Cold, damp, dark, and dreary are words one might use to describe the darker side of the mind palace. But those words are boring as fuck, I prefer to use motherfucking, and freezer. You thought these long sleeved outfits were for fun? Nope. Not only that, but when Thomas is in a particularly happy mood as he so often is, it gets even colder. Of course today, Thomas decided, probably out of spite, that he was going to be absolutely joyful and now Deceit and I are dying of hypothermia.
I grabbed a blanket from the couch, wrapping it around myself before sitting next to Deceit, who is also wrapped in a blanket.
"Penguin huddle?" I asked, offering another blanket for use to share.
He raised an eyebrow, "That wasn't an unusual pleasant way of wording things."
"Shit you're right, uhhhh... body heat orgy?" I corrected myself.
"I don't regret pointing that out." He said, taking the other end of the blanket I offered.
We both sat there for a bit, shivering slightly.
"This was better with three people." I commented.
Wait, that was supposed to stay in your head. Goddamn it Remus!
Deceit nodded, "Remember when you used to play Why Worry just to annoy him?"
I smiled a bit, "Yeah, and when we started wearing eye makeup after you got your snake eye."
He smiled fondly at the memory, "And the first time I shedded."
I laughed, "You were so cuddly!"
"It's still embarrassing..." He muttered.
We sat there in silence for a minute.
"Hey remember the snake charm-" I started.
"NOT THE SNAKE CHARMING MUSIC!" Deceit interrupted.
I sat there for a few minutes.
"So here me out." I said.
"Oh god." Deceit grumbled.
"Penguin huddle. Noot Noot. Can I kill Noot Noot? He's sentient clay."
"What?"
"Well if I cut him in half would I have two smaller sentient pieces of clay or would it kill him?" I asked.
"Why would you want to kill him?" Deceit countered.
I shrugged, "He might be a bitch behind the cameras, you never know."
"You make perfect sense." Deceit said, in a tone that suggested that I actually made no sense. Which, in all fairness, I usually didn't.
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I'm Not A Bad Guy, I'm Me
Fanfiction(A kind of sort sequel to You're Not Broken, You're Human) Trigger Warnings- Cursing An attempt at writing intrusive thoughts Sexual Innuendos (It's Remus, what did you expect?) You've probably heard of me... and hate me. Remus Sanders, the one who...
