“Heh. I think I’m dying.”

Creativity’s voice was quiet when he spoke, but nobody was around to hear him anyways.

He hadn’t left his room in a couple of days. Not that he didn’t want to. The room had just locked him inside, so he’d spent most of his time trying to draw, or, just lay on his bed to think, like he was doing now.

Romulus had known something was wrong quite a while before this occurred, though. He’d felt it inside him. Like he was being pulled apart.

Letting out a sigh, he shook his head a little. Sure, this was bad, but it would get better. He just had to convince himself.

“Romulus always comes out on top,” he muttered.

“Not this time.”

When he heard that voice, he wasn’t sure if he made it up or not. That was, until he pulled his gaze away from the ceiling to look around his room.

There, beside his bed, stood a figure. Romulus couldn’t quite see their face, or what they looked like, but they had a vague red glow around them.

Their words made him frown a bit, “But.. I’m supposed to protect Thomas. That is my purpose.” he told them.

“Well, now your purpose is to die.”

Romulus watched as a green figure appeared beside the red one, and he began to feel a strange void in his chest. Like he was being pulled away.

“Oh..” he mumbled, as he looked back to the ceiling.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be okay in the end.” The red one said.

“Really..?”

“Just kidding!”

The green figure snickered, like he was making fun of him for believing the red one for a brief moment.

“You are not a hero,”

“You have become obsolete, Romulus.”

And with those words, the pair disappeared into thin air.

He thought about their words as he felt his body get lighter. He didn’t want to believe them. What about his purpose..? What of Thomas’s creativity..?

“No..” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper now.