#prinxiety?

But his thoughts were interrupted by his hand grazing the nightstand by the bed and knocking a glass of it. Luckily, before it could hit the ground and shatter, waking the sleeping figure that was beside him on the bed, Roman caught it with surprising ease.

Something about his hand and being able to catch it irked him, but he thought it wasn’t really important. The vague notion that the last thing he remembered he had serious injuries filtered through his mind, but were waved off as he would feel and see if he had hurt himself… right?

Roman winced and stifled a cry of sudden pain as he stood up, feeling a stab in his feet like the glass had broken and he had stepped on a broken piece, but when he looked down and investigated the bottom of his feet, he didn’t find anything. He swayed for a moment at the sudden pain, but as quickly as it came, the pain faded.

The room around was littered with some clothes scattered around on various surfaces, though they didn’t look like they were laid out that way suggestively. Because Roman was still wearing, still wearing a hospital gown?

Roman looked down again at his feet and swore the hospital gown he was seeing wasn’t there a moment before when he looked down at his feet initially.

Another stab of pain swept through his head this time, and it took all his will power to not fall over from it.

Huh? OW!

But suddenly, the pain was again gone the moment it got to its peak. Roman looked back down at his feet and just saw a red shirt and some Disney character pajama pants.

I like Disney. I’m… pretty sure. …..What was I thinking about again?

Roman shrugged and took measured steps, navigating the room. The bedroom he was in.

He looked back at the figure that was beside him on the bed. They were probably the one who smelled like lavender, scratch that, they were definitely the one who smelled like lavender. What he didn’t notice before about the bed was that the covers had some words on it, Roman recognized that some were from various literature, though he didn’t remember which or ever reading the books. Most of them cited… Shakespeare the playwright Shakespeare, Roman thought he must like him, something told him he enjoyed dramatics and acting.

Other than that, the room didn’t have much more of anything that stood out. Various articles of purple clothing were interspersed with the mainly red clothing across various surfaces.

Roman again felt that previously searing pain arc through his foot, but it was more subdued and distant this time. He wondered exactly what he was doing, he wasn’t really thinking about where he was going.

Then he saw the door out of the corner of his eye, and if they were in a cartoon, you would see a lightbulb light up above his head.

The door!

Of course!

How could he have been so blind?

Roman walked over to it with a purpose, though there was a small voice in the back of his mind that was trying to convince him not too. But he felt so good and fuzzy in the bedroom, he wondered what the rest of the house would feel like.

Roman gripped the doorknob, which was surprisingly cold, and opened the door cautiously to see what was on the other side. Strangely, as he saw the hallway was a perfectly normal hallway, he let out a deep breath he didn’t realize he had been holding.

As Roman stepped out in the hallway, the fuzzy feeling did change, his eyes suddenly hurt, like there was a bright light in the hallway, but the hallway was actually much dimmer than the morning sun lit bedroom. Roman shrugged that off as he stepped further into the hallway, instinctually, Roman turned to close the door, but when he turned to it, it closed in his face, making him jump. He heard a shout from behind it as it did so as well, sounding like someone muffledly saying “Wake up!”

Somehow, Roman suddenly lost his footing at the shock of the door closing and had to veer into the wall to hold himself up. When he gathered himself enough to become steady on his feet once again, he looked up and down the hall, and his heart skipped a beat.

There were dark figures at the end of the hallway and they had no faces. But even without eyes, Roman knew they were looking at him and they wanted to hurt him.

Almost the moment he spotted them, they started towards him and he turned to run down the other way down the hall, but saw another group of shadows coming from the other way. Right then, Roman knew he wouldn’t go down without a fight.

Prioritizing the shadows he knew would get there first, he brought his arms into a defensive position, ignoring how stiff they suddenly felt.

Probably the fear or adrenaline. Roman absentmindedly noted as the shadows grew closer.

When the first shadow got within reach, Roman swung at it, but it easily dodged and grabbed onto him. Though the shadow was just grappling him, he hissed in pain at the contact as just the shadow’s touch seemed to alight his nerve endings.

He swung again at the shadow grappling with him with his free hand, but before his fist could make contact, another shadow caught it and Roman cried out in pain as it felt like a hot poker was branding his whole arm at once.

Fuck that HURTS!

“Fuck off!” Roman yelled through the pain, still fighting the shadows.

But the shadows didn’t listen as they continued to grapple him, Roman felt tears come to his eyes, as if he didn’t escape their grasp, he knew he would be dead.

“Let me go! Please don’t kill me! I-” Roman faltered.

He was going to say something else, but for the first time, his situation hit him.

“I don’t know who I am! Don’t kill me please! I don't know who I am! PLEASE!”

Roman was crying desperate tears at this point as more shadows surrounded him, he saw a number of the shadows looking at something behind him. He knew he couldn’t successfully turn around while fighting the other shadows, so he did what he had to.

Roman used all of his strength to pry one of the shadows off of him and start to make a desperate attempt to escape, but then two things happened at once, one more painful than the other.

The first thing that happened was Roman felt a rip deep in his upper body that was then accompanied by an all-consuming pain as it felt like Roman’s stomach had split open. Roman screamed in absolute pain.

The second thing, that past the pain consuming his body he almost didn’t feel, was a small pinch in his neck.

Suddenly, his head started to get light and his limbs sluggish. The pain was still there, but it felt like it was just receding away as his body relaxed. He blinked sluggishly at the shadows in front of him, watching them gently reach out to do something. The shadows around him also loosened their grip on him for some reason.

He wanted to move, maybe not fight…

Why was he even fighting again? It was so fuzzy…

He felt so sleepy now, maybe he just needed to sleep. His body seemed to demand it now, so who was he to refuse

Roman’s mind screamed at him, for him to get up and move, but that voice got smaller and smaller as he got sleepier and sleepier. He felt himself be lowered and he actually heard voices come from the shadows.

“Fuck, he’s loosing blood! You gotta…”

“I know!”

“We need to get him….”

“ROMAN!”

That voice sounded familiar, he used a huge portion of willpower to try and search for the owner of the voice. He couldn’t think much now, but he was pretty sure he got his fuzzy feeling mouth to slur out a very unintelligible:

“Pattah?”

And with that, not hearing whether the familiar Patton-sounding shadow replied, he felt his head drop and his eyes close and he thought of nothing more.

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