#goodbye imma hibernate

[mother-snake]

So: coldblooded creatures hibernate when it gets cold, and I heard that they can kinda be forced to hibernate by making the area cold for a really long time (not sure if it’s real or from fiction). And what if someone (*cough cough* evil darkside oc *cough cough) made it cold so he would be forced into hibernation? -✨

(I might end up sending in a few more prompts, I have taken several naps and I’m energized)

words: 1409 tags: @idkanameatall @imma-potatoo @girl-with-many-fandoms warnings: cold tempatures (?), hybernation(?) angst. sad snek times.

He looked around the dark scape shivering. He could see his own breath, and he knew only the worst could come from that. he hadn’t been forced to hibernate for a while. So, he knew the darks were either angry at him or planning something. He hoped the small hint he had left in Virgil's room would be enough to notify them of his situation before he ended up too deep.

He felt sluggish and seemed to be constantly yawning. Cup of coffee after cup of coffee could only do so much for a time before caffeine did nothing. loud music didn’t help. In fact, the songs seemed to almost lure him into a peaceful slumber quicker. blankets and heating mats were limited and had somehow disappeared and he was slowly becoming desperate as he shivered under a singular thin blanket.

A small part of him knew that the lights wouldn’t come. Every time it happened, he sent them a signal that he needed help. But every time… no one would come.

He was starting to get sick of this game of good and evil they were trapped in. because he knew for a fact that if that were the case, he wasn’t sure what side he was on. and honestly that’s what scared him the most. That he didn’t know what side he wanted to be on.

He wanted the care and love that the light sides gave, but seemed to refuse to let him have. But he was bound in Thomas’s mind here… trapped. Either way he wasn’t sure which was the better situation.

He sat shivering in place. He knew that he wouldn’t last longer. Only ten minuets max. he had held out for a good three days. That was a low record, but they had lowered the temperature increasingly recently. Far lower than usual.

He shivered as he pulled the blanket as tightly to himself as possible. His eyes fluttered shut. He was down for the count. And he didn’t know how long he was going to be in that state for.

--

Virgil was getting confused. He had shown the others the small doodle of another snowflake in the corner of a book he had been reading recently. and a connection he had made a while ago was that when it happened. Janus would seemingly disappear before the darks would try something or another.

And there it was once again. This time bigger and a number placed at the side. 35. That was new. but it was a new clue. And that was something he knew a certain logical side would love to see. and that’s why he found himself standing next to Logan who took one glance at the number. Something seemingly clicking in place.

He watched as Logan walked over to where a dark wooden bat with a blue handle sat, only to be held in logans hand. “were getting decide out of there,” he said as he walked over to the door. Virgil looked at him with wide eyes before nodding. “ill alert roman to create a new room, I'm sure the others will be happy to help,” Virgil said, giving a quick nod. Logan gave a sharp one in return before the both of them sunk down.

The room was pale white with splashes of red and gold everywhere. The price was sitting at his desk writing something with an obnoxiously fancy quill.

“hey roman!” he called, starting the prince badly enough he fell over off his chair. “what do you want Virgil?” he asked grumpily. “code yellow time,” he winked.

Roman burst off the floor and out of his door. Virgil shook his head in amusement. Anything to create a new room for a side. he was just as exited when he did the same for Remus and anxiety himself. --

Logan, Patton and Remus stood in a blackened version of their living space. Cracks ran up the walls and a shiver ran down their spines at the coldness of the place. Patton felt himself already numbing at the feeling. He knew his frog like aspect didn’t like this one bit. If Janus was suspect to this for longer, he wouldn’t be surprised if he were now a block of snake ice.

Remus shivered for another reason. he didn’t like this place. Too much of him had been repressed here. He had been used by the others once to many for his liking when he left. He had felt guilt knowing he was leaving Janus to fend for himself. And just by the feel of the air he knew the darks were doing this as punishment.

They had stood still for a while. Logan’s bat hung in a tight grip. knuckle dusters were looped around Patton's fingers, shiny and well kept. Remus held his mace over a shoulder using both of his hands. “stick together, Patton can’t stay for too long due to cold bloodedness he deals with. Half an hour max I’d say,” Logan said to the both of them,” Remus, can you show the way?”

“you got it specs” Remus said, it was spoken, but they could hear the malice undertone.

Five minuets later they were standing in front of a chalky yellow door. Stains from who knows what splattered in all directions decorated it grotesquely. Logan knocked. He did it again. And again. Now answer.

Remus put a hand on the door, green static covered the door before a small click could be heard. the three of them felt themselves pale as they saw Janus pale and closed eyes. One thin blanket barely covered him. Logan could barely process what he saw. Patton looked at Janus and had to stop himself from crying. Remus felt guilt unimaginable to himself.

But they quickly made their way to his side. Remus let his mace fade and picked Janus up hastily in a bridal style, Logan placed the blanket over Janus. it wouldn’t do much. but it was still something over nothing.

They quickly made their way out. the other darks must have been busy plotting to realise they were even there. and it seemed, just as quickly as they arrived. they were gone. --

Janus was warm. He was oh so warm and surrounded by something incredibly soft. He could feel himself melting into it more. but then he realised something. The last he remembered his room was not ever this warm. And never had it had such blankets before.

He tried his best to open his eyes, cracking them open to a darkened room. That he was used to. he looked around the room. Two solid black walls. One yellow, the other was a complete bookshelf.

The worlds best bed he was sat on seemed to be a four poster. Black and yellow once again matched his theme. where was he?

The door creaked open. There standing and letting out a audible sigh of relief was Remus. Janus felt his heart drop for a mere second. He had left him alone. “where am i?” Janus asked looking into the blood red eyes of his old friend. “simple really snake face. your room. Or new one at least,” he chuckled before flopping down at the end of the bed,” Logan found out the code and roman made the room whilst we rescued you,” he stated.

Janus felt his mind go blank for a brief second. “wait- what?”

Remus groaned, “welcome to the family,” he said, giving jazz hands and sitting up.

“you came back… for me?” he asked, finding a sudden interest in the warm blanket. “of course I did. I wouldn’t have just left you there,” Remus chuckled, “well, anyways. Ill go forage the kitchen to find you something to eat!” Remus cheered before giving a quick goodbye and closing the door behind.

He shook his head. He looked around the room once more. Details he had skimmed over came to mind. Almost causing him to cry in happiness. The now three ex-darks had always told stories about how their rooms would look. but one thing Janus had always wanted. No matter how much the other two would giggle at how old fashioned it was… was a record player. One of the ones with the round speakers.

And there it was. sleek and black with a golden horn engraved with many details he couldn’t see from so far away.

And it suddenly it him.

He was home.