Requested by queer_as_can_be

Type: Angsty sad again/part of Thomas AU/Remus angst

Ship: No

TW: Remus' thoughts (not a lot), depression

"Hey, Jannie! Back so soon?" Remus asks as Janus sinks up.

He left for the video just a half-hour ago.

"Yes. And I'm leaving," Janus says.

Remus laughs a little.

"Sure. When're you gonna be back?" he asks.

"Never. I'm moving in with the Lights," Janus says.

Remus' grin falls.

"What?" he asks.

"You heard me. Goodbye," he says.

He goes into his room and not ten minutes later it vanishes.

At first, Remus feels a mixture of betrayal and disbelief. At least Virgil had the decency to say he was going to come back, and depart with a tearful goodbye.

He never did come back, though.

---

Days pass, and it becomes clear Janus isn't either. So now it's just Remus in the Dark Sides area. And he'll never be able to leave. He is literally the embodiment of BAD creativity.

Maybe he should go to the Imagination- to just let off some steam or talk with the Dragon Witch.

When he approaches the entrance, he catches a glimpse of Patton and Janus, walking and talking together like old friends.

At this point, they might be. Remus has never been good at keeping track of time.

He enters the Imagination and looks across to Roman's side. There he sees him sitting with Virgil, both looking very happy.

He turns right around and leaves, not ready to even see his old family looking all fine and dandy.

---

He goes back to the Dark Side, deciding he should eat. He gets out a pot and starts his attempt at cooking. Janus used to cook most of the food and never taught him. 

"I think this will work-" he mutters, grabbing a can of soup and putting it in.

It's the most basic recipe. He can't mess this up.

Once the soup is boiling hot Remus takes it off the stove. But the pot was lighter than expected and he flings it into the air, spilling the soup everywhere.

"F****** S***!" he shouts, "Oh, now that's audibly bleeped too?" 

He stares up at the ceiling as if that could change anything.

"You know what? I don't care anymore," Remus says to himself.

He snaps his fingers and most of the mess goes away. He flops onto the couch and turns on the TV.

"OOOOOOH, WHO LIVES IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA?!" he shouts.

There's nobody there to tell him no. There's never going to be anyone to tell him no anymore.

It should be fun, being able to do whatever he wants. But it's not. If there are no rules to break then he can't break any. And that isn't fun at all.

He continues just mindlessly watching TV. He doesn't want to go try to kill someone, he doesn't want to make a cool creation, he doesn't want to do anything. There's no one to do it for.

Virgil left, Janus left, maybe it's not them. Maybe it's him.

It has to be. He's the 'nuisance' and the 'side everyone dreads seeing'. Why wouldn't they try to get away from him?

"You know what? I want to be the baby bird right now." Remus lies on the floor, talking to himself, "Just as I think everything is alright I fly straight into an unseen jet turbine, getting bloodily murdered,"

He continues thinking about that. Graphic gore stopped bothering him a long time ago, and maybe that's when the others realized he was insane and they had to leave.

It's all his fault.

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Remus wakes up one day to a shower of confetti in the hallway. His own trap. It's just a basic reminder to himself of the day.

His birthday.

Not that it matters anyway.

Remus sits down on the couch, debating whether or not to eat breakfast. 

He probably should, but can't find the will. If he doesn't eat who will care? Certainly not Janus.

Hours blur together, like every day. He wanders around the Mindscape, in what is still his part. Before, they had half of the Mindpalace. Now it's 1/6th. 

He hasn't showered in a while, making his hair fall flat and greasy on his face. He probably should do something about that, but what's the point?

"Remus, you're a mess," 

Without thinking, Remus chucks a dagger in the direction of the voice.

"Um, rude," the person says.

Remus turns around to see Roman.

"What do you want?" he spits, "To tease me? Tell me how much of a failure and maniac I am?"

"No! Why would I- Remus, it's our birthday. Am I not allowed to visit my brother, especially today?" Roman asks.

"Don't pull the brother card. We stopped being brothers a long time ago," Remus snaps.

"Rem-" Roman starts to say, reaching out.

Remus slaps his hand away.

"Get out! Go away! I don't need you or anyone else! LEAVE!" he screams.

Roman backs away, leaving the common room.

Remus sinks to his knees. He's just pushed away the only person who might actually give him a chance. Why is he like this?

Tears slip down his face. He's bad. He's not even useful. Everyone he ever loved has left him.

He'll be alone forever.

You gave me the prompt: Alone. So I hope this is angsty and alone enough, Queer. Spooky requests are still open, please leave them on the requests chapter (number 1). Peace out, my peeps!