Performance

Act 1; Scene 1

Trigger Warnings: Slight gore(It's fake, though), slight cursing (It's Remus, so...), fake friends, depressing descriptions.

Roman groaned as his alarm ringed in bird noises. He made that the sound, to make him feel more like a Disney prince. He sat up and looked around his gigantic room. It was filled with everything he needed, wanted. Well- enough so that his parents believed it looks good if he had guests over. Can't have Rachel and Charles Prince's son look like a "commoner." Honestly, he loved playing prince, but his parents act like they actually are royalty. At least Roman's just performing.

Roman was tired. And his blankets were warm and comforting. And he spent all night waiting for his father's business partners to leave, because he had to sit in, to learn the business, and if Charles Prince's son looked interested in learning business, well, looking perfect in his partner's eyes is a welcome bonus.

Roman sighed as he flipped out of bed. See, he would've loved to sleep longer, but what most people don't know- is that he has a twin brother. Remus Prince. Remus is everything his parents despise. He's loud, vulgar, rebellious, independent, wild, uncontrollable. There isn't a day in the Prince Palace, (it's a mansion, but same difference), where Remus Prince wasn't getting yelled at or scolded or grounded. Roman wasn't allowed to like his brother, his parents would go ballistic on him. They wouldn't yell at him. No, the Princes don't yell. But they stare at you with blades of iron as they send ice to grip your gut and push it up through your throat. They guilt you and manipulate you, until there's no doubt that you're their obedient dog. They would increase their control on Roman until he was nothing more than a puppet, all because he didn't hate his twin brother. To be fair, you wouldn't like your friend if they associated pleasantly with a murderer, would you? And, there's no proof on weather or not Remus has killed someone, so...

Even though Roman wasn't allowed to be nice to his brother, he could still help him in subtle ways, so that's why he needed to get up earlier than he would like, to make sure Remus and his parents weren't alone.

Roman threw on his white t-shirt and red Letterman jacket. His left chest sporting a golden R with a silhouette of a crown resting on it. He threw on black jeans and styled his brown-auburn hair to perfection. In reality, Roman truly looked like a modern day prince, if a little stuck up. But, Roman felt like a raging dumpster fire. So, that's what he sees in the mirror, which makes the fire burn more. He takes a deep breath to try and quench his burning chest, and heads down stairs.

Unsurprisingly, Remus was there- sitting on the counter, his hand stuck in a blender splattered with red. Roman gaped at the scene, trying to process what he was seeing. After a moment of dumb downed time, Roman practically tripped down the rest of the stairs and stumbled to his counterpart.

"REMUS, WHAT H- WHAT THE F- WHAT HAPPENED, WHY- WH- !?" Roman could feel the fire flare inside him, and as the fumes rose up his throats, he discovered he couldn't breath. With no escape route at his nose or mouth, the smoke rose to his eyes where it turned to a salty liquid that Roman could just barely fight back.

Remus-...laughed? "Ro-bro, chill. It's just ketchup. Damn, you panicked hard, what happened to not caring about me?" Remus was initially shocked by the panic his twin fell into when he thought Remus blended his hand off. He was confused by the contrast to his normal behavior, but he enjoyed it nonetheless.

Roman sputtered, indignantly. He was stalling while he fought the tears back down and took a deep breath. He glared at his brother, "Not caring about you doesn't mean that I want you to be hopelessly mangled!"