(ON HOLD) On a Purgatory High / Sanders Sides / Polysanders

Chapter 12 - Logans Lowest...

TW: Toxic relationship, abuse, mentions being hit, being insulted, arguing, fire (in fireplace), assuming pronouns, social anxiety, blackmail, mentions needles (for sewing), isolating someone, calling someone expendable, using the term sociopathic as an insult, mentions losing someone.

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Virgil shook his head, his hand seemingly frozen on the doorknob. Above the door was a cute little embroidered sign, reading "textiles." What's behind this door could change his life... New friends, a new hobby... Maybe even a ticket to reincarnation, if he ever wanted that.

That was all behind this door.

Was he really about to do this?

Could he do it?

But then the door handle was turning and Virgil was leaping out of the way as it swung open.

"Yeah, right. As if they- Virgil?" Virgil stood there in shock as his eyes laid upon the familiar boy, who looked embarrassed but also wildly confused.

"Janus? What are you doing here?"

"Uh, excuse me? What are /you/ doing here?" The scaled vampire laughed, clearly attracting the attention of the club members, who took a break from sewing, crocheting or knitting. There weren't many - only about four if you didn't count Janus or the animals running around the room. Even Sproist had sat up from his spot on the burning log in the fireplace upon Virgil's arrival.

"I... I wanted to ask about joining... Are you in the knitting club, Janus?"

"Textiles!" He hissed defensively, but sighed after a few moments and opened the door. "But... Yes, I am in the /textiles/ club. Uhh, come on in." He urged Virgil inside and the moment Janus waved his hand Sproist flew onto his finger. Aww.

Virgil snickered and walked in, immediately being enveloped by a warm fresh bread smell, combined with the sound of a crackling fire. The walls were a light beige - with the exception of a full wall of white panelling where the fireplace was. The fire was burning with an almost pastel yellow colour, just like the scented candles surrounding it. Explains the bread smell.

"Feel free to take off your shoes. We didn't get carpet for nothing." Someone snickered, nestled under a quilt with a much taller person, who didn't seem to be nearly as interested in Virgil as they were. The first thing Virgil noticed about them was their puffy hair, almost a light green cloud. Though, really the green was more like a highlight, since they still had very clear brown strands in their hair. Wow, Virgil couldn't imagine the upkeep. He hoped for their sake that they were born like that.

"Soggy, you do realise that we're not /supposed/ to have our feet out, right?" The girl next to them muttered, focusing back on her needle-felting portrait. Were they a girl? Virgil figured he should ask soon.

Wait, who the fuck names their child /Soggy?/ Did they call themselves that? /Why?/

"Ignore Nie, they just don't want people getting turned on by their feet." They. Ok. Maybe they used multiple pronouns, but Virgil would stick with 'they' until he could ask.

"You little shit-"

"Children! Perhaps we should... Oh, I don't know... Focus on the new guy? What's your name, babe?" A guy in sunglasses hummed, absentmindedly poking a sleeping Sproist with a stick. He hissed and growled with each poke, but still somehow stayed asleep.

"Uh... Virgil. I'm new..." He muttered, kneading his hands in his pockets

'Soggy' squealed, jumping up and squishing Virgil's cheeks. "Oh, you are just the cutest little thing! Yanus, we can keep him, right?" Janus scoffed at the name, ignoring Virgil's pleading gaze. Why did they call him a 'little thing?' they weren't even five feet! Probably like 4'9, at most! /They/ were the little thing!