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perspective-series · 5 years

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Werewolf Perspective (2/10)

By @arc852 and @hiddendreamer67

Warnings: None

(Check the reblog for links to the previous chapters!)

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Logan inspected the dark green stalks, looking up to see it ascend to reach heights four times his own. He began to saw through one of the tinier branches off the main stem, huffing slightly from the exertion.

Roman tilted his head. “Do you need some help?” Without waiting for an answer, Roman plucked the entire stalk from the ground and held it out to Logan. “There you go!”

Logan blinked, for a moment just gaping at the entire plant was ripped out in front of him. Surely it was the size of a regular tree back in the village.

“I….I only need a sampling.” Logan managed to form coherent words after a moment, only briefly pondering the idea of trying to take the entire plant home with him.

“Oh, um, here.” Roman ripped off the tiny branch Logan had been working at earlier and held that out to him as Roman tried to put the plant back into the ground. It kind of worked but it was a little crooked now.

“Thanks.” Logan tilted his head, regarding the leaning plant for a moment before taking the sprig and putting it into his bag, which at this point had already become rather full. Indeed, Logan had not fully accounted for the fact that plants within the whispering woods would be this large.

“Alright, let’s see…” Logan pulled out his list. “Next up is not a flora, but rather there is a location known as the spring of avawren. Its waters are said to hold magical properties. Have you heard of it?”

Roman grinned. “Of course! It’s actually right behind where I live!” They had purposefully built their house there because of the close proximity to the river after all. “Though I never noticed it had magical properties.” Roman hummed at that thought, wondering what kind of magic it held. He grabbed Logan and started on his way.

“It’s mostly healing properties, although it has to be concentrated correctly to be noticeable.” Logan explained. “Or so the legends say.”

“Interesting.” He supposed that’s why he hadn’t noticed it. Since Werewolves already had fast healing abilities. They made it to the river in record time, Roman able to see his house about a half mile away. “Here we are.” Roman once again put Logan down.

Logan crouched by the water’s edge, pulling out a large bottle and filling it up. He plugged the lid, shifting the liquid back and forth as he noticed how the water seemed to sparkle.

“Where is your home?” Logan asked, standing up and taking a look around. Of course, it was hard for him to see past the dense sea of reeds surrounding the spring.

“Over that way!” Roman pointed towards the distance before realizing Logan probably couldn’t see. He picked the human up to show him. “See?”

Logan peered where Roman was pointing, noticing what looked to be an absolutely massive log cabin. The structure was magnificent, and even to Roman’s scale likely held two stories.

“Impressive.” Logan couldn’t help but note. “Did you construct that all yourself? It seems awfully large.”

“Oh, no, my packmate and I both built it a few years back. He’s currently inside the house right now.” Virgil was his only packmate, the two never having clicked with any of the other werewolves in their old village. So they had packed up and moved out here. He wondered briefly if Virgil could see him and if he did, he was probably wondering what he was doing.

“Oh.” Logan regarded this new information. “How many packmates do you have?”

“Just the one. We never clicked well enough with anyone else to bond with them.” Roman shrugged. Sure, most packs held at least 4 wolves where they were from but as long as Roman and Virgil had each other they were okay.

“I see.” Logan was quite the same. Most humans avoided his company, even for reasons other than his experiments. The only exception was his friend Patton who stubbornly refused to abandon him like everyone else. “How many werewolves are usually in a pack? Is it the same as regular wolves?”

“The least amount is usually four to a pack, the same as giant wolves. Though, I think regular wolves are at least six to a pack, so a little different there.” Roman answered with a shrug.

“Yes, that’s what I’ve observed.” Logan nodded. He had had his fair share of run in with wolves, though none of them pleasant. It was certainly a welcome discovery to find Roman wasn’t intent on devouring him. Or at least… he had shown no sign of such a desire.

Roman nodded. “So, anything else you need on your list?” Roman asked, eager to continue to help.

“Well, yes, but…” Logan looked up, noticing how low in the sky the sun had dropped. “I should probably be heading home before it gets much later, it’s already going to be a long trek.”

Roman frowned, his tail no longer wagging. He didn’t want the human to leave. “Well, maybe you could stay the night with me! My house is just right there after all and it would be no trouble at all.” Roman grinned hopefully.

“Oh, no, I wouldn’t want to intrude.” Logan shook his head. “Besides, I should probably return these ingredients to my lab promptly.”

“Aww, please Logan. I’m sure Virgil wouldn’t mind the company and I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t actually want you there.” Roman said, practically begging. “Besides, it’s already really dark and I don’t want you getting hurt on the way home.”

The concept of someone caring about his safety was almost foreign to Logan, and briefly he was reminded of Patton. At the very least, Logan didn’t want to risk the safety of his new rare ingredients if he were to be attacked on the way home.

“I suppose one night would be acceptable…” Logan mused.

“Yay!” Roman cheered, already heading to his house. “This is gonna be great! I’m sure Virgil will be thrilled to meet you!” Probably. Maybe.

“Is Virgil like yourself?” Logan asked, wanting to know exactly what he was getting into.

“Eh, he’s more of an introvert than I am. A bit darker as well and can be a bit sarcastic but he’s a good guy.” Roman explained, silently hoping Virgil would not immediately hate Logan as soon as he smelled him.

Unfortunately, Roman’s hopes went unheard. Virgil sat inside the cottage, sniffing the air. Just like Roman, he had smelled the human as soon as it entered their territory. Now the scent had become intermingled with that of his packmate’s. Virgil let out a jealous growl, claws digging slightly into the kitchen table. What on Earth was Roman doing with a human? The petty little things were so bony they weren’t even worth trying to eat, and they always liked invading nature and claiming it as their own.

Roman entered the home and immediately sensed Virgil’s angry emotions. Their eyes then met and he bit his lip and looked down at Logan. Maybe this had been a bad idea…

“Virgil! How is my wonderful packmate doing on this fine evening?” He asked, putting on a smile.

“Why’d you bring it in here?” Virgil growled.

Immediately Logan regretted his decision to come here, trying to look even smaller as he felt Virgil’s beady gaze upon himself.

Roman frowned. “He came to our territory on accident, looking for some ingredients. I decided to help him and it is currently too dark for him to go home safely. So I offered for him to stay the night.” Roman explained.

“Terribly sorry, I don’t mean to intrude.” Logan apologized.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” Virgil turned his gaze to Roman.

“Virgil, he is our guest. Please treat him with a little more respect.” Roman tried, holding Logan closer to him.

“Well he’s certainly not my guest.” Virgil huffed, shoving his chair back from the table. “If you want to turn into some sort of human rescue facility, you’re not gonna get any help from me.”

“I can go if it’s really a problem.” Logan offered, looking back and forth between the quarreling wolves.

“Good.” Virgil snarled.

“....I thought you weren’t talking to me?” Logan pointed out, but the look he got in return made him instantly regret speaking up.

“Okay, Virgil can I speak to you alone for a moment?” Roman put Logan down on the table and smiled at him. “Be right back!” He then pulled Virgil into another room for some privacy.

“Really Virgil?”

“You’re the one who brought a human into our house!” Virgil retorted. “This is supposed to be you and me space, not you and me and him.”

“I know! And I’m sorry, I should have talked to you about it first. But there is just something about him. I don’t know what but I couldn’t just leave him to go home out in the dark like this. He’d get hurt!” Roman explained before sighing. “Please, it will just be for tonight. Just be civil?”

“...fine.” Virgil relented. “I’ll stay out of your way and let you do your whole human babysitting shtick. But I don’t want to see him getting into any of my stuff, and come morning he’s gone. Got it?”

Roman wagged his tail in glee, his ears perked up. “Of course! Thank you so much Virgil!” He hugged his packmate before going out to get Logan. “Good news Logan! Virgil has agreed to let you stay the night!”

“Thank you both for your kind generosity.” Logan smiled as Virgil emerged as well.

Virgil looked at the human, almost bored as he stalked past the two of them and back into his room.

“...is he always like that?” Logan raised an eyebrow. Logan was not by nature social, but this was on another level.

“Well...he is a little towards non-packmates -so everyone but me- but he gets worse around humans. He...doesn’t like your kind.” Roman admitted, though it was probably obvious now.

“Noted.” Logan nodded.

“But he will stay in his room tonight while you stay in mine!” Roman picked Logan up and headed upstairs to his room, setting Logan down on the desk he had up there. “Well? What do you think?” He asked, motioning towards his room.

“Impressive.” Logan said, taking in the craftsmanship of every piece of furniture. It was also astounding to think of the amount of materials that had gone into creating such a structure.

“Why thank you.” Roman said, despite the fact he didn’t make all of these himself. “So, did you get everything you needed? Cause if not we could also go out tomorrow.”

“There’s still a few items i’d like to acquire.” Logan admitted. “But my bag is becoming full, I’ll have to go home instead.”

Roman let out a whine before he could help it and hoped that Logan hadn’t actually heard it. He cleared his throat. “Well, I could always make you another bag to fill up and take with you.” Roman suggested. “I know I have some fabric around here somewhere that should work.”

Logan blinked. “I suppose that would work, but I must ask, why are you so eager to help me?”

Roman’s ears flattened against his head. Not even he was sure why he wanted to help this human so much. Not only had they just met but he had entered their territory! He should have driven him away, not brought him in deeper.

...But there was just something about Logan. A feeling that was almost familiar at this point, a feeling that reminded him a lot of Virgil-oh no. Roman’s eyes widened.

The thing he was feeling was a bond.

He had bonded with a human.

#perspective series #werewolf perspective #prinxiety #logince #kinda?#whateva you want lads #g/t #sanders sides #werewolves #werewolf!roman #alchemist!logan #werewolf!virgil #giant werewolves #part 2 #soulmate au #bonding can be whateva you want bby B)

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scenecipriano · 5 years

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A Monster’s Control(4)

Chapter Four: Lost

Warning: Unsympathetic Virgil, Mild Unsympathetic Patton, Mild Unsympathetic Logan, Mild Unsympathetic Roman, Emotional Manipulation, Hurt/Comfort, and Guilt Tripping

Relationships: Platonic Demus(DeceitxRemus), Platonic LAMP, and Platonic DLAMP (Minus Virgil)

Insight: Everything was supposed to be better, they all had apologized to him and ‘accepted’ him into their little family, well… All of them except for one, but who’s going to believe a known liar that a monster in purple was controlling him? (Part 2 to Sweet Little Lies, this fic is actually based off of Control by Halsey and Monster covered by Aruvn! I hope everyone enjoys it!)

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Sleep was an illusion to Deceit, he couldn't force himself to relax, too afraid that Virgil might hurt him in some way. Which, forcing himself to stay awake wasn't any better, insomnia from his anxiety made it feel like he was being watched when he knew he wasn't, the shadows of the others were even beginning to frighten him due to him believing that they are one of the things that Virgil created in order to torture him. Deceit was slowly losing control of himself and he hated it, he hated that he was feeling like that weak little kid again all over, falling victim to Virgil's cruel tricks. 'Well maybe if you hadn't shown yourself last year, this wouldn't be happening!' His conscience yells, Deceit flinches and wraps his arms around his waist, it was getting harder and harder to keep his extra appendages hidden, but he couldn't help it, he wanted some form of comfort. The other's have been busy because Virgil was 'anxious,' even Remus barely had time for him. "He... He has ideas... He just forgets sometimes," Deceit mumbles to himself. 'He's supposed to be your friend and he doesn't even bother to help!'

"S-Shut up," Deceit hisses as he hugs his waist tighter. The snake-like side closes his eyes tight when someone opens his bedroom door, allowing light to flood the darkness away when Deceit squints his eyes open his heart drops when he sees a long shadow stretching across his room. Deceit screams as he throws Sir Slither's at the person who was standing in his threshold.

"GAH! WHY ARE YOU THROWING YOUR SNAKE AT ME!?" Remus exclaims Deceit pushes himself back until he hits the wall behind his bed, staring at the Duke with wide bi-colored eyes. Remus huffs as he bends down picking the yellow plush snake up, the Duke steps inside and closes the door behind him.

"Why is it so dark in here? And why haven't you left your room any? Patton is worried about you, Dee." Remus says as he reaches to turn the light switch on, Deceit closes his eyes when the light comes on, groaning at the brightness. Remus frowns at the mess that was Deceit's room, his blankets were on the floor along with pieces of paper with scribbled reassurances that he was okay. Deceit slowly blinks his eyes open, the smaller side looks straight Remus so he can avoid looking at his shadow.

"I... I had a migraine, I-I'm sorry for throwing Sir Slither's at you, I got startled." Deceit mumbles as he takes the plush snake back, hugging it tightly with all six of his arms. Remus frowns and sits on the smaller sides bed, gently taking one of his hands giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Dee, you look like one of the living dead. Roman said that you weren't getting much sleep and that your... Shadow fear was acting up again," Remus says. 'See! He knew, he just didn't care!' Deceit flinches and looks down, using one of his hands to tap out a rhythm on one of Sir Slither's glass eyes. Deceit jumps when Remus pulls one of his gloves off, the smaller side instantly pulls his hand to his chest.

"W-What are you doing?" Deceit asks, Remus holds his hands up showing Deceit that he wasn't going to hurt him in any way.

"You just got lost in thought, I was going to help you," Remus explains, Deceit snatches his glove back and slips it on his hand. 'Yeah, right, not like he's been helping here recently.' Deceit frowns and scoots away from Remus.

"Dee, are you okay? I know I haven't been around much, I've just been busy talking with the others. They actually want to hear some of my ideas, can you believe that?" Remus asks a smile plastered on his face.

"N-No I'm not okay! I'm so glad that you're talking to those... Those assholes so freely now! When you say other's do you mean Virgil as well? Because it would shock me that he's paying attention to anyone, CONSIDERING HE HASN'T STOPPED!" Deceit snaps, Remus blinks and stares at the younger side with wide eyes. The Duke watches as tears stream down Deceit's scaly face.

"But Dee... Virgil's been around the other's, he hasn't been near you." Remus replies, Deceit clenches his jaw.

"Y-You don't believe me, j-just like how Patton didn't!" Deceit yells.

"Of course, I do! I just haven't seen Virgil around you is all, I'm not calling you a liar!" Remus exclaims, Deceit tenses when he hears the lie. The smaller side clenches his jaw tight, balling his many hands into tight fists.

"G-Get out," Deceit whispers, Remus blinks.

"What?"

"GET OUT!" Deceit screams his left eye flashing dangerously, Remus's eyes widen as he stands up from his place on Deceit's bed holding his hands up. He needed to calm the situation, he knew how Deceit got whenever he lost control of his powers.

"Okay, I'll leave, but Dee I truly believe you about, Virgil I promise," Remus says, as he backs away blindly reaching behind him trying to open the door. Deceit narrows his eyes when he hears Remus lie to him again.

"S-Stop lying to me, I thought you were supposed, to be honest!" Deceit hisses, Remus blinks hard.

"I'm not lying! I know how Virgil is, Deceit! I just can't stop him unless I see it!" Remus yells, Deceit glares and makes a grabbing motion, sending Remus's hand over the Duke's mouth shutting him up, Remus's eyes widen when he sees just how brightly Deceit's eyes it glowing.

"S-Stop lying to me and get out," Deceit growls as he jerks his hand down sending Remus out of his room. The smaller side sniffles as he slowly loosens his hand, laying down harshly as he turns to face his wall. 'None of them believe me... Well... I haven't told Logan but I know he won't believe me either,' Deceit thought as he curls up into a ball.

"Wow, I can't believe you sent him back to the dark side," Deceit sits up and presses himself against his wall when he hears Virgil's voice. The anxious side is leaning against Deceit's desk, his hood pulled over his head only showing the little smirk that he always wore whenever he was around Deceit.

"What's the matter cat got your tongue? Or is it a shadow, got your tongue?" Virgil mocks as he steps towards Deceit, the smaller side presses himself against his wall more.

"W-Why are you doing this?" Deceit asks, Virgil hums softly as he takes another step forward.

"Would it be a good answer to tell you, that I can," Virgil smirks as he takes another step, "Or that you make it so easy to manipulate you?" Virgil chuckles as he steps closer, his legs resting just at the edge of Deceit's bed.

"Either one works, really and do you want to know the best part about all of this?" Deceit whimpers as he tries to push himself into the wall more, Virgil smirks.

"None of them believe you."

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~TAGLIST~

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A/N: This one- might not be good?? I dunno

#sanders sides #patton sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #deceit sanders #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic remus #unsympathetic virgil #mild unsympathetic light sides minus Virgil #platonic demus #platonic LAMP #platonic DLAMP minus Virgil #emotional manipulation #guilt tripping #hurt/comfort #songfic

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things-we-used-tc-share · 5 years

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You say things with your mouth, flies and cobwebs come out

(I wrote a twenty one pilots fanfic of the same name a few years and this is loosely based on that, except this one is very long, It’s split up into 5 parts in case you need a break and come back to it, but I didn’t particularly want to make this a multi-chapter fic)

Warnings: Suicide attempts, depression, intrusive thoughts, general poor mental health, bullying, shitty parents, abuse ((Very slight NSFW in Part 4, I will put it in italics so you can skip over it))

Ship: Prinxiety, background Logicality

Plot: Roman Prince finds a startled, quiet boy outside the school, surrounded by three known bullies, and deploys a rescue attempt, in the long run, he doesn’t quite know what this will come to be, or that Virgil is hiding several big secrets. (Jock!Roman) (Selective Mute! Virgil) (Title is taken from Lovely by Twenty One Pilots)

Virgil is huddled between a brick wall and three very large men who have anger sewn into their faces. He doesn’t talk too them, the fear closing up his throat as he stares up at the men, boys really, but they’re built like steroids are part of their diet. They’re talking, words full of anger, but Virgil can’t really hear over the static of his anxiety, so he just screws his eyes shut and waits.

“And just what do you think you are doing?” This is a new voice, a voice he hasn’t heard before, a voice that he can’t tell whether is angry at him or them. He remains silent but peaks his eyes open to see the men backing away. “Y’all need a fucking hobby,” The newcomer speaks calmly, but there’s a fire brewing behind his words “I would hate for the coach to find out exactly what you’ve been pumping through your systems to win this game,” Various noises of protest, anger, and disappointment are elicited from the men, as they shove past the newcomer and walk away.

“Are you alright kid?” Virgil peers through his heavily lined and watery eyes before nodding. He’s trying to assess the newcomer, trying to figure out where he knew him from. It clicked, finally, and his eyes widened.

Roman Prince, quarterback of the football team, dream child and perhaps the most untouchable guy in the school. He was the only person in this entire school who could get away with his sexuality, perhaps because he’s rich or perhaps because he has the most dazzling smile anyone had ever laid eyes on. Either way, Virgil hadn’t known a jock could have a heart.

The young man holds out a hand for Virgil to take, hesitantly and with shaking hands, he does. Roman smiles that award-winning smile and Virgil blinks like he’s just been blinded. In a way, he has; blinded by the fact that this man cared enough to put his own reputation on the line, and also blinded by the fact that that really is a nice smile. “Is there anyone I could call for you? Anywhere I can escort you too? You look pretty shaken up,” Virgil hesitates, and now more than ever he wants his voice to just work, but he supposes he can’t just blurt out his life to the first stranger that’s shown him kindness. He shakes his head.

Virgil thinks he probably looks a mess right now, mud on his jeans, jacket half hanging off his shoulder and shirt rumpled. He realized with a start that his head was sore, from being pushed into the wall. He touches it gingerly and a hiss escapes through his teeth, when he pulls back his hand there’s the slightest bit of blood on his fingertips.

“Shit,” Roman curses “Fucking assholes, we need to get you too hospital,” Virgil makes a noise at the back of his throat, like air being released in protest. “What? Why?” The purple haired boy blinks and then makes a hand gesture that was universal for ‘money’ Roman’s lips made an ‘o’ shape like it’s never dawned on him that people actually worry like that. He feels almost ashamed. “Okay, I know who to take you too, trust me,”

It’s a short walk to Roman’s house, although to Virgil it looked more like a fucking mansion. They’re barely through the door before Roman is shouting “Logan! Logan!” Looking rather tired, a tall and thin man with stubble and a mess of brown hair comes downstairs. He can see Roman’s face in Logan, except older and more exhausted with the world.

“What seems to be the problem, Roman?” The younger gestures to the back of Virgil’s head. Logan finally actually takes in the other boy stood next to Virgil, who has several more scrapes and bruises than first realized. “Jesus Christ,” He doesn’t ask questions, simple gestures for the other to follow him. On the way up, Roman explained Logan is a training doctor and also his older brother.

Virgil sits on the bed, as the elder man examines the wound “What happened here?” He finally says “This is going to need stitches, it’s a good job I have a lot of supplies around here,” Virgil keeps very still as Logan gets to work on his head wound. “Really you should go to the hospital, you might have a deeper wound than can be examined externally,”

“He...He can’t afford it Lo,” Virgil’s cheeks go dark red and he fiddles with his hands in shame, Roman notices and kneels down in front of him “It’s nothing to be ashamed about, it’s not yours or anyone’s fault, except the shitty medical system we have in place,” Logan hums in reply, finally pulling away.

“Okay, you’re all stitched up, your other wounds seem mostly superficial, they’ve stopped bleeding at least, wash them and take some painkillers, come back tomorrow so I can check on them, just to make sure, okay?” Virgil nods slowly, and it seems to only have just occurred to Roman that Virgil doesn’t speak. He was used to doing the talking all the time, so people rarely spoke around him, but this boy hadn’t spoken a word. He didn’t even know his name.

He doesn’t ask, he just grabs a notebook and pen off Logan’s desk and hands it to Virgil “What’s your name?” He asks softly, and the young man blinks for a moment before scribbling down on a piece of paper ‘Virgil’ Roman nods. “It’s a nice name, suits you,”

“In future Virgil, if you sustain any further injuries, please come and see us,” Roman has to blink twice at his brother because kindness was usually his partner’s forte, but he remembers that Logan loves his work perhaps more than anything, and he was passionate about fixing people up. “And if there are any worse injuries I am more than happy to pay for it, I won’t have Roman’s only friend dying in my house,” For a moment, the stern appearance breaks and a small smile peaks across Logan’s lips. “If you’re staying for dinner, let Patton know, and you can keep the notebook, I have plenty more,”

As Roman leads Virgil out of Logan’s room, the younger feels overwhelmed with kindness, tears pricking his eyes. The quarterback notices and offers out his arms, not wanting to overstep a boundary, Virgil all but collapses into them.

Patton, as it turns out, is Logan’s husband, a peppy young man who is over the moon to be feeding an extra mouth tonight. “Do you have any dietary requirements? Allergic to anything? Vegan or vegetarian?” Virgil writes down in the notebook that he’s a vegetarian, and Patton nods “Wonderful! Me too! Unfortunately, these carnivorous animals simply won’t have any of my delicious Quorn meals,” He’s laughing and ruffling Roman’s hair. Virgil has never seen a family so happy before.

“That’s because it tastes like cardboard, Patton my dear,”

Later, Virgil and Roman sat on Roman’s bed, although Roman had insisted on giving the other clean clothes. Virgil wondered where Roman’s parents were, but as soon as Roman had read his question, his face had fallen.

“We don’t speak to our parents, well Patton speaks to his parents because his parents are lovely, but me and Logan don’t,” he sighs “My parents threw Logan out when he was 16, when they found out he was gay in a rather interesting way,” Roman laughs “I’d found it hilarious if not terrifying, every kid has nightmares on their parents walking in on them, when everything blew over me, Logan and Patton had a good laugh about it,” He shrugs “I told my dad I was gay, and I followed Logan right out the door, Logan had a job, and so did I, and Patton was more than happy to help, we all lived in a small flat at first but we saved and eventually got this place, which has a lot more room in it,”

“So Logan is your older brother?” He writes

“Yeah, by six years, he adopted me though, after I registered as estranged from my parents, he legally adopted me, with Patton, then on his 18th birthday him and Patton got married, I wasn’t surprised really, they’d been together longer than I could physically remember, I think they went to primary school together, I was the best man and the flower boy,”

Virgil smiles, he liked happy endings, he’d never seen one outside of a book before.

Virgil’s voice comes back a little while after dinner, he uses it to stutter out a “thank you,” to Patton, offering to do the dishes, in which the other man waves a teatowel at him.

“Don’t be silly, you’re a guest, plus this is the only peace and quiet I get before these two starts fighting over movies,” Virgil giggles, Roman feels like he’s been doused in cold water. It’s not a sudden realization that Virgil is attractive, but his laugh might actually be the nicest music he’s ever heard.

Virgil doesn’t tell Roman about his family. He doesn’t tell him about the burns on his arms. He doesn’t tell him about his depression. Not yet.

But he smiles all night, he laughs, he feels a sweet intimacy with people that he’s never felt with anyone in his life. He blushes as Roman compliments his laugh, his voice, listens too him gush about Virgil in general. That’s not something he’s ever experienced before.

He also tries not to smile when Roman kisses him on the cheek and tells him to get home safe.

Part 2

Roman knows there’s something up with Virgil, a few weeks into their friendship, he knows there’s something the other is battling with. Yet the younger boy had a heart made up of walls, and somehow Roman knew it was more than just the pricks at school that put those walls there. On Virgil’s 18th birthday, he didn’t go home, he stayed at Roman’s, and Roman wondered why he didn’t want to see his family on this day, the dots connected in his head.

Patton baked him a birthday cake, it was purple and it had little white stars on it and Virgil cried. He cried and he hugged Patton and told him “This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me,” Roman’s heart breaks. They’d all bought Virgil gifts too, and the other fell mute as he became overwhelmed with emotions. Patton and Roman sat next to him as he choked on his own breaths, whilst Logan sourced all the blankets in the house and piled them on top of the shaking boy.

“Breathe Virgil,” Logan says calmly, whilst Patton rubs his arms and Roman offers him a hand to squeeze. “I need you to breathe with me okay, copy my breathing, alright?” Roman had never been so thankful for his brother in his life as Virgil began to breathe firmly, eyes not leaving the elder’s worried gaze. “Patton, could you go make Virgil a hot drink? Hot chocolate perhaps?” Virgil nods, wiping away his tears. “Patton makes the best hot chocolates,” Logan informs Virgil, a gentle smile on his face.

He could really see why this man was a doctor, and although he understood that Logan was often a very calculated man, (”Sometimes he’s honestly like a robot, usually when he’s stressed, he used to be a lot worse though” Roman had told him one night whilst they watched re-runs of friends on Netflix) he also knew that when the situation called for it, Logan would do anything for those he cared about.

In truth, Logan and Patton were becoming the closest thing he’d had to a father in his life.

Patton sets the hot chocolate on the table side before gingerly offering the other his present. It’s a small box, containing numerous fidget toys, something that Virgil had voiced previously he wanted but couldn’t afford, and now he had a whole box of them. He could feel his eyes tearing up again as he signed a ‘thank you’.

Logan gives him a notebook, it’s fancy, with textured paper and sleek binding. Virgil thanks him, and pauses to wipe away his tears. Roman’s present is the biggest, it’s wrapped in shiny red wrapping paper that's just so Roman. He unwraps it slowly, his hands shaking slightly, then he beams. It’s a calligraphy set, of different pens and inks all, packed neatly into a beautiful wooden box. ‘Thank you’ he signs, setting it on the floor, before hugging the other firmly, his face buried in his neck.

Virgil stays at Roman’s the night, somewhere between 3am and 5am he kissed him.

His hands were shaking and his lips were cold, but he felt like he was on fire as the other held him like the world would stop for the two of them. He thinks he can taste love in Roman’s lips, amongst the cinnamon and birthday cake and something else that was nothing like anything Virgil had ever tasted before. He kisses him like he’s begging the other not to break his heart, to help him.

Roman kisses him like he’s never been in love before.

Part 3

Roman finally asks Virgil straight out “What’s going on?” Virgil blinks with confusion written into his eyes like a bad parody of what it should be. He knows what Roman’s asking, he doesn’t know if he can tell him. “Virgil, I care about you so much, but you need to let me help you, there’s something wrong I can tell, I’ve always been able to tell but...I really can’t stand to see you look so hurt,”

They sit in Roman’s room and Virgil pulls off his jacket, at first the elder is confused, trying to understand until he sees his arms. He almost doesn’t want Virgil to take his shirt off, but he does. Not for the first time since the elder boy has met him, Roman’s heart shatters in his chest; so hard that the air in his lungs feels like there’s glass lodged in them.

Scars.

All over his arms, chest, back, bruises making patterns of purple and black on the other’s porcelain skin. Burns made ripples up and down the lines of his forearms. Roman feels sick, he feels the weight in his stomach and he stares and stares, trying to understand. Finally, he understands and finally, he speaks. He gathers his calm, and places it in his heart, Virgil needs him to stay calm “Okay, firstly, you need to get those looked at, I think they’re infected,” His voice shakes as he stands “Secondly, we need to get you out of that house,”

It’s a strange sense of deja vu, when Logan’s face pales at the sight of Virgil’s skin, ushering him into his room. Patton calls the police, Virgil can hear him crying. Roman paces, fury in his breathing, and Virgil just feels...numb. He doesn’t know what to do or say. He just holds out his hand, and the other takes it, pressing kisses to his knuckles (Virgil can feel the other’s tears, but he doesn’t know how to console him).

Logan cleans the wounds, some of them need stitches, some of them need bandaging, some of them just need a few plasters. He’s very meticulous, careful, his eyes focused and his body language calm. But Roman knows his brother, Roman knows that Logan’s calm is his anger, but he’s thankful that the other doesn’t rage over the situation. Once again, Roman has never been more thankful for his brother. Virgil is starting to feel the same way about the elder of the two brothers, who had at this point become a surrogate father.

Patton enters the room balancing cups of tea on a tray, he sets Logan’s on his desk, hands Roman his, and places Virgil’s in his hands. Then he sits cross-legged on the floor, muttering encouragements to the three of them. “The police are on their way here, they’ll want to see your,” He gestures “Wounds, Virgil,” The eldest swallows, but there’s no anger in him, only melancholia.

“They’re also going to want to ask questions, some of them will be incredibly invasive, but we will be here if you need further support,” Logan finally speaks. “They’ll take pictures of your scars, they’ll want you to give a statement, your address, your relationship with your family, they’ll ask you so many questions you’ll probably ask if it’s worth it,” He finishes the last wound and stands up, moving to kneel in front of Virgil “But it is always worth it, Virgil, believe me,” The younger nods. “We’ll leave you two alone for now, we’ll let you know when they’re here,”

Roman and Virgil sit on Logan’s bed, with the younger’s head resting on his partner’s shoulder. His expression is blank, but there are tears rolling out of his eyes. “Why are you all so kind to me?” He finally asks.

“Well, we don’t need a reason to be kind to you, initially we saw you needed help, and we helped, because that’s how humans are supposed to be,” He struggles, like he’s trying to recall a fact “Logan says Humans are social animals, that we thrive off being in a society, helping each other and stuff, it’s been that way since the dawn of time, so normally, humans are supposed to help each other,” He pauses “But now, it’s because we love you, Virgil, Patton, and Logan practically see you as an adoptive son that came wandering into our lives a year ago, and I, love you, as a friend, as a partner, as someone I care about very deeply,”

Virgil cracks then, he doesn’t understand, he can’t understand why these people would care so much, he can’t understand what he’s still only learning, at age 18, that people love. That he loves them all, and they love him too, and that despite only knowing him a year they would put everything down to support him. “Thank you Roman,” He whispers.

The police come, they do everything Logan says, by the end of the questions, the photographs, the statements and everything else, he felt like a puppet on display for the world. Patton makes them all dinner after they’ve gone and they sit in silence for a moment before Logan puts down his knife and fork. “Virgil, me and Patton have been talking,” The young man pauses mid-chew too look up at the other “Whilst you are now, 18 years old and free to go anywhere and live anywhere you so desire, we understand that you may need a place to stay,” Virgil’s heart jumps straight too his throat. “We are more than happy for you to stay here, of course, I would need to register you as living here, but we can more than cover the cost of your rent, food and such for a good few months whilst you recover,”

Patton beams at him, and Roman smiles around a forkful of mashed potatoes as the realization sunk in on Virgil. “You’d...do that...for me?”

“You mean a lot to us, Virgil!” Patton speaks, placing a gentle hand on the other’s back. “You practically live here anyway, so, I don’t see why not, plus I love having someone to make veggie dishes for, all my salad and stuff goes out of date before I finish it, so really, I need an extra mouth to feed,”

Virgil laughs, mostly in disbelief, before nodding “Thank you, so much,” But Logan wasn’t finished yet.

“In addition, if you so desire, I have contacted my former trauma counselor, he does excellent rates and helped me a lot through similar situations in which I have found myself...feeling how you may be feeling right now,” Roman looks at his brother, it was a topic that wasn’t often discussed in the house, and a part of the story that the younger of the two brothers had left out purposefully.

The part where their father had put Logan in hospital. Three times.

See there had been points in Roman’s life where he’d remembered the things that their father had put Logan through. The elder was a stubborn boy, he refused to change himself for anyone, and certainly not their bigot of a father. Roman had only been ten when he’d followed Logan out of the door, already very aware of his own sexuality, before that Roman only remembered bits and pieces. Pieces like Logan’s bones on an x-ray, pieces like the black eye he’d been sporting for a week, pieces like bottles smashing, screaming and crying.

He wasn’t surprised when Logan drew into himself after they'd left, he wasn’t surprised that the other had become so stoic that it seemed like there was nothing there. He also wasn’t surprised when Patton booked him a therapy session and patiently helped the other man into his own skin and heart every morning.

Without Patton, Roman doubted there would be a Logan to talk to today.

Virgil stands up and hugs Logan, then Patton, and then Roman, he holds Roman like he’s holding his own heart, firm but gentle. “Thank you so much, all of you,” He whispers, his voice feeling hoarse from all the crying of the last day. “You’ve...you’ve saved my life,”

Part 4

Therapy was not as bad as Virgil had expected at all. He saw Dr Picani once a week, on a Wednesday evening, and the man was...a strange person indeed. He was helpful, however. He spoke mostly in references, all of which Virgil got and understood, and smiled genuinely. In a way, he kind of reminded him of Patton, bubbly, confident, cheerful, but serious when it needed.

He started helping Patton make dinner once he came in from college, which he’d started a month ago and loved it. He was studying Graphic Design, because now he could actually focus on his work and Fine Art, although interesting, was not a path he particularly wanted to follow. Roman bought him a graphics tablet, and he spent his free time drawing, whilst Roman was in college on a football scholarship, although somehow managing to balance two majors. The second being Performing Arts, Virgil could not say he was surprised.

His life was not particularly at it’s best, but he was improving. After he was diagnosed with PTSD, Anxiety, and Depression, he was prescribed medication, which he got benefits to pay for. It had been a long few-month process, but he’s managed it.

Roman had been lovelier than ever, patient with his panic attacks, learning the process in which to calm him down. He read Virgil stories until he fell asleep and kissed him like they were floating on clouds, or at least, it made Virgil feel like he was flying.

His father was currently in prison, awaiting trial, something which Virgil was not looking forward too, either way, he was looking for a distraction. His best distraction was always Roman, who kisses him and touches him like he’s fragile. He appreciates the concern, but for once he wants to feel unbreakable.

When Virgil plonks his bag on Roman’s floor, the other looks up with a smile, greeting him; the words have barely left his mouth before Virgil’s mouth is on his. The younger kisses like a fever, his hands everywhere and anywhere at once and Roman can barely choke out a “Virgil,” Before his lips are pressed to his neck. He swallows his doubts for the favor of the heat crawling underneath his skin.

“Are you sure?”

“Never been more sure in my life,”

It’s a struggle to keep quiet to say the least, although they’d been pointedly ignoring the sounds coming from Logan’s room over the last few months. Virgil doesn’t take his time, it’s not particularly romantic, it’s a lot of noise and bite marks and muttering each other’s name. Until afterward, when they’re cuddling and smiling and holding on to each other like the world is going to end.

Part 5

“I can’t believe he’s getting away with it,” Virgil hisses, whilst Roman tries desperately to keep it calm “The bastard is actually fucking...”

“Virgil breathe, please, honey,” Virgil looks into Roman’s eyes and nods, evening his breathing before it becomes too desperate. “Breath, it’s okay, you’re still safe, you have a restraining order, I know it’s not fair, it really isn’t, but you’re safe here with us, you always will be, I promise,”

Virgil didn’t feel safe. Not from his father, not from himself.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

Roman’s crying, Patton's crying, Logan looks like death warmed up when the ambulance arrives. The elder of the two brothers had spent the last half an hour stitching up wounds and trying to stop his friend from bleeding out all over the floor. Virgil’s blood was very literally on his hands. The bathroom looks like a murder scene. Patton throws up.

“I should’ve stayed with him,” Roman is gasping through tears “I should’ve...oh god, Logan is he going to die?” Logan shakes his head, washing his stained hands before bringing his younger brother into a hug “Will he be okay? What...what do I do?”

“Breathe, Roman, breathe, he will be fine,” His voice is firm, hard, determined and concentrated “He lost a lot of blood, but he’s otherwise okay, he didn’t hit an artery or vein as far as I could see, and I prevented further blood loss, he will be safe at the hospital, which is where we need to go, now,”

Patton is fumbling for his coat and keys, his body moving in directions that he’s not consciously telling it to go. Roman had never seen him look so frantic or lost.

Roman hates hospitals, nothing good ever goes into a hospital. Virgil looks so pale, lips cracked, eyes swollen and red, skin almost translucent. He starts crying again. Logan has seated himself in the corner of the room, legs up as he cracked open a book, whilst Patton sat with his back against the wall, staring at the clock as it ticked.

Roman holds Virgil’s hand, his head resting on the bed as he watched the other man.

When he looks up, Virgil's dark eyes are watching him, he looks exhausted. The machine next to him beeps, there’s an IV in his arm. Virgil looks like a corpse, a living corpse. Roman can’t breathe.

But he does, he breathes because Virgil needs him as he presses a weak kiss to the younger’s hand “Hey there sleeping beauty,” A small smile peaks at Virgil’s lips then falls again as he stares tiredly at his lover. “You’re okay, you’re safe, I’m here, we’re all here,” Virgil looks over at the elder couple, who looked as exhausted as he himself feels.

‘Sorry,’ he signs loosely, but Patton shakes his head.

“Don’t be kiddo, we’re just glad you’re okay,” Somehow, he’s glad too.

It takes a couple days of psych assessments and fluids before Virgil is discharged, he looks like he barely remembers how to walk, stumbling beside Roman, who is supporting him. Logan drives them all back home and helps Virgil upstairs into bed, where the other finally feels he can get a good sleep.

He wakes up at 8PM, too the smell of Patton’s cooking and the sound of music playing. His arm is sore from all the needles that have been in and out of his arm, but he’s enough energy for some real food. Patton smiles at him when he comes downstairs, fussing over him in a way that really, only a parent could with a child. He doesn’t call either of them dad, but he knows they know that they’re the closest thing he’s got.

Which is probably why it had terrified them so much.

Logan smiles at him and offers him a warm hug, rubbing the other’s back. He’s never seen Logan cry before, but his eyes are watering right now. “I feel like I failed you,” The elder admits “That I was supposed to protect you and now...” Virgil shakes his head. He writes with shaky, unpractised hands.

‘it’s not your fault, you’ve not failed me, you saved my life, Logan,’

It’s true, he had, both he and Patton had spiritually saved him, brought him into their home, gave him a life he didn’t even realize he’d deserved. But Logan had stopped the bleeding, stitched him up and made sure he kept breathing whilst the ambulance had been on its way. He’d literally saved his life.

And Roman, Roman had given him the realization that he’d deserved to be saved, and that he could save himself. Sitting in that hospital room, the other man had told him stories about his life, taught him what it meant to be alive and had kissed him so gently his heart felt like it might come back to life from the coldness it had been feeling.

He knew now, with the three of them, when he’d been standing on the edge and ready to fall, he hadn’t wanted to die for a moment. He’d wanted to tell Logan it was okay, tell Patton that he was doing so well, tell Roman that he adored him.

There was a line called depression in his mind, most days he stood on the line and that was okay, some days he stepped back from it, and it was wonderful. Some days he fell over the line into a darker area, like the day he’d made the decision to take his own life. But this day, these days, these were the days that should be worth living, these are the days that on the grey days, he should tell himself will come. Surrounded with the people he loved and that were willing to support him.

He knows he can’t do this by himself yet, that he needs their help for now, but he has to also let them help too. Virgil remembers that feeling, standing on the edge and wanting to turn back. He’d known then that death was not what he wanted, not yet anyway, he didn’t know what he wanted either, but he stored that memory for the next time.

In a couple of weeks things fell back together, although the others were still rather jumpy, they stopped the overbearing and consistent asking the other if he was okay every five minutes. For this, he was thankful. He and Roman decided they needed to get away for a bit, and despite missing them, Logan and Patton were rather happy to have the house to themselves for a bit.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Roman called over his shoulder.

“That doesn’t lower the bar Ro,” Logan had retorted with a snort, hugging Virgil and Roman as they made their way into the airport. Patton’s arm goes around Logan’s waist and he presses a kiss to the other’s cheek. “Are you worried? I’m worried, I feel like an old man,” The younger of the two mutters too his partner.

“You are an old man,” Patton laughs lightly, tugging Logan’s hand. “This is the first time Roman’s really been away from home it makes sense...”

“It’s not really Roman I’m worried about,” He admits “Roman’s not...he’s not the sort of person I need to be worried about, I worry that he’s going somewhere new like any...adoptive father would,” Patton smiles, squeezing the other’s hand “But it’s so soon after Virgil’s...”

“Do you trust them?” Logan nods “Then trust that they will look after each other, and they will be okay, it’s only a week Lo,”

Virgil and Roman made it back safe.

Roman got a tan, Virgil got a sunburn. And they all got their happy ever after, in a way.

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Undeniably Important Chapter 10: The Hole Deepens

EEK! It’s my birthday tomorrow! Excited! Anyways, This is my last prewritten chapter of UI. It’ll be good to write this story again, but I plan to post part 3 of Surgery first. Here be some angst. Theres some funny stuff, but like the story will shift towards some angst and then back to happiness once more! Anyways hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 1 – Chapter 2 – Chapter 3 – Chapter 4 – Chapter 5 – Chapter 6 – Chapter 7 – Chapter 8 -- Chapter 9

4:15 pm.

As always, Logan was the first one ready. The door to his room opened as the logical trait walked out to the living room and sat on the couch facing the kitchen. With a whisk of his hand, the door closed normally on its own. He stole one last glance towards his room and thought about his notepad he had left inside.

Logan had gotten quite far in his experimenting process. Not only did he find out he could not write anything else, but he couldn't erase any of the marks or writing he had previously left in it. The fingerprint test he performed puzzled the logical trait even more. In addition to not finding evidence that another aspect had touched it, he couldn't even find evidence that HE had touched it. Not one single fingerprint anywhere.

This is what Logan deemed as a good stopping point in the research process so that he could be ready for dinner on time. The next step to take would be to use his atomic microscope to make sure all subatomic molecu-

"Hey Logan!" Logic was shaken out of his thought process by Morality's greeting. Patton had just walked out of his room and taken a seat on the couch right next to him. The first thing the logical trait noticed was that Patton looked more presentable than usual. Of course he was still wearing his cardigan wrapped around his shoulder and his blue polo, but he was wearing jeans and a leather belt instead of his usual sweatpants.

"Hello Morality. Thank you for your gifts. They were much appreciated." He stated matter of factly.

Patton's smile brightened as he saw the tie and heard his compliment. "Aw, you're welcome Logan." Morality said as he patted his fellow aspect on the back. Shortly afterward however, his smile fell. Logan noticed this.

"Is something wrong Patton?"

"It's...it's just....Anxiety."

"What about Anxiety?"

"Nothing. Nevermind. It's all good." Patton put on a fake smile, but Logan wouldn't have it and just blinked at Patton as if to say "I don't believe you". Morality was seriously considering telling Logan the truth, when Anxiety's room door opened and out walked the darker trait. Patton didn't know if he was grateful or unhappy for his timely appearance, nevertheless it put a hold on the sides' conversation.

"Afternoon..." Anxiety walked past and flopped on the couch across from them. As expected, he looked exactly the same, except for the bangs of his hair. It looked like they had been combed.

"You're hair looks different Anxiety." Logan pointed out.

Anxiety looked up at the logical trait and snorted slightly. "You're tie looks different."

Logan grunted in embarrassment. "Point taken."

Anxiety went back to scrolling through Tumblr. He had to consciously stop himself from taking pictures of Logan's tie. That must've been what was in one of the gift boxes Morality had given him earlier.

It seems all three of them were thinking of the same event, because almost as if on queue, Logan just had to ask Morality about his notepad.

"Patton?"

"Yes Logan?"

"When you intruded my room to place the gift boxes on my desk, did you take my notepad from the stairs and tamper with it at all?"

Morality frowned. Anxiety froze. Uh oh. Here we go.

1 Hour earlier...

"Nothing. Just some weird debate on tumblr that I'm passionate about." Anxiety stated, holding the real notebook behind the door so Patton wouldn't see it.

"Oh. Alright kiddo. Just making sure you're okay." Morality gave a smile that hid his real sadness as he walked away.

Anxiety closed the door, put his back to it, and slinked down in total regret. His thoughts were mixed between sorrow and complete confusion. Try as he may, nothing really made sense. He knew he should have told Morality the truth. If Logan's theory was right and Thomas really was breaking apart from the inside, this situation surely wasn't helping.

It was all too much. He shoved the notepad back in his jacket pocket and ran to his bed desperate for his music. He knew what he should have done, but did he do it? No. Why didn't he do it? His thoughts slamming against his head. Despite his calm face, utter turmoil shrouded his black heart.

Relief washed over him as the music scattered his thoughts. His mind; emptied. The headphones; like a force field separating him from reality. All the while a small nagging played at the back of his head. There was no escaping it. He knew that soon he would have to face the consequences of his choices.

Which is basically what was happening right now.

Back to present time...

Anxiety continued looking at his phone acting as if he didn't hear Logan and Patton's conversation, but still being attentive to what was said. Maybe, he could make things right if the chance provided itself. That chance never came.

Morality lowered his head after Logan asked his question. "I'm sorry Logan." Patton lied.

Anxiety's heart dropped.

"I was just curious about what you write in it. You're a very good drawer." With a stroke of luck, Morality guessed the last statement.

Despite the subtle frown on the logical trait's face, a flash of pink quickly danced across his cheeks leaving as quickly as it came.

"I would be lying if I said I was not surprised at you Patton. You do not usually snoop around our belongings. Nevertheless, I assure you I am not mad and I do forgive you. But, perhaps next time, please ask me first. I would have..." Logan paused to rub his neck. "I would have gladly shown you." Logan contemplated telling Morality about the state his notepad was in, but thought better of it because he wouldn't understand.

Morality smiled a little at his last statement. "Thank you Logan."

"Your welcome, Patton." Logan did not smile back however.

To say Anxiety was a nervous wreck, was a bit of an understatement. Sure, on the outside he looked like he was just scrolling tumblr and not really listening, that is until he looked up and saw Patton flash him a heart broken smile. Oh god it hurt. He subtly put his phone down and rubbed his face with his hands careful not to mess up his make-up or create attention towards himself. And he didn't, because the one who did create attention towards himself decided to burst out of his room at that exact moment.

"Hi-Ho fellow Aspects! Thomas is in the car with his friends now! It's only a matter of time before we get to join him at the restaurant!" Prince stopped in front of the living room clad in his normal Prince outfit as the rest of his clothes were living in Anxiety's room for the time being. The other aspects only blinked in unison at his sudden appearance.

"Aw. What's with the long faces you two? Not Grumpy over there. He always has a long face."

Anxiety grumbled irritatedly and rolled his eyes. "Nice to see you too."

Logan answered for Morality. "It is too realistic of a story to keep your goldfish-sized brain entertained." He adjusted his glasses smugly.

Anxiety chuckled. Okay, that lifted his mood a little. The same could not be said for Patton, even though he was smiling.

"Excuse me!? Would you like to bet?" Prince was taken aback by Logic's remark.

"Would you like me to remind you of what happened the last time you made a bet?" Logan slightly smirked at Roman.

Roman was about to protest when he realized the last bet he made was this morning. He lowered his head and grunted at the ground. "Fine." But he picked himself back up, to finish his previous thought. "But as I said, Thomas will be there shortly. You all should expect to be summoned soon." He spun on his heels to walk back to his room, but stopped short halfway to turn back around and look at Logan.

After quickly glancing him up and down, Roman smirked. "Nice tie."

"Doggone it." Logan looked to the floor, then to his tie, then to a widely smiling Morality next to him. "No Patton."

4:34 pm

The car arrived at its destination.

"Alright. Everyone out!" Joan yelled. Everyone eagerly hopped out of the car, hungry for food. On the way to the restaurant, they had acquired Terrance who was now walking next to Talyn, who was walking next to Joan, who was walking next to Thomas with Leo on the other side of him.

Laughter rang across the parking lot as all the friends laughed and joked. Once they got to the front, the automatic doors slid open permitting entrance inside the restaurant.

"Hey you guys go on ahead! I'll catch up." Thomas waved at his friends all of which nodded in acknowledgement and went on ahead inside, except Joan.

Joan walked up to Thomas and stayed with him. "Are your sides coming along? Because I thought they just stayed inside your house."

"I don't understand the whole 'mind palace' thing yet. Logan tried to explain, but yes they are coming with me. I figured it would be better to meet them out in the parking lot."

"I just hope no one thinks you're talking to yourself." Joan told him worriedly.

"Well, I already do that enough on a daily basis. They will most likely be doing their own thing anyways."

"I still wish I could see them. You say they all look like you?"

"Except with different outfits." There was a slight pause before Thomas decided to speak again. "Alright they aren't here yet so, I'm gonna summon them." Thomas snapped his fingers and all four aspects instantly materialized in front of them.

"Hi Joan!"

"Hello Joan."

"Greetings Joan!"

"Sup?"

Joan still couldn't see or hear anything. "You say they are all standing there waving hi?"

"Yeah. They're all pretty happy to see you." Thomas turned to Joan then back to his aspects. "Nice tie Logan. You're lookin' spiffy Morality. Anxiety. Love the hair. And Prince, Just as fabulous as always."

"Thanks." Logan straightened his dog tie.

"Glad you think so, kiddo."

Anxiety clicked his tongue.

"Nothing ever less than that."

Anxiety scoffed. "That's what you say now."

Prince groaned. "This is dinner. Not the Outfit war. Yes. I know you won. Can you stop rubbing it in, please!?"

Thomas silenced their banter. "Alright. Alright. This is a fancy restaurant, please try to keep your voices down and no bickering inside this place." He pointed to the restaurant behind him.

"They are arguing now?" Joan asked inquisitively.

"All they ever do is argue." Thomas was already considering sending them back to the mind palace.

"That's not true." Morality pouted slightly.

"Nevermind. Let's just...walk in." Thomas motioned them towards the restaurant as he and Joan guided the four aspects through the automated doors...only to have them slam shut in the four aspects' faces. Thomas stared dumbfoundedly from the other side of the doors.

"Can they not get through?" Joan asked Thomas just as confused as he was.

Logan sighed in irritation. "Of course. Motion-sensor doors."

Everyone groaned. It was going to be a long night.

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