Pride!Roman

Part 1

I was looking around my room in search for my mighty sword. I absolutely could NOT leave to go on a witch hunt without it, I'd be completely unarmed! I soon decided to start looking in my closet. After a few minutes of mindlessly throwing clothes out, my eyes landed on an unmarked white box.

I stared at it for a few moments, but out of pure curiosity I pulled the box out of the corner it was sitting in, and sat it down in front of me.

I'm not going to lie, something deep inside of me told me to put the box back, and just forget about it all over again. But no! I, am a risk taker! I never back down!

I carefully slipped the lid off and dropped it to the side as I peered inside to see what was in it.

The moment my eyes fell upon the inside of the box, I began to tremble. My eyes darted from left to right as I tried to process what I was looking at.

You see, I wasn't always this way. I wasn't always the creative side that my friends all know and love. My entire existence is based off a huge lie.

Back before sides were classified as light and dark when Thomas was small child, all the sides mingled together as main functions. Yes some were more present than others, but everyone did their part.

Then Thomas started to learn what was morally wrong and what was morally right, and so the dark sides began to get casted away.

And I hated it.

I hated it so much. Some sides were lucky and were light sides from the very start, like Logan and Patton. Others, didn't get that privilege.

My brother Remus, wasn't a light side, but he was still common in Thomas's life. This was a very strange thing because he didn't get along with Logan and Patton. AT ALL! No one knew why Remus was around so much.

The dark sides watched the light sides and Remus from the shadows in Thomas's mind, and I couldn't take it anymore. It was unbearable! I wanted to be in the spotlight just like Remus, but...

I betrayed him.

I betrayed my brother.

I used to be known as Pride, and my role was very unnecessary. My brothers was known as Creativity, which is a very important role in itself. Along with my brother, we casted, some would call, demented thoughts into Thomas's mind. Since my role was so similar to Remus's, how hard would it be to portray the good version of creativity? What if I made him look like the evil twin?

I changed my entire outfit to brighter colors, stole my brothers role and labeled myself as creativity. I even changed my name to what it is now, Roman. Previously, my name had been Princeton, which was very fitting for the time. I somehow managed to keep Remus away from surfacing from the dark side of the mind, and once I confronted Logan and Patton, I told him that Remus is my twin brother and we have the same role, except that I'm better.

They were skeptical at first, but they soon accepted me as a light side. I was so happy to finally have a seat at the table and was able to make life decisions with the others for Thomas's life.

It's selfish, I know. I just stole my brothers identity and made it look better just to better myself.

Obviously, brother became bitter towards me for the longest time, and I completely understand. Identity theft from your own brother? Shame and guilt swallowed me whole for many years.

And then Virgil started to show up.

When he first saw me, he was completely taken back. After all, all the darker sides thought that I faded away. I hoped that Virgil wouldn't have recognized me, but he did. I was so scared that he'd say something to the other two, but he didn't.

We eventually talked about it in private, and he seemed quite understanding. He said he understood because "being a dark side sucked and no one really wanted to be one."

Then when we started accepting Virgil as one of us, and I began to feel even worse. Logan and Patton accepted Virgil for who he is and who he was, but I just had to completely change who I am and lie to them. If didn't lie in the first place, would they accept me? If I were to tell them now, would they ever trust me again? Would they cast me out? This fear stuck with me for a long time.

Soon after, I got preoccupied with my daily life and things started to get better. There were no other threats of the others finding out about my past.

Then Deceit started to make his presence known.

A man of lies, the master of disguise. I mean,
he was a fairly nice guy when I knew him. When he saw me again for the first time, his little facade crumbled for just a moment, but it was unnoticed by the others. He looked me over as if trying to remember why I looked so familiar, and then it must've clicked in his slippery mind. He quickly put his sly act back on and didn't comment on it. He never brought it up which put me at ease for a little bit.

If two old friends could recognize me after all these years, then maybe my disguise wasn't as good as I initially thought. Then again, nothing can get past Deceit.

And then, dreadfully my brother made an appearance.

The first thing he did to me was knock me out. That's probably what I would've done as well if my own twin brother wronged me. I don't remember anything from when I was knocked out, but when I woke up, he made himself scarce. I talked to Virge about it later that night but he said that Remus didn't bring up anything about my past.

My life could've been ruined on three different occasions, but everyone gladly kept their mouths shut. I'm surprised I've been able to hide my past for this long.

Cut to a few weeks later, and now I'm here. Staring at the contents inside the box.