The Slithering

Chapter 1 Bad Night

He opened his eyes with exhaustion after being in bed for only an hour and a half. He was so tired and not ready to face today. Everyone hated him, except for one. He sluggishly dragged himself to the closet that seemed so, so far from his bed.He could feel his head pounding as he slipped off his snake onesie. It was yellow with black outlined scales. It had a hood of a snake with a stove hat and a monocle. The red, stringy tongue hung over in front of his face whenever he wore it. He first slipped on his pants, being half asleep while doing so. He threw his black shirt over his heavy, heavy, head giving him a moment of comfort as the soft cotton rubbed against his forehead. He sat on his stool for a second feeling how cold it was without his jacket. He stared at his jaket with the yellow outline and chains going across. In his nightmare last night, it was that specific piece of clothing that gave him his power. He remembered what the jacket ment. He sighed looking at his reflection with each button, slowly pulling it off the black, velvet hanger. His hair was such a mess. Thank God he wore a hat, he didn't have time to brush it. He hates when his hair is a mess though. It made him seem not as put together. He slid on the jacket knowing that it would be cold at first, but gradually get warmer due to his warm body heat. He sat on the stool buttoning the outer layer when he began to realize that his jacket didn't warm up like it usually did. He slowly grabbed his hat from the top shelf of the closet. He looked at it like a shattered family heirloom. Glancing up at the mirror and keeping his focus there looking at his scales. It was hard to see wit the shattered mirror he owned, but the picture was still clear from a physical point of view, but blurry from a mental perspective. The scales on his face were not the only scales he had. He had random spots of scales all over his body. He just chose to cover them. Plus how can you be half snake if only half of a fraction of your body is snake like? He hated his scales and wish he was like Remus, being associated to an octopus, but not actually having the looks of one. Just like the scales, he had a snake like tongue. A tongue thin, tiny, and pointy after you split it in two at the ends. He just put a cover over it to make him seem less snake. He was very sensitive about his snake side. In the hopes to gain more confidence, he placed his hat on his head ever so lightly. His hat usually gave him a jolt of confidence or power. Even with the hat though, today was not his day. He smiled his usual wicked smile to practice for later. He looked okay, but he felt like a raging dumpster fire. The other didn't need to know. They would think that since he is a liar when I feel joyful and happy that means that I'm depressed and sad. They didn't want to know about him. Now that he thought about this, he didn't need anyone to know about him. He was just the liar. He slipped on his socks and his shoes with quite ease. He then noticed how glimmery his foot wear appeared to be. After having the same shoes for 8 years and never polishing or washing them, they looked pretty good. After tying his shoes he sat up swiftly with immediate regret with the dizzy feeling in his head. He got up from his stool with a creek and went towards the door. When he got to the door, he took a deep breath. He reached at the door knob as he looked at his hands. His hands can be friend or foe. They can do remarkable things, as well as the horribly horrifying ones. His hands... his hands... HIS HANDS! He rushed to the back of his room wear he kept his accessories and at the bottom of the crate there was his bright yellow gloves. When he was nervous he would use his nails to scrape his hands. His hands also had scales. It was a snake thing. He learned this from Logan, he said,"When a snake, such as yourself, gets nervous he usually rubs his scales and the reptile sheds." Logan was a nerd, but a good nerd. He was so glad that Logan explained that. I know your wondering,"What do you do when your gloves are on and your nervous?" Well he scratches his face. Its a natural move of any full human to randomly scratch the face so it made sense. Tugging at the yellow fabric he finally gets his gloves on and frantically dashes towards the door. Sir Shits-a-Lot would yell at him for being late for breakfast.

Walking into the kitchen he saw a shadowy figure lurking out of the corner of the dim kitchen. They got the hand-me-down kitchen from the main sides. A glowing green light comes from the same corner and burs out with a flash. "You were so close to being late Tambourine, do I need to have a word with you about the importance of family meal time. I wanted to put a condom in this conversation, but if you need to hear it again." Remus was big on family meals. He hates that the two of them are left out of the main side's meal, so they make sure they are never late to meals so that they feel they belong. Remus hates being an outcast just as much as anyone would. "I'm sorry but like always we only have oatmeal water." Deceit looked at the bowl in front of him with a blank stare. They had this meal everyday for breakfast. While the other sides had diabetes pancakes with chocolate syrup and marshmallows, they weren't even allowed a proper bowl of oatmeal. The oatmeal they had to get was watered down with bubbles popping like something died in it. Oh, what he would do for some GOOD food. "It's okay Dukey, it is nothing I can't handle." Remus for once let a look of empathy show on his face. He did a half smile before slowly eating his oatmeal flavored water. If he wasn't the only option for a friend he had, Remus and him wouldn't be as close they would be. Remus, still only a fourth done with the bowl, looks up with some dripping off his mustache. "You know hissy, we may be hurting, but we are hurting together." He wasn't expecting something that nice and child appropriate to come out of The Duke's mouth. He appreciated it though. It helped a bit. HIs headache pounded even more along with a growing stomach ache as he finished his "wanna be oatmeal". He knew that Remus' words were true. He wasn't cursed to speak in lie. Although that was bad Remus was cursed with harmful thoughts. He couldn't even imagine going through the pain he was going through and having the power of Remus and have thoughts of losing loved ones and inappropriate jokes along with the suffering. At least Remus wasn't half octopus. People compared Remus to an octopus, but he wasn't really that aquatic species. Himself was associated with a snake and was half snake. His scales were so embarrassing and unhuman like. He just wanted to fit in. Even with the face scales being super tragic, it got worse. Normal snakes had small, thin scales on the face and big, thick ones on the rest of the body. With him, his face scales were the large and thick ones. The fact of having these itchy scales on random parts of his body was just the cherry on top to being the snake. Everyone thought that his scales is what made him tough, but that clearly wasn't the case. The others didn't need to know that though, not even Remus. He is a close friend, but not one to trust secrets with. Though people thought he was tough, he liked it that way. He didn't like showing his soft spots. Yes, it did like puns. Remus placed a glass of brown tinted water. The thought of his disgusting scales kept popping in his mind. The thought that he would never be liked by the good guys. He wasn't the bad guy. He finished his oatmeal soup mumbling to himself. "I am Deceit. I am a liar."