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Loneliness (Remus)

This isn't a ship, Its a kinda sad story but eh

Remus sighed happily as he moved the toy octopus next to the small, tattered toy dragon.

"I love you, re!" He said, his voice an octive higher than it usually is.

"I love you too, ro!" Remus said, his voice back to normal.

Remus was alone, most of the time. Everyone thought he was too crazy, too gory, too loud, too inappropriate. Too him. So he stayed in his room, with the small plushies he's collected over the years. There was a dragon, for Roman, a snake for Deceit, a black and purple cat for Virgil, a small fluffy dog for Patton, a midnight blue lizard for Logan, and of course a green octopus for himself.

He would play with them in the secrecy of his own room, and he hide them whenever anybody came in. No one knew he had them. But they helped his gore episodes, helped his anxiety, helped his loneliness.

Loneliness.

It was the last thing people would think Remus suffered from. People thought deceit was always with him, as they were both dark sides. But, deceit was always busy. Probably off flirting with Roman just to bother Virgil.

Remus dragged the octopus to the snake, bumping the plush's sewn on smiles together, as if they were kissing. Remus fantasized about Deceit a lot. Not in a lewd, inappropriate way. He fantasized about them being together. Dating. Although that could never happen, as deceit was formal, and civil. And Remus was anything but that.

Remus sighed, the feeling of loneliness taking over as a single tear fell from his eyes. It was dark in his room. He kept the lights low to ward off the feeling of loneliness, because he believed that people aren't afraid of the dark, they are afraid of what's hiding in it. So he kept them off, because if something was truly in the darkness he could never be alone. Right? Only a small lamp that laid on his nightstand to brighten the bed where he played with the plushies.

He brought the octopus to the dog. The dog gave the octopus a hug, something that Patton always did to everyone... Except to him. He always pretended it was okay, and that it didn't bother him. He knew he was dirty and that he sometimes smelled, but, oh what he would do for just one damn hug from him.

Remus still hadn't stopped crying. The tears wouldn't stop coming and he shook with sobs.

He brought the doll to the next one. The lizard. Remus always thought they would bond over murder. Remus would ask about a specific way to kill someone and Logan would tell him all the things that could work, or what could go wrong. It sounded very exciting.

Remus looked up into the darkness of his room, his eyes shooting everywhere across the darkness for something. Someone. Anyone at this point. He looked back at the plushies.

Lastly, he brought the octopus to the cat. Virgil and Remus always watched conspiracies when they were younger. So he imagined them sitting down, watching Shane Dawson talk about unsolved murders and discussing each one.

Remus wiped the tears from his face and put the plushies away before turning the light off and getting up, walking into the darkness. he stood there for a moment before sighing. He turned rhe light on once again and reapplied his eye shadow and making sure there were no way the others could know he was crying. Because he was the demented one. He didn't cry, he didn't hurt, he didn't care.

Remus walked out of his room, closing the door loudly. He wanted to hear what the others said about him when they heard him coming. From the lounge, he heard a collective groan coming from the other sides. He frowned. Yes, he was used to it and wanted it to stop. But it was better than the, painful, utterly destroying,

Loneliness.