The Void (TEMPORARILY DISCONTINUED)

The Conversation

Recap:
When did I start laying on the floor? I know I'm not asleep because I don't dream anymore. I would be aware if I was asleep. My eyes are also open so that's a pretty good factor on why I'm awake.

"Yeah hold on, just give me a sec. I just gotta toss this out."

Continued:
Wait...

WAIT WAS THAT SOMEONE TALKING?!

I sprung up from my laying position on the floor with my heart racing so fast and so hard I could hear it in my ears.

"Hh!-"

I choked on the sound trying to come out of my throat.

I really shouldn't have talked to myself more, otherwise I would've been able to actually say something rn.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Remus appeared before me. The moment we made eye contact, he dropped whatever it was he had in his hand and it vanished into think air.

"Re!- Rem!- agk!-"

I reached for my throat as an attempt to try to sooth the roaring pain in my throat.

"Roman? What are you-"

When words fail me, that's when I act.

I ran forward and leapt onto him and hugged with with all the strength I had left.

"Wait, buddy, what's happening and why are you hugging me?"

He slowly brought his arms around me with hesitation.

I brought my voice down to a whisper.

"I-I never thought I'd s-see any o-of you again! I've b-been in here f-for so long!"

He quickly but carefully pushed me off with a look of both concern and confusion.

"Sorry for the w-whisper-pering, I haven't talked m-much since I've been in here."

"Since you've been in here? What the hell are you talking about? You're right in the other room. Is this some kind of trick?"

"I- what? What are you talking about? I've been in here for ages! Haven't you noticed?"

"Remus! Bro! What's talking you so long? Did you get lost? Do you need the brave, smart, and dashing Roman to come save the damsel in distress?"

Both of our eyes widened as we realized that there is something extremely wrong.

Remus tried to conjure up something, but failed since this place seems to stop us from doing that, but got into a fighting stance anyway.

"Remus please, you have to believe me! Whoever the hell is out there is not me, they have you fooled!"

Remus squinted his eyes but stayed in that position.

"And how can I believe you?"

"Um...the mark! I have the mark! I doubt whoever is impersonating me has the mark!"

I pulled up my sleeve the to reveal the symbol of the King on my left wrist. Both Remus and I have had it since the split. Mine is red whilst his is green.

Rough sketch of what it looks like:

(King's mark is on both of his wrists)

He cautiously approached me cautiously and then aggressively started to rub my arm, most likely to see if it would come off.

"Ow you little shit! That hurts!"

He backed away and got back into his defensive stance.

"Well, whatever. It could still be fake and just need some water or some shit. You're gonna have to do better than that if you want to convince me."

"When we were kids, you wanted to know was squid ink tasted like so against my better judgement, you conjured you one and scared it so much, the ink got in your eyes instead of your mouth. I conjured up a towel but you insisted on using a glass sheet, which broke the moment you rubbed your eye with it."

I pointed to his barely visible scar that goes across his right eye.

"That's how you got that scar right there on your eye. Everyone has forgotten about your scar, but I can still see it. We never told anyone anyone about what happened, not because you were embarrassed, but because you wanted people to keep on guessing what happened."

In all honesty, I think about that a lot, even before I was stuck here.

Remus' arms fell to his side as he let out a breath he was holding.

"Yep. Definitely you. There's no way anyone else could know about that. Anyway, then who the fuck is out there? See it can't be me, daddy, nerdy wolverine, tickle-me-emo, or Jan-Jan, because they're all out there waiting with the fake you. So who could it-"

"There's only one person it can be..."

"Who?"

"Him."

"Oh, oh no...it couldn't possibly be him, could it?"

Before I got the chance to answer he grabbed my arm and held out some sort of key. I looked at the label on it.

'Dreamyard'

The Dreamyard, of course! That makes so much sense!

The Dreamyard is a place where "broken things" come to be thrown out. It's like a giant trash can, once you throw something away in here, you can never get it back. I've only ever came here to throw away broken hopes and dreams Thomas has given up on.

Remus stuck the key in the darkness and a bright white portal appeared. He started to go through it, but hesitated.

"Do you think it's a good idea to walk in there while your imposter is in there with no plan?"

He does have a point. There's no way we can go in there guns blazing with no plan.

He stepped out of the portal and pulled the key out, closing it in the process.

Half of me was screaming at him to reopen it so I can finally get out of here, but the other half of me is kind of afraid to see what's waiting for me on the other side.

"Okay, I don't want to leave you in here any longer than you have been here, speaking of which, how long have you been in here?"

I shifted on my feet a little bit.

"I honestly don't know. I lost track of time after the first few days in here. There was no way I could possibly get back on track either."

"Okay, then what was the last thing you remember doing before being put in here?"

"The last thing I remember is watching Frozen with you, Pat, Logan, Virge, and Thomas. And Janus popping in. I never even got to go see Frozen II. Oh speaking of Janus, has he finally revealed his name yet?"

Remus's jaw dropped slightly.

"Roman, is watching Frozen was in November..."

"Yes I remember that being in November."

"That was almost a year ago. It's October of 2020..."