AU: X
Ship: X
Prompt: X
Requested by: X
Warnings: Grotesque imagery, Deceit, Remus. Let me know if I missed any!
Summary: Patton recounts what 'The Split' was like
F/A/H-C: Angst
POV: Patton's
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Side Note: The book I talked about in the last update is published! I don't know what the update schedule is gonna be, but it'll be at the least once a week!! It's called Dark Scape Diary Entries!! It has a lot of sympathetic Deceit and Remus (May even be shippy between them, who knows?)

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I remember when there were only three of us.

Me, Deceit and... Creativity.

Well, he's not like how you know him. Or, he wasn't then. He was a bit more strange than both brothers are now. But he was also kind, and adventurous. Me and Deceit were inclined to listen to him, this was when we got along better, as he spouted off idea after idea. Creating wonderful sounding worlds, with classic villain and hero tropes.

Sometimes those worlds got dark though. Scary things that the villain would do to the villagers that lives nearby. It made my stomach churn even then. But, of course, the hero always won, and it wasn't real, so there was nothing to fear. But it was, well, frightening.

The day is so vivid in my memory, that it's a little upsetting how in detail I remembered the whole event. When there stopped being just the three of us, and became the four of us.

Creativity did seem off that day, he said he felt sick. Really sick, and he said that his head kept hurting him. We didn't know how to help at the time, and we gave him a glass of water or asked him to lay down. When he did though. He started coughing.

It was deep and heavy coughing. It hurt even to hear. It was like he couldn't get his breathing to catch up. He tried to sit up so it wouldn't hurt as much, but then there was something coming out of his mouth. A black sludge, like oil, it came out and splattered onto the floor. It dripped down his chin, staining his outfit immediately. (Which his colors used to be a darker gray and brown).

We were both at his side as quickly as possible, trying to figure out what to do. But, then his eyes rolled back and he flopped back onto the couch. Twitching and convulsing. I just shut my eyes, trying to look away from the unpleasant image. Until I heard Deceit scream.

I snapped my eyes open again. And Creativity was beginning to split apart. It looked like a painting separating into the colors that made it originally. Colors and limbs that were trying to get away from one another.

There was just a pop sound. And two figures fell onto the ground harshly. They looked like twins. With large differences, of course.

That's what the split was. Logan wasn't there to see it, but he knew the jist of it. That's what created Roman and Remus. And That caused more than one split, figuratively anyway... That was also why, me and Deceit didn't like each other anymore.

Roman had looked up at me with wide, fearful eyes. "Morality? What happened?" I couldn't even begin to explain. I was speechless. But, not because of the split itself... Because of how widely Remus was smiling at me. It was twisted and scary.

"We're apart dear brother! Now there are two of us! Two Creativities!" Remus grinned, "What if we made a world where the villain won??? And the hero died?? I'm so glad I get to voice my opinions now!!"

Roman shook his head, and quickly crawled away from Remus and over to me, "Morality, I don't know what he's talking about! He-He's not creativity I am!" Deceit sighed, "There aren't two of you, both going by creativity..." he remarked. Roman just glared at him, :"If that's what creativity is! I don't want to be it! He's gross! And weird!!"

"Well, that's what we are Creativity!" Remus giggled getting up and bouncing on his heels, "We're weird and gross! Isn't it fun??" Roman shook his head, and clung to me. He was shaking so badly. Deceit didn't say anything, and just looked Remus up and down for a bit. "You're creativity." He murmured.

"No I am!"

"No! He said I am!!"

"He's a liar!!"

"Creativity!" I said, well, more like shouted, to try to get them to stop. They both looked at me, waiting to see which one I was talking about. In all honesty, I didn't know. The words caught in my throat and I didn't know what to say.

It was silent.

The next couple of days were silent. Roman and Remus were starting to figure themselves out, and what they represented better. I tried to get Remus to, well, behave. But he wouldn't listen to me. He just kept saying things that were dark and creepy. Things that you can't forget, so I won't say that here, to spare myself later.

But, Deceit didn't want him to behave. He found this contributions interesting. He liked listening to Remus, like me and him used to when it was just creativity. He found it funny. Somehow. I couldn't stand that. And Roman couldn't stand Remus.

That's where the rift began.

Things were never the same after that. Remus and Deceit made their own side of the mind. And said that if there were anymore that we "didn't want" we could send them over there.

Ever since then, Roman never wanted to be called Creativity, just Princey or Roman. Thomas even rarely called him that when we started showing up. He hated that he had this, connection to such a scary side. So he tried to sever it as much as possible... This tore me and Deceit apart too... and, I don't know if I want it to be fixed.

I know Roman certainly doesn't.