Fear Will Be Your Enemy

The Meeting (Part Three)

Okay fine, so he had lied. He was upset with Patton. But not... not angry. No, he could never be angry with Morality. Honesty? Sure! He took great joy in pissing off Mattie, they guy was a dick. But 20 years alone is a lot of time to think. And to pine, for that matter.

Morality. Patton. He had such a pretty laugh, a smile that could make you forget the world for a minute, an incomprehensible joy to him. Oz couldn't deny that he loved Patton.

And that was part of the reason, he thought, that Patton had killed him.

Things had been different back then. Thomas was still under the impression that he was hetero, and he was the only dark side. Okay okay, maybe that wasn't quite right. There weren't 'dark' and 'light' sides then. Honesty slowly forced that distinction. He remembered it well.

"Ozzzy!" Mattie sing-songed, skipping into his room. "Come and play with me, I'm bored."

"Don't wanna," he had mumbled from his cocoon of blankets. "Thomas saw a dead squirrel on the street today. It's to sad."

"Ugh, you're no fun!" the honest side had said, coming over and ripping the blankets off with a flourish, jumping into Oz's bed. "Get up. Get up. Get up." He chanted over and over.

"Why don't you play with Morality?"

"Morality's trying to learn how to cook, I don't wanna catch on fire." Honesty stopped bouncing, sitting down and begining to play with Oz's hair. "Wanna play truth or dare?"

"It's no fun to play it with you, you always pick truth and get mad when I don't." Honesty grabbed a pillow, as if it were some sleepover.

"Truth or dare." He insisted, waiting for Oz to agree. Oz sighed, realizing that he never did have a choice when it came to Honesty. The side always got what he wanted. 

"Dare."

Honesty smiled, as if he was being incredibly clever- even though he pulled this trick every time. "I dare you to tell me: Do you have a crush on Morality ?"

Oz turned red. "What? No way, that's gross!" He said a little to quickly.

Honesty's expression darkened. "Don't lie, lying is what's gross. Anyway, I already knew you did I just wanted you to admit it."

"Why did you want me to admit it?" Oz asked slowly. But he knew. He always knew.

"Because I'm 'na make a deal with you, that's why. You promise to always take my side when we make decisions for Thomas and be more cheery, and in return I won't tell him."

Oz had pulled away from Honesty's grasp. "What? That's not right, Mattie. We can't always go with your ideas, and if I always agreed with you then majority rules it that way. Also, I'm litterally Depression."

Honesty shook his head. "Fine, then I'll tell him. You really think he'd love you back? You two never agree. You're always dragging Thomas down, how could he want anything to do with you? It'll hurt more if he knows," he said, laying back on the bed next to Oz like an old friend, the two of them admiring the star stickers on Oz's ceiling. They were kids, sure- and even as a kid, Honesty was cruel. But as many would fall for- he couldn't lie.

So he had agreed. For about six months, he had always chosen Honesty's side. Which, he found, seemed to make Morality sad. Ugh, there was just no winning, was there? He forced himself to smile, to laugh when the other two did, to dress in lighter colors. It felt so fake- Honesty looked pleased, however, and Morality seemed confused, but never really brought it up.

Until he couldn't take it. 

It was a simple event really, that lead to him getting murdered. After years of getting to think about it, this is what he had come up with.