#ghost sides

T: oh all of us are doing great! You know there’s some ups and downs but so far so good-

[Phone rings]

R: *Screaming*

P: *giggling*

L: Thomas your fries are burning

[Glass breaking noises]

T: IS THAT MY PHONE-

R: THE BOXY MECHANIC WON’T SHUT UP

L: Thomas your fries-

V: In conclusion yeah we good.

Roman Prince was born with a twin, but his brother died not long after being born. With it being a great loss his parents keep the child's-Remus'-ashes with them no matter where they live. One day when Roman is in highschool the urn holding his brother's ashes spills, some on them getting on him. As him and his family are rushing to get his cremated brother back into the urn Roman sees a kid the same age as him, one that looks almost identical to him.

Remus died at birth. When he died his spirit had no where to go with being as young as it was, so it latched on to the closest living thing. His brother. As Roman is raised Remus has to watch invisible to the world as he grows up in limbo. Until one day when his ashes spill onto his brother and he's finally seen by someone!

Remus follows his brother around in highschool as Roman tries to learn more about ghosts, how to ignore his brother's morbid thoughts, and why Remus aged in limbo. Remus is able to interact with the world after Roman starts being able to see him, and gets into a lot of shenanigans, including meeting a couple of other ghosts that he wasn't able to see before, and somehow, Roman is able to see them as well.

Roman gently wrapped his arm around Patton protectively. "Levitate objects, yes, to a certain degree."

"Due to our small size we are very limited to what all we can move." Patton explains while making a pencil float a bit off the ground.

"As for phasing through things, we are able to do so, but it's very draining. If too much energy is drained then we are left to be in a sort of sleep mode." Logan readjusted his glasses. "It's a weird and complicated phenomena."

Warnings: none that I can think of

Pairings: Prinxiety, Demus, Deceit, Remus, 

@sanderssidescelebrations

Thomas only sighed and waited for the door handle to return to looking like one, instead of Roman’s face. Perhaps watching a Christmas Carol this early in the year was a bad idea since it likely meant he’d have to wait before entering his house for months now.

It was a weird quirk everyone in his family shared. A few of their ancestors would gather around him as spirits and while most of his family could carry on with theirs as advisers or friends, the ones he had, well, preferred to just be ghosts rather than do anything useful like that.

“Watch your butts” The wail came as Thomas finally entered his home, ignoring the spirit diving through his stomach as he headed to hopefully just get a snack now he could relax after work. Remus had as much of a thing for going through Thomas as his brother did for copying haunting suggestions seen in movies.

Thoughts of a snack went out the window at the jelly stains over the window, finger marks through it saying he better get more. “Damn it Logan. I will spirit proof the cupboards instead. Perhaps the entire kitchen.” Thomas muttered, grabbing a cloth to wipe it all up as the glasses wearing ancestor popped through the counter glaring.

“That would be highly impolite, especially since you’ve already locked me out from the Library.” Logan protested. There were only two of his ancestors he could actually have half decent conversations with, and Logan was meant to be one of them. The issues came from him having two obsessions now he was back: Destroying books that contradicted the world view he insisted was scientifically accurate even though the science now outdated him by 2 centuries and the fruit spreads that tasted just like his grandmothers jam used to do, which generally meant it ended up all over the kitchen if he wanted ‘just a small taste’.

Thomas rolled his eyes. “One, that’s a study and since I’m still doing courses to learn about astronomy as well as the various other sciences, I cannot have someone destroying all my text books every week. Two, you promised you’d keep to the one jar I get for you each month and this is the third you’ve taken when it was meant for me, the actually living person in this house.”

Before Logan could say more he was shoved into the pantry by the ancestor who had died in a fire barging through. “Where’s my Pest! I’ve lost my lovely Pest!” He bemoaned. Thomas still hadn’t been told this ancestor’s name after having them around for years but at least he could tell who was meant. 

“Remus is in the garden probably making butts out of leaves again.” He sighed, too used to the pairs form of haunting. Honestly he did just think of himself as living in a haunted house now. None of the 6 people he had around him actually helped except occasionally for him to let emotions out to if Patton was in the mood.

Thinking of Patton, Thomas went to look for one of the last of his ancestors he hadn’t seen since coming home after finishing cleaning and getting a coffee.

Cupboards being left open and the cushions being gone from his sofa was enough to say where Patton was. Looking into the spare room just had Thomas closing his eyes and praying for peace again. 

He had no clue where the dolls staring from inside the pillow fort had come from but honestly hated that they all moved on their own to stare when he entered. “Pat. I’m sure I’ve told you not to steal dolls about a thousand times. Put them back wherever you found them. Actually, just get out of them so I can put them back wherever you found them. I don’t need anymore traumatised old ladies after last time.”

“But we were being thrown out. Can’t Patty take care of us.” The dolls speaking in unison was eerie even by Thomas’ standards, but his glare at least had the ancestor leaving them with a pout.

“Heya Tommy. Please can I keep them? The old lady next door doesn’t want them at all.” The pleading eyes had gotten around Thomas a few times over the years, but having dolls like that in his home was not going to happen.

“No, but if you move the blanket fort to the couch once more we might be able to have a movie night. What about a Toy Story marathon?” Thomas bargained, already grabbing a bag and gathering the dolls into it, assuming Patton meant they had come from the old lady who lived across the road this time throwing them out.

He got no response past blankets floating over his head. Thank heavens one of his ancestors could be distracted so easily.

As he passed the living room again there was slow music coming from it, and through all the blankets and pillows Patton was now moving Thomas could see Roman had found his other favourite thing to do. Roman was dancing a waltz with Virgil.

Just some lovely Moxiety, and the prompt ‘Haunted Carnival’

“I love you Patton, but do we really have to do this?” Virgil griped, following along slowly despite his hand being tugged on. “The place has been abandoned for years. If there really is someone there we should be calling childline to report it or something not - not this.”

Patton turned his pout back at him for the hundredth time since first mentioning what he’d heard while walking home a week ago. “But then we’d be wasting their time. Let’s just find whoever keeps crying and once we have them looked after we can call somewhere that will be able to take care of them for the long term.”

The reasoning sounded fairly logical, or at least it did until Virgil remembered they were talking about breaking into a long abandoned carnival because Patton thought there was a child inside it hurt or upset. His introspection instead of responding gave Patton enough time to climb through the gap in the fence though the hem of his jeans did get caught and tear.

“Where do you think they’d be hiding then?” He muttered, following through the gap, already glancing around for anything they might fall over as well as where the rides were that he hadn’t seen in almost a decade. “Probably somewhere inside, so should we check the ghost train, and crazy house first?”

“No, Those rides are far over there, and the crying always seems to be close to this area. Perhaps there’s a space in the middle of the carousel they could hide in? It’s all sheltered anyway.” Patton insisted, waving towards the opposite side of the park, before heading off to their right.

Virgil did follow at first until the other started climbing over each of the rides, looking for any spaces that children could hear, even as they both began to pick up the sound of crying again. “Why are you putting yourself in more danger, Pat? Just stick to the pathways. We can follow our ears now so safe routes to find the children is better, right?”

“But what if there are other kids hiding as well?” The wide eyes would usually have him folding but when the risk of getting injured was as high as it could be in an abandoned carnival in the middle or the night, Virgil was not going to bend. 

“Pathways, or I am calling Thomas and asking what he thinks we should do.” Sometimes it was the best thing to suggest for either of them to listen to the requests that they bring in their old teacher for help on a situation. He’d taught them a lot over the years, but looking out for each other was the strongest lesson.

It did the trick though as Patton easily scrambled off the teacups ride he’d been stood on, grabbing his hand though still looking disgruntled. “Fine then.”

The crying had stopped shortly before they managed to reach the carousel, but even with them both looking around it there could be no way to shelter or hide in the middle section of it. Any doors were just to small cupboards and the buttons were rusted over, unlikely to work after years of neglect, not that either really wanted to press them.

“Where else could they-” Virgil’s words were cut off by the ride turning on though he’d been stood at the edge of it looking over the other nearby rides.

“What Did You DO!?” He yelled, turning around, expecting that Patton would be near the buttons.

He wasn’t though. He was sprawled in one of the carriages, having fallen as soon as the movement and music started. “I didn’t touch anything. What’s going on, how does this even work? The news said all electrical wires were cut when they shut it down.”

Their fear was reflected between them, but instead of letting himself panic, Virgil took a few deep breaths, clinging to one of the horses to remain standing. “Apparently, the crying you heard was a ghost, and now they want us to enjoy the ride.” He tried to phrase it in a happy way, knowing anything scary or threatening would upset his boyfriend more. “Why don’t you take a couple of deep breaths and come over to me when you can? I’m going to work my way over to you as well.”

He just got a nod in response, though there was movement in one of the mirrors which couldn’t have been reflected. “Okay, perhaps if they want us to enjoy this we should just smile. It’s a fun ride isn’t it? We loved the one we went on at Christmas, and this is just like that.” Virgil kept his voice steady, holding all his panic over the situation in as he spoke of happy things.

The sound of giggling and two translucent figures appearing opposite Patton in the carriage had them both freezing again, before Patton scrambled out of it, waving, and wearing a bright grin, even as the grip he managed to get on Virgil’s arm was tight enough to bruise.

“Lovely to meet you, kiddos, but, we really need to be heading home now.” Pat explained, looking at the spinning world from the carousel, and glancing to Virgil. It was slow enough that they could safely jump off as long as they timed it to face the clear pathway. “Enjoy the rest of the carnival.” He called as Virgil tugged his arm to say jump.

The giggled followed them through the route they’d taken, all the way until the gap in the fence again.

“Perhaps next time we hear crying we can actually report it?” Virgil commented, through another fake grin as they waved to the translucent boys that had followed them still.