Manipulation (A Sanders Sides Story)

Chapter Sixteen

"Hello Virgil."

Hiss.

"Aww, is someone being a little I'll tempered?"

"Fuck off."

Damion stalked closer, pulling Virgil close. "Now, now.. there's no need for those harsh words~"

"I said what I said. You can go fuck yourself in the ass, bitch."

Damion gripped onto Virgil's arm, silently removing his glove. It revealed razor sharp claws that Virgil was all too familiar with.

Virgil went pale, beginning to tremble under Damion's gaze.

Without a word, Damion rolled up Virgil's sleeve, tracing onto Virgil's arm, just enough to draw blood.

Virgil whimpered in pain, trying to pull away, but he still couldn't move.

"You're only making things worse for you, Virgil. I suggest you keep your mouth shut if nothing good is going to come out of it."

He pulled his hand away from Virgil's arm, putting the glove back on.

Virgil shakily nodded, avoiding eye contact.

Then Damion pulled Virgil to a black door, and opened it. A slight cold breeze hit Virgil in the face. He couldn't see in the room. It was pitch black.

He shoved Virgil inside and closed the door back. He then locked it.

There was a moment of shocked silence as Virgil stared into the darkness that was that room.

"The hell..the hell is this.." he asked himself, using the floor to push himself up on his feet.

He couldn't even see his hand, it was so dark. For a moment he thought he went blind.

But when he saw a grey shadow on the wall he realized he could still see. He moved his arm, assuming it was just his own shadow. It didn't move with him.

What was odd was, he couldn't see anything in the room. But he could see that shadow. In fact, it was the only thing he could see.

"Do you know why you're here?" A voice asked.

Virgil assumed it was the shadow, though he couldn't see a mouth on it. This voice sounded like it was just whispering in his ear. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his panic down.

"Why..?"

"You've been very bad. You need to be obedient in order to be good."

A chill ran down Virgil spine as more shadows appeared. In a blink of an eye, they all had eyes. Blank eyes that seemed to stare into Virgil's very soul.

"What..wh-hat do you want?!" Virgil asked, cursing himself for stuttering.

The shadows peeled off of the walls and ceiling, creating disturbing looking dark figures. Some had sharp fangs, while others had long claws. Some even had blood dripping from their eye sockets.

One grabbed onto Virgil's shoulders, to keep him still. Two grabbed his arms, and the rest tried to grab onto him to hold him down.

Anxiety felt his chest tighten as he tried to the fight a panic attack from surfacing. He fought with all he had but he couldn't escape the iron grip the creatures had.

"You must reunite with him. Don't resist."

"Let- let me go!! Get- ge-et off!!

But the harder he pulled and struggled, the weaker he seemed to get against them. He eventually just sat there, limp in their grasp.

The door creaked open, and someone walked inside. The figure closed the door behind them, and Virgil heard it lock.

Virgil held his breath, fear instantly fearing him. "Wh-ho.."

Then a familiar face came in his view. "Miss me?"

Virgil's eyes widened, and he paled instantly. "I-Illy?? Why.. wh-hat??-"

Paranoia was standing right in front of him, smirking. "Damion said he needed a little help keeping you in check. So maybe a few hallucinations will keep you in line."

And as if all at once, every terrifying hallucination known to man was thrown at Virgil. He saw his friends burning to ash, Roman and Janus being stabbed to death, himself being tortured to violent levels. He even started to feel physical pain from some.

It was very overwhelming, he curled in on himself, trembling harshly. Tears sprung in his eyes as he screamed out for help.

"Virgil," Paranoia started, "no one is coming to your rescue."