From the moment Roman had woken up that morning, he knew it was going to be a bad day.  He looked in the mirror, it was kinda hard since the mirror was cracked due to a mental breakdown that night. The bags under his eyes were dark enough to rival Virgil's eyeshadow from countless sleepless nights, and his hair was an absolute birds nest of a mess. He felt...tired. More than just physically. He was mentally exhausted and emotionally traumatized. He knew if he came down the others would worry about him, he looked at his clock. Great! 10:00 am, that was late to just wake up, for him at least.

"Another day, another act of pride.." He murmured to himself, putting on his most convincing fake smile as he tried to tame his hair a little. At his door, he heard a soft but kind knock, only the fatherly trait could make. "Kiddo? Are you ok? It's really late, everyones already eating breakfast". Roman froze, not knowing what to do, "I'll be out in a second Padre," he replied.

He snapped his fingers and all trace of his mess of a life was hidden behind the mask of smiles and Disney. He put on one of those masks as he walked down to the living area, of course Virgil was the one to say something to him, "Here comes his royal bitchness" He said with a smirk. Roman just laughed it off and went to the kitchen, but did he eat? Ha! Would this be Roman Angst if he ate? He just sat there while everyone else devoured their eggs and bacon. "Roman? Aren't you gonna eat?" Patton asked.

Roman gave him a forced smile and hesitantly took a bite of his eggs. He quietly gagged on it as he swallowed. It wasn't that it tasted bad, he just didn't want to eat. He saw how awkward everyone became, so he just got up and 'dramatically' walked to his room so no one would ask questions.

He took off his mask and forced out that one bite he took. He walked over to his scale to weigh himself. He flinched at the numbers that read "105", "I'm not perfect yet" Roman sighed as he went to his bathroom cabinet and took out some diet pills. 'Take one a week' it said on the worn out label. Roman usually took 3 a day, after each meal. He only drank water and ate very little, like a grape or something so he could survive. It's not like Roman wanted to live, he just did it for Thomas.

'For Thomas' that was his reason to live. Roman didn't know what would happen if he died, since no side had died. Duh. So for now, he just had to be perfect.

Or, at least, that's what the doubts and insecurities told him.

First chapter done! Me and Mj worked super hard on this and we hope you guys will enjoy it! This took I think a month? Maybe less.