Corruption {ON HOLD}

Chapter 5

A/N:

Hello everybody! If you don't know where this book came from, It came from my book of 'Roman Oneshots'. I split this from there for the fact that this is good story material and it was going wayyyy to long for a series of connected one-shots. 

Focus Character: Insecurity! Roman

He really didn't know why everybody was so concerned. He wasn't going to lie, the attention made his insecurity spike. Had he done something wrong he didn't remember? He sure hoped not.

He decided to paint his nails to distract himself. He flopped onto his huge bed (why WAS it so big?) and conjured a few nail polish bottles (He couldn't understand how he could do that). They were silver and gold. He began painting his nails with weird stencils he'd found in the room.

He'd locked the door, so his blindfold was off. From an on-looker, his eyes would be the prettiest eyes they've seen. It seems to shift subtly from brown, to green, to grey to blue and so on. A never-ending swirl of colours.

Unfortunately, they were the source of a great insecurity and the source of his powers. If you looked straight into them whenever he was scared and mildly insecure, insecurity could wash over you, clouding your thoughts with a veil of doubt. 

So he hid them. Behind a blindfold that nobody could peep into, but he could peep out of.

He heard a knock on the door, and he swiftly put the blindfold back on. He hesitantly approached the door and unlocked it. 

Morality stood there, holding a plate of food. Insecurity shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"Hey kiddo! You haven't come out of your room for a bit, I thought you'd like some food!" Morality explained cheerfully, holding out the plate of food. Insecurity smiled nervously, before getting insecure about that and thanking Patton. 

He closed the door and looked at the food hesitantly. He bit his bottom lip anxiously and put the food in a mini fridge that happened to be in his room.

He sighed and flipped the light. He lay down on his huge bed and looked at the shining star stickers on the ceiling. Just before he slipped to sleep, a misty memory floated in of him sticking up the stars with...Anxiety? He didn't know, and he slipped into the depths of sleep.