After King Romulus split, Deceit and Patton had a deal. Give the "bad imagination" to Deceit to be with him and Anxiety in the Dark Side Realm, and Patton keep the "good imagination" to be with him and Logan in the Light Side Realm. But Patton, bei...
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Remus opened the door to his new room and walked down the darkened hallways and grand staircase, it was clear that he had been crying as the red tear lines stained his cheeks.
He opened the door to the room which he thought was the dining room from Deceit's tour not so long ago. He was right.
"Oh, good." The snake-like trait said, standing up from his chair at the other end of the table that was shrouded with magnificent and delicious foods. "I was beginning to think that you wouldn't show."
"Not like I had much of a choice anyway." Remus said in a low voice, giving Deceit a look of anger.
"Oh, come now, don't be that way." Dee said, gesturing to the other seat at end of the table. "Sit."
Remus did as he was told and took a seat. He looked in front of him to see a plate of food, some of his favourites in fact. "Thanks." He said, looking up at the snake.
"Of course." He smirked, taking a mouthful of his own food. "I hope it's to your liking."
"It's..good." Remus said, although he was only picking at it with his fork.
"Not hungry?" Dee asked, resting the top of his hand under his chin with a smirk.
"I suppose not."
There was a moment silence between the two sides with only the scraping of cutlery against plates heard.
Before—
"Has anyone ever told you that the white streak in your hair compliments your complexion rather beautifully?"
Remus looked up, surprised at his statement. "Um, no..? No, nobody's ever actually told me that." He said, becoming extremely flustered and rather uncomfortable.
"Well, they should." The lying trait replied, placing down his fork. "Your eyes too, they are the most elegant shade of emerald." He smirked.
"Oh, thanks? But you could you please—"
"Oh, and don't even get me started on your hair itself, the way it falls is simply divine. Such a lovely dark shade too."
"Could you—"
"Your moustache as well, rather cute actually. That must've taken ages to perfect."
"Please, don't—"
"Well, I really should say your appearance as a whole is beautiful. You're drop-dead gorgeous, my dear."
"I really don't—"
"What? They not good enough words? How about, magnificent? Stunning? Exquisite? Maybe—"
"Could you please — STOP LYING?!" Remus yelled angrily, slamming his hands down with so much force that it shook the entire table.
The snake wasn't even fazed by the other side's outburst of anger, he simply looked at him with a smirk. "Oh, you think I'm lying, do you? I may be called 'Deceit', dear, but everything I just said is absolutely true."
Remus couldn't take it anymore, he was not having it. He was not having this snake lie straight to his face. The imaginative side screamed out of anger, and when he opened his eyes they glowed a bright dark green.
Tentacles ripped through Remus' new clothing and crawled out of his back, he was transforming into something else.
Deceit stood up from his seat and watched what was happening at the other end of the table before him.
But then the side felt a wave of pain hit his head, the source of it emanating from Remus. He clutched his hair tightly as the pain rushed through his mind.
He saw images of disgusting and horrifying things..
Intrusive thoughts.
Remus panted heavily, he looked up at the snake with piercing green and black eyes, a look of utter rage plastered on his face. The tentacles still wriggling from his back.
"Am I still beautiful now?!" Remus bellowed, his voice taking a deep and demonic-sounding turn.
The snake's arms fell to his side. His eyes rolled back and closed, and he collapsed to the ground with a large thud.
"D-Deceit?" The glow of Remus' eyes slightly faded as he tried to look over the other end of the table, worried if he had possibly killed him.
"AH!" Remus screamed in fear as a gloved hand shot up and scraped against the table.
Deceit lowly chuckled as he pulled himself up, resting his arm against the table, adjusting his hat and cape. "Now that, my dear..was truly ravishing~" He laughed manically, standing up.
"W-What?" Remus asked, his eyes now returned to normal, but his voice still sounding demonic.
"This is a good look for you, simply beautiful, my dear~" Dee chuckled again, gesturing to Remus' tentacles. "Embracing your true dark powers so soon? I didn't think it would take such little time actually. Yet you're already a perfect dark side—"
"NO!" Remus yelled, slamming his hands on the table, causing the whole room to tremble this time, which only made Deceit beam widely. Remus' eyes now glowing brighter and more evil-looking than ever. "I WILL NEVER BE LIKE YOU, YOU SNAKE! I'M NOT EVIL!"
"You may not have been raised to believe that, but it was always meant to be!" Deceit yelled back. "Just look at you now, the perfect example of a true dark side! You can not escape your destiny, Remus!"
"SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" Remus closed his eyes and clutched his hair, wanting to drown out Deceit's voice. But then his tentacles slipped away before they were completely out of sight, his eyes returning to their regular emerald hue.
Remus ran away and out of the room, tears welling up in his eyes.
Deceit grunted and followed the other, quickening his pace to catch up with him.
Remus ran to his room and locked himself in there, wishing he was back home with his family. The side slid down the back of his door in utter despair, and sobbed pitifully into his knees, clutching them tight.
His cries were interrupted by a knock on the outside of the locked door.
"Remus? I—"
"Go away!" He cried.
The snake grunted at the other side's stubbornness before he remembered a 'technique' he had heard about before.
What was it called again? Apologising?
"Look, I'm sorry—" He tried.
"Leave me ALONE!" Remus interrupted again.
There was a short pause before Deceit bashed his fist hard against the door one more time. "Fine! Have it your way!" He grunted, marching down the hall to his own room of the mansion.
Remus cried for the next few hours, hoping his family were doing better than him, praying that they'd find a way to move on and forget him even though he missed them incredibly so.
