Warnings -
Swearing, blood mention, lots of angst, Possible POF spoilers, dirty thoughts, Remus has his own intrusive thoughts, self deprecating thoughts, Remus doesn't really understand love, kinda unsympathetic Deceit, unsympathetic Light Sides, unsympathetic Wrath, physical, emotional and verbal abuse, loneliness, touch starvation, Remus being Remus... kinda.
"You won't be alone."
"You won't be alone."
"You won't be alone."
"You won't be alone."
"You'll be with Wrath."
"Wrath."
Janus' words tingled. They tickled and fluttered around his mind, like tiny devils with feathers, until each section of his brain itched. His fingers couldn't help but claw into the flesh of his scalp, scraping his jagged and dirt filled nails through it. He needed to stop the itch. Put out the fire engulfing his thoughts. Kill the demons dancing around his head.
Salty rivers drowned out and blurred his vision, eyes blood shot red and swollen until he could barely open them. Strangled gasps squeezed past his windpipe, pathetic and pointless. No one would hear him now. No one would care that the evil half of Creativity was utterly shattered beyond repair. No amount of glue and tape could keep his heart from falling apart.
No one cares about you.
Scratch! Scratch! Scratch!
Everyone hates you, Remus.
Scrape! Scratch! Scrape!
You're pathetic! No one would ever want you in their lives!
Scratch! Yank! Scrape!
Loser!
Freak!
Creep!
Pervert!
Ugly!
Monster!
EVIL! EVIL! EVIL!
"Stop it! Stop!" It was more of a sob than a scream. If anyone were to care... if anyone were to pass by his door at that particular moment, Remus, without a doubt, would launch himself into their arms. If anyone heard his pleas, felt his pain, and saw the anguish swirling around his room... Remus would very much beg for their affection, their touch, even if it hurt.
But no one did.
No one ever walked passed his door anymore.
No one ever knocked.
No one seemed to care that he was broken.
Do you really think anyone would miss you?
You're the BAD half of Creativity.
It would be easier if you just... ducked out.
Left.
To the Subconscious, maybe?
The last thing Remus wanted was to be alone. But to be alone with your thoughts... with the theories and images which would keep any sane person up at night, was by far his worst fear come true.
Janus hates you.
He left you, just like Virgil left him.
He's gone and forgotten you.
I bet he doesn't even remember your name -
"Shut up!" Remus scrubbed at his eyes, tears beading from the corners, and huddled close against his knees. "He'll come back! They all will. Virgil, too. They'll come back for me. They... they have to!" burying his head between his thighs, Remus sniffled out a few more pathetic and unheard whimpers. "Th-they have to..."
And then there was an ugly knock on the door, jolting him out of his own harrowing thoughts. His neck cracked as his head snapped up to stare at the green chipped and painted wood. Remus' bloodshot eyes were suddenly hopeful, gleaming and brighter than they had been since Janus left.
"Juh-Janus?" The Creative trait scrambled up from the floor, knees scraping halfheartedly across the ground. "Ahahaha! I knew you'd come back! I said, just there, that you would." Remus scampered over to the door, tears no longer staining his cheeks, eyes wide and grin toothy. "You had me for a second, but I knew." They often pranked one another whenever they were bored, and that's just what this had been, right? A prank? "Maybe next time, instead of leaving, you could just slap me in the face with your dicks or something?" You'd fucking like that, wouldn't you, slut?
Granted, it had only been two days since Janus abandoned him, Remus' concept of time tended to slip here and there. As well as his grip on reality, which everyone knew, of course. But this knock was real, and it wasn't just in his head. Not like the others. This one was louder, more forceful, like they wanted to see him.
I'm wanted!
Manic, shaking hands flung open the door. There was no time to brace himself for the excitement at seeing his best friend. The thud of his heart echoed throughout his chest, exaggerated and over filled lungs, cheeks puffing out as his smile widened, until it registered.
His excitement now replaced with fear and confusion. Lips faltering downward, heart unsteady just as before but for a completely different reason. The eyes his own were staring back at were not the miss-matched ones of his fellow friend... Eyes of fire bore into his soul, narrowed and dark despite their brightness.
"Wr-Wrath..." Remus forced out past the audible gulp.
Cliffhanger anyone? MWahahHaAha