(ahhh I'm sorry this took so long I've really been struggling at like every aspect of my life :') )
Virgil's POV
It's only been 15 hours since they've found out and I'm already so sick of this I haven't been left alone for one second, it's like everyone is annoying in their own way, Patton has been cooking for hours and has forced me to at least taste everything (I've already thrown up twice) Logan has been quoting mental health signs, Roman's been sitting on the couch just...staring, Remus has offered to clean up the blood which seems to be taking a while, and, Janus is just hugging me and won't let go.
"Why did I ever want to be friends with you people..."
"Oh well, that's not very nice kiddo!"
I jumped from my nearly sleeping position and looked towards the father figure apparently I had said that aloud shit.
"S-sorry I know you guys are trying to h-help but I'm f-fine really-"
"-no you're not"
I turned to stare at the princely figure who hadn't spoken since seeing the bloody massacre that had been my bathroom, everyone had seen it and they all had had a certain reaction but Romans seemed by far the worst, he was still so pale and had refused everything that had been offered to him. He gulped and seemed to steady himself.
"w-what we saw Virgil that was not fine, in no definition was that fine in no world are you fine right now h-how can you call yourself fine!?"
His voice seemed to rise in volume with every word until he was practically yelling and I had turned back into my purple ball of fear. It was at this moment in which Remus decided to enter and immediately kneel next to me.
"oh jeez, this is gonna take a while..."
(will Virgil ever get better? will Roman recover from his shock? will Patton ever stop baking? follow and add this story to your reading list to find out!)
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Prinxiety acceptance
FanfictionVirgil is alone. that's fine. He can hear them whispering about him, but it's fine. He's past wanting more than he has, he's resigned himself to this. His...life. He pretends he doesn't exist, just like they do. Or he tries to. It's not his fault th...
