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98prilla · 4 years

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To The Dead

AO3

WARNING this chapter contains suicide. This story will contain lots of talk of death and murder, so be careful.

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The ghosts of the house were restless.

Patton couldn’t stop opening and closing the cupboards, trying to find something to cook before being reminded, again, by Logan that he can’t.

Logan was watching Roman, who was pacing back and forth across the living room floor, phantom creaks echoing as he hit squeaky flooring.

Janus was pulling at his gloves, caught in a loop of straightening his clothes, fixing his bow tie, tugging at his gloves, buttoning and unbuttoning his dark jacket.

Remus was cartwheeling through the air, the poltergeist more subdued than normal, though he buzzed with a frantic energy, whatever room he entered dropping ten degrees, dread radiating off him, though not from him.

Something was wrong, something was wrong, something was wrong!

Everyone froze at the door slamming open, then shut, the only living resident of the house arriving home.

And not in a good state, either. His shoulders were hunched, his breath seizing and gasping, tears flooding down his face as he crumpled on the couch, a ball of darkness in his purple patched hoodie.

Patton let out a sound of distress, swooping over to the kid on the couch, wrapping an arm around him, not that he could feel it, murmuring reassurances, not that he could hear them.

“I’m so s-stupid. S-such a w-waste, what’s even the point?” Janus inhaled sharply, something cold and hard settling into his stomach.

“No. you’re not, you’re not a waste, you’re amazing, your art is amazing.” Roman added, glancing at him as he stopped his pacing, unable to see anything of the person except their shaking shoulders.

He meant it, though. His art was amazing. His ball point pen drawings, his calligraphy incredible, his sketches amazing, he’d pored over them for hours, loved watching their living companion create them.

Suddenly, the human lurched to his feet, startling all of them. His face was pale and drawn, dark bags under his eyes, he hadn’t been sleeping well, they all knew it, he often stayed up until odd early morning hours. Sometimes, he didn’t get up for full days at a time. Sometimes he didn’t eat, didn’t shower, barely took care of himself at all. It made all of them worried. But they’d never seen him like this.

He was shaking, but he seemed determined, a dark kind of fierceness on his face as he made his way down the hall, opening the bathroom door, throwing open the cupboard doors.

“no. No, honey, no, don’t do this, please, please, don’t do this.” Patton, desperate, trying to shove the doors shut, but with the living being holding them open, his influence was barely a nudge as the person’s gaze flitted across the contents, landing on a bottle of pills, grabbing it decisively, turning on his heel and storming to his bedroom.

It was cold in there. Remus was rocking back and forth in a corner, his presence making the room freezing cold, not that the human seemed to notice. Poltergeists fed off fear and negativity, but it was overwhelming his senses, he was afraid.

They were all afraid of what that meant.

He sat on his bed. He looked at the bottle for a long, long, moment. The room held its collective figurative breath.

“don’t. Love, it isn’t worth it. Whatever it is, whatever’s happened, this isn’t worth it.” Janus murmured voice caught in his throat, Logan resting a hand on his shoulder.

“There’s nothing we can do.”

“Something, there has to be something! Logan, we cannot just let him do this! He doesn’t know, he doesn’t understand!” Roman, who was kneeling on the floor by Remus, trying to steady him.

“please Virgil. Come on, kiddo, come on, pull through.” Patton, who choked on his sobs, one hand covering his mouth as he shook, looking away as Virgil quickly downed half the bottle, before curling up on his bed, shivering and trembling.

“Oh, darling. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Janus pulled Patton into a hug, feeling his own tears falling through Patton’s sniffles.

“We couldn’t stop it. But we will be there for him, when he wakes up. He will not be alone, Patton.” Logan added, his own voice shaking, not protesting as Roman pulled him down, into a hug with him and Remus, whom latched onto him tightly. His presence always seemed to calm the poltergeist the fastest, for some reason.

It wasn’t long, barely half an hour, when the human’s breathing ceased, his shaking stopped, his heart failed. Janus was sitting on the bed beside him, when it happened, a hand resting against his head, murmuring softly, hoping to bring some comfort to the human’s dying moments.

Sometimes, in those last few minutes, the veil was lifted. Sometimes the humans could hear them, see them. He hoped Virgil could. He hoped he could feel he wasn’t alone, wouldn’t be alone. He hung his head as he felt it end, taking in a shuddering breath that he didn’t need, a habit, more than anything else, filling his phantom lungs.

“It’s done.” He said, voice like a knolling bell, somberness once again filling the room in dark heaviness.

“It will take a while for his spirit to form. It could be anywhere from five minutes to a few days, depending on-“

“look.” Remus interrupted, his own voice shaky and small as he cut off Logan, who’s attention turned to the bed, and the dark, swirling cloud of shadow that was forming over it.

“Kiddo?” Patton asked, softly, as the shadows began to coalesce into a rough form. He reached out, but before he could do anything, the shadows swirled into a dark vortex, and fled out the door, vanishing deeper into the house.

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fangirltothefullest · 5 years

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Spirit Twins Roman and Remus for the Monster AU! Princes of their kingdom slain in a hostile takeover (Roman stabbed and Remus later beheaded for trying to protect his brother). Remus has been trying to protect Roman for centuries, especially since his elder brother cannot remember why or how he was killed they wander Logan’s mansion, bound to a broken crown the scientist found stored in the attic. Remus refused to pass on knowing Roman can’t and he’s very unstable.

#sfw #tashiarts #sanders sides monster au #sanders sides #roman sanders #remus sanders #ts remus #ghost!roman #poltergeist!remus #tw: death #tw: injury #tw: undead #tw: blood #tw: death mention #tw: gore

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iamthenewqueenofgames · 4 years

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Remus is just Peeves the Poltergeist and vice versa, that's all

#sanders sides #ts sanders sides #thomas sanders #remus sanders #peeves the poltergeist #harry potter

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thecatboyfriend-moved · 4 years

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okay i love Friendly Neighborhood Poltergeist by Rory Webley a l o t and it feels like such an intrulogical song and now i wanna write something for it but i do not know enough about poltergeists and things so now i wanna study them for fanfiction purposes

#the only time i research things is for fanfictiom #thomas sanders #sanders sides #thatsthat24 #remi rambles #remus sanders #logan sanders #intrulogical #friendly neighborhood poltergeist

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lugubrious-poltergeist · 4 years

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Roman

Roman sighs and drops his head onto his steering wheel, gathering his emotions together after yet another session with his favourite therapist Dr. Picani. The man was great, very accepting and nonjudgmental, but sometimes after their sessions Roman felt emotionally raw. Today they talked about his missing brother and the guilt of having gone out that night after they fought. It doesn’t matter that he was getting food for them both so they’d have something to eat for the first time in 3 days, because he fell asleep when he just meant to say hi to a friend, he wasn’t there to help Remus and his big brother paid the price. There’s not a doubt in his mind about their father having killed Remus and hid his body, but he doesn’t have proof. Dad was always harder on Remus because he was a boy and “Atlanta” was a “girl”, it didn’t help that Remus would Always protect him from dad’s ire. Roman is terrified about running into his father, but wonders if the monster would even recognize him as the once “shy little Atlanta”. Thinking on his transition always makes Roman wonder what his brother’s reaction would have been, Remus was always so odd, but he without fail supported Roman in everything he did, even if he didn’t agree.

Roman takes a deep breath and sits up before slowly removing himself from his slightly beat up car and making his way to the front door of the pastel house of his adoptive father. The door is swung open before he even reaches the door step, revealing a soft looking Latino man of average height with silvery hair and a giant grin.

“ROMAN!!” The cheerful man pulls him into a warm hug, “How have you been, Kiddo? It’s so good to see you!”

Roman buries himself into the hug with a soft chuckle, not able to find his usual annoyance over his pathetically short height from malnutrition for once under the weight of his other emotions. “I’ve been alright, Padre. How are you and Thomas doing?”

“We’ve been good. He helped me make cookies when he visited a few days ago and told me about how his YouTube thing with his friends is going.” Was the cheerful reply before Roman was pulled into the residence of one Patton Sanders.

“I heard about that. Because I took your name when you adopted me, I’ve gotten asked by a few of his fans if we’re related.” Roman laughs, glad his adoptive big brother seems to have his life pulled together, even if Roman can’t seem to get his together.

“That’s adorable and awesome! I’ll have to tell Thomas the next time he stops by. Now-” Patton lightly pushes Roman in a kitchen chair before puttering about to make hot chocolate and grab a plate of cookies, “tell me what has you so upset?”

Roman sighs and lays his head on the table, he knew he couldn’t hide anything from the man he allowed to become his father in all ways that matter, “My therapist says that I should visit There to get closure by seeing it as just a place. See some happy family erasing the darkness that lingers in that hell hole.”

“...It might be a good idea. For you to see people being happy in the last place you saw your brother.” Patton is subdued as he mixes a cup of hot chocolate, “It won’t heal everything, it might not help at all, but I think you should at least try. I can come with you, if you like.”

“No, if I’m going to do this, I want to face it alone for now.” He had thought about it on the way there and felt he needed to go alone, “Who knows? Maybe I’ll make some new friends while there and I can show you around.”

Just be careful, kiddo, and call me if you need anything.” Patton sets the cookies and hot chocolates on the table, “I’ll be there as fast as possible if you need me, even if it’s only for a hug.”

“I know, Padre.” Roman sits up with a smile.

Patton beams before getting a teasing smile, “Now Roman, do you have a boyfriend yet~?”

“I Wish!! Ugh!!”

#roman sanders #patton sanders #remus mention #thomas sanders #sanders sides #lugubrious-poltergeist #tw abuse

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an-organized-confusion · 3 years

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Incorrect Sanders Sides #13

C!Thomas, thanks to Remus: The phrase 'sodomized by a bratwurst poltergeist' suddenly flew through my mind.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #remus sanders #web series #not safe for sanders #(mod post)#john dies at the end #sodomy/#(i just felt like doing a few jdate posts today)#(i swear this book is something remus would love)#(i do try to not to post nsfs/etc stuff v freq here... it's just... that imagery man)

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witchyfander · 3 years

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Sanders sides AU where Virgil is secretly a cryptid (a poltergeist that passes as living) and goes ghosthunting with Patton

Janus and Remus are ghosts haunting the building they investigate

They know Virgil from life (even better - they died after him).

#TW death mentions #TW ghost mentions #sanders sides au #virgil sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #cryptids #An idea I got whilst procrastinating #Maybe Moxiety???#I want to write this

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effable-as-f · 4 years

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So that joke post I made gave me an idea

Sanders Sides Ghost Hunter AU

Roman Prince is a wealthy young actor whose house is being haunted by a poltergeist (Remus), and he hires a team of ghost hunters to help him get rid of it. Said team consists of:

Thomas Sanders, the leader

Logan Clark, the equipment specialist

Patton Hart, the medium with a gift for sensing energies

Virgil Storm, the lore expert with knowledge about malevolent spirits from basically any mythos in human history

For some reason I really need Joan and Talyn to be their camera crew

I’m also really tempted to make Logan and Patton married and Virgil their adoptive son

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #prinxiety #logicality #ghost hunter au #fanfiction #if someone could help me fit deceit into this that would be much appreciated

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sandersidess · 5 years

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Sanders Sides Supernatural AU

Yeah, so it basically follows all of what happens (I haven’t seen the last two season yet, so I’m rewatching everything), but I wanted to tweak a few things?

So Logan did go off to Pre-Law, has a partner (who sadly does like Jess), and the whole shebang. So, anyway, Logan and Roman are more focused on finding their other brother, Remus, more than their dad. Their dad is like John basically.

So everything happens, you know where Logan drinks demon blood, Roman goes to hell, and all that awesome things. But the sibling relationship isn’t that bad, they’re more close and they actually do talk. Roman and Remus were very protective of Logan, but they made sure to give him the most normal childhood they could while also hunting monsters. Logan will always thank them both for that.

So! Where does Remus fit in? He’s a demon now actually. How? One night, he was having drinks with one. He made a deal, not for his personal self, but for his brothers. He did it when they were young, that his brothers are to be safe and no one shall harm them. His ten years ended when he was hunting a shapeshifter, and that’s why he was never seen again. It took him three years before he could rise up again, until he took over a body that looked eerily like his, which is why the brothers recognized him. Since then, he’s been a demon but still hunts down the supernatural.

Where do Virgil and Deceit fit in? Virgil is Castiel and Deceit is Crowley. Enough said lol. Virgil saved Roman from hell and Deceit despises the Reyes twins, but finds a relief of air when Logan puts them in their place. So yes, basically all that happens in supernatural happens in this au with changes and the whole good stuff.

Where does Thomas fit in here? I’m deciding if he’s like the Bobby in here, not sure yet. Joan and Talyn are also hunters who started hunting after Roman saved them from a poltergeist who was about to kill Talyn. They mostly stay to themselves in the hunting community, but they’re pretty active in small cases.

#supernatural au #logan sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #sanders sides #thomas sanders #fanders

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the-starquorice-system · 3 years

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The Starburst System Alter Introductions :

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Felix ~

Age : 19, usually

Role : ex-persecutor, now protector

Species : half human, half vampire

Romantic orientation : gay

Sexual orientation : gay

Gender : demimale

Pronouns : he/him, they/them

Triggers : uncomfortable in the sun

Other information : I like music by the band ‘Ice Nine Kills’

Relationship Status : in a monogamous relationship

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Remus -

Age : 14

Role : host/core

Species : human

Romantic Orientation : omniromantic

Sexual Orientation : abrosexual

Gender : genderfluid ftm trans masc

Pronouns : ask about pronouns (they fluctuate)

Triggers : anything on the topic of autism (that’s a very big one for me). the words ‘autism’ ‘autistic’ ‘aspergers’ and ‘oof’. the word 'okay' or 'ok' on it's own- saying 'it's okay' or 'that's okay' or any sentence with the word ‘okay’ (but not ‘ok’) in it is fine, just not the word on it's own. the words ‘ignorant’ ‘selfish’ or ‘ungrateful’ when directed at me. calling me ‘cow’ or ‘bab/babs’. SH in HP fics. defending/praising Severus Snape. the phrases ‘the whole world revolves around you’ or ‘you get special treatment’. the songs ‘join us for a bite’ from FNAF, ‘before you go’ by Lewis Capaldi, and ‘letting you go’ by Joey Graceffa. the r-slur. daddy jokes

Other Info : I love Sanders Sides, Harry Potter, reading, writing, YouTube and art.

Relationship Status : in a polyamorous relationship

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Delta -

Age : 15

Role : trauma holder (don’t define me by that though please)

Species : human

Romantic Orientation : some flavour of queer idk-

Sexual Orientation : same as romantic orientation

Gender : somewhere on the fem side of the non-binary spectrum

Pronouns : fluctuate between she/her and they/them

Triggers : N/A

Other Info : heyyyyy. I’m Delta, but y’all can call me Dee. I love music, I love YouTube, I’m pretty chill, I think. And uh- yeah

Relationship Status : in a monogamous relationship

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Callie ~

Age : 16-17

Role : protector, I think!

Species : human

Romantic orientation : lesbian

Sexual orientation : lesbian

Gender : cis girl

Pronouns : she/her

Triggers : ‘mad at disney’ = fronting trigger

Relationship Status : single pringle :’(

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Virgil

Age : 22

Role : role unknown. fictive

Species : figment of Thomas Sanders’ imagination

Romantic Orientation : gay

Sexual Orientation : gay

Gender : cis male

Pronouns : he/him

Triggers : [disclaimer - these are fine when I’m not the one fronting or co-con] shipping me with my friends

Relationship Status : single

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Callie ~

Age : 16-17

Role : protector, I think!

Species : human

Romantic orientation : lesbian

Sexual orientation : lesbian

Gender : cis girl

Pronouns : she/her

Triggers : ‘mad at disney’ = fronting trigger

Relationship Status : single pringle :’(

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rebecca

age : 11-13, but usually 11-12

role : trauma holder

species : something similar to a poltergeist, maybe

romantic orientation : greydemiromantic

sexual orientation : asexual

gender : cis girl

pronouns : she/her

triggers : curse words, the word ‘cunt’, touching (both real and digital), mocking my voice, s-xu-l ab-se, yelling, caps lock, talk of s-ic-de and sh

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Pride ~

Age : 16

Role : ex-persecutor

Species : fictive of Thomas Sanders’ imagination

Romantic and sexual orientation : gay

Gender : cisgender male

Pronouns : he/him

Triggers : n/a

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98prilla · 4 years

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To The Dead

AO3

TW talk of death, injuries, violence, blood, emotional manipulation

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It was Roman, who had the next encounter with the newest ghost. He was drawing in the living room, when he heard a soft noise, a soft whoosh, the sound that usually accompanied one of them entering the space. He didn’t think anything of it, assuming it was just Logan, who tended to be quiet, or Remus, trying to sneak up on and startle him.

After a moment of no other noise, he turned around, brow creasing as he saw no one there. He shrugged and went back to his drawing, only stopping when he heard another small sound, and he froze, catching a flicker of shadow out of the corner of his eye, from behind the couch.

“Virgil?” He asked softly, careful not to turn his head, not to look directly at his hiding place, the shadows sparking slightly faster at his words. “Hey, hey, it’s ok. I’ll stop talking to you, I didn’t mean to scare you.” The shadows started to calm, and he could see his outline slowly stabilizing. He went back to drawing, letting the silence linger, letting them both settle, before he grabbed a pen and piece of paper, and slid it backwards, under the couch to the edge of the wall. “I know you like to draw. I always loved watching you. You made amazing things, Virgil.” He said gently, kindly, trying to convey all the warmth and empathy he felt for him in those simple words, wishing he could reach out to him. But that would only make him run.

Instead he turned his attention back to his own drawing, those his ears were attuned to behind the couch, smiling slightly as he heard the tell tale scratch of pen against paper.

It was hours later, when he felt something hit his leg. He looked down, seeing the pen and paper, hearing whoosh of Virgil vanishing as he picked up the ink drawing, if he had any breath, it would have been taken away. It was a portrait, of himself, his face drawn and serious, his cavalry sabre drawn and pointed skyward, eyes reflected in its sheen. He pressed it to his chest, smile tugging at his lips. Quickly, he scribbled a small thank you, and tucked it back behind the couch. Hopefully, Virgil would find it there, the next time he popped in. The drawing now hung front and center above the desk in his room.

Their astral space had shifted to accommodate a new ghost, of course. They did all still like a little privacy, a quiet space to call their own, to decorate with items summoned from memory, or copies of things that resided in the actual physical space of the house that they’d interacted with or seen, and their abode reflected that, creating rooms for each of them. A sixth now lined the hallway.

The change was slow, at first, but by the next week, it was plain to see. The door was darkening, changing, a deep violet color creeping up the previously plain paint. It could only mean one thing, and that was that Virgil was actually using it, spending time in there, the space being influenced by his presence.

But he still hadn’t come out. He refused to respond to them, no matter who it was at the door. Janus’s gentle words, Patton’s soft kindness, Roman’s stubborn talkativeness, Logan’s calm tone, did nothing to coax him out of the room. Sometimes, they heard him moving inside, heard him sniffling or crying, and it broke Patton’s heart.

Virgil had been so young, just twenty, he’d had his whole life ahead of him, and one person had made him so sure he was an utter waste that he was convinced he’d done the best thing by dying. All he wanted was to hold Virgil in his arms, comfort the poor boy, his paternal instincts were kicked into overdrive and it was driving everyone, including himself, mad. It certainly didn’t help the tense worry that had settled over their odd little household.

Virgil was curled in the corner of what he supposed was ‘his room’, now. It was dark, deep shadows cloaking every corner of the space, walls a deep violet that was nearly black, ceiling unviewable through the cloudy smog that hovered up there constantly. A bed had formed against one wall, and he was wrapped in the thick purple black plaid comforter.

Janus was right. It was easier to hold his form in this space, the astral plain, he’d called it. Whenever he did slip back to the physical plain, he turned into a pulsing orb of darkness, which was weird, and definitely would take some getting used to. It didn’t feel… bad. Just different. It was like his mind and thoughts and consciousness were all that he was, like he could see 360 degrees, everything around him all at once, but it wasn’t disorienting or overwhelming, like he would’ve thought. It was like his mind was in overdrive, processing everything, and he couldn’t focus on forming his limbs, making himself any kind of presentable. Not that he cared. Was easier to hide, keep out of the way, as a blob of shadow, anyways.

It was quiet outside his door right now. They must have given up, for the moment. Hopefully for good. He wished they’d just stop trying. He didn’t deserve their care and attention, he wished they’d stop wasting their time and effort on him.

His body was gone. He didn’t know by who or how it had been found. He’d probably been missing long enough He had called the police, or come looking, he hadn’t cared to check. He’d heard the disturbance, felt it, but he ignored it. It didn’t matter. They could throw his body in the dump for all he cared, it wasn’t like it meant anything, anymore.

Not like anyone would come to his funeral, anyway. His family was all dead. He didn’t have a job. When he was in school he’d worked a few part time ones, but his anxiety kept getting him let go. And when he was with Him, he wouldn’t let him get one. Didn’t want him screwing up and having it all come back on Him. Of course, He’d also always complained about how little he contributed to their relationship, then got angry when he brought up the job thing, so he’d just stopped mentioning it, after a while.

Just another proof of his cowardess.

“Watcha doin?” He hissed, jumping five inches in the air, form wavering for a moment at the spike in fear, nearly slipping back to the physical plain from the startle. After a moment, he stabilized, glaring up at the ghost hovering upside down in the air, walking along the foggy clouds of the ceiling, green eyes aglow.

“Which one are you?” He asked, and the ghost tsked.

“Nuh uh, I asked you a question first, my miasmic musketeer.” He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, tugging on the ends.

“Question for a question? Fine. But I reserve the right to pass on anything.”

“Fine, but if you pass, I get a free pass on whatever question I want. Now spill it! Watcha doin? Cause it looks a loooot like moping.” He spluttered at that, scowling.

“I’m not moping. I’m just… thinking. Now, who are you? I haven’t heard your voice through the door.”

“Remus is what I go by. Don’t remember why I chose it. Probably just liked the sound.” Remus shrugged, slowly cartwheeling through the air. “Why haven’t you opened the door?”

“Pass.” Virgil choked out, shadows sparking off his edges.

“Boo, already? You’re no fun.” Remus pouted.

“How’d you get in here? I thought no one could get in.” Remus shrugged.

“They can’t. I can go wherever I want. And I wanted to see what you’d done with the place, so I came in.”

“Wait, why can you-”

“Uh, uh, uh, not your turn!” Remus sing songed, and Virgil groaned, sinking further into his blanket. “Now, why won’t you go meet the rest of them?” Virgil’s eyes flickered, voice echoing as he answered.

“Pass. Why can you get in here and they can’t?”

“They’re ghosts. I’m a poltergeist.” Virgil’s brow furrowed, and he opened his mouth to ask a question, surprised as with a flick of Remus’s wrist, his jaw clicked shut, stuck that way.

“You are terrible at following the rules. Logan would like you, all those curious questions rattling around. He knows all about ghosts and poltergeists, if you’d talk to him, he could answer all your questions. Wouldn’t even make it a game. So. Why won’t you talk to him?” Virgil glowered for a moment, before Remus grinned, teeth sharp and eyes swirling, as he flicked his wrist once more, unclenching Virgil’s jaw.

“Don’t do that again.” He growled, Remus’s smile growing. “and what do you care, whether I speak to them or not?” He asked, barely containing the whispering chorus behind his words.

“I don’t, really. But it’s no fun playing by myself, and they’re all too torn up about you to pay any attention to me. I’ve made the walls bleed, ooze sticky black ichor, tentacles come out of the toilet bowl, flies hatch out of the floors, and nothing! Not a single scream, or scolding, or lecture, or anything! Do you know how frustrating that is? These things take time, people, is too much to ask for a little acknowledgement?!” Remus bemoaned, landing on the floor, angry scowl on his face. “And it’s all because you won’t stop sulking.”

“Well I’m sorry I don’t feel up to socializing at their pity party for me, I don’t want their attention, and the sooner they get that and give up, the sooner everything can go back to normal for you!” They both paused as they heard a noise outside the door, likely Logan, based on the quiet hum of thought and sound of page turning. Virgil yelped as Remus’s eyes glowed, and he found his body moving without his permission.

“What are you doing?” he hissed, feeling like a clumsy marionette.

“If you won’t open the door, then I’m opening it for you.” He sucked in a breath as he took a stumbling step forwards, fighting the control.

“Remus. Stop.” He gritted out, feeling dizzy.

“Ummmm, let me think about it. No. Unless…”

“Unless what?”

“Unless you give me a good reason why.” He growled, trying to spin back around to face Remus, only succeeding in forcing himself to a standstill, his anger countering Remus’s power, his shadows finally exploding outward in rage after a long moment of silent battle as he rounded on Remus, sparks flying off him, his form growing and shifting, becoming a void of light as he glared, bared his teeth, growls and hisses and distant distorted screams echoing from deep in the growing shadows.

“I don’t need a good reason. I don’t need to justify myself to you. I don’t need to justify myself to them. I don’t need their pity. I don’t need their care. I don’t want it. I don’t deserve it. So if you could tell them all to shut up and leave me alone, that would be great!” Virgil screamed, a thousand voices bouncing off the walls, the noise overwhelming, deafening, the growls turning to roars.

Not much could overwhelm Remus. Not much had the power to. But the darkness that swept him up, consumed him in twisting, fracturing nothingness, the endless noise so loud it was silent, the empty, swirling void of dread that filled his stomach, clouded his mind, sunk into his soul, scared him, and with the force of a hurricane, he let the dark tide carry him, spit him out, hearing a yelp from Logan as the door slammed open, the tide smashing Remus against the wall before retreating, retracting, vanishing back underneath Virgil’s skin, his form solid despite the fear and anguish rolling off him, strong enough it made Remus shudder and Logan recoil.

“what’s wrong, Remus? Am I scaring you?” Virgil asked, voice a duet of deep bass and high keening, darkness swirling just below his paper pale skin, his eyes dark voids of emptiness, head tilted to the side, a dark smile on his lips as he stepped forwards, tilting Remus’s chin up from where he had slumped against the wall. “Can’t take what you dish out?” Remus shuddered again at the wash of desperate fear that clouded his mind, transferred from Virgil to him.

It set his mind aflame. It burned him up from the inside out, images and thoughts flashing through his mind so fast he could barely keep up with them. Fears, he realized. His fears. Roman, bayonet through his stomach, gurgling on his own blood as he slowly drowned on dry land. Janus, hands wrapped around his throat, crushing it, breaking it, until his airway collapsed and his eyes closed, lips turned blue. Logan, neck bent at an unnatural angle, eyes open and glassy, a trickle of blood escaping the corner of his mouth, body twisted and bruised and bleeding. Patton, his spirit slowly breaking, his heart cracked in two as his life faded into grays, colors draining out of his life, phantom laughter of a little girl echoing in the emptiness, cold emptiness beside him in a too large bed, until it devoured him completely and he took the pills, gave in to the darkness, clutching a family photo to his chest.

“please. Virgil, stop. Please.” His voice was hoarse. He wasn’t sure if he’d been screaming or not, but it certainly felt like he had, gasping as Virgil’s hand drew back as if burned, tears tracking down Virgil’s face, mouth opening and closing several times, before he staggered backwards, clutching at his own head, shaking it vehemently.

“you wanted to know why I wouldn’t open the door.” Virgil choked out, shaking as his eyes returned to their normal dark violet, arms wrapping around himself as the roaring, raging shadows vanished back to the corners of his room. He felt about two seconds away from collapsing, dizzy and weak, trembling from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. “well, now you know. I’m just… just a monster. Just… just stay away. It’s safer for everyone. Just leave me alone.” He near begged, feeling sick, at what he’d just done, what he’d made Remus see, what he’d seen from Remus, it was stuck on repeat in his mind, stuck on a loop, and his not necessary breathing hitched in response to the panic creeping up his spine. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, slamming the door closed, collapsing onto his bed, weakly managing to summon the comforter to him from where it had been discarded on the floor, curling into a tight ball underneath it, too numb and drained and dizzy to do anything else.

Silent tears slipped down his face as he closed his eyes, dread haunting his every moment as the shadows of the room descended upon him, wrapping him in their cold embrace, purposefully drawing them to him so they wouldn’t slip under the door and go torment the others. He wouldn’t let them do that. They didn’t deserve to deal with his bullshit, if he was going to be the monster, the villain, the bad guy, he was going to be his own worst enemy. He was not going to hurt the others, not even Remus, not ever again.

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