AU:×
Ship: ×
Prompt: {My Headcannon book}
Requested by: SavingShae
Tw: Um.... Gore? But not that graphic.
F/A/S: Angst with a bit of fluff at the end
POV: 3rd

JUST SHHH
I WANNA WRITE IT----

Why do I enjoy hurting Roman so much?
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Thomas sighed as he finally finished editing the new Sander Sides video, this one was much bigger as it was a part two video this time pertaining to Logan. The editing was excruciatingly drawn out and it was just done by himself, since Joan was in the hospital and recovering, and Thomas, being the sweetheart he was, didn't want to burden Joan with this, but also, being the sweetheart he was, and not wanting to let the Fanders down, had done the whole video mainly by himself...

That was mainly caused by Patton, without him knowing of course the stress, strain and physical pain that would put the Creative trait through, Roman... Not wanting to seem weak or unable to accomplish something, simply continued to provide all his contributions to the video, scripting, helping the others rehearse, editing the rooms aesthetic at least a slight bit, Everything.

He thought he was fine, well... He believed he was fine.... He laid down in his bed, watching the scorching, dramatic spotlights that kept his room illuminated, slowly dim. "Annnnd black out." He mumbled to himself, with a small tired smile as he pleasantly fell asleep drifting into his dream land.

The prince, now dressed as a Ringleader, took a step onto the stage as the background singers and percussion went silent.

"Ladies and Gents, this is the moment you've waited for"

A smirk spread to his face as he got a rush of joy from the part he was playing, despite it not being a Broadway show, it was still a musical, an amazing one at that...

He continued singing and going through the steps, that had been rehearsed throughout his lucid dreaming. One of his favorite parts of the opening number is where he has to throw his hat in beat with the piano to fortissimo rise of the orchestra.

"So tell me do you wanna go!!!"

Just as the hat left his hand everything disappeared.

The stage faded into pure white nothingness, the audience, the bandpit, the curtains the lights, everything... Everything just disappeared.

Roman looked around, confused and eyes wide, now in his normal outfit. He hadn't made it all disappear, and he didn't want it to disappear what-

Before his eyes landed on the what

There he stood, the snake, the true villain...
Deceit...

The two-faced side grinned widely, showing off snake-like fangs at the Prince, who's hand had subconsciously drifted down to the sword holstered onto his belt. "Oh, Princey..." He hissed, his voice ringing with the same tone Virgil used to have... The dark tone...

"What are you doing here?" Roman asked, the sides can invade the others dreams, since they were all part of one personality, they could even manipulate Thomas' dreams if they so wished in a style that's akin to Inside Out, the sides chose not to, unless he was having a nightmare... Then Patton interfered, so he wasn't incredibly surprised or startled that Deceit showed up... More annoyed.

"Don't you think the stage lights are getting a little to hot for you?"

Roman scoffed at him, "You're truly becoming bland with you're intimidation tactics, Wolf. Of course they're not, and I'm doing perfectly fine! I'm nowhere near burned out" Deceit chuckled "Is that so? Are you sure you're not just thinking that you are?"

Roman's confident stance faltered for a spilt second, before regaining the control. "No, of course not! I am the prince, I am perfection, perfection never burns out." Deceit tsked "Are you sure?" He asked, as he circled the Prince like a shark, only keeping eye contact through side glances and grins.

Roman growled, unsheathing his sword and pointing its sharpened, lustrous blade at Deceit's throat, only succeeding making the fraud's grin stretch even further. "You're totally going to kill me, Roman..." Deceit chuckled, Romans glare burned with hatred and scorn, Deceit had played him several times before, convinced him of so much because of compliments and false confidences, but he lowered and holstered his sword... The glare in the Royal's crimson red eyes still keeping the same dagger filled expression as he spoke lowly.

"Just. Leave.... Get out of my head, you Heathen..."

Deceit waited a moment before speaking, and raising his hand "Fine then.... Whatever you wish." He said, his smirk never leaving his face, as he snapped his fingers....

Instantly, Roman felt it, the very similar burning sensation, spreading throughout his whole abdomen and even up to his throat and down to his palms and the tips of his fingers, quickly skin turning black and the searing pain making the Prince wake up-

He jolted awake, the pain still inflicting itself onto him, he opened his mouth to scream before his own hand was slapped over it, along with an ominous laugh that bounced around the room, which at the moment, he failed to notice. He let out a bloodcurdling scream, but he didn't make a sound do the muffle of his hand...

The pain was unbearable, it felt as though every nerve in every muscle was being slowly set ablaze, and left to burn with infinite fuel. The bottom of his palm was burned and was only hurting worse because it was being forced to be placed with such pressure to his mouth. He frantically tried to pull his hand away, even beginning to claw at it with his other hand as he continued to scream.

Once he stopped screaming, only then was his hand allowed to be removed from his face, tears fell from his eyes, as he began to sob in pain, as creativity, he typically made things much more over-the-top and dramatic then they had to be, but, this was all genuine...

The pain in his stomach and arms began to surge with every breath he took, the heavy piece of fabric pressing against his chest, making the sensation intensify exponentially. He quickly fit his fingers underneath the collar of his overly decorated outfit and pulled it off, releasing some of the pain, while most of it continued to harm him. The prince sat there, his chest, stomach, back neck arms and palms covered completely in burn marks.

He sobbed, wanting in his mind to go get Patton, Logan or even Virgil! Someone to just help! He knew how to take care of a burn, but he can barely move without the pain resonating within his entire being. He shuddered as the cold air from his room hitting the burns.

Deceit did not have any physical appearance within Romans room, but the words like knives quickly attacked his brain.

"You're to weak to handle this"

"They all think you're stronger than this"

"If you ask for help, they'll think you're faking it..."

"You're such a drama queen, you probably are..."

"You have to work more tomorrow."

"You're not strong enough to do that are you?"

Roman shook his head "I-I'm fine.... I c-can... W-work... Tomorrow..... H-help.." He stuttered out through sobs and shaky breaths.

"Do you really think that? You're not that strong prince that you think you are...."

Roman nodded "You're... W-Wrong... I'm fine... I'm fine.... I-It'll go away...." He said, before trying to shift to lay back down since it was only three am, before almost screaming in pain, his hand returning to it's previous place on his mouth...

Not with Deceit's influence however...

Roman just didn't want the others to hear him, they're asleep, they shouldn't deal with the annoying egoist any more than they have to...

And the cycle repeated all night

For the next month.

The others never found out because he learned to act, lie, and fake his smile...

Even though at certain points, Patton noticed his smile suspiciously twinging, and him slightly flinching whenever he was hugged....

But... He didn't want to be wrong....

And to him, Roman wasn't one to lie about being okay,

So he never said anything......