Prince Römische

Römische stared blankly at his mirror as the blood dripped onto the carpet. His reflection, obviously, reflected him but..it wasn't present him that it was reflecting. 
          
          "You need me! You're worthless without me!" The reflection yelled, causing a lone tear to fall from Römische's cheek. 
          
          "I..I'm no longer Passion. I have to accept that even if that means I'll be alone.." Römische mumbled, placing a bloody hand onto the mirror. "I wish there was another way.."
          
          "Please Rö.. You still have some of me left in you. Please reconsider.." Passion begged, not wanting to be erased for good. 
          
          "I'm sorry.." The dark Prince whispered. 

Fun facts about Roman:
          
          -Mental health issues 
          
          -Cannot stand being touched unless it's Virgil touching him 
          
          -Can and will steal your jar of pickles
          
          -Fuck you Roman, I know you touched my drum set 
          
          -Will sing disney during the day but Rusty Cage at night
          
          -Can be summed up in one song: Dreamcatcher by Set It Off
          
          -Patton is a no-no

ı wıśһ ı ṅєṿєя śקȏҡє
          ṅȏw ı ɢȏṭṭѧ wѧśһ ṃʏ ṃȏȗṭһ ȏȗṭ wıṭһ śȏѧק. 

"I seek death! Give me death!"

//Day 4 of Halloween
          ——
          “Is he awake yet?” A quiet voice asked. Deceit looked up to see Despair and Depression standing in the doorway. He shook his head with a quiet sigh. The two walked over to where he sat and sat down next to him. 
          
          “How long has he been unconscious?” Another voice asked. A blur of black-ish blue rushed over to them. Logan was knelt in front of Deceit, fear in his eyes despite the calm look he had. 
          
          “N-not that long.” Deceit stuttered out. “I /haven’t/ been trying to wake him up...” He held the dark prince closer to him, fearful of him fading away or dying again. Tears went unshed in his eyes as he looked at Logan with desperation. 
          
          “I need you to tell me exactly what happened when you found him.” Logan murmured softly, not wanting to break the cracking man. He gently caressed snek boi’s cheek, placing his other hand on the unconscious man’s head to feel if he has a fever. 
          
          Nope. His skin was ice cold yet he wasn’t shivering. 
          
          “W-we /haven’t/ all been b-busy and left him by himself..” Deceit explained the best he could. “I-it’s /not/ my fault..”
          
          “You’re right, it’s not. We left him by himself and his doubt overwhelmed him, making the shadows more powerful..” Depression sighed. He fiddled with his sleeves. “We’re all to blame this time.. Despair has to watch over Spencer, Rage and I have been hanging out with Insecurity, and Papa has been making sure Remus doesn’t upset the Lights..”
          
          Rage punched the wall next to him in anger. Tears, red hot due to his anger, streamed down his cheeks as he beat the wall until his knuckles bled. He only stopped when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him. 
          
          Logan sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, his hands shook as he tried to think of what to do. “L-let’s keep him on the Light Sides area, just until he stabilizes.”
          
          The others nodded and they sank out, appearing in Logan’s room.

//Day 3 of Halloween
          ——
          “They hate you~”
          “You’re a burden to them~”
          
          The shadows whispered as Rage pulled Self Doubt into his arms. The bedroom somehow darkened even more, causing Ray to slowly back out of the room, trying not to be overwhelmed with doubt. Deceit and Depression, whom had been standing in the doorway for safety purposes, pulled the two out of the room. Depression slammed the door shut as the whispering got louder. 
          
          “Depression, go get Despair. Rage, go get Logic. I’ll try to wake up Self Doubt.” Deceit commanded. He only ever used their trait names when he was upset, scolding them, or, in this case, in dad mode. 
          
          “Yes sir!” The two saluted. Rage passed the unconscious boy to his fatherly figure before rushing off with Depression to go get the other two Sides. 
          
          Deceit brought Self Doubt to the part of the Mindpalace that only the five dark Sides and Logic knew about. “Please don’t die on me again, Römische... I’m sorry I wasn’t there to keep them away, just please.... not again....”

//Day 2 of Halloween
          ——
          The dark prince seemed. . .off. . . . The shadows seemed to always be surrounding him, echoing his thoughts and doubts. He had shut himself away despite the desperate Sides pounding on his door,  trying to get through to him.
          
          “Römische!” He heard Depression call out. “If you don’t open your goddam door, Ray will kick it down!”
          
          He heard murmurs outside his door but he couldn’t move. He felt frozen in his spot as the shadows swirled around him again, whispering to his as he grew dizzy. 
          
          “Self Doubt, this isn’t funny! I get it, it’s October, but this isn’t a nice prank!” Deceit pounded on the door. “Rage! Kick it down!”
          
          He could faintly make out light entering his dark room and colored blobs running towards him. He couldn’t figure out whether it was his imagination or if his family was really there. Maybe he’s just been alone for too long without someone with him. 
          
          “Logan!” He heard a voice call faintly. The last thing he saw before passing out was a red-orange figure grabbing him as the shadows got darker. Then everything went black. . .

//Day 1 of Halloween
          ——
          Römische was a bouncing around in a black Jack Skellington hoodie and tight black skinny jeans with blood red patches at the knees. A dull gold crown rested on his head and he covered his lemur marks (the black under his eyes) with red eye shadow. 
          
          “THIS IS HALLOWEEN!” Römische shouted happily. “Who’s ready for the spooky season?!” He looked around the living room, only to see that it was once again empty. With a defeated sigh, the dark prince grabbed his dagger and went to go find someone to bother.
          
          He was getting tired of how no one was ever around anymore. Ever since Deceit granted Remus permission to reveal himself to Thomas, it was like no one bothered to take notice how much change was going on. Myles and Ray were always hanging out with Remus, Deceit was usually with the light sides. 
          
          Hell, even Envy and Pain seemed to find each other’s company more enjoyable that Römische’s!
          
          With a heavy sigh, he went back to his room. Shadows followed him as his eyes turned light pink. He was fine.
          
          Absolutely fine.
          
          That’s totally not a lie.
          
          Locking himself in his room again, he gathered all his horror movies, snuggled up in his blankets, and prepared for another day alone.

"Let's face the facts and come to terms, it's time you realize," Römische started, trying to get his goddamn point across to Deceit, "all I'm good for is hurting people."
          
          "Rö, son, that's /absolutely/ true. You /dont/ help us and you /always/ hurt me," Deceit was to panicked to speak in truths. "/Dont/ put the dagger down and step away from the railing."
          
          The father trait slowly made his way over to where the dark prince was. He quickly took the dagger and threw it over the railing before pulling his "son" I to a tight hug. 
          
          "You /dont/ deserve and live and you are /not/ still a good guy.." Deceit murmured. 
          
          "I'm not who I used to be.." Römische mumbled in response as he hugged his fatherly figure tightly.

"Am I a bottom or a top?"