~ 1 Year After the Last Chapter ~

"Dumb!" a voice yelled, the figure pointing a finger at the other.

A male fired back, "Insane!"

"Waste of space!" the voice retaliated.

The dark purple silhouette screamed, "Corrupt!"

"Paranoid!" the hat-wearing one exclaimed.

The male shot up from his sleeping position, the dark purple blanket on top of him only going up to his knees.

His face was covered in sweat which was slowly fading away, his eyes wide open with a black look to them because of the light level in the room.

He was wearing a dark-purple long sleeve t-shirt & black shorts, his skin slightly pale but still healthy looking - his hands holding him up as he breathed quickly and heavily for the next minute or so.

The boy closed his eyes for a few seconds as his breathing got to a normal speed, before getting off of the bed and looking around the now lit-up room with his fingers in a 'snapping' position.

The walls were a dark purple shade, a closet in the back-right corner and a desk at the end of the bed - which was against the left wall.

A black door sat in the front-right corner on the right-side wall & a door, with a similar colouring to the walls, on the tall surface parallel to the one with the window (which stood at the back of the room).

The floor was a softly-textured grey carpet, a light-bulb hanging from the ceiling in the centre of the room with a golden-glow coming out of it.

The person approached the closet, opening it silently & pulling out a black backpack from the bottom of the space - unzipping it as quietly as a mouse.

He then proceeded to stuff some things into his bag; a purple long-sleeve w' small rips all over it, a pair of black shoes with grey laces & another with purple laces - putting a grey line-patterned hoodie, black t-shirt & similarly coloured jeans onto the floor.

After a bit of hesitation, he pulled a black hoodie with purple bits of fabric attached to it off of a hanger, fiddling with it a bit so that the inside of the jacket faced him.

An orange piece of felt was stitched around the chest-area on the inner-back of the hoodie & a yellow one diagonal & down from it.

Suddenly, the male ripped the sun-coloured fabric off of the jacket, white threads coming loose and the hoodie almost completely unharmed.

The boy placed the piece of felt into one of the bags pockets, pushed the clothing object inside & took the stuff-holder off of the floor & with him to the desk in his room.

The desk had a notepad with a grey-cover & a lightning bolt symbol on it, a pencil case with a checker pattern, a photo frame with a picture of three-sides inside of it, a black lamp which was currently illuminating the desk with a sand-coloured light and a metal torch with no light coming out of it.

The male placed all of the objects besides the lamp, pencil case & photo frame into the bag - opening the miniature one and pulling out a black permanent marker, forcing the lid off and then lifting the picture out of the frame.

He stared into the image for a few seconds before dragging the felt tip pen over two of the three people's eyes - the two being in the centre & right side of the photo.

The boy then placed the image back into the frame & stuffed that into the bag along with the rest of his stuff.

After that he pulled out a pen from his pencil case & placed the marker back inside of it, pulling off the lid before writing down on one of the pages of the notepad - leaning down over it to get a better look before putting the lid back on & pushing the pen back into the small object-holder.

He then ripped the paper out of the booklet & placed said object with the rest of his things, turning off the lamp before taking the note and bag into his hands - walking back towards the clothes on the floor before picking them up & placing the stuff-carrier down.

Around a minute later, the now hoodie-wearing male took the backpack off of the ground, turned around and approached the dark purple door whilst snapping his fingers - which caused the lights to go out.

"I'm done." the black & grey wearing person whispered under his breath, the bag on his back, a paper & yellow piece of fabric in his left hand & his other hand in one of his black jeans pockets - which came out to pull the door open, revealing an empty and dark hallway.

The boy closed the door behind him as quietly as he could, turning to the right before silently walking down the hall and into the open common area.

To the left was a kitchen with an island in the middle, the counter tops being shades of swirly-patterned greys & the cupboard silvers and whites.

To the right was a TV that sat on top of a dark-brown wooden table, opposite of it being a large black couch & the walls surrounding that space having a bunch of shelves pressed against them.

Between the two areas was a large circular black carpet, the floors made out of dark wooden planks.

The hoodie-wearing male approached the kitchen island noiselessly, objects in hand - looking around anxiously to see if anyone was watching him.

Once he was right next to the table, he placed down the piece of paper & the yellow felt on top of it - before turning back around and tip-toeing down the dark hallway, passing by three doors.

One of the three were fading from dark purple to black, the other doors coloured green & yellow - the cobwebs in the corners somehow not home to any spiders.

The boy placed his hand on the silver door nob that was attached to the black door at the end of the hall, pushed it forward and then walked onto the balcony that gave him the view of a starless night-sky.

He then walked to the right side of the open area, where he sunk down into a large, long & empty hall - the walls, ceiling & floor a gradient of black & white.

The male continued to walk on for a bit, knowing that no one would go to the place he was at currently - he found it the perfect spot to call home for a bit... not knowing what 'a bit' meant was quite the mistake.

Once he was in the dark-grey part of the hallway, he sat down against one of the spotless walls & placed his bag down next to him - pulling his hood over his head tightly before closing his eyes, which had a bit of black makeup underneath them.

Little did he know, he would be coming back to those very same walls that surrounded him for the next nineteen years of his & his host's life.

~ Somewhere Else, Some Time Later ~

The light coming through the window was a bright & blank white - which had been tinged into a more golden-like hue because of the similarly coloured blinds covering the glass.

Underneath the window was a grey-blanket covered bed (which also had a yellow pillow on it) & a black carpet on the ground underneath all of the furniture in the room - anything that was wooden a dark brown.

The bed was in the back-right corner of the area, the walls touching the sleeping spot jet-black & the other two a gradient of yellow-to-lime - the greener shade at the bottom.

In the back-left corner was a bunch of shelves attached to the multi-coloured wall above a large oak desk - a five-wheeled chair having been pushed underneath it with a stack of papers & a bunch of books on top.

A yellow door stood in the front-left with a closet next to it, the end of the bed where ones feet would be close to a black door on the same wall as the window.

A male figure with scales on the left-side of his face flopped the covers to the side, getting out of his bed whilst wearing a grey long-sleeve top & black pants.

He then walked towards the cupboard, opened the right-side door & pulled out a hanger that would remind anyone of a certain snek boi.

After a few minutes, deceit stood in front of his desk with a black caplet over top of a grey long-sleeve with yellow ascents & starless night-sky coloured shoes.

The yellow-themed persona turned towards the door, pulling in open and then closing it behind him before turning to the open common rooms of the subconsciousness.

Janus looked curiously at the counter top of the kitchen island after blinking a few times, spotting a piece of paper & square of yellow fabric on top of the marble-patterned area.

He then took several steps forward, before widening his eyes in shock as he read the words off of the page;

"Janus & Remus,

I have left to find Robozzo, and if I don't find him I'm ducking out.

Expect Morality to be more anxious, although why would that matter - you don't even care about him.

Remus, you are the evil twin - annoying me all the time, just saying that you should go die in a hole.

Janus, more like Deceit, you're stupid - just accept that you made a mistake and stop blaming me, and go ahead and put your anger out on Remus instead - cause I don't care about a freak like you.

I'm not gonna help you two to become 'light sides' or 'accepted' either, so when we are in our 30's - just go ahead and die from being completely forgotten.

I'm praying for you both to rot in hell.

P.S: The fabric's from my jacket, I never stitched one for Remus into it so yeah - don't even pretend to want me back & I am not Paranoia anymore.

From your enemy: Virgil, Anxiety Sanders.

- Anxiety"

The half-snake faced trait had a black tear roll down the human side of his face, "REMUS!"

Suddenly, a boy in black long-sleeves & pants fell down from the ceiling and onto the floor - a green sash tied around his waist, "What ya need Ja- you okay?"

Two words came out of the almost emotionless persona's mouth, "He left."

Pain hit him hard after the honest statement flew off of his tongue, the duke wrapping his arms around the other before whispering into his left ear, "We'll be alright Jan', we can wait - we'll be fine."

Deceit smiled lightly, "Yeah, we will."

That was true, but painful.