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I rather forget - 2

Intro, One, Patton, Logan.

Summary: Patton's grip on Roman's arm tightens with every step, the moral side is more than aware of the danger of letting the price ran loose in the subconscious. He gets distracted tho, when one of the yellow frames happen to have him on it and accidentally touches it.

Ships: platonic DLAMP (because Deceit is barely mentioned here, aside from the obvious… ).

Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, blatant disregard for privacy…(I'm looking at ya Remy)... and that's it I think.

This one is short, probably gonna be the shortest, and still no beta-ed, hahaha.

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As they walked, the hallway got more and more filled with frames, until there was no more space between them. Patton walk besides Roman, who kept shivering every now and then.

The subconscious was a weird place for creativity to be. The imagination setting free while Thomas slept. The way it functioned being a mystery to Roman, even if he was, in a way, the one controlling the dreams. While Roman slept, Thomas dreamed. If Roman remained awake, then Thomas wouldn't have dreams at all.

Roman's ideas tended to get lost in the imagination, mostly the ones Roman discharged, but great ones had also gotten lost there in many occasions, like the one they were looking for just now.

Patton held the prince's arm tightly, as the embodiment of creativity, Roman could also get lost. He was weaker there. Virgil must have known too because he was holding Roman's other hand. Although, Patton thought, he seemed to be actually trying to get away from the frames as much as he could.

The moral side couldn't blame him. He truly understood, he himself left his more unpleasant memories here, things that made him extremely sad and didn't gave him the good feelings the ones in his room did. Thoughs, comments, some of his own actions that made him go to bad places, were thrown here. If he was worried about his own bad memories, it was just obvious that Anxiety was more than wary to re-experience his.

He couldn't stop the thought that maybe, just maybe, Virgil was more wary of Deceits.

But why, he wondered, as he tried counting the yellow frames. Giving up after missing some and then losing count. But the amount of them was just impressive.

One in particular caughted his attention. He started walking slowly, letting go of Roman's arm. The prince inmediatly noticing and stopping.

'Huh… Patton?' he said, Virgil pulling his hand before realizing what was going on. The other three kept walking, inadvertently. 'You ok, buddie?'

The moral side said nothing. Looking at the moving picture in the frame.

'Pops? You good?' questioned Virgil, finally making the others turn.

'It's me crying…' he murmured.

'What?' asked Virgil again, as Remy got closer to them looking upset.

'What did I just said about touching the frames!?' he scolded, grabbing the back of Patton's sweater and yanking him back. The momentum made Patton's hand go up, accidentally touching the yellow frame.

They all felt an instant pull and everything surrounding them changed. Instead of the dark hallway there were trees everywhere, the sound of birds made them all look up, the clear blue sky greeting them.

'Where…?' asked Thomas, only to be interrupted by Roman.

'Aha! The imagination! Home sweetest home!' he exclaimed, arms unfolded and spining around the place.

'I don't think we're there, princey.' Virgil said, getting everyone's attention. Roman was about to interject, when the anxious side pointed at something.

Patton was kneeling in front of a little boy. Looking closely, you could clearly notice the similarities.

Between them a cookie layed on the floor, completely crumbled. It was clear to all of them what had happened. Little Patton knew he couldn't eat it anymore. That didn't stopped him from crying and no matter how many reasurements the older Patton gave him, the kid didn't seem to listen. He couldn't be more than five or six years old. Adult Patton was about to start crying himself when it happened.

They all gasped as a hand tapped the kid's shoulder. Another young child appearing behind him, his face was a dead giveaway of who it was.

Deceit looked at the cookie and at Patton, the small moral side sniffling and looking back at him, tears still spilling from his eyes. Deceit smiled, only to proceed to show him the cookie he had on his hands and split it, offering one half to the crying side. The younger Patton inmediatly cheering up and hugging the other, they laughed together and left holding hands.

The memory ends there, and they stumble back to the hallway.

They’re all silent until Patton speaks.

“I remember that…' He says, hugging himself. 'Why would he put it here? Why would he rather forget that? It was one of the nicest things he��s done for me...'

Nobody had an answer, all they could hear was Patton's quiet sobs. Thomas put a hand on the moral side's shoulder, trying to comfort him. Patton smiled at him, cleaning his dears with his sweater. There's a sipping sound coming from Remy's straw.

'I always wondered.' he starts, under everyone's glare at his nonchalance. 'Dee-Dee, doesn't only leave sad memories in here. Most of them are happy....not that I have looked... much.'

'That's… a severe violation to Deceit's privacy.' complained Logan.

'Oh, please.' interrupts Sleep. 'Darling left them here, so he definitely doesn’t mind what happens to them and I’m on board of the T E A train now.' says, looking through some pictures. 'I told you not to touch the frames, now I need to k n o w.'

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