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Janus helping Remus cover bruises before going to see Logan

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WARNING: SPOILERS FOR WTIT, LOGAN ANGST

So, after WTIT and seeing Logan’s eyes go orange, I thought “oh frick what if OTHER sides go through the same thing?” So, that’s basically what this is - a masterpost of all the painful things that could be said to Logan.

Prepare your heart for any ship you have with Logan in it - even I had to brace myself rereading these. 

Hallucinations

[Roman centric, background Remus, no pairings]

WARNINGS: UNSYMPATHETIC SIDES, HALLUCINATIONS, MENTIONS OF BRUISING

Pairings: none

(A/N: bingo card provided by @badthingshappenbingo​)

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Roman had a long day today. His face ached from smiling so much that it was a relief when he finally got to drop it as he shut himself in his room. He sits down on the bed and sighs. It was another day of failed ideas and ego bruising remarks. Roman’s grown used to it by now and lets the bruises throb until they fade away into numbness. He sighs and tosses his worn red binder aside. It’s dented and stained and ripped from past anger fits. It’s useless and broken. Just like him. He’s surprised the others haven’t ejected him from his seat at the table or replaced him with Remus. Why use a creativity that can’t function right when the real creativity can give them the full spectrum they need? 

The princely side shakes his head and rubs at his face despite the faded bruises there. He breathes in to stop the tears from falling so soon. He doesn’t want to cry now. He’s exhausted. He wants to run away and hide or maybe find a world where no one expects so much out of him and he can be himself. A world where he’s treated fairly and his mistakes aren’t all that he is. 

Roman glances over to the door to the Imagination. He could create such a world but...he couldn’t just leave. He would only be copying Virgil. Even that wasn’t original. Though...there’s one other place Roman loves running away to. Especially when things hurt too much at home and he doesn’t want the sweet lies the others keep feeding him. So Roman stands and heads out the door to the Imagination. He steps on through to the other side and walks into an empty theater.  

The theater used to be so grand and elegant, bright red curtains adorning the stage and accompanying the shiny hardwood floors. The seats used to be filled with an adoring audience. Music used to fill the air. But now? Darkness replaced the gold lights and dust danced in the spotlights as they weakly flickered on. Silence hung heavily in the air and had destroyed the echoing melodies that used to play throughout the theater. It’s cold. Not bone-chilling, make-you-shiver cold but a numb and empty kind of cold that often comes with loneliness. 

It fits, Roman thinks. He’s been really lonely lately with no one on his side and almost everyone avoiding him more and more. He sighs and makes his way to the stage, his footsteps resounding loudly in the theater. He climbs up on stage and turns to face the empty seats. Then...Roman finds himself sinking to his knees, the old spotlights creak and turn on him. He can feel the heat from the light, burning rather than warm and comforting like it used to be. He sighs and feels the stage floor, creating a scenario like he always did. But this show was not like the others.

The stage morphs into a familiar living room and Roman’s spot is dead center in the front. Roman sighs and stands, moving to take his place in front of the tv and lamp. He pauses, staring at his tired reflection in the glass of the tv screen. Part of him wonders if he even deserved to be in his spot ever again.

Lost in thought, Roman doesn’t hear the rotting wooden theatre door creak open. He doesn’t hear the loud but hesitant footsteps or the call of his name. He doesn’t hear Remus’ joke or lilt of concern. Remus is left confused, watching his twin gaze at the tv. He hadn’t expected Roman to be here. It’s been many months since Roman has stepped into this theatre and Remus doesn’t recall it ever being this...broken down. He knows his twin preferred to keep this place clean and blindingly bright. Now, it’s just sad to see it in near ruin. Unsure of what else to do, Remus plops down in a nearby seat. 

At that moment, Roman turns to face the other way. Only, he doesn’t see Remus or the empty seats anymore, he sees the living room. He sees the other sides staring at him. He sees Thomas frowning in disappointment. It feels cold but the gazes that the others give are much colder. Heavier even. It makes Roman feel so shameful. Tired, dull eyes gaze at the many faces glaring at him. Then the hallucina-play begins as Patton steps forward.

“Kiddo, do you have anything to say for yourself? How could you treat Janus that way?” Patton frowns.

“I...I’m sorry…” Roman whimpers meekly.

Janus scoffs.

“You hesitated. Did you even mean that?” he spits.

Remus frowns, watching Roman talk to what looks like ghost versions of the sides. Weird. He says nothing and watches on, wondering what Roman is doing. Roman doesn’t seem like the type to do weird shit like this.

The show continues as Roman whimpers again, head bowed.

“I’m sorry!” he squeaks, trembling as he tries so very hard not to cry.

Patton puts his hands on his hips.

“Sorry for what, Roman?” he says in a voice that the real Patton would never use. 

It almost sounds so...angry.

Roman shivers in fear and Remus feels his gut twist in a bad way which is very rare.

“I-I’m sorry for being mean to you, Janus.” Roman mumbles.

Patton huffs and it almost makes Remus growl.

“Now, kiddo, princes don’t mumble. Speak up.” the dad side chides.

Roman flinches. He never used to flinch. At least when Janus or Patton aren’t around.

Remus feels sick. Hardly anything makes him feel sick but seeing his brother like this...just feels completely wrong. What were they doing to him?

Roman trembles, head still bowed.

“I-I’m sorry for being mean to you, Janus.” he says, louder and clearer. 

Janus looks at him and scoffs.

“That’s an apology? It doesn’t even sound sincere and I would know. I don’t forgive you.”

Roman...Roman sniffles, a tear slipping out.

“I-I’m sorry...I’m sorry...I’m sorry…” he repeats, stuck like a scratched CD.

Janus rolls his eyes and honestly? Remus wants to bash the snake’s head in. Even if it weren’t the real snake. What had he done to his brother? Is that what Roman felt like about them?

“You can’t even apologize right. Wow. Is there anything you can do right?” Janus sneers.

Remus growls. It’s not real but the fact that this is what Roman felt like under the others...it made his heart feel mushy and heavy. Gross. Still, what had those idiots done to make Roman turns to these...hallucinations?

Roman trembles more, tears up more. 

“I…”

“Please, the only thing he can do is be an arrogant, selfish, asshole.” comes Virgil’s annoyed voice as he appears on the stairs.

Patton giggles but it’s not his disgustingly bright and sweet giggles. It sounds more like he’s taunting the creative side.

“Despite the language, I agree. Come on, kiddo. We know you can do better.”

Roman says nothing, falling to his knees as his trembles turn into shaking.

“I-I’m trying.”

“Try harder, Roman.” comes Logan’s voice from beside the stairs. “And trash these. It’s just a waste of space.”

Roman looks up and Remus catches a glimpse of a bruised face before his twin is buried in papers.

Remus gasps, moving to help but pausing when he sees Roman’s head poke out from the massive pile of papers.

“Ro…”

Roman sniffles.

“I worked hard on these…” he mumbled.

Logan glares at Roman coldly. More than the real Logan would.

“And yet, none of them are good enough.” Logan spits, tossing the box at Roman’s head. 

Roman yelps as the box hits him but doesn’t fight back. It’s like he already knows what would happen if he did.

Remus feels anger bubble up inside him. This is so wrong. So fucking wrong.

Roman shifts, some papers sliding off the pile and down to the floor. He says nothing, body shaking from his silent sobs.

“Crybaby.” Virgil huffs.

“He calls himself a prince?” Janus rolls his eyes.

“Only big boys can be princes. Looks like someone needs to grow up.” Patton giggles again.

“How can he grow up when he lacks a brain?” Logan sneers. 

Roman lets a sob out, the papers falling around him. He wraps his arms around himself, wincing in pain. Then more sobs come.

“Stop! Please! It hurts!” he wails.

Remus feels his heart ache and parts of his body as he feels his twin’s pain.

What. the. Hell.

The fake sides only laugh and laugh and laugh, the sound of it growing louder.

Roman’s wails are drowned out.

Remus can’t watch anymore and stands up, running towards the stage. As he clambers up, Roman’s breath hitches and quickens. Before Remus can get to him, his twin slumps over and the scene around him disappears. Silence settles back in and Remus feels more sick than ever as he kneels by his brother. His brother is horribly bruised. Red, yellow, sky blue, navy blue, and purple color his face and Remus wishes it were smeared paint instead. 

The intrusive side sighs and picks up his brother, bridal style. He carries his brother off the stage and towards the doors. He still couldn’t believe his twin was hurting this bad. Did the light sides just not care? Did Janus’ head grow now that he was accepted too? Remus doesn’t know but he was angry. He may not show it but he does care about his twin. Once he took care of Roman and got him in bed, Remus was going to have a word with the others. 

That’s right, I’m calling us out on our shit. Trust me, I love seeing some evil daddy as much as the next person, bUT EVIL DADDY IS THE ONLY ONE PEOPLE USE!

Where’s my Unsympathetic!Logan setting stressful deadlines and expectations on all the other sides, and hurting them for minor mistakes?!

Where’s my Unsympathetic!Roman constantly degrading and bossing around all the other sides, threatening them with his creative powers if they refuse?! (step on me kink-havers, get ready, he got heels and will gladly take a human foot-rest)

Where’s my Unsympathetic!Virgil just being a general bitch to everyone, having sway in the psychological torment department due to his role as anxiety?!

Mini Bingos and Flash Bingos

Ao3 tag: (UaA_Sides2021)

Monday, September 27 - Sunday, November 7 [Length 42 days || 6 weeks]

Taglist: @psychedelicships @jwillowwolf @lost-in-thought-20 @stardustlv​

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Chapter 12: Side Of The Angels.

Warnings: weapons, fight scenes, violent scenes, swearing

“We have all learned to kill our dreams.”

Virgil started to count in his mind, the fact that his body was shaking with a rage he hadn’t felt in years wasn’t going to help him save Logan. He had no idea how he took Logan, but there was no way in hell he would let anything to his husband. His hands were shaking again, but when Thomas put his hand lightly on Virgil’s back, he started to relax. He needed to think rationally, letting Patton get to him wasn’t going to help.

Patton stared at him, the look on his face was unreadable to begin with. Then slowly, he began to laugh softly, then it grew louder and more maniacal until the three of them shuddered in fear. What the hell was wrong with this guy? He eventually calmed down and wiped away the tears that formed while he was laughing.

“Oh, sorry kiddos! I mean come on, what did you expect? My goal was to have Logan removed from the equation so you would come back to me. Of course I was going to take him at the first possible opportunity! I mean, I know I run the risk of become predictable… but I know what I want, and I want you back where you belong. With us. With me.” As if on cue, the others slowly emerged from several places around the house surrounding the three of them. Roman and Janus had their eyes fixed on Thomas and Nico, trying to make Virgil more vulnerable. He looked around and Nico looked at him before nodding, it was going to be okay, he knew it.

“Bring. Back. Logan. Now.” He launched forward towards Patton, and for once in his life, Patton was armed… with Virgil’s daggers. He blocked every blow, and Virgil had a few close scrapes in return. He ducked, dodged pushing forward with every step. The only problem with fighting with the person who trained you, is that they know everything about you. If Virgil ducked down to attack, Patton was already blocking it. He had to think of a way to catch Patton off guard. He was thrown off by the smile that never left Patton’s face. He was enjoying this. He was enjoying the fact that Virgil was being forced to fight again. Something he has been able to avoid in years. He shook that thought away from his mind, and when Patton had both daggers in the air, Virgil kicked back forcefully and Patton doubled over in pain. He managed to block one more time before Virgil lunged forward and cut Patton’s arm, forcing him to drop one of the daggers. He pointed it at Patton who was desperately trying to get his breath back while clutching his arm.