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im-a-space-gay · 4 years

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Making My Way to Florida! (Gay Gamers Fic)

... read the title, I guess??

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Virgil felt absolute chaos consume his being as he finished packing everything, knowing he was ahead of schedule. At least, the schedule his friends knew about.

He sighed, about to sit down before his phone buzzed, and he looked down to see a text in the group chat.

Prince_Of_Creativity: Anx, start setting up! We playing the CC server!

CoolLogic101: The grammar in that text fills me with anger and fear.

Virgil smiled and was about to do what he was told before he remembered that in order to throw them off his tracks, he couldn’t participate in recording day. Bummer.

Anxie_Tea&Biscuits: Actually, I can’t record with you guys today, sry :(

Mor-Pal-Ity: What?! Why?! ;^;

That’s when Virgil paused, realizing he didn’t think of an excuse beforehand. F*ck.

Okay, he couldn’t use a sick card. He’d always somewhat record for the group channel even when sick, so it’d be suspicious if he did that. He also couldn’t use a bad day excuse, because he’d still record believing people would find his expense funny. Come on, think... oh!

Anxie_Tea&Biscuits: Something came up with my family who live a town over, so I can’t game for a while. Sry...

Prince_Of_Creativity: Np dude!! Take as much time as you need!! I hope your fams ok!

Anxie_Tea&Biscuits: Thanks. Have fun recording, okay??

He read their confirmations with a smile before checking again that he had everything in order. Suit case, check, house key, check, maps, check, plane ticket, check.

Virgil smiled even wider as he clapped, deciding it was a good time to eat as he waited for his friends to finish recording and editing, wanting to see how they’d do without him. It was official.

He was going to Florida tomorrow.

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It was official the sequel.

Virgil f*cking hated planes.

It was cramped, quiet, and honestly having to get on the plane at four in the morning was a major let down because of the nine hour flight and five hour time difference, landing in Florida at eight AM.

Nonetheless, he was there, recording, and running by a Walmart in order to buy a huge cardboard box and neon pink packing peanuts wondering how he was going to walk the two miles between the address he was given and the Walmart without being seen by his friends.

Eventually, he got to his friends house -more like mansion, Jesus- unlocking the door and stepping inside, tempted heavily to just collapse onto the couch and lay there until his friends got back from their weekly shopping trip. But alas, he was too stubborn for that as he dragged his suitcase into what appeared to be a hall closet after grabbing another camera and setting it up in a flower pot.

“Alright,” he huffed, facing the camera he’d been carrying all day. “It is now eleven in the morning in Florida, and after carrying a huge-*ss box, dragging my suit case, and recording for two cursed miles, I am at Dork Manor with all residents on a shopping trip. So far, all according to plan. Now, to execute by far the easiest but somewhat boring phase of my plan: scaring the daylights out of my American friends. Let’s do this!”

Virgil clipped the camera onto his jacket again as he opened the bags for the packing peanuts, making commentary the entire time as he poured them all into the giant box.

He stood before the filled box within ten minutes, and he disposed of all garbage before looking at the camera that was fairly hidden in the pot.

“Okay, the others should finish their trip soon, meaning into the box I go! I wonder how long I’ll have to wait before they actually get here. Time to find out!”

He jumped in the box without spilling anything, thankfully -curse his height!- and sank down into the peanuts, closing the lid behind him.

Virgil waited for what he later found out was twenty minutes when he heard the door being unlocked, and he held a hand into his mouth to ensure he wouldn’t make any noise.

“Roman, please, I’m sure he- why is there a box in our living room?” A voice- Logan said, and Virgil heard somebody walk to his box.

“What does that- wow there’s actually a box, I thought that was a metaphor,” Roman muffled voice made it’s way to Virgil, and he heard the crinkling of shopping bags as another person walked over.

“Where’s it from?!” Patton now asked excitedly, being the only one putting stuff away from the sound of it, and Virgil had to hold in a squeal at the settling weight that his friends were there in person.

“It doesn’t say,” Logan said, probably inspecting the box. “Should we open it?”

“Yes!” Roman said. “Patt, hurry up I wanna open the box!”

“Coming, coming!”

Virgil, shaking with excitement, heard the last pair of feet bound over and then Roman counting down.

“Three... two... one!”

Virgil felt the box be opened, and didn’t move.

“... well that was anti-climatic.”

Then, Virgil decided to make his move as he stuck his head out of the box quickly.

“GUYS!”

They all shrieked and jumped back, being startled before they realized who he was. He didn’t give them the chance to say anything as he continued.

“I found so many packing peanuts at the store! Isn't this amazing?!” He asked in an excited voice, playing with the packing peanuts while they stared at him in shock.

Then, Roman started laughing, quickly followed by the other two, and Virgil couldn’t help but notice how they sounded hysterical. Virgil just huffed, sinking below the packing peanuts again as they continued.

“You guys are bloody weird. I’m taking a nap.”

He smiled as he heard them laugh harder with murmurs of “I can’t breathe” or “my LUNGS”.

When they were done, he suddenly felt two sets of hands grab both his arms and drag him into a standing position. He shook his head to get the peanuts out of his hair before looking at them with a wide smile.

They were all staring at him, looking like they were still processing he was he there with shaky smiles and misty eyes.

“Soo...” Virgil said, and they all snapped back into reality as he looked at them with a more sheepish smile than before. “Can you guys, uh, help me out of here? I’m very smol, in case you didn’t notice.”

They all started laughing again, and Virgil pouted.

“Guuuuys,” he whined, which made them laugh even more somehow. “This isn’t funny! I’m genuinely stuck, please help!”

When they continued to laugh with no signs of stopping, Virgil decided he hated them all and regretted coming to America, sinking back into the box and closing the lid behind him.

“Fine. No hugs for you guys, I guess,” he said loudly, and they all immediately stopped, and he felt the box open again.

“Wait wait wait, no please I want hugs,” Patton whined this time, and Virgil moved into a sitting position so they couldn’t reach him.

“Nope. Feel free to send me back to the UK.”

“Virgil please can we get hugs?” Roman cut in, and Virgil could already tell he was sticking his arms in the box in hopes of grabbing him.

“Nope!”

Then, Virgil felt the world give way beneath him as Logan lifted the box, and he and all the packing peanuts fell out the bottom. Virgil gasped loudly, pretending to be upset.

“Look what you’ve done! All my packing peanuts!” He cried out, grabbing handfuls of the peanuts and fake glaring at Logan. “How dare thee? This sin shall not be forgiven nor forgotten!”

He planned on continuing, but then he felt arms wrap around him from behind and he immediately melted and started purring, leaning back into the warmth.

“Are you purring?” Patton gasped happily, apparently being the one to grab him.

“I haven’t had a hug since I was eighteen, can you blame me?” Virgil said in response, purring increasing as Roman and Logan joined the hug.

“Are you recording this?” Roman asked after a bit, being the first to notice the camera on his jacket. Virgil nodded.

“Been recording since four in the AM.”

“You’ve been recording for eight hours?” Roman asked in shock, and Virgil shook his head.

“Ah, let me rephrase. I’ve been recording since four AM UK time. Here, I’ve been recording since eleven PM or something.”

“WHAT?!”

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