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It was the start of a new video and everything was going smoothly. Thomas and Logan were discussing a situation that needed Roman, but Thomas refused to let Logan summon him.

"You are overreacting, Thomas. Roman doesn't in any way intend to act like Remus." Logan said, adjusting his glasses. Thomas sighed and nodded.

Logan held his hand up, facing the television. Roman then appeared, and the room atmosphere immediately changed. Thomas felt uneasy and needed to sit down. Roman tilted his head to the side in confusion "Uhhh...you all good Mr. Dank Engine? Got a bad case of the after effects of Taco Bell? Sore head?" He asked.

"Thomas wishes to know how to entertain children with a story, but he can't think of one on his own." Logan said, Looking over at Thomas.

"Well you came to the right brother!" he chuckled.

"So how old are the children?"

"13"

"ah, yes, of course- well, 13 year olds are edgy, right? Oh! Tell them about the time I chopped off the Dragon Witch's head and sliced open the top of her head! I took her skull and used it as a bowl!"

The room went silent.

"...You need to go. You're not helping at all. That was disgusting" Patton said with a cold tone of voice. Roman looked at the others, but they refused to look at him. "Oh...alright then..." he muttered, sinking down into his room.

He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed "You're losing it, Princey" he said, looking into his own eyes. One of them were a bright green. He gasped and covered it. He really was losing it.

A time skip brought to you by Crofters Jam.

Weeks and weeks went by. Roman was making either a situation worse or just not doing anything to help. He was summoned, but he didn't say anything.

Roman's hair had gone completely white, as well as his eyes. His skin was gray and his outfit was too. "I suggest you should stop summoning me, Thomas. I am nothing but trouble." the Prince spoke. "Do this without me, you'll be fine. You've been fine." he said, gritting his teeth.

Roman sunk down again. All of his creativity was just...gone. He sat on his bed and pulled his knees to his chest. He buried his face in his knees and began to sob loudly.

"Don't cry."