a world of my own... and like ten other people
Janus woke up, groaning. Cursed light sides, leaving them with this dump of a mind shack. No one even bothered with "Mind Palace" when it came to the dark sides. The light sides were living the dream while the dark sides and traits had NOTHING.
Well, nothing until today, it seemed.
Janus got up, groaning as he was woken up with a blinding white light, which quickly turned black then disappeared. He looked at the direction of the light, confused at the appearance of a door. Normally, he would think it was another trait appearing, that happens every few months or so.
But in his room?? Doubtful.
The half-snek side walked to the door cautiously. Something pulled him to it. Like a distant melody. He was just about to open it, his hand was on the han-
"JANUS!!! REMUS KILLED PACIFIST AGAIN!!"
He groaned and put on his Christmas sweater and some sweatpants before trudging out his room. "Get me three cups of coffee and I'll revive him."
This happened a lot. Remus killed a trait (mainly Pacifist) and Janus had to revive him. Traits can't, and Janus revoked Remus's ability. So, being the only side there with the ability, Janus was always cleaning up the crazy side's messes.
As he was finishing his last cup, Janus heard it. The distant melody.
Maybe this time he'll follow it.
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