TRIGGER WARNING : swearing, kinda mention of Ignorance's death (like how he died), alcohol, aNgSt

Remus POV
I stumbled out the Pit, in absolute shock.  I shut the door behind me and slid down it. 

I stared numbly ahead of me, tears now caking my cheeks.  How do you react to something like that?

Ignorance lies to me for 10 plus years about his feelings about me.  Ever since Corruption showed up, the entire time we were in the Pit, and all the time after being released. 

I picked myself up and slowly made my way down the hallway.  After almost falling down the stairs multiple times, I reached the first floor.

Thankfully no one else was downstairs.  I was alone.  And for once I was happy about that. 

No one needed to see me in this state. 

I pulled myself up onto the counter and sat criss-cross-applesauce.  I summoned up a bottle of very expensive and strong alcohol.

I opened it with eased practice and quickly took a swig of it.  The alcohol burned on the way down. 

I summoned up a case of beer.  I grabbed a bottle and opened it.  I gulped down an entire bottle, relishing in the difference between the beer and alcohol.

I probably looked even more hideous than normal now.  Crying, my eyeshadow streaks down my face.  Messy hair.  Disgusting face. 

I don't know how to feel.  I miss Ignorance.  But I also hate him for what he did.  But no one deserves to die like that.  The worst part is that Sides don't reform.  That part of Thomas is gone forever now. 

It's kinda sad, but the more I drank.  The more I realized that the bastard deserved to die like that. 

An hour, three bottles of alcohol, and one and a half cases of beer later, everything was a happy dull. 

I was laying on my back on the counter now.  I cried more.  I missed Ignorance.  I'll never get to see him again.  Why couldn't he let me save him?

"Remus?"  Came Roman's voice.  "What are you doing?"

"Ro-Ro!"  I said happily, sitting up.  "My fav bro-bro..." 

I started laughing at myself and the rhyme.  I rolled off the counter and onto the floor.  I laughed at the pain. 

"Are you okay?"  Roman asked, standing next to me.  "How drunk are you?"

"Very.  I think." 

Roman let out a sigh.  It rang through my head, making my ears ring. I pulled myself to my feet. I swayed and fell over onto Roman.

"Okay, sit down." He said, pushing me down onto a chair. "What's going on? I haven't seen you this drunk in forever."

"Issac died." I said, than proceeding to burst into tears.

"Who's Issac?"

"Ignorance."

"Oh." Roman said before realization hit him. "Ignorance is dead?!"

"Yeah." I mumbled, leaning my head on the nice, cold table.

"How?!"

I than proceed to tell him everything. About Ignorance and our "relationship". About how Ignorance used me so I'd work for Corruption. About all the lies. About how Ignorance died, probably going into to much detail. And about my mask.

I actually told Roman how I truly feel about myself.

"Remus..." Roman whispered, tears in his eyes. "I'm so, so sorry.  Ignorance is a dick for doing that to you." 

"I know."  I cried. 

"And...I know you won't remember this tomorrow,"  Roman said softly.  "But I do love you.  You're still my brother.  You'll always have a place here." 

"Oh thank you Ro-Ro."  I whispered.  "I love you too. But shhhhh its a secret..."

"Here's hoping that nickname doesn't stick."  Roman laughed.

"Sorry Romano."  I laughed.

"Don't call me that." 

"Issac used to say that."  I burst into tears again. 

"Okay, just calm down-"  Roman started to say.

"I'm not going to calm down!"  I yelled, anger overriding the happy drunkenness. 

"Remus-" 

"No!"  I yelled.  "I don't wanna talk to you."  I slammed my head down on the table and looked away from him. 

"Remus you can't just drink away all these problems and feelings."  Roman told me gently.

"Oh like how you did when Virgil was kidnapped?"  I asked angrily.  "It seemed perfectly fine when you did it." 

"Don't."  Growled Roman. 

"Why am I not aloud to be not evil?!"  I yelled. "Why does everyone hate me?"  I burst into tears. 

"No one hates you."  Roman said gently. 

"Stop Roman!"  I yelled, standing up from the table. "Life isn't a fucking Disney movie!  Villains don't get to be redeemed!  I'm always going to be the fucking bad guy and everyone will always hate me!  Not everyone gets a happy ending like you, okay?!" 

Without waiting for him to respond, I stormed out of the house.  Slamming the door behind me to prove my anger. 

I didn't know where I was headed.  I just wanted to find a nice, small, cold place to curl up and cry. 

I felt like I had been walking forever.  Then I realized where I was.  The trait complex.

I looked up at the beautiful sunset falling across the landscape.  Thomas was finally going to sleep. 

On a rock up against a tree sat a person.  I couldn't make out anything about them.  I stumbled over to them, calling out to them for some unknown reason. 

Falling back into my drunken state, I didn't realize what I was doing.  That is until I tripped and went sprawling out onto a bench. 

The person jumped and looked up at me.  I sat up quickly, trying to act normal. 

"Are you okay?"  The person asked, getting off their rock and walking cautiously towards me.

"Who you?"  I mumbled. 

"Oh,"  The person breathed.  "You're Remus."

"The one and...I...I can't think of something that rhymes."  I whispered, completely out of it by this point. 

I tried to stand up, but stumbled backwards.  The person reached out to help steady me, but suddenly flinched and drew away from me. 

"I...I'm just going to go."  The person said quietly. 

"Wait..."  I tried to say but the person already started walking away. 

I collapsed onto the ground and started sobbing. 

"Why does everyone hate me?"  I said, probably a little to loudly.  And then I passed out from the alcohol.

??????? POV
I was trying to hurry away from Remus but a sob stopped me.  I turned back around to see him curled up on the ground sobbing.

"Why does everyone hate me?"  He said pretty loudly. 

I hesitated, but eventually walked back over to him.  I sighed upon noticing he had passed out. 

I wanted to just walk away.  Forget this happened.  Because of who he was and what he represents.  But that wasn't who I was.

But there's just so many rumors about all these horrible things he's done.  But I can't just leave him here. 

I argued over it in my head but eventually reached down and grabbed his hands. 

It went against all my morals and what I represent to be near him, much less actually touching him.  But he's drunk and very emotional, I can't just leave him here.  That's even more against my morals. 

I struggled a lot considering how much bigger he was than me.  This is one of those times when I hate being so much tinier than everyone else. 

Eventually I reached my apartment.  I took a deep breath and dragged him the rest of the way. 

I pulled him into my house and laid him down on my couch.  I headed back to the door and locked it. 

I grabbed an old white and baby pink quilt out of the linen closet.  I threw it over him and than retreated to my room.  I made sure to look for bedroom door behind me. 

I let out a sigh.  I'm gonna regret helping him in the morning, aren't I?