Imagine

Ch. 2

"I'm sorry, what?" Janus asked incredulously. "Fictional characters?"

"That's the only explanation I can think of." Logan told him. "At first I thought it was more coincidence, but they all have one thing in common!".

"So thou art declaring yond we art fictional?" Roman asked, furrowing his brow. "Yond's absurd! I am very much real! Wouldst thee liketh me to proveth it?"

"How would you prove it?" Virgil rose a brow, tossing a ball of dark energy around with his hands.

"I shalt kisseth that gent! I shall giveth that gent the hon'r of touching the softest of lips!" Roman declared.

"Don't." Logan snapped.

Remus snorted. "Thee just did get rejected, brother."

"Break thee off!" Roman cried, looking beyond hurt.

"Okay, so let me get this straight." Virgil began.

"Good luck." Janus snorted.

"You're telling me that I'm from a comic book?" Virgil grumbled. "And that I'm the villain?"

"Indeed." Logan nodded.

"Of course thou art the villain! I can senseth thy dastardly aura from here!" Roman said, crossing his arms.

Virgil scoffed. "Figures."

"Roman, that wasn't nice." Janus scolded. "Apologize."

"Wha--" Roman huffed, uncrossing his arms. "I'm sorry for calling thee a villain. Prithee forgive me." He gave Virgil a quick bow.

"Ooh, I could get used to this." Virgil smirked. Roman scowled.

"Thou art an asshole."

"Um, what were you saying earlier? About me being the first...victim?" Patton asked, looking pale.

"Well, your problem is a bit difficult to solve." Logan hummed. "Your name is Patton. You own a decently popular bakery. You live alone, in an apartment."

"Uh," Patton blinked, looking a bit stunned.

"On February 7th, 2001, you were murdered by a serial killer in your own home." Logan told him. "They bludgeoned you to death with a baseball bat."

The room went dead silent, no one knowing what to say.

"Well, damn." Janus mumbled. "Not pulling any punches, huh?"

"I'm telling it like it is." Logan said simply.

"...February 7th is today..." Patton whispered in horror, turning even paler.

"Uh, no? It's October 19th." Virgil scoffed.

"What? Nay.  Tis the ninth day of the seventh month!" Remus furrowed his brow.

"Ah, yes." Logan smirked. "The ninth day of the seventh month. That's a very important day for you two."

"Chooseth thy next words carefully, or beest cutteth down by mine own sword." Roman growled, reaching a hand towards his weapon.

"Your father was assassinated on the ninth day of the seventh month."

Roman's sword was pointed at Logan's neck. "Gaze thy tongue, scum.  I couldst killeth thee even but now for declaring such a thing." He growled. "Mine own father is the strongest sir to ever liveth! To coequal suggesteth his death is the height of folly."

"After he died," Logan continued, giving Roman an unimpressed look. "Roman was going to take the throne."

"Naturally." Roman smirked.

"But," Logan snapped. "Your mother wanted Remus to take the throne."

"Sayeth what?!" Remus's eyes widened.

"Mine own mother...?" Roman mumbled, frowning.

"She had hated the king, and saw too much of him inside Roman." Logan said. "So she offered Remus a deal he couldn't refuse. All the land he could ever want. The freedom to go wherever he pleased, and she would rule in his stead."

"Yond sounds most wondrous!" Remus exclaimed, lighting up.

"But," Logan sighed. "In order to do that, she told him to poison the golden platter that was found in the kitchen."

"Oh yeah! I remember this part!" Janus said. "Basically, the platter ended up being Roman's. When his food was tested, it was clear that there had been an assassination attempt."

"The queen immediately accused Remus, and Roman was filled with a righteous fury." Logan hummed. "He sent guards after Remus, demanding for his execution."

"Remus and his loyalists fought back, and created an army to revolt against Prince Roman." Janus told them. "Long story short, after years of battle, both of the princes ended up getting killed in the war."

"The queen took the throne, and used her power to make both of the armies under her control." Logan finished. "In the end, neither of the princes ever got a coronation."

Both of the twins looked horrified.

Virgil gave a low whistle. "Played by your own mom, damn."

"Our mother is a gentle mistress.  The lady wouldst never stoop so base." Remus told them slowly.

"Or maybe that's what she wants you to think." Virgil smirked. "Maybe she has been putting up a mask all these years. Secretly, she's been plotting your demise from the very beginning!" Virgil cackled. "She just wanted you to suffer."

"Funny that you should mention suffering, Virgil." Logan spoke up.

"Oh god."

"Virgil, otherwise known as Stormy Night." Logan began. "Your comic book was very popular when I was in middle school. I dedicated every day to reading it."

"Should I be flattered?" Virgil rose a brow.

"You said that today is October 19th?" Janus asked. "That's the day you're defeated."

"...what?"

"Sunshine Man officially defeated his nemesis, Stormy Night, on October 19th." Logan told him. "He killed you. Beat you to death."

"Tch, brute." Virgil rolled his eyes, not seeming too alarmed by this information.

"Your last battle takes place on top of the highest building in the city." Janus chirped.

"I'm not sure how we're supposed to help you." Logan mumbled. "Stop doing crime?"

"Crime?" Virgil rose a brow. He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, okay."

"Ooh, you think we'll get to meet Spider-Man if I open it again?" Janus asked Logan, walking over to the book.

"Don't." Logan snapped.

"Gotcha."

"I-I don't wanna die!" Patton cried.

"None of us wanteth to kicketh the bucket, frail one." Remus growled. "How doth we stand ho our demise?"

"Well," Logan huffed. "I guess that's our problem, huh?"

A/N:

✨Exposition✨