Dance With Deceit

Out of Mind

He was standing alone in the darkness. There was no light to speak of, and why would there need to be? Call it cliche, but he was a villain who thrived off dwelling in the shadows. They gave him power, the element of surprise, and he had to admit that the aesthetic was rather pleasing.

His back was against the stone wall. The entire room was cold enough to chill someone to the bone, and he loved it. He was standing there contemplating recent events. Deceit had escaped (which wasn't a concern) and had immediately gone crawling back to Logic, who ended up undoing all of his hard work...

I much prefer Deceit when he is broken and weak... Still, I suppose having a challenge is fun... And he'll be mine soon enough anyway...

A cruel grin twisted its way onto his face.

All of them will be mine...

Oh, how wonderful it would be, seeing the four of them on their knees in front of him.

Anxiety would be full of despair, being brought back to the very place he'd fought so hard to escape from...

Creativity would be crushed, his pride beaten out of him as he was forced to submit to one greater than himself...

Morality would be left a hollow shell, all traces of emotion ripped from an already broken heart...

Logic would be shattered, unable to comprehend that he hadn't been able to save his precious family...

He would delight in tearing each of them down one by one, he could picture their tortured screams in his head, it was beautiful.

However, there were a few, hindrances, that he needed to overcome first.

Creativity was no longer in his crazed state, and no one was hating him the way he'd planned for them to after what had happened with Deceit. Which, didn't surprise as much as one would think. Yes, he'd physically harmed another Side, and had drawn blood, but since it was Deceit of course they'd be more forgiving.

We'll just have to switch targets... Won't we, Roman?

Anxiety, for the time being, wasn't an immediate threat, but he was well aware that his guard was up. All it would take was one more incident for him to start searching for the cause, and it wouldn't take long for him to trace everything back to him.

I'll just keep him distracted... I won't allow him to get involved until the opportune moment...

Then there was Morality. Oh, how he had made a mistake.

He abandons me... And leaves me... For the host? I'm hurt...

He sighed and laid a hand over his heart. It didn't matter, in time, Morality would come crawling back to him. To which, he'd welcome him with open arms.

As for Logic, the nightmares were not having the desired effect he'd been wanting.

It's because he dismisses them as only that... Nightmares...

He hummed in thought. Of course, after both nightmares, he'd had someone there to comfort him. First Morality, then Deceit.

We'll see how well you fare on your own...

An explosion pulled the Dark Side from his thoughts. His only reaction was a raised head, and eyebrows quirked in curiosity. He left the room and made his way down the hall, shadows swirling around him, following him like the obedient pets they were.

He found the source of the explosion, which was a gaping hole in the wall, smoke was still rising from it. He studied the damage, wondering why someone would break into his storeroom (a place where he kept an assortment of stolen items) and noticed that a certain object was missing, and a note was left in its place.