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Janus was staying up late, sitting in his room, when another side he had never seen before suddenly appeared in the corner.

"Deeeeee!" the figured whined. "It's been forever since you've come to visit me! I'm so boooooored!"

Janus blinked, confused for a minute before he figured out who the other side was.

"Oh, you must be Remus!" he exclaimed.

"Uh, yeah, who else would I be? Roman?" Remus confirmed, putting his hands on his hips. "What, did beetles eat your brain or something."

What?

"Um. No."

"So, why haven't you come to visit me?!" Remus demanded. "I have so many ideas I have to show you!"

"Oh, sorry," Janus apologized. "Well. I have amnesia from an unknown cause at the moment. I didn't know we had plans. Um. The others kind of hinted for me to stay away from you…"

"Those jerks! I'm gonna chew on their intestines! Or unleash killer chihuahua wasps on them!" Remus exclaimed, throwing his arms around. "Or write them a strongly worded email! Full of bees!"

Janus honestly wasn't sure what the other side was talking about, and he felt like the other's words should scare him, but instead, he felt a sense of… familiarity?

"Oh. Wait. Amnesia," Remus suddenly stopped ranting and turned back toward him. "So you don't remember anything?"

"Nothing from after Thomas was 7."

"So, you don't remember me."

"I'm afraid not."

Remus stomped his foot.

"That's not fair! You're my friend! Whatever they did, those stupid Light Sides don't get to keep you!"

"Um. I don't think they did anything," Janus attempted to calm the other man. "But we can… still be friends, if you want."

"Really?!"

"Um. Yes?"

Remus's face shifted into a wide, scary grin as he took Janus by the hands.

"Great! Let's go see the vampire zombie swans I made then! Ooo, and plague squids!" he chattered. "And I have to show you the new weapons I made! They're all pointy and deadly."

Remus leaned in toward him conspiratorially.

"One of them has to do with butts," he spoke as if he was sweetening a deal. "Come on, let's go!"

"Oh. Right now?"

"Yup!"

"... Okay, then…"

His mind was telling him that, as Survival, he should probably not go with the strange man who wanted to show him undead bird monsters, but oddly, he found that his mind wasn't ringing the warning bells like it should be. It must be because he wasn't really Survival anymore, and now that his initial panic about losing his memories had died down- and now that he didn't control fight or flight anymore- his reactions to things were calmer.

Or maybe it just felt nice that someone appeared to actually miss him.

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