Deceit lingered in the shadows of Patton's room and swore to himself that he was only there to terrorise the Light Side. It wasn't because the air was crisp and light, and Deceit was still trembling after having control of himself forcibly ripped away, it wasn't, he just wanted to climb his back to his former glory. He was here to hurt Patton, not to stop himself from hurting.
It was moments like this that Deceit almost ached to have Virgil back. Virgil, who had been by his side for far too many years to just leave him like that. Virgil, who had helped him to build the Wall, helped him to contain the true horrors of Thomas's psyche. Virgil who had been his...his friend.
Deceit wanted him back.
'Tick Tock.'
"If you do not remove your presence from my head, I will do everything in my power to ensure that the Light Sides win this battle," he snarled dangerously as the low voice in his head clicked in time with the passing seconds. It had not left him since...since Remus had challenged the other.
Virgil. It all started and ended with Virgil. Deceit was so very tired of chasing after someone who had spent a lifetime running. Virgil wouldn't come back to them, not willingly. No matter how much Deceit longed for his presence, no matter how much Thomas needed Virgil to come back, he wouldn't. Virgil had torn apart the tapestry that was the Dark Sides. How could they be expected to be forgiving after that?
For the sake of Thomas, Deceit fully intended on not giving Virgil a choice.
His brooding was cut short by Patton entering the room, emotions visibly scrambled. Finally, some sort of victory. Deceit seeped into the darkness, allowing his presence to expand and expand until every breath that Patton took was tainted with the horrible bitterness that Deceit radiated.
"Go away!" Patton shouted, his voice a mangled mess of jagged facade and ugly emotion. "You've already poisoned me enough! I do not need you hissing in my ear! You got what you wanted leave me be!"
Oh Patton, Deceit had gotten everything but what he wanted.
Still. He'd won this battle. So Deceit let his breath hiss out of him before he let himself fall backwards, tumbling through the darkness as he fell and fell and fell. The shadows coiled around his arms,, pressed down on his wrists as his pulse leapt and jumped. He closed his eyes, and let himself go blank. He would fall and fall and fall and nobody would break him out of it because nobody cared what games Deceit was playing.
Deceit didn't even care what games he was playing anymore. He was just so tired. He missed Virgil. He missed how it was.
He wanted Virgil.
"Deceit," the soft voice cooed, deceptiveness in it's gentleness. "You have someone waiting for you by the Wall. I would advise that you hurry. Your time is running out."
"If you say 'tick tock'," Deceit said without opening his eyes, "I am going to remove myself from this situation."
He wasn't afraid of Fading.
The voice fell silent, but he could still feel the residual amusement seep through his thoughts. It wasn't his amusement. It was his emotion. None of it was his. He wasn't himself anymore, his body nothing but a hijacked vessel for some nameless voice that had an obsession with clocks. His dignity had burned away hard and fast, and now Deceit was reduced to a shadow of Remus - feral, and desperate, and snarling.
Ah. Of course. It would be Remus that was waiting for him at the Wall. Of course, it would be Remus who had gotten himself tangled up in this - the other Side cold never help himself when it came to picking the wrong side.
This time, he'd chosen Deceit's side.
Deceit really didn't know what that said about this whole situation.
"Best not keeping him waiting," he sighed to the shadows. They squirmed in agreement, twisting around his limbs as they tugged him through an aching, yawning sense of nothing. He would never be able to adjust to the weightless sensation that accompanied his travels through the darkness. It made sense in a way - everything is the real world was so heavy and tiring, it was only fair that the cool, dark places of Thomas's thoughts were light and fluffy and empty.
Hm, what Deceit wouldn't give to escape from the darkness. It wasn't possible, of course. Trying would only bring pain and fear. Deceit wouldn't be able to live through that again. But still...oh, what a delightful thought to entertain.
If he ran, if he finally got out, he'd find Virgil and he'd apologise and the he'd find Thomas and he would finally tell his Host the truth. That was the first step, wasn't it? The first step to not being a Dark Side?
Break the cycle.
Virgil could help him with that.
"You're thinking dangerous thoughts again, Deceit," Remus drawled from somewhere beyond Deceit's sight. The shadows hadn't cleared enough yet. "Don't. Don't risk it. We both know how it went last time."
Yes. Yes, Remus's warning had merit. For once, Deceit needed to listen to the Duke.
After all, it had been Remus who had been forced to turn him over to the others, and it had been Remus that had stripped away Deceit's power before forcing him into the swirling black abyss beyond the Wall. Deceit had come back changed, and he knew that Remus knew.
Deceit's lip curled. "You doubt my loyalty so easily?"
Remus grinned a wicked grin, his face alight with a sharp, untethered glee. "Oh Deceit," he crooned dramatically. "Don't think I can't see through you. I know what you think about. I know why you really spend so much time chasing after Virgil and his precious Light Side friends."
Something cold raked nails across the back of Deceit's mind and he flinched away, feeling his joints lock and his eyes go wide. Remus's manic facade faltered.
'Do not forget me,' something whispered from the dark remnants of the Wall. 'I am here and I am listening and I will come for you both.'
Deceit scowled down at the shards. "Shut up."
Remus kicked a piece for good measure.
SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT OH MY GOD IT HAS BEEN F O R E V E R SINCE I UPDATED
Anyways, finally a more in-depth look into why Deceit does the things he does, and a teasing glimpse into the past history between Remus and our Snakey Boi.
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Bad Moon Rising | Sanders Sides
Fanfiction| Book 5 in the Sanders Series: Dark Sides | 'They had not forgotten him. They had not let him go. He was still theirs.' || COMPLETED||
