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At a certain point there was only so much to smash in here.
Thank fuck for the mindscape repairing things, he supposed, all though it was aggravating every day to wake up to all of his hard work gone.
At least he could walk freely around his room. He'd heard Intrusive Thoughts regularly woke up chained to the wall.
Sides didn't need to eat, but still, he'd kill for a cookie or something. His food summoning skills were non-existent.
He got plenty of sustenance from the way the Core sides were anyways sniping at each other, anyway. It was like little bits of candy, the only treats he ever got.
Oh, and the others visited sometimes, but he'd hardly count that as a treat.
He'd only heard the news about Anxiety rising to "actually seeing Thomas in person" status because Thomas had been frustrated with Anxiety so he'd been paying attention at the time.
Turns out poor little Anxiety had been the frustrated one by the end of the video. It had been highly amusing, and he'd said so when Anxiety came to complain to him afterwards.
But then the Cores, and Virgil too apparently? had decided that little digs at each other were too mean and now they had to stop because it could lead to things like ducking out, as if that had even remotely been what the problem was, and he felt the mindscape shift and his room be shoved further down.
Really? Now a little bit of rudeness was too much? Was on the same level of bad as ideas like jumping out of an airplane without a parachute? He'd punched several new holes in the wall and gone to sleep fuming that night.
He'd also woken up to find his door locked. He hadn't been able to leave his room in years, but at least he'd been able to shout down the hallway at the others. Now he'd have to wait for them to come to him. His hand tightened on the doorknob and he ripped it off. What was the point if the door didn't open anymore?
Some time after that, Thomas decided to confront Remus.
Remus.
Instead of him?!
The injustice! How could he? He was so mad he'd actually managed to summon some glass, which he smashed promptly. It was very satisfying, but only for a moment.
Then.
The Wedding.
Thomas had been so angry.
But he'd let NONE OF IT OUT.
He was already alone down here. And after that fiasco...
He tore at the rope on his wrists.
He could only walk a few feet away from the wall now.
Deceit still visited. Well, Janus. No, Deceit. It was Deceit when he was angry.
Deceit wouldn't get within range.
It was a good idea.
He wasn't sure what he would do if Deceit got close.
He couldn't close his eyes, lately. The orange glow was constant, and, nowadays, focused on one side in particular.
"I see you've found your window of opportunity," said Deceit.
He smiled ruefully. "And what else have I got, exactly?
"Nothing, I suppose," Deceit smirked.
"I hate you, you know."
"Who doesn't?"
He snarled and strained against the ropes. Deceit stood and brushed the dust off his cloak. It had gotten very dusty on the other side of the room.
Deceit turned, then paused. "I truly wish you the best." Deceit turned away quickly, but he couldn't quite hide his pitying expression.
He howled, orange light flashing wildly around the room as Deceit closed the door, and the lock clicked shut.