Hello my kings, queens and non-binary royalty. This is set in the Mindscape. This will be probably the only ship one shot or book set in the Mindscape because I personally am slightly more comfortable with shipping the Sides in real-world scenarios and not when they're Sides.

"Hey Rem?"

Remus looked up from poking his 'sleeping' pet rat. "What's up Double Dee?"

"Rem, I told you, I go by Janus now. You don't have to pretend not to know my name."

Remus grinned. "I know. What is it?"

Janus scratched the back of his head, tipping his hat forwards slightly. "You seen the latest episode?"

"No. Why?"

"Um, no reason."

"Do you want me to watch it?"

Janus smiled bashfully as an answer. Remus grinned back at him. "Okie Double Dee. I'll watch it if it makes you happy."

Janus smiled for real this time and gave his boyfriend a quick kiss. "Thanks Rem. If you need me, I'll be in my room."

Remus had to hand it to his twin, he put up quite an argument against his boyfriend. The problems started when Janus revealed his name.

"Janus?!" Roman spluttered. "What are you? A middle-aged librarian?"

Remus felt his blood begin to boil but told himself to control it. This was his brother. His egotistic, stupid, prideful brother.

"Make him pay." A voice in Remus' head whispered. Remus told it no and continued playing the video. Janus looked pretty angry.

"Oh Roman, thank God you don't have a moustache. Because between you and Remus, I wouldn't know who the evil twin was."

Evil twin? Janus thought that Remus was... evil? Evil, Remus? It's not Remus' fault that he was the bad guy. Remus knew he should feel something but he felt empty. He should feel anger, sadness, something, right? Remus turned his phone off and stared at the black screen, his own reflection staring back at him. Finally, he felt anger.

Remus hurled the phone across the room at the opposite wall where it disappeared with a puff of smoke. So Janus thought he was evil, huh? Well, he'd show that Snake-Faced, double-crossing backstabber what evil really was. Grabbing his Morningstar, Remus stormed out of his room, leaving all sanity behind.

"Heya Rem. What's-" Janus cut himself off when he saw the look on his boyfriend's face. "Rem?" He asked tentatively. "What's wrong?"

Remus produced the Morningstar from behind his back, malice and insanity dancing in his eyes. "So you think I'm evil, huh?" He asked, his voice dangerously low.

"Rem, what? I-I don't know what you're talking about." Janus said, paling slightly as he backed himself into a corner, away from Remus.

"Don't lie to me, Deceit." Remus hissed as Janus winced. "You said I was evil and it's out there for the world to see. I want to know the answer to one, simple little question," he threw his Morningstar against the wall, leaving a crater, "why?"

Janus bit his lip, looking from the wall to the plaster-covered Morningstar to Remus.

"Why?!" Remus repeated, yelling the word out as if it burnt him to say it.

"Because, because you are! Sometimes." Janus said. Remus stepped back, letting his weapon hang from his hand limply. "I'm sorry Remus but you are insane and sometimes that insanity can come off as evil. I wasn't thinking when I said that and I just said it to piss Roman off. You know how much he hates you."

"That doesn't change the fact that you still called me evil." Remus said, his voice small and sad now.

"I am sorry that I said that, Remus. But I needed a come-back. You saw what Roman said about my name!"

Remus looked down at his Morningstar, dangling inches from the floor. "That justifies nothing."

"Remus, I cannot help that this is the way you are. You are insane and that insanity has an evil feel about it."

Remus felt something claw through the veil of sadness. Something red and hot and sharp. Anger. He grasped his Morningstar with both hands and lifted it above his head.

"Wrong answer." He said, smiling slightly before bringing the weapon down with all his might on the other Side's head.

Wow, this is dark. I knew how this was going to end and I wanted it to be dark but I never expected it to be this dark. Sorry.
Bye,
Queenie