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anxiouslyfred · 3 years

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Aro Eyes

Summary: Virgil has noticed that since his eyes started changing colour to match his soulmates hair, it’s rotated between the colours of the Aro flag. It’s helped him figure out that he’s aro too, but there first meeting isn’t so simple.

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When Virgil was younger he had loved and loathed all the stories of soulmates meeting and immediately getting married, having a romance everyone was meant to dream of. Nowadays he just hated it, and the pressure everyone put on having a romantic relationship with your soulmate.

All of that was purely because his soulmate whomever they were, wherever they might be, was almost definitely aromantic and he didn't want to change that at all. Facing the questions and pressures of society was still an intimidating prospect for whenever Virgil met them though.

His eyes had been regularly changing colours to match his soulmates hair for years, ever swapping from green to grey to black with an ever remaining circle of white in them. What else was Virgil to believe than that they were aro?

It had taken a while for Virgil to move from realising his soulmate seemed to be aro, to figuring out that he didn't mind that much because he was also aromantic and only really wanted a friend in his life partner, nothing beyond that currently. Part of him wished he could be so confident in what label to use for his sexual attraction since despite the purple, black and grey flag being very much his style, asexual didn't fit comfortably at all.

Today though he had to focus on costume and props to the current production in the theatre he worked at. There had been mentions of a few of the cast getting their hair dyed, either for the show or for personal choice, so Virgil was keeping an eye out, just in case there was someone with emerald green hair that matched his eyes today. He'd never decided if the white would be a shaved bald patch or if his soulmate might have a white streak permanently in their hair.

He was not expecting to have one of the visiting actors storm over and glare down at him while he was rearranging the props for the opening night. “Can I help you?” Virgil asked when they seemed content to start a staring contest.

“I'm Remus, he/him. You're Virgil the backstage expert and my soulmate. So when's our first date?” Individually Remus's words would have made sense for Virgil to hear, but all together? He was currently reeling from what had just been said.

“Nope, do not like that idea at all.” He shook his head, already backing away once the mention of a date registered to his mind, before waving up at his eyes. “Hang on, You're aro too. What do you mean, date?”

Remus blinked at the move, but shrugged, “Oooh! You're Aro? Cool, what chaos should we cause to stick it to the romance obsessed fools?”

“None!” Virgil exclaimed, completely lost over where the conversation could go next. Remus might be his soulmate but following his thoughts was a roller-coaster. “Are you just skipping over the fact that literally all signs I've had since our teenage years says you're aro too? Including the emerald green hair you currently sport?”

Glancing up to his white fringe as much as he could, Remus snorted a little, shaking his head. “I just like green. Parentals keep insisting that I can't keep it green for evens so the black and grey are my favourite alternatives. I've never connected it to the flags but now you've mentioned it.... FANTASTIC!! I've been supporting the identity of my soulmate my entire life despite only just meeting them! Am I the best soulmate ever or what?!” The yelling startled Virgil when it began, enough to get him hiding a little when stares where turned around to him.

“You're definitely the 'Or What' in that question.” He hissed out, trying to shove Remus into a seat and hopefully shut him up.

Remus just jumped away from him again, hands going either side of his mouth and yelling again. “HA! BEAT THAT ROMAN!! I'm the better soulmate and better brother too!”

“Who the hell are you trying to yell at? Sit down, shut up and zip it!” This time Virgil didn't give him the chance to get away, gripping Remus's shoulder's tightly while pushing him face first into some old scenery curtains. “If you're going to make this big a scene then you're going from helping me learn my identity when we never met to just stressing me out completely in person.” That hiss actually had enough of the fight melt out of Remus that Virgil let him go again.

For a few moments Remus remained leaning where he'd been pushed while Virgil took a couple of deep breaths to calm down.

“Sorry, do I have to keep sniffing these curtains cause they're damp and my nose is cold?” The mumble came eventually.

“I'll make a note to suggest the ceiling and roof is checked. Get out of it.” Virgil sighed, nudging the others shoulder. “Are we calming down now?”

“I guess, sorry I got over excited.” Remus pouted at him. “I just wanted to make sure you know you're important. To be good and not upset you.”

Virgil frowned, glancing at him over the choice of words. “Nice attempt, possibly a bit to loud for me. How about we try coming up with something extreme but quiet? Noise sets off my anxiety when it's unpredictable.”

“Painting? We could do painting together, and I could show you all the monsters and aliens I've tried designing for different climates that could happen in the universe.” Remus perked up a little, already thinking up ideas if Virgil understood the bouncing that was beginning.

“Sounds good, Remus. Bring some paints in and we can try doing that between shows and when you aren't on stage.” They shared a grin with that agreement made.

This week of shows would probably change a lot now they'd met and Virgil for once was excited to see what came next.

#dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #soulmate au #aro virgil

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kissjane · 4 years

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ANIMAL COMPANY / (Not so) Short fic

#13 from this prompt list

Guys! That’s it! This is the last one from the list! I did it! The file for these is 64.5k words, and I did them all in two months. It was super fun, but not gonna lie, I’m glad to be done with it. And as promised to a certain evil mastermind, “Mouse AU” is the last one posted.

Both going to grab the same thing and touching hands, then making eye contact

For all Lucas’ lamenting about wanting to live alone, so he could walk around naked, eat pizza at every hour of the day, and never have to listen to any of his roommates get it on ever again, now that he actually was living out that long-desired dream, he was… lonely, for lack of a better word.

When he had realized he was talking to himself, and replying, he had figured he needed something alive to keep him company.

And so he had decided to go to the pet store, to see if he could actually commit to the immense job of keeping an innocent animal happy, healthy and alive.

It was, however, not an easy task. He’d had a staring contest with a black-and-white cat, and he’d been playing for a while with a cute Pomeranian, but he hadn’t fallen in love. The birds had been entertaining for a while, and he actually felt a connection with this yellow puff that kept flying into the cage and seemed to love taking baths and ruffling its feathers, but when the store clerk had started explaining about shells to sharpen their claws and different grain mixes and fake eggs for the bird to breed on, he’d given up.

The fish were pretty, but boring, and the tortoises had a temper. Lucas didn’t feel like sharing his flat with a snappy, mean animal – he was perfectly fine filling out that slot all by himself, thank you.

He had tried to find the walking sticks between the non-walking ones, and given up after a few minutes. The ant farm reminded him too much of a middle school science project. A chicken sounded good in theory – a fresh egg daily was a big boon – but the idea of a chicken in a flat was preposterous. And while he was all for recycling and taking care of the environment, a worm composting station just sounded dirty.

So he was getting a bit desperate, wandering further down the aisles. He turned a corner, and suddenly found himself in front of a cage with one single white mouse in it.

The animal was sitting up on its haunches, looking at Lucas, its whiskers trembling as it sniffed. It looked kinda cute, and Lucas wanted to pet it, to see if maybe he could take this tiny thing home. He opened the cage and reached out for the tiny animal, when suddenly a large hand, with silver rings on multiple fingers, carefully grabbed the mouse right before Lucas could.

“Hey!”, Lucas protested without thinking, turning towards the intruder. “I was going to pet him!”

“Well, I guess…”, a male voice replied, and the hand was extended towards Lucas, not letting go of the mouse.

Lucas gingerly extended a finger towards the animal’s fur, and touched it, trying hard to stroke the frightened little thing, who was now squeaking loudly. However, the hand of the guy was kinda in the way, and so Lucas looked up, and – promptly forgot all about the mouse.

The hand with all the silver rings appeared to belong to some sort of ethereal creature right out of Lucas’ gayest fantasies.

“So did you pet him enough?”, the god in front of him said, but Lucas suddenly had difficulty understanding French.

“Huh?”, he croaked out, undignified, sounding rather like the frogs he had given wide berth earlier.

The guy laughed, and fuck, if it wasn’t like the sun broke through the clouds and lit up the whole store.

“Did that satisfy your urge to pet him? I mean, I don’t mind if you want to do it again, but I promised Brian a mouse soon, so, yeah…”

His voice died off apologetically, and Lucas swallowed back a lump.

It was stupid, really, to get disappointed. Men like this weren’t put on earth for Lucas, as much as he might wish it to be otherwise. Of course this guy had better things to do than stand in a pet store with a mouse in his goddamn sexy hands, being drooled over by a total stranger.

“Oh! Oh, uh, yeah,” he said, praying his cheeks weren’t as red as they felt. “Sorry, uh, yeah, sure. Wouldn’t want to keep Brian waiting.” He chuckled in embarrassment.

The guy nodded emphatically.

“Yeah, my baby boy gets a bit impatient sometimes, so…”

Oh. Lucas hadn’t given too much thought as to who or what Brian might be, but it made sense. He pictured a cute toddler with the same messy hair and grey eyes as his dad – fucking adorable, there was no other word for it, waiting anxiously for its new pet. His vivid imagination played the scene out with full-colour detail – a spacious flat somewhere in Paris, a pretty wife holding on to Brian, the guy stepping through the door with the mouse in a small cage, Brian escaping his mom’s hold and hugging his dad’s legs, jumping up and down in excitement.

He had to swallow down another lump.

“Oh, yeah, I understand,” he said, while stepping aside so the guy could pass him on his way to the register. “Does he like mice, your son?”

“They’re his favourite,” the guy said, putting the mouse in a small box and moving past Lucas. “And it’s been two weeks, so you can imagine he’s pretty hungry. Have a nice day!”

Wait. What? The scene in front of Lucas’ eyes changed screeched to a halt, and then picked up again, this time with a creepy toddler biting into the mouse, blood smeared around the corners of his mouth, while the pretty mom wiped the back of her hand around her own lips, stained red, as the guy looked on proudly.

“He’s gonna… eat… that mouse?”, Lucas squealed in horror. The guy, who had almost turned the corner, slowed down and looked over his shoulder at Lucas.

“What else would he do with it?”

Lucas’ mouth fell open. He pinched himself, convinced he somehow entered a fucked-up horror dream, but he flinched at the pinch, so he must be awake.

“What… fucking parent lets his kid eat mice?”

The guy stared at him for a long beat, and then suddenly, that sunshine smile broke through again. He stepped closer to Lucas, who recoiled in disgust.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!”, the guy said as Lucas kept backing away from him. “I guess I did call him my baby, didn’t I? Brian is not my son, though, he’s my pet snake!”

Lucas’ head spun.

“First of all,” he spluttered, “who the fuck calls his snake Brian? What kind of a name is that?”

The guy shrugged.

“It suits him. If you saw him, you’d know.”

Lucas shivered visibly.

“Oh, come on,” the other man said. “Don’t tell me you don’t like snakes. Brian is cute, I swear.”

Lucas wasn’t convinced.

“If you say so… But anyway, more importantly, you can’t just let that tiny mouse be eaten by a snake! Look at him!”

The guy did look at the mouse, and then back at Lucas.

“But Brian needs to eat.”

“But I wanted to buy that mouse! I wanted a pet!”

It was a lie, because Lucas had in no way committed to the wretched thing, but he couldn’t just let it be taken to an early, gruesome death.

“Ah.”

The guy seemed to understand the issue, as he looked from Lucas to the mouse with his piercing eyes, biting his bottom lip. Dammit, Lucas really couldn’t look too closely at that, because he felt his resolve weaken. He might just agree to be fed to Brian himself, if only to keep the guy’s eyes on him.

“What if I helped you find another pet?”

Fuck. Suddenly Lucas didn’t give a damn about the fate of the poor little mouse – it seemed to look at him with hurtful eyes now, upset at Lucas’ betrayal – if the alternative was staying close to this guy while they wandered through the pet store together, discussing the pros and cons of each animal.

“Uh… well, I would have to warn you. That mouse was kinda my last hope.”

“I will take the risk. For Brian.”

Lucas dithered for only a few seconds, in which the mouse didn’t deign him worthy of another look, before he caved.

“I guess.”

“Okay, let’s go then! I’m Eliott, by the way. Brian’s dad.”

He laughed, and the sound of it made a shiver roll deliciously slow over Lucas’ spine. He managed to keep himself mostly in check though, rolling his eyes as he extended a hand.

“Lucas.”

And they set forth on another tour of the aisles, Eliott trying to emphasize all the advantages of the creatures they came across, and Lucas nixing them all with a sad shake of his head. Eliott had to agree with lots of Lucas’ arguments – spiders were too creepy to keep willingly in the house, hamsters were smelly, and chameleons sounded cool, but all they did was lounge around under a heat lamp.

So when they found themselves back where they started out, they both looked at the small box in Eliott’s hand.

“I mean, maybe Brian could wait another day to eat… He did seem very hungry but I’m reasonably sure it wouldn’t kill him…”

Eliott looked at Lucas with a pout and honest-to-God puppy dog eyes, and Lucas couldn’t help but laugh.

“I guess I can survive without a pet, too… It might be a close call, though.”

“Yeah,” Eliott nodded, suddenly serious. “Not a risk I’d be willing to take, though.”

Lucas’ breath hitched. Eliott was watching him intently, and Lucas was pretty sure this time he wasn’t succeeding at keeping the blush off his cheeks.

Suddenly though, Eliott jumped.

“Oh, Lucas! I know! I know exactly what you need!”

He grabbed Lucas’ hand, and for a dizzying second, Lucas was too distracted by the contact to move. But Eliott tugged, and Lucas had no choice to follow him, and before he knew it, Eliott was showing him an enclosure with a grand flourishing gesture.

“What’s that?”

Lucas peered in, and then –

“A rabbit! It’s perfect, Lucas!”

Inside the cage was a tiny grey rabbit with floppy ears, and Lucas felt his heart melt.

“Oooh, you’re cute! Look, Eliott, he’s so fucking cute!”

“He is,” Eliott said, his voice low, and Lucas looked over his shoulder to see if anything was wrong, but Eliott just smiled, his eyes sparkling.

“What do you think, then? Worthy alternative for a mouse?”

Lucas pondered for a minute.

“Yeah. Come on, help me flag down an attendant so I can take him home.”

Together, they listened to a tired-looking clerk enumerating the important points in rabbit care, and loading their arms with the necessary equipment and food before finally taking them to the register where Eliott paid for his mouse and Lucas for the rabbit and all its accessories.

“So,” Eliott said, as they stepped outside. “What are you going to name him?”

“I don’t know yet,” Lucas truthfully replied, looking at the ball of grey fur. “But it’ll be better than Brian, I know that. I’m a way better pet dad than you.”

Eliott laughed brightly.

“I feel like I’m kinda his dad, too. I mean, I helped pick out his house and his toys and everything.”

Lucas was inclined to agree, but sadly, this was as far as things were going to go. Eliott would go home and feed Brian the mouse, and Lucas would pour all his affection into his new roomie.

“Maybe, uh…”

Eliott hesitated.

“What?”, Lucas asked curiously.

“Maybe I could come visit him sometime? And you, too, obviously.”

Lucas whipped his head up in surprise.

“And, you could come see Brian, too, I mean, if you wanted…”

Lucas smiled widely.

“Is this your way of asking my number?”

Eliott mirrored Lucas’ smile.

“Yeah. After all, don’t you think our pets would be better off with two dads?”

And as he punched in his number into Eliott’s phone, Lucas’ imagination got kickstarted again, showing him vividly another flat somewhere in Paris, with a rabbit enclosure next to a glass aquarium in which Brian was leisurely devouring a mouse, and two boys cuddled up in front of them, kissing each other. It beat living alone, for sure.

#I write things #50 cliché prompts #Elu #skam france fanfic #☯#I AM DONE

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tyrannysaurusfloof · 5 years

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We Will All Have Restful Sleep

Summary: Deceit has to face a threat he has never seen before, and Virgil allows his anxiety to push him forward to save Roman. Pairing: Dark/Virgil (platonic or romantic), Dark/Virgil/Anti (platonic or romantic), Platonic LAMP Characters: Virgil, Dark, Anti, Patton, Logan, Roman, Deceit. Words: 2751 Warnings: None. A/N: The last part ^^ I had a lot of this typed up tonight but I forgot about doing it last night, so not as delayed as I thought it would be. I’m glad you all enjoyed this series as much as you did, and please look forward to my next series, which will focus on the Sides as children, and Thomas as Virgil’s father. Oooh mystery xD First Part is Help Me Sleep Second Part is Let Me Sleep Third Part is Comfort in Sleep Fourth Part is Questions Without Answers Fifth Part is Deceptions Sixth Part is The Dangers of a Good Nights Sleep

Deceit’s part of the mindscape looked difficult to navigate, but as with the snake-faced Side himself, looks could be deceiving. Virgil knew that, but Dark and Anti had never heard of Deceit before, and had never seen this part of the mindscape, and their reactions would have been funny had Virgil’s anxiety been so heightened.

“What the fuck is with all these mirrors?” Anti asked, staring into one of them and examining himself, “I look like Jack.”

“I…that is an extremely redundant statement.” Dark rolled his eyes, pulling his arm free from Virgil’s tight grip and straightening his suit, “You always look like Jack.”

“No I mean, my eyes are normal and my neck is too.” Anti clarified, “Look.”

Dark glanced in his direction as Virgil turned to them.

“This part of the mindscape changes a lot. Deceit doesn’t like people seeing his room, so he tries to keep them out with cheap tricks. This is another one. I know what I’m looking for, so just follow me.” He stated, before turning on his heel and beginning to walk down the hall of mirrors.

“I don’t understand why it is necessary for us to be here.” Dark murmured as he occasionally perused the mirrors, looking at how his reflection changed with distaste. Anti was amused by the different forms the mirrors made him take, and was pulling funny faces as they walked.

“Roman is only in this mess because of me. Because I couldn’t act normal for once and just answer some questions.” Virgil snapped, his voice echoing loudly through the tightly enclosed space. “And you two are part of the answers he’s looking for, so you’re going to deal with Deceit, while I deal with Roman.”

“Deal with him how?” Anti inquired, and without even looking Virgil could tell the ego was itching to materialise his knife.

“Not by killing him. And nothing that would be detrimental to Thomas.” He ordered, “Just by making him admit the truth to Roman, and clear his head of all the lies he’s told. Can you do that?”

“Your plan wouldn’t work very well if we couldn’t.” Dark murmured, “But I’m sure we can. I’m sorry it came to this, Virgil.”

“So am I.”

The anxious Side stopped suddenly in front of a large mirror. It didn’t look any different from the mirrors surrounding it, except for the reflections it gave: none of them appeared humanoid in the mirror. Dark was fuzzy red, blue and grey images of people, with hints of details that Virgil didn’t understand, but made the suited ego growl low in his throat and curl his hands into fists. Anti was a glitching mess, the only part of him static in the mirror were glowing green eyes, and the entire image looked painful and non-corporeal, and Anti glared at it, teeth bared, and hands itching to break the mirror. Virgil, well he was just a mist like shadow creature, a monster with glowing purple eyes and poisonous words. It was not a pretty sight, but this was the mirror they needed.

Without missing a beat, Virgil reached out and pushed the mirror, and it swung open like a door. The entire hall of mirrors shattered around them, and Deceit’s room materialised. It was dark in colour, with yellow accents in the walls and carpet and bedspread. Out of all the rooms Virgil had seen, Deceit’s was the most old-fashioned, following the same sort of fashion the Side himself seemed to enjoy, and almost everything in there was fake. A Rosetta Stone in the corner, a fake version to show knowledge, a collection of prizes from famous acting awards that Thomas had never won, and memories that weren’t real, but that could be placed in Thomas’ mind to deceive him. The entire room made Virgil feel unwell, but his eyes were drawn to the middle of the room.

Roman was sitting there on a chair, hands resting in his lap, and his eyes glazed. There was a hint of yellow in the haze of his eyes, and his lips were taped shut. When he saw Virgil there was no reaction, and Virgil’s stomach rolled.

He couldn’t let his anxiety rule him right now.

Not now.

Not here.

Not when Roman needed saving from Deceit.

The Side was nowhere to be seen, but Virgil sensed someone off immediately. It all felt like a trick, like this wasn’t really Roman, since Virgil couldn’t ever imagine the creative Side being so subdued. Anti and Dark didn’t seem as concerned, and the glitch walked boldly into the room towards Roman himself. Virgil took a second too long to realise exactly what was waiting for them in the room, and he cried out to Anti a second too late. A sword swung towards the ego, barely missing slicing his head clean off, but cutting deeply into his shoulder and sending Anti glitching away, hissing and clutching the wound, staring for the person that had attacked him, but found no one.

No one but a mannequin, with Roman’s sword stuck deeply in its hand.

It had been a trick!

“Anti!” Dark made to step into the room after Anti, but paused with narrowed eyes. “He’s a tricky one.” He murmured to Virgil, “How fun.”

“Sarcasm isn’t helping.” Virgil muttered back, stealing himself and entering the room himself. As soon as he did, a laugh echoed around it and the entire scene shifted. Instead of being in the middle of the room and sitting on a chair, Roman was hanging above a pit of spikes, held there only with a thin rope that was slowly fraying. His hands were tied, and Roman wasn’t fighting to free himself, merely accepting his fate.

Panic shot through Virgil, but Dark grabbed him before he could move.

“It’s not real.” The dark haired ego whispered, “He’s still in the chair.”

“His tricks don’t work on you?” Virgil gasped and Dark nodded slightly. “So…that is the real Roman? The one we saw when we first entered?”

“Yes.” Dark confirmed, “Roman is still in that chair, and still seemingly under Deceit’s control. The trap wouldn’t have been sprung had you come here alone, or with the other Sides, but we don’t know this Side well, so Anti fell for it.” He glanced at where the ego was on his knees, bleeding heavily from a wound and looking a bit too concerned to try moving again, in case anything else hurt him. “But you should be safe.”

Virgil breathed as much of a sigh of relief as he could. “Find him, please!” He pleaded, “Find Deceit and break this illusion, but don’t hurt Thomas!”

“I will.” Dark nodded, “Just walk forward as normal, you won’t fall into a pit.” He urged and pushed Virgil forward a little.

Trying to ignore the panic in his gut, Virgil allowed the flight and fight reflex to take over him again, and he pushed forward. Step by step, he soon found himself on the edge of the spike pit, and with a simple step, found himself directly over it, on solid ground. Confidence renewed that this was indeed a trick, Virgil rushed forward and grabbed for where he had seen Roman sitting. The scene of Roman hanging disappeared in an instant and Virgil’s stomach rolled a little at the sudden shift, but he was glad to see Roman just sitting there.

Deceit’s powers were swaying his mind still, but Virgil knew he could break through. He had to.

“Is this Deceit?” Dark’s voice echoed around the room and Virgil turned to find his two friends standing behind him, Deceit between them, Anti holding a knife at his throat, growling at him as he gripped the bloody wound still dripping through his fingers, and Dark gripping the back of his neck tightly. Deceit did not look impressed for a second only, before he smirked and looked over Virgil.

“What a surprise to see you, Virgil.” He stated smoothly, “And with friends.”

“Shut up.” Virgil spat, “What have you done to Roman?!”

“I merely helped him see the truth.” Deceit shrugged, “All of it.”

“You don’t tell the truth.” Virgil countered, “You never have and you never will, you can’t. Not as you are now.” The anxious’ Sides eyes flicked to Dark, who smirked and his aura grew, the ringing almost overpowering in the room, “But my friends could make you.”

“I’d be pleased to.” Dark smiled, pulling Deceit away from Anti’s knife and facing him. Placing his index fingers on either side of Deceit’s temple, Dark pushed his aura into the Side without warning and before Deceit could say anything. It hurt, and the Side exclaimed in pain, eyes squeezed shut as Dark invaded his mind.

“Don’t hurt Thomas.” Anti reminded him, watching with a disappointed expression. He had wanted to make Deceit talk, but Dark had a little more control over his powers, especially with Anti wounded as he was.

“I know.” Dark grumbled.

Virgil left them to it for the moment, turning back to Roman and shaking the creative Side to get his attention. Roman’s eyes moved to him, but he didn’t seem to even see him.

“Whatever Deceit has said to you Roman, it’s not true.” Virgil began, “Please believe me. I’m sorry I never gave you the answers you were looking for!”

The creative Side shifted slightly and he reached forward, placing a hand heavily on Virgil’s shoulder. The tape over his mouth moved slightly, so Virgil reached up and gently pulled it free from Roman’s lips. He only winced once, and licked at his lips before speaking. “He’s right.” He whispered, “You have never liked me.”

“That…that’s not true, Roman.” Virgil countered, “I…I didn’t like any of you at the beginning, I won’t refute that. But things have changed. I have, and you have. Please I…don’t let this stupid thing come between everything we’ve built.”

Roman blinked, and the haze of yellow around his irises flickered in and out of existence for a moment and Virgil let his heart leap in hope. He could break through Deceit’s words, he knew he could. This was all pointless, a stupid mistake on his part that had allowed the deceptive Side in, and Virgil had to fix this.

“All I…all I wanted was to…was to know what was outside the mindscape. The…all the creative possibilities. And you held the answers but you wouldn’t share.” Roman whispered, “It all sounds so stupid now.”

“It is stupid!” Virgil nodded, “But you’re not stupid Ro, it’s me. I’m sorry. I’ll give you all the answers, just listen to me!”

“Virgil.”

Dark’s voice broke through the layers echoing around the room as Virgil’s panic reached a crescendo. Turning with a jump, Virgil sucked in a breath and gripped Roman’s hand as it lay on his shoulder hard.

Deceit was still standing between Dark and Anti, but his eyes were no longer screwed shut. The snake eyes was glowing red, and his other was tinged blue, and it was clear he was no longer in complete control of himself. Forcing Deceit to tell the truth was taking it’s toll on Dark, that was clear, for the suited ego’s shell was barely held together, so Virgil spoke quickly.

“Tell Roman the truth! All of it!” He cried.

“……Virgil doesn’t hate you.” Deceit’s voice was wavering, but it was clear enough for Roman to hear. As he spoke, the haze of Deceit’s powers over Roman disappeared and the creative Side surged to his feet, knocking Virgil over in his haste. Apologetically, he pulled Virgil to his feet and faced Deceit. “He didn’t tell the other Sides the answers. No one knows the answers. I lied to you, to get into your head and use you.”

“I should have known!” Roman spat, “I should have known not to listen to you!”

“It’s okay Roman.” Virgil murmured. His head was starting to hurt, pounding as his heart fluttered through the anxiety. “That’s what he does. This is…my fault.”

Dark drew his fingers back from Deceit’s forehead, and the Side collapsed to the floor. “I’m sorry,” Dark rasped, “I couldn’t do it any further without hurting Thomas. Like this, he’ll have a bad headache at worse, at best a small but annoying throb.”

“Thank you.” Virgil whispered, “Thank you.”

“I should…I should thank you too Virgil.” Roman muttered, “For coming to save me.”

“It’s my fault you got like this, of course I came.” Virgil shrugged, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Can we get out of here now?”

Nodding, Roman took Virgil’s hand, Dark grabbed Anti and the two egos took a small grip on Virgil so they could all rise out of Deceit’s part of the mindscape together. Patton and Logan were waiting for them, Logan attempting to do puzzles while Patton paced back and forth. As soon as they all appeared, Patton launched himself at Roman and Virgil.

“You’re okay!” He cried, dragging them both into a tight, crushing hug. “I was so worried about you Roman!”

“I’m okay padre.” Roman laughed weakly, “I’m sorry I worried you.”

Virgil didn’t say anything, his vision getting rather blurry. Being anxious and stuck in fight or flight mode for so long was exhausting, and it was all suddenly catching up to him. As Patton noticed Anti was bleeding and drew back to exclaim at it, Virgil stumbled and went to his knees.”

“Virg!”

“I’m okay.” Virgil whispered, “Just tired.” He leant his head against Roman’s shoulder as the creative Side knelt down next to him, “Just lemme stay here for a while.” Within seconds, Virgil was asleep against Virgil’s shoulder, and Roman smiled down at him.

“I believe you will have to settle for a small explanation, before I take Anti to get this looked at.” Dark murmured, cracking his neck as he pulled off his tie and fastened it around Anti’s arm as a makeshift tourniquet. “For who we are, my name is Darkiplier and this is Antisepticeye. We are the ‘egos’ of Markiplier and Jacksepticeye, you probably know them. Unlike you, we are not ‘Sides’ of their personalities, but fully fledged people. I am…for lack of a better word, Mark’s ‘dark’ side. And Anti is like Jack’s opposite.”

“We met Virgil in the void.” Anti supplied through gritted teeth, “He ended up there accidently after a panic attack, and we calmed him down. As for what’s outside the mindscape…you’ve seen it, through Thomas’ eyes. Virgil can only travel to see us because Dark has attached part of his void to Virgil’s room. He can’t go elsewhere.”

“But you are welcome to come through the void and visit my home.” Dark offered calmly, “Although I’d be careful, if I were you.”

Roman nodded, standing and pulling Virgil up with him into a bridal style carry, letting the anxious Side’s head loll against his shoulder. “Thank you. I’m sorry you had to get involved in this.”

Dark shrugged, “This is nothing compared to what I have to deal with on a daily basis.” He commented drily, “Trust me.”

“Or don’t.” Anti grinned, “He’s not trustworthy at all. Can we go now? This hurts.”

“We can go,” Dark agreed, “Tell Virgil if he wants to come and sleep with us tonight, he can. But, if you want to help him in the same way we do, and you don’t mind sharing a bed, spend the night with him. It might help all of you.”

With that said, Dark and Anti disappeared with a slightly crackle of static, leaving nothing but bloodstains and the four Sides.

“Shall we put him to bed?” Patton asked.

“No.” Roman shook his head, “Let’s keep him with us. This all started because Virgil wanted a good night’s sleep and it got way out of hand. If he sleeps better when someone is there, then I don’t mind him lying on me.”

Patton smiled and hugged Roman carefully. Logan came forward as well and allowed Patton to pull him into a small group hug.

“I’m glad you’re both back okay.” The logical Side said, “Will you tell us what happened?”

“I will.” Roman grinned, “It was an epic battle! But first, let’s make some food, I’m starving.”

With Virgil carefully balanced in Roman’s arms, the three Sides traipsed downstairs where Patton proceeded to make them all something to eat, while Roman held Virgil on his knee and began to regale them with a tale of a battle fit for a Prince.

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