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The Sanders Amateur Theatre Troupe Proudly Presents: A drama in four seasons Chapter 1

Masterpost of chapters

(Roman uses He/they in this fic)

Characters, In order of appearance Roman - Our protagonist/ A vessel Patton Sanders - A ditzy theatre Director Logan Uil - An organized stage manager Remus - Our deuteragonist Janus Luz - A love interest Remy - An extrovert Virgil - An introvert Orange - Somebody who dislikes birthdays Logan - A second Logan

Act 1: Fall

Scene 1, Exterior. A humid forenoon at the start of fall. The paths have not yet began filling with dead leaves but birds have started planning their routes for warmer places. Between the football field filled with laughing children and the local pizzeria stands a theatre available to be used by amateur tropes.

Roman had never visited this particular theatre until 6 months ago simply because they hadn’t lived in this town for more than 6 months. It had been spring when he got settled here and soon after went to watch their first play. It was a classic: Midsummer night’s dream put on by a gaggle of amateurs and should by all means have been good but unmemorable, except for the actor who had played Puck. Just thinking about the performance still made Roman’s heart skip a beat. The way in which the stage lights had hit the actor’s smile as he enunciated the words while his dark curls had enveloped his face- Roman had to stop themself from thinking about it any longer lest their makeup would be ruined by blushing.

In a foolish ploy to meet that actor he had with shaking hands signed up to help backstage for the summer season, but the actor hadn’t been there.

Roman had kept their involvement with the Theatre a strict secret from Remus which included the day’s meeting for the coming fall season. Remus. Couldn’t. know.

The tremble that had been in his hands when he signed up returned as he put his hand on the doorknob and twisted it around. The aging oak wood creaked and groaned to let him inside but the sound was quickly overtaken by a mingling mix of voices all excitedly chattering. In the oval aula that acted as the stage room were ten or so people scattered about between seats.

The room held a dozen rows of velvet seating that bent at the edges to bring the focus to the stage that stood against the back wall of the room. The top of the ceiling was made of glass that made the sun shine down against the drapery which hung over the rest of the windows. When there were only a handful of people in the room it echoed like a church.

The director of the troupe, Patton Sanders, sat on the edge of the stage. He was a man in constant movement: his short legs swung back and forth, his mouth constantly talking, his afro that had been shaped into a heart bounced alongside his talking, his double chin jiggled and his many friendship bracelets bounced up and down his wrist. Before creating this troupe he’d been locally famous for coordinating the first ever all bear theatre company. He was perhaps the only person in the troupe who could be counted as a professional.

As soon as he saw Roman he waved him over with a smile “Ricky! You’re back!” He squinted “Wait no it wasn’t…It was uhm Romeo right?”

“Roman”

“Roman! Great name! Splendid! Welcome bacccck” Patton patted them on the shoulder before immediately becoming distracted by talking to another actor.

“Rory! Glad to see you’re back! Marvelous job your group did with the props last season!” “What’s up Robin!” Two of the actors named Emile and Thomas said at about the same time as Roman passed them to go sink away into a corner.

“Glad to see you too.. May many dragons break your legs!”

He couldn't really blame them for not remembering him since he hadn’t put in any effort to be remembered. With a twin/roommate/parasite like his he didn't want anyone to get close enough to learn about Remus, which was hard because if there was one talent Remus had it was getting attention.

A hand knocked against Roman’s shoulder which made him jump in his seat “Roman. Hello. Roman” A monotone voice repeated to try and get his attention.

They turned around to see the troupe’s stage manager Logan who ran the backstage crew like the navy. His thick rimmed glasses obscured his dark eyes which made it hard to read his emotions.

“Roman, are you planning on betrayal?” He asked without a hint of humor.

In turn Roman moved his jelly arms around Logan and hugged him “You remembered my name!! OUGH! BEAUTIFUL NERD! Always dependable!”

“I remember everyone’s name…I wouldn’t be a very astute manager if I did not”

“I Woullld never betray you Logan!!.....what betrayal were you talking about by the way?”

“You would not be the first person to try out their luck in the theatre by lending a hand to the noble backstage crew only to turn their back as soon as they muster up the courage to get on stage, so I ask, will you betray the backstage?”

Roman gave a quick squeeze to Logan’s waist before backing off from the hug “Ah. Hah. Well. You see. Haha”

He looked them up and down with a snide turn of his lips “Betrayal it is”

“Nooo. I’m just” Roman pouted while trying to think up an excuse “It’s just that my dog uh bit my hands a few hours ago so I can’t lift props so. Yeah. No other choi-”

A single triangle note rung out across the room and everyone turned to see that Patton had stood up on the stage “Hello everybody! Thanks for joining me once again for another season of the Sanders theatre troupe! Now I have gotten complaints about our choices being a bit too safe! Too cliche! To many shaky-Ps and Stringy-bergs! SO! I promise! This year we will be trying new things! Starting with our Fall show! With the spooky season we obviously have to do a spooky play so. drum roll” Patton did a dramatic bravado on his triangle “We’re doing Frankenstein!”

Thomas immediately held up his hand “Musical or play?”

“Play!”

“Darnit!”

“Specifically Frankenstein - playing with fire!”

Patton held up a thick stack of manuscripts and his cousin Thomas took them to hand out to everyone in the room. By the time he got to Roman he had to poke at them thrice before they took the script.

“How about a 15 minute break while everyone eyes through the script and then we can come back and discuss it. Okay? Okay!” Patton continued.

The moment the word Frankenstein had been uttered, Roman's heart began to race. It was beating hard enough that they could hear it in their ears and their sight turned loopy. Their fingers twitched and grabbed onto the edges of the seat to keep themself stable.

There was a specific kind of ache that permeated his head when triggers came up, no matter what type of trigger it was. It wasn’t the solid pain of a headache spurred on by lack of sleep, nor the annoyance of the pain left from hitting his head. It was more like the space inside his skull was becoming too small at the same time that something, or someone, was trying to push its way inside.

Like two people trying to get through a door frame at the same time. He pinched the skin by his wrists to try and keep himself at the front of the door but it was too late. The edges of his limbs were already starting to numb and his eyes went out of focus. The door turned agape-

Roman forced themself to stand up and nearly tripped over the chair next to them but managed to stumble their way out of the theatre before crashing down onto the staircase right outside. The door frame tightened around his mind as something managed to push through.

“Were you watching a horror film just now or something? Because I felt VERY pulled into the front REal quick! Was there dismemberment involved? Staaabbings?”

From the corner of Roman’s eye he could see that Remus had suddenly appeared on the staircase next to him. His twin stared right back at him with acid green eyes and a wide grin.

“..No…No stabbbings” Roman’s words came out slow and mumbled, as they always did when he was dissociating.

“Ah. Electric execution then?”

Remus was in Roman’s opinion a horrible deformed mirror version of himself. His body was made out of rotting pieces of skin patches together and flies followed his stench wherever he went. He had the same long blonde hair as Roman but let it hang down unstyled and ratty with some parts being so matted that he could stick pencils through it. (His record of pencils in hair was 25). With the twist of a stitch he could make his limbs fall off and with a knick of his skull he could open his head up. He liked to store knick knacks in there. Sometimes a live rat. Dirt was packed under his nails, his teeth were yellowed and he intentionally wore shirts short enough to show their scars.

Roman got a bit queasy each time they looked at him, so they buried their head in their hands to avoid him.

The longer Remus spent co-fronting the clearer he became “You were…Someone was talking about Frankenstein. You know I love that story! The monster can rip me up any day!” He pieced together from blurry memories “And you ran out like a little bitch! Embarrassing” He made the body’s head turn around “Where are we?”

“Yes, you’re right Remus. Someone did mention Frankenstein. Congrats! You can go now!” Roman said but his words were no longer coming out of the body’s mouth, instead his words echoed through their mind. It was easier to speak on the inside when dissociating.

Remus picked their nose “I dunno how to leave. I never learned what an exit is! OH But I think that trashcan looks full and fun!” He stood up but the body was still shaky enough that he nearly fell. He looked down to catch his step and noticed what they were wearing. “Why you got your nice pants on?? Are we going to a job interview?? Is there someone we gotta impress??”

Roman pushed his way through the metaphorical door and got enough control to make the body sit down again. He desperately searched around in his bag for his headphones so that he could play the Mulan soundtrack loud enough to blast Remus back into the deep dark depths of the brain.

“These bitching ass motherfucking cockroach sucking shits” Roman muttered while he tried to untangle the headphone wires but as he spoke he could hear his voice going a few pitches higher which made it sound more like Remus’ voice.

Just as Roman had managed to untangle the ends of the headphones a shadow creeped up across his face. He looked up to see who had caused the shadow but with the sun shining against the person’s back all he could see was long curls of black hair.

“Are they doing auditions today already?” The stranger asked but their tone made it sound more like a joke.

“Nope”

“It’s strange then because usually I only see people moping around on the staircase when they’re sulking from their auditions sucking”

“I- Pff- I am Not sulking!” Roman scoffed “And why are you hanging around here anyway!?

The stranger leaned down to met his eyes “Obviously I am arriving fashionably late darling”

It was the same smile that Roman remembered so clearly from the Midsummer night’s dream performance. The same brown eyes and freckled skin that had made his knees weak.

Roman parsed his lips to reply but nothing came out. His eyes went out of focus as his heart raced so wildly it might as well be a horse at the gallop.

It was too much. He turned around and reached for the doorframe where Remus still stood and he curled down into the corner of the frame.

“Ro-bro there’s a guy talking to us” Remus said while poking at his twin with his toe.

In response Roman covered his ears and furiously shook his head around. Remus hunched down next to him, saw how red his face was and stood right back up. “NoNoNoNo not like this. His first impression can’t be of me like THis” He heard Roman mumbling to himself.

Remus popped off his lower left arm and plopped it onto his twin’s shoulder to keep him company before he walked through the doorframe and took over the controls.

From the stranger’s perspective it had merely gone a second when Remus piped up “As I said I am Not sulking! I am out here looking for bugs. They like to go and hide in the creases of stairs y’know and on a sunny day like this they’re gonna be nice and toasty by the time I find them”

“Are the bugs for a pet or an enemy?”

“For ME! Obviously! If I want them for my enemy I’m not gonna get them toasted!”

The stranger’s smirk widened into something closer to a genuine smile and they sat down next him. “I think I have a few more minutes before I officially go from fashionably late to plain rude, so” They reached out a gloved hand “I’m Janus”

Remus' first instinct was to thumb wrestle “I’m Roman! I’m very normal and boring!” He said it without hesitation because he was used to not being known by his actual name.

“Very normal, boring and awfully red. Are you method acting as sunburnt or do you need me to lend a hat?” Janus teased. He effortlessly won the thumb war.

It was only when he pointed it out that Remus noticed that his face was flushed up to the tips of his ears and his arms were noodling. Roman still had his foot in the door after all which meant his feelings were still affecting the body.

“Aww a hat? For moi? Do you give out hats to every shithead you meet?”

Janus leant closer “Well darling I tend to have the kind of effect on people that makes them turn red”

“Uhm anyone can do that though…With a knife” Remus managed to completely miss the intended mood “Oh but I guess once the blood has run all out human intestinities do go white so maybe blushing is a better method- That reminds me I saw this doc once of morgue people that were cutting up bodies and stuff, I mean like post murder bodies so all the blood been drained, and the insides looked all mushroomy when it was all white. It stopped looking human so it barely even counted as gore so I got a bit bored after like 20 minutes but I guess it was good to learn how we look. Or well how you look on the insides. Personally I have a rat in an squirrel wheel in my chest that powers me”

“That-” Janus began, and Roman was aware enough of the conversation to want to strangle Remus for his idiotic rambling “That was really fantastic breath control! You’re here for the theatre are you not?- Actually, dear, don't answer because now you are whether you want to or not. We could use a good monologuer. It gets lonely being the only talented one, believe me”

This time it was Remus’ own feelings that made their heart race.

“I Guuueessss I have soooome time before the bugs are finished toasting hehehehee”

“Good” Janus stood up and dusted off his clearly carefully picked out clothes “Do you have any favorite plays?”

“Uhhh I liked that part in the Jesus Christ musical where they were giving him a bunch of lashings and the blood was gushing and he was all sweaty and on the brink of death. Ro- My roomate had to leave the room when that scene came on but I really enjoyed it!”

“Ah, An enjoyment of the macabre I see. I totally don’t see the appeal in aaaany of that either, it’s not like for my senior project in my acting class I did a majestic one man interpretation of Night, mother or anything”

“What’s Night mother?”

“I’ll lend you the script later”

“Only if you wanna risk having some pages eaten”

“I think that will be a risk worth taking”

Janus casually put his hand against Remus’ lower back to scoot him into the theatre. Inside Remus glanced back at Roman and saw them still quivering in hiding but the look on their face had turned furious. He turned away again but still felt his twin glaring holes into his back.

As soon as Janus stepped into the aula Patton gasped and ran towards him with his arms extended into a bear hug, but he stopped in a halt right before reaching him “Is it safe to hug you?”

“No Patton if you hug me right now a mechanism will turn on that will make my heart instantly stop” Janus snarked before holding out his arms “The swellings gone down enough, it’s okay”

“YAY!”

The director hugged him tight enough to nearly lift him off the ground before leaning back with a look of absolute anticipation.

“Can I make an obvious joke?”

Janus sighed but nodded “You may”

“Well well….You must be happy to finally get That off your chest” Patton laughed at his own joke “Get it because the top surgery-”

“Yes I understand” Janus rested his arm atop Patton’s head “What I don’t understand is how you dared to do Miss JUlie the ONE season I was away!”

“Aww kiddo. Everyone is aware you would have made a great-”

“-A remarkable! A fantastic! An unforgettable Miss Julie! YES! Yes Indeed I would!”

“You will have your chance some day when I run out of ideas and have to start redoing plays don’t worry”

Janus clicked his tongue in annoyance but accepted it “By the way I found this strange man outside. He wants to join” With a shove he pushed Remus forward.

“Oh that's Ronald, he helps with props!”

“I do?” Remus glanced back at his twin.

“Well he wants to try out for an acting role” Janus continued.

“I do? I do! Mega love frankenstein yep yep. Thats why I don't got a heart, cause I gave it to him. The mooonnssstteer”

“Aww kiddo that's great!” Patton shone up “And great for us as well! There are 6 roles available and we only have 4 regular actors so plenta a acting interested stage hands can get the chance!”

Patton checked his watch to see that the break was nearly over and with another bright smile he returned to the stage at the end of the aula to continue the meeting. He was mostly just hearing the other peoples thoughts on the play and taking suggestions on the direction of it. Janus sat down in the back of the room and patted the seat next to him.

The sound of the meeting merely became background noise as Remus threw glances at the other man. Freckles littered his skin but only on the right side of his face. He was quite covered up with a long skirt, a sophisticated snake patterned sweater and gloves but it could be assumed that the freckles continued down along the rest of that side of his body. The right side also held a faded thin scar that went over his lip and another larger and more jagged purple hued scar that went up along his cheek.

In the inner world Roman pulled himself up along the wall and tried to regain his composure “Bro you had your time, I can take back over now” But as he tried to take a step forward his feet refused to lift. He was as stuck as a bird in oil.

“Nah. I got this. Don’t worry” Jolts of electricity surged between the bolts on Remus’ neck “I mean judging from how fast our hearts beating I think you got a crush on this guy so just sit back and lemme handle this. I’mma get his number for you bro!”

Roman sunk back down to the ground “Bitching Perfect. He's gonna get me kicked out forever”

“Sssoooo” Remus whispered while leaning his grimey little face close to Janus’ “You got top surgery recently?”

“Indeed. A bear came and bit my boobs off so it had to be done. Are you looking for surgeon recommendations?”

“No. I just—Just wondering if the scars still healing” He fluttered his eyelids and pushed his fingers together.

“That is generally how skin works after a surgery yes”

“HOT! Few things better than pulling at the stitches am I right or am I right??”

“I’m quite sure you’re not supposed to pull at them”

“Exactly! Going against the grain! Using free will! Very fun!”

Janus tried to keep a straight face but let out a snort. He quickly covered his mouth with his gloved hand “Sadly I have not regained feeling in my chest yet”

“Perfect time for some at home amateur surgery then! Personally I got a big long scar right down my chest but that was professionally made but if I had the choice I would add some more. One time I was in the middle of surgery and I dunno what they’d done but the nurses had gotten the wrong dose of sleeping shit or whatever- maybe my resistance had gotten stronger quicker that they’d expected- So I woke up in the middle of my chest having been torn open and like I couldn’t feel anything cause the anesthesia was still working. It took the nurses like a minute before they noticed that my eyes were open and during that minute I just laid there and I saw my insides being rearranged by cold metal and gloved hands and I saw the layers of tissue pulled apart and the blood oozing and I knew logically that it should have hurted but it didn't. I remember being surprised at how blue the doctor’s gloves were despite being inside me. I thought they’d be all red from blood but I guess that’s what made them a professional. Then they put me under again and when I woke up I was stitched back together and the stitches hurt more than being cut open had hurt. And honestly I think I’ve been chasing that moment ever since. I just wanna know how it felt y’know? Do you feel that too?”

Janus stared at him for a few seconds before simply stating “I want to study you”

“Like a bug?”

“Like the last specimen of a soon to be extinct species”

“Oooh or maybe like the cell matter of a new highly deadly disease!! Or like taxidermy! Or like the blood left on a crime scene”

“Perhaps”

“Yay!” Remus turned back to Roman and did a double thumbs up.

Their conversation was interrupted by Logan shushing them. Having to actually listen to the meeting made Remus melt away by boredom until they eventually fell into deep dissociation and when Roman blinked back to reality he was alone in the front. He quickly took his things and the script and left the theater as soon as he could as to not face Janus.

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Scene 2. The same day. Int. A tiny kitchen with wallpaper that’s slowly peeling off at the edges and a fridge that is chronically half filled. Roman had bought themself ice cream as an after theatre treat a few days prior but someone else had eaten it when he wasn’t looking. They had to settle on eating cornflakes with sprinkles on top while watching the tony nominations.

Remus had bitten off their nail polish again so Roman had to reapply it and despite having both the tony’s and a compilation of cute lion videos their mind still kept replaying the conversation with Janus. Which was exactly what they were trying to avoid!! Faced with no other choice but to face it head on Roman sat back and put on their headphones.

In one ear they put the glee cover of Don’t rain on my parade on repeat and in the other the soundtrack to the Frankenstein musical. They let their head lull backwards against the seat of the couch and studied the wood shapes in the ceiling until the colors blurred together.

The mind palace became more clear to him since he had stepped into it willingly this time. A vivid red couch similar to the one he was sitting on in real life took shape in the middle of the mind palace. It stood in front of a wide TV which played what the eyes were seeing at the moment. The room stretched to become bigger until it fitted a large fluffy carpet and a kitchen area with a fridge filled with only his favorite foods. The walls became adorned with posters for his favorite movies and the scent of the room smelled like roses.

There was no entrance nor an exit anywhere in the room. There was an outline of a door drawn upon the wall furthest away from the tv in the same manner as in a looney tunes cartoon, And yet somehow that 2D door opened for a brief moment to let Remus through. He closed it tightly behind him.

“Oooh Am I in trouble with the principle” Remus took off his ear and held it towards the tv “Hearing that soundtrack gotta mean I’m getting summoned and you shitass never got anything FUN to talk about!”

“You ruined Janus’ first impression of me!”

Remus rolled his eyes, literally plopped out his eyes and rolled them around in his palm “Wellllll SHitface when were you gonna tell me about your part time theater hobby?”

“MAybe when you stop eating my bitching food!!”

“Wow Okay so you want me to starve” He put his eyes back in and pouted “Cruel! Cruel Roman! Shitlegs! Shitabs! Shitarms!-”

“No one uses those insults-”

“-Horrible! This is how you treat your brother? Your own flesh and blood!?!?!?”

“Oh shut up!”

“Might as well kill me with a rock! Huh!? CaIN!?”

Roman draped himself across the couch in a way that could only be described as dramatic right before exclaiming to his twin “Can you stop being overdramatic!”

“Can’t be helped! It’s genetic! Got it from dear mama! That’s where you got your stank attitude too!”

“How about you start helping me brainstorm how to explain to janus why my personality was completely different when he met me?”

Remus cocked his eyebrow “Why you assuming he’s not gonna talk to me again??”

“BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT REAL!” Roman yelled before taking a deep breath and in a more mumbled tone continued “You’re an imaginary friend gone too far! A coping mechanism of a sick child that should have disappeared years ago! And imaginary people aren’t supposed to talk to actual real people!”

“Pffff, so you’re saying not all humans can do thiisss” Remus sat down on the ground so that he could take off his legs and put them back on the wrong thigh “Ta-da!”

Roman looked at him as he tried to walk before putting their head in their hands “I am never going to get a boyfriendddd” They wailed and the room shrunk around them, walls approaching as all of the posters instantly peeled off at once.

In the same instant Remus’ body turned back to how it was supposed to be and he moved his arms to embrace Roman “No don’t say that. C’mon aren’t you supposed to be the creative type. We can come up with an excuse easily. Like…You were on drugs!”

“I can’t tell him that!”

“Okay then you were having an allergic reaction that made your head all fuzzy and made your personality fun for once!”

Roman sucked in a shaky inhale and looked down at the carpet.

“No don’t cry” Remus wiped the tears from the edge of Roman’s eyes “I didn’t know this Janus guy was that important to you. I thought you were just like horny”

“He seems so cool and put together and good at- at stuff! I just want him to not think I’m..”

“A freak like me?”

“Mhmm. We’re going on 22 and we haven’t even kissed anyone, isn’t that like pathetic”

Remus scoffed “We’re just saving these luscious lips for the perfect ass”

“Gross”

“C’mon Romeo” Remus pinched his cheek “You can come up with some excuse”

–

Scene 3. Int. Patton sent a message in the troupe group chat asking if anyone wanted to help out tomorrow with the outlining of prop creation and Roman checked the chat at least fifty times during the next few hours until he saw Janus reacting to the message with a thumbs up emoji. Naturally he too immediately decided to come. It had been a clearheaded day for them. No headaches, no dissociation and no hints of Remus. A perfect day to give their real first impression to Janus.

Janus had put his hair up into two long poofy braids to keep it out of his face as he helped Logan cut out pieces of cardboard that would later be painted to resemble icebergs. Roman would have gone up to help but for now he hid in a corner to try and garner courage. From the corner of his eye he saw Janus stand up and stretch his back which made his shirt lift up and a happy trail going up along his stomach visible.

Roman felt like he was about to pass out. The only reason he wasn’t splashing water in his face was so as to not ruin his eyeliner.

He needed at least another 5 minutes to compose himself but Janus had already spotted him. With that damn beautiful gorgeous look on his face he did a catty little wave at Roman before coming over.

“Hello my little specimen” He teased.

“Ahahaaaa. Hiii. Uhm sooo” Roman squeezed his lips together tightly while gesturing aimlessly with his hands “I kinda have to tell you something”

Janus only looked mildly worried “Sure. You have the metaphorical floor darling”

“Yess so you see. Uhm who you met last week that wasn’t really me so to speak…”

“Oh like you were high?”

“No! Why are- No! Why would you assu- No!”

“I’m not judging. Correction. I do judge. I judge everyone constantly, just not on the usage of drugs specifically”

“I wasn’t on drugs!”

“Sure”

Roman sucked in air through his teeth “I kind of have a….Brother…A twin brother….”

Janus eyes widened in anticipation as he started to realize what they were about to say “Don’t tell me you motherfucking Parent trapped me”

“I had a sudden shift I had to take but since it was the start of a new season I didn’t want to miss it so I told my twin to uhm impersonate me and uhh take my clothes and style and go in my place. Basically who you met then wasn’t me! I’m the real Roman!”

A cold chill ran down Roman’s back in the second of silence that followed before Janus let up into a full bellied laugh “Oh my that is So dramatic! I know we are literally in a theater and all but wow! The level of dedication for drama! I simply must express my awe!”

“So you’re cool with it?”

“How could I not accept such a divalicious fake-out!?"

Janus began to tilt his head and squint his eyes while looking Roman up and down until they had to ask "Whatcha doing?"

"Twins are supposed to have some tell don't they? Like the one thing that sets them apart. Or is that a myth?"

Roman choked on his own saliva but sputtered out a lie "Of course! Yes! Yes! You see IIIIII- I have birthmarks on the front of my knees while my twin he- he has them on the back of his knees"

"Alright. By the way, May I ask the name of who I spoke with before?”

“Oh. Remus. His name is Remus”

Janus sputtered up into another fit of laughter “Oy. Excuse me. This is just a bit awkward”

That cold chill returned “Awkward?” Roman asked, voice suddenly weak.

“Well I had actually” Janus took out a small piece of paper from his shirt pocket “Been planning to give you- your brother my number the next time I saw him” He put it in Roman’s hand “So please do give that to him for my sake. Lovely talking to you Roman. I look forward to working with someone who is on my level of dramatics but I should probably get back to Logie now”

With that Janus turned and walked away, leaving Roman standing dumbfounded with his phone number in the palm of his hand.

“Hey”

Roman let out a yell of surprise as Remus suddenly stood right behind them, peering over their shoulder.

“Whatcha holding? Oh my satan is it Jannie’s number!?! I told ya I was gonna get it for us!”

“For me, not us” Roman muttered “Why are you here? No one’s even talking about Frankenstein”

“Oh I dunno it’s almost like talking to Janus was the longest non Roman conversation I’ve had in YEARs. Yeah wonder why that would create a positive trigger for me”

“Great. So you’ll be here whenever Janus is here. Exactly what I needed” Roman crumbled the note up and pushed it deep down into his pocket, so deep that he hoped he wouldn’t have to think about it ever again “Remus can you please just- just take over the body and get us home. I don't want to exist for a while”

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