams the door open and pulls something out from behind his back.

Roman turns around and gasps at the object in Deceits hand.

A Gun.

"D-Deceit? What are you doing in my room with a Gun?" He takes a step back. "Oh, Just getting rid of something.." He chuckles and slowly walks forward.
"H-Hey, get that thing away from me!"

"I'm afraid I cannot do that, Roman" Deceit backs him into a wall and points the gun at Romans head.

He knew he had to do something to spare time, Patton would be doing his usual checkup on the traits (and Thomas).

"W-Wait! Since I'm literally about to die... Tell me, why? Why are you doing this?"

A few seconds pass.

BANG!

Roman's body falls to the floor, gun in hand and a perfectly written note in his other hand.

Patton knocks on his door "I hope your dressed because I'm coming in-"

Patton screams at the top of his lungs. He runs and picks up the body, trying to find any source of life.

He finds none.

He picks up the note and scans the words.

You were the light to my darkness,

the heaven to my hell,

but even in the darkest of times,

you lit my life up so well.

Now after you read this,

I want you to know,

I don't want your shining light to go.

Deceit walks away, a sinister smile set upon his face as he slides the gun into his pockets.

[Okay im really proud of that poem shit considering i have the amount of brain cells as a cheesy dinosaur nugget (which are actually really good lmao)]