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[we-get-it-youre-a-dor-a-ble]

FYI, this is my first fanfic, so I legit have no idea about warnings ;-; If I missed any or if some of them aren’t TWs, please let me know

Characters: Roman, Logan, Patton, Virgil, Thomas, Deceit

Pairings: None

Word Count: 2780

Genre: Angst & some fluff

Warnings: Bullying, swears, Deceit (sympathetic but oh well), muteness, just a little self-deprication, swords, yelling, crying, blacking out, violence

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If Virgil could redo one thing in his life, it was how he met the other sides.

Thomas was 7 years old. He had a test at the end of the year in math, even though he was only in 3rd grade. It was a lot to handle, but with Logan’s help, Thomas was able to study enough. The day of the test, Thomas sat as his desk and stared down at his paper.

Suddenly, he panicked. He couldn’t remember anything. He didn’t know how, but something was happening and it wasn’t good. All the equation she had learned he couldn’t remember, and he started to feel something he rarely even thought of: stress. He stared down at the page in front of him, but he could barely make out words. Roman, present at the time, quickly gave Thomas the idea to go to the bathroom and think everything over, which Thomas did. The second he got there, he closed his eyes and went to Logan’s room .

“LOGIC?!” He screamed.

Logan was going over the math textbook he had been studying the few days before. “Thomas? What happened out there? Don’t you remember the curriculum?”

“I don’t know! I’m really scared and nervous… why have I never felt this stressed before?”

“I’m… not sure. Maybe we can get Morality to cheer you up. Morality!”

Logan called, but he got no response. “Morality...?” He called again. “Well then, we have to do something, with or without Dad. Let’s review the facts and details for the test.” Thomas and Logan nodded and got to work.

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Once Thomas got home from school, he looked around to make sure his family wasn’t home. Thankful they weren’t, he bolted to his room and shut the door. Suddenly, Logan and Roman appeared.

“What… What was that?” Roman asked, also confused of the cause of such negative emotion.

“I’m not sure,” Thomas responded, “but we should ask Dad. He’s in charge of most of my feelings anyway. Morality!”

Once again, no response. “Maybe he’s in his room with the door shut?” Roman suggested.

“No, he always leaves it open for us. Where else could he be where he can’t hear us…?”

Everyone sat thinking for a moment. After what seemed like ages, Logan broke the silence. “Could he be in the Mindscape?”

And with that, everyone had sunk out into the Mindscape. It was darker than usual, but thankfully, Patton was kneeled down on the floor next to something. Once he noticed the three behind him, Patton stood, hiding the dark figure behind his back.

“Morality! There you are! Where have you been?” Logan asked.

“I’ve been here for a few hours now, sorry kiddos.” Patton apologized. By this point, everyone‘s attention has drifted off from their anger and to the small character behind him.

“What is that, Padre?” Roman said.

“Okay, so during school, I found this little guy curled up in the corner, sobbing. So please, don’t harass him. He’s really shy, okay?”

Everyone nodded, and Patton motioned for the figure behind him to come out. It hesitated, but stepped forward, showing its full self to the other sides. He was shorter than the rest of them, but he still had the same appearance. He wore a black oversized hoodie with a black and grey plaid pattern on the sleeves. He also wore a pair of dark jeans and sneakers. His hair looked to be the same as Thomas’s, but it was hard to tell by the good that covered his head. His eyes were the same deep brown as Thomas’s, but there was heavy bags under his eyes. It looked like he hadn’t even heard of the word ‘sleep’.

“Everyone, meet Thomas’s anxiety.”

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Years had passed, and Virgil still didn’t talk. He was still very close with Patton, but he slowly warmed up to the other sides. Roman had been the most stubborn with Virgil, since he didn’t know anything about him. Logan was okay with Virgil being present; even a little happy that someone else understood him. In the end, though, no matter how everyone treated Virgil, he still wouldn’t talk. The sides hadn’t heard him say a single word since he arrived 5 years ago. Nobody even knew his name, what he sounded like, or if he could talk at all. Virgil would write notes to communicate, which he ended up getting pretty good at. He put his writing skills to use and filled most of his time writing short stories and such.

In the real world, Thomas was watching TV, so the Sides took the opportunity to have lunch together. They normally would invite Thomas, but he didn’t know any of them had names, and it was annoying to use their representations to address them.

“Kiddos! Time for lunch! I made tacos!” Patton yelled. One by one, the sides arrived, Virgil being last as usual.

“Spectacular!” Roman exclaimed. “Also, I’ve been thinking, maybe we should have Thomas take Spanish in middle school! It would be exciting to learn one of the most romantic languages in the world!”

“Roman, that’s preposterous. He shouldn’t learn a language solely because it’s romantic. It should actually mean something to him.” Logan stated.

Virgil rolled his eyes as the two started arguing. He made himself a taco, wrapped it, and grabbed a seat next to Patton. Virgil was happy that they could have a family dinner, since he had been so worried about an upcoming audition recently for the local kids theater. Roman had been so intent on going that none of the other sides really had a say in the matter. But the lines were so complicated, the audition was coming up so fast, and—

“Hey, you doing alright, kiddo?” Patton asked carefully. Virgil had stopped eating for quite some time to ponder over the audition.

Virgil took out his notebook. ‘Yeah, just worried (as usual)’, he wrote.

“What’s bothering you?”

“The audition for Beauty and the Beast…”

“The audition?” Patton repeated. Roman stopped talking and focused on Virgil. “You don’t have to worry! Roman has it all under control!”

“Yeah, but what if we don’t get the beast’s role? What if we’re just Maurice or something minor? What if we’re just a background singer??”

“Our part doesn’t matter, just as long as we make it in the show.”

“Well what if we don’t? What if we screw it up?”

“We aren’t going to mess up, kiddo. We have Roman on our side! Right Ro?”

Roman glared at Virgil as his gaze intensified. “Yeah, I’ve got it all under control, emo nightmare. Relax a little.”

Virgil sunk down in his chair a little and finished eating. He then got up, cleared his plate, and went to his room. Once he got there, he shuffled through his closet for another hoodie, since he had gotten some ground beef on it during lunch. He found a black sweatshirt with purple strings and put it on. It was simple, but still comfy as hell. He sat there, looking up at the plastic stars on the ceiling (a present from Patton).

His moment of relaxation was interrupted by 3 loud bangs on the door. Virgil stiffened and hesitantly shuffled across the fuzzy carpet. He opened it just a crack when Roman threw it the rest of the way himself. Roman has his sword tucked away in its scabbard, which only meant trouble.

“Okay, listen Anxiety,” he started. “This show is going to be big. Very big. And after your little pep talk with Patton, I have a good feeling your going to screw up my audition. So how about this: You take the day off or something so I can make sure that the biggest chance in Thomas’s life isn’t ruined by some virus like you.”

Virgil didn’t know what to do. He knew Roman didn’t like him, but to say it to his face…

“Well, nightmare? What are you going to do?”

Virgil backed up and fell onto his bed, eyes already forming tears. He grabbed the sleeves on his hoodie and hid his face in them. Roman, taking this as Virgil ignoring him, grabbed the hoodie and pulls it off. Roman then threw it on the ground and drew his sword. Just by reading his face, Virgil could see the anger welling up inside him. Suddenly, he cracked. He started swinging at the sweatshirt, making Virgil cry even more. So many rips and tears throughout the hoodie; he even cut off the entire right sleeve. At this point, Virgil was just sulking on the floor. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t breathe, and every time the blade swung, he could feel the wind created from the blow against his shirt.

...He could say something. If he said something, anything, Roman might be distracted enough for Virgil to run. He could run to Patton, Thomas, even Logan. Virgil curled into a small ball on the floor and struggled to get words to come out. Just as he was about to, another dark figure stepped into the room. Virgil’s watery eyes couldn’t make out who it was, but they were able to quickly grab Roman’s sword and shove Roman out of the room. The figure sighed and turned towards Virgil.

The stress and panic was getting to his brain, and Virgil could already feel himself losing consciousness, so he used his last bit of strength to wipe the tears from his eyes. The figure, a bit clearer now, started walking towards him when everything went black.

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When Virgil awoke, he was in his room on his bed. Everything looked normal, except the room was actually clean. The black figure was sitting on the floor next to his bed, eyes closed. His back was to the bed and his hair was covered by a black bowler hat. Virgil, now being able to see, gasped. The person’s face was half scaled, like a snake. He wore all black with touches of yellow and a bowler hat to match. The person opened his eyes and looked at Virgil.

“Oh, you’re finally awake.” He said, smiling. “Who might you be?”

Virgil shied away from him, shuffling quickly into the far corner of his bed against the wall.

“Not much of a talker, huh? Well, you can call me Deceit. And yeah, I am what the name implies. Just don’t tell Thomas about me, okay?”

Virgil gave a slow nod, already feeling more comfortable around him.

“Now, considering what I’ve heard, you’re Anxiety, right? Does this ‘Anxiety’ have a name?”

Virgil reached across his nightstand for his notebook. “My name is Virgil. Just don’t tell the others.”

“Hey, I’m not the only one with a secret. Good to know!”

The two gave each other a warm smile. Virgil didn’t know how, but he felt more at home with this stranger. He even had the courage to tell him his name. There was just something different about him. It was almost like he could see himself inside him. Someone who was lost, cast away, and just wanted a friend.

Just then, pounding steps came down the hall, followed by Patton aggressively opening the door.

“IS MY SON OKAY DECEIT???” He screamed, panting.

“Yes, Patton, he’s fine.”

“Are you doing that thing where you lie again?”

“Okay, I have told you guys over and over again, I don’t always lie.”

“Okay, sorry, D.” He turned to Virgil and sat on his bed. “What happened, kiddo?”

Virgil, already fighting back tears, grabbed his notebook and started writing. It took him awhile, but Patton was patient.

“Well, Roman came in my room after lunch. He was mad at me and told me not to screw things up. Then he got angry and tore up my sweater. I blacked out just as Deceit came in and stopped him.”

Patton was shocked. He could barely move. His eyes were wider than Virgil had ever seen, and his heartwarming smile was long gone.

“...L-Logan..!” He weakly yelled.

Logan quickly entered the doorway. “Yes Patton? Is Anxiety healthy?”

“H-he’s fine… look at this—“

Logan read through the note. His expression quickly matched Patton’s, and he turned to Virgil.

“I… I can’t believe this. I am so sorry, Anxiety. Truly, I am.”

“What are we going to do?” Patton asked.

“Well we have to confront Roman.”

“But what if he lashes out at us too?”

“Patton, I— wait, are you being anxious?”

Patton looked down at himself. He looked at his hand, which was rubbing Virgil’s leg.

“S-sorry! I didn’t even realize what I was doing.” Patton quickly pulled his hand away, to Virgil’s disappointment. All he wanted was to be comforted, but he couldn’t even do that without messing something up.

“It’s fine. Should we get Roman now?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

The two walked off, looking worryingly at each other, leaving Deceit and Virgil alone again. They glanced at each other before Deceit popped the question.

“Virgil… did he hurt you?”

Virgil didn’t know how to respond. I mean, he made him cry and pushed him around a little while taking off his sweatshirt. But he didn’t even know if Roman physically hurt him.

Virgil just shook his head.

“Okay, if you insist.”

Deceit got up and walked across the floor. He stooped down and picked up the torn and broken hoodie on the floor.

“Wow, he really wrecked this…” he mumbled. There were rips and tears on every side; even the hood. He bent down again and grabbed the right sleeve on the ground that had been completely cut off.

“I’m assuming you don’t want this anymore?” He asked, holding the hoodie for Virgil to see. Virgil was debating whether he should keep it or not, but before he could respond, Deceit threw it in the trash bin anyways.

“Hey, what time is it?” Virgil wrote.

Deceit read the note. “Oh, it’s around 9:00. You were out for awhile, Virge.”

“I think I’m going to try and rest.”

“Oh, okay. See you soon.”

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Sometime in the night, Virgil woke up to the sound of rustling around in his room. He barely opened his eyes to see a figure sitting on the floor, hunched over something. Virgil sat up, careful not to make any noise and disrupt the strange person in his room. He silently got out of bed and finally saw Roman sitting criss cross on the floor. There was a small box next to him filled with different types of string and yarn. Virgil walked over to his nightstand, scribbled something on a paper airplane he made the day before, and threw it swiftly at Roman. It landed in front of him perfectly, so he picked it up and read it.

“Hey Princey, whatcha doing?”

The figure turned around to see a curious Virgil looking back down at him.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?”

Virgil sat down next to Roman with his notebook. “No, you’re fine.”

There was a short silence between them before Roman spoke. “Aren’t you mad at me?”

“I mean, yeah, but I’m just curious on what you’re doing in my room.”

“Oh… I…” Roman looked down at what was lying in his lap. Virgil could see it too now.

“Is that my hoodie from last night?”

Though it looked very different, Virgil still liked the design. There was dark purple plaid stitched into wherever the fabric was torn. The stitches were thick and white, and they held together the sweatshirt perfectly.

“I-I shouldn’t have lashed out at you, Anxiety. You’re new, quiet, and didn’t deserve what I did to you. So… I wanted to at least try to make up for it. I know you like purple, so I fixed this up for you…”

Virgil was star struck. It was perfect; anything he could dream of in a hoodie. He put it on, eyes sparkling. Roman noticed this and gave a small chuckle.

“I knew you’d like it.” He said, standing up and reaching out a hand to Virgil. “Here, let’s start fresh: Greetings! I am Prince Roman, and I take place as Thomas’s creativity. I apologize for anything I have done to you.”

Virgil, hesitant at first, grabbed Roman’s hand and stood. He grabbed his notebook and stared down at it. After a moment of silence, he threw the notebook down on the floor.

“H-Hey,” Virgil spoke with a shaking voice, “I am Anxiety, and I’m Thomas’s… well… Anxiety. I forgive you, Roman.”

Before he could even look up to see Roman’s reaction to his voice, he was pulled into a tight hug. Slowly, he hugged him back, and within minutes, the two were sitting up against the side of Virgil’s bed, sound asleep.