Imagine

Ch. 3

"I suppose the book intends to make us prevent your deaths." Logan hummed.

"Prevent our deaths? Yeah, right." Virgil rolled his eyes. "I have to pay for my crimes, Nerd Boy. Maybe you can try and prevent the other's death, but I'm basically doomed."

"Don't say that!" Patton cried.

"Why? It's the truth." Virgil shrugged. "I'll end up dying no matter what, so it's pretty pointless to try and prevent it. You guys can prance around like monkeys, though. I won't stop you." Virgil walked over to the couch and layed down. "I'm gonna taking a nap."

They all stared at him for a moment.

"Forget about the distemperate bum!" Roman waved him off. "How art thee going to saveth us from our demise, nerdy knave?"

"Well, preventing your deaths will be a bit difficult." Janus huffed. "Patton's, for instance, will be a challenge."

"Of course, I know the identity of the serial killer." Logan told him. "It was...Emile Green, I believe."

"What?!" Patton exclaimed. "My older brother?!"

"I think he killed you after an argument?" Logan murmured, trying to recall.

"We did have a big argument this morning..." Patton whispered in horror. "But surely it wasn't enough for him to be that angry at me?"

"Apparently it was." Logan shrugged.

"Logan, be gentle. The poor guy just found out he's going to die today." Janus mumbled, lightly shoving him.

"There's no use in being hung up over it. We need to work to prevent it." Logan furrowed his brow, determination shining in his eyes. "I swear that all of you will live!"

"Thy brav'ry is inspiring, Sir Logan!" Roman exclaimed, tears coming to his eyes.

"I knoweth not, the deliv'ry couldst useth a dram work." Remus scoffed.

"Beest not malapert." Roman snapped.

"Alas off." Remus growled.

"Asshole." Roman grumbled.

"What didst thee sayeth?!" Remus barked, marching over to him.

"Boys!" Janus yelled, stepping in between them. "I know that you both are under a lot of stress, but it's not the time to turn into monkeys and start throwing your shit at each other!"

"What?" Logan asked, looking at him incredulously.

"Pardon me?" Remus frowned in confusion.

"I understand you not." Roman snarled, pulling out his sword and beginning to polish it.

"It's a figure of speech." Janus reassured, sighing.

"I've never heard that before." Virgil snorted.

"Me neither." Patton said.

"My point is!" Janus exclaimed, flushing in embarrassment. "This is not the time to be fighting amongst ourselves."

"He's right." Logan nodded.

"I disagree." Virgil smirked. "Now is the perfect time to be fighting. Let's see who is truly the strongest in the room. My money is on Princey over there." Virgil pointed to Roman. "I won't fight, of course. I'd wipe the floor with all of you." He relaxed back into the couch.

"Ignore him." Logan hummed, already seeing Roman getting ready to fight. "Right now, we need to focus on getting you back home."

"And how doth thee planeth to doth yond?" Remus asked, lazily raising a brow. "Art thee gonna stuffeth us backeth into the booketh?"

"Have you even be listening?" Logan asked incredulously.

"Mind not that gent. His brain is as exsufflicate as a theat'r during jousting season." Roman scoffed. Remus glared at him, but didn't bother replying.

"I don't know what exsufflicate means..." Patton whispered to Virgil, who cracked an eye open.

"Me neither." Virgil whispered back.

"He called Remus stupid." Logan supplied, giving them both an unimpressed look.

"Ohhhh." They chorused, nodding.

"Alright then. You two." Logan gestured to Janus and Patton. "Why don't you figure out how to help him, Jan?"

"Wha--" Janus blinked. "Fine, I'll figure it out."

"You didn't have a choice." Logan hummed. "That leaves me with--what are you two doing?"

Remus and Roman had (somehow) been silently trying to kill each other. Roman appeared to be winning.

"I wast going to cutteth out this swine's tongue." Roman declared simply, glowering at Remus.

"I'd liketh to seeth thee tryeth." Remus smirked at him.

"Drop the swords." Logan ordered, crossing his arms.

"Thou art like a toad, ugly and venemous." Roman spat at Remus, ignoring Logan entirely.

"We has't the same visage, genius." Remus rolled his eyes.

"Silence! I shall striketh thee down!" Roman exclaimed, preparing to charge.

"Boys!" Logan growled, causing the twins to jump. "The swords. On the ground. Now."

"Right."

"Of course."

The swords fell in unison.

"Pussies." Janus snickered. "And hey! Why do you get the easiest task?!"

"Because I'm going to be spending the majority of my time looking into this book." Logan murmured, picking it up. "Where did it come from? Why did your neighbor have it? Who is your neighbor?"

"Boring." Remus grumbled, looking at Logan in disdain.

"To you, perhaps." Logan rolled his eyes, placing the book on the coffee table. "For now, I'm the only one allowed to touch it. Understood?"

"Aye sir!" Roman grinned.

"Sure." Remus shrugged.

"I'm fine with that. I just wanna get home." Patton frowned.

"But I got the damn thing--ugh, whatever." Janus scowled.

"Virgil?" Logan asked, looking towards the supervillain.

Virgil, who was barely awake, waved an arm around lazily. "Whatever you say, man."

Logan frowned, not sure what to do with him. Worst case scenario, he had himself a new roommate.

"What's first, lad?" Roman asked, grinning broadly.

"First," Logan began. "We figure out why you haven't been sent back yet."

A/N:

Finished Magenta and we are back on track!

I don't think this one will be very long, considering the plot is fairly simple.