You're....real?

How did this happen? What was going on? It was supposed to be a day like any other, but it seemed the universe had other plans. So, here Thomas stood trying to wrap his head around what was playing out in front of him. He was panicking, he ran through every possible explanation, but nothing he came up with was a satisfying  answer. He looked at the six unconscious bodies laying on his living room floor. He couldn't help but think to himself, WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING???? It seemed Thomas' time was up on figuring out the situation, as one that looked like an emo teenager began to stir. He should call the cops right? That's what he needs to do, but he couldn't bring himself to move from where he stood. He couldn't even get through his thoughts as before he could, the emo one began to stand. He looked delirious, almost unable to stand as he held a hand to his forehead. For what felt like hours though only seconds, time ticked by as overwhelming silence filled the room. The silence was so loud it consumed any noise able to be heard outside. After what felt as though years it was broken. The emo began to speak in a groggy voice.

"Ugh, Thomas what the hell is--?"

He looked around at the sleeping group below his feet and began to panic.

"WHO THE HELL ARE THEY??? Thomas what the hell is going on, because I'm going to have to have you explain like right now!"

Thomas didn't know how to respond. What was he supposed to tell the random strangers in his house how they broke in? He gathered his last wits in order to form a response, and what that meant was panicked yelling.  

"WHAT?? YOUR THE ONES WHO BROKE INTO MY HOUSE!! I NEED YOU TO EXPLAIN! O-OTHER WISE I'LL HAVE THE POLICE INVOLVED! WHO ARE YOU GUYS?"

Thomas was reeling, but he honestly didn't know what to do! Had they been here all night? Did they plan on harming him? Why were they passed out in his living room floor? Why was one of them interrogating him? All of these questions crossed his mind multiple times. Although it seemed like the stranger was just as confused, and honestly, just as anxious as him. When Thomas looked into his eyes, it was like he saw a reflection of himself, it was as though a piece of him had been cut out. Thomas was snapped out of thought by the stranger's hesitant response.

"Thomas....what? What do you mean? I-I'm anxiety. Your anxiety...Virgil. W-whats going on?"

Had Thomas heard him right? Virgil? He was...Virgil? No, no way. He wasn't Virgil, Virgil was um, well Virgil for one didn't look like that. He looked like Thomas! And even if he was really Virgil did that make the ones still on the carpet the other sides of himself. However many questions it added, it also did make a little bit of sense. For one, none of the sides had woken him up this morning. It made sense why the stranger....or maybe Virgil reminded so much of himself, and how they got into the place even though Thomas had triple checked the locks, oh and they hadn't made any noise. Plus they were the exact number of sides that Thomas had, but then? How? How had this happened? 

"....Thomas? Are you going to respond? I'm kinda out of the loop right now."

Thomas broke out of his thoughts.

"Oh, oh yeah. Um Virgil I think something has happened to the sides; I mean I don't really know how to explain, but you and the others are kinda.....different? I guess you could say I just didn't recognize you at first."

Every time that Virgil had a question answered it seemed like new ones grew in its place. 

"...different? Didn't recognize me? What does that even mean? It isn't as though--"

As he spoke he was interrupted by the others stirring awake. They didn't seem to understand what was going on, as a matter of fact, they all looked like they had just woken up from the worst hangover of their lives. Well most of them anyway, the one that looked like a fresh out of jail uncle looked almost unnervingly okay. As they rose one by one they each shared looks of confusion. Who the hell were these people. The one who looked like a Disney prince began to speak.

"Uh what's going on here? I don't remember being kidnapped by three handsome men, and two death eaters. Thomas what's going on? Who are these ruffians?"

"Oh....oh! Right! I should probably explain. So guys, it would seem you've all...I guess changed. Oh gosh okay, um I need a mirror. Um okay to the bathroom!"

Thomas motioned towards the bathroom. However no one made their way in that direction, instead they simply stared confused, into Thomas' eyes. That is until, who Thomas could only assume was Patton, spoke up.

"Um kiddo, could you care to explain what exactly you meant by "changed" by any chance?"

"Oh of course! Sorry it's just a little hard for me to put into words right now. It's just, you all kind of look different then before. Having you look into the mirror is the best way I could really think to properly, uh explain I suppose?" 

Everyone looked at each other. They seem to have finally had it click that these people weren't strangers, no, they were the sides. The tension in the air could have been cut by a knife. They all looked so different! They didn't look like Thomas in the slightest, each of them had their own face, a new body if you will. They couldn't stop staring at each other, even as Thomas ushered them into the bathroom. They just found it hard to take in such a change in each others appearance. However when they finally saw themselves, it was so much different then looking at each other. It felt like a fever dream, or one of Princy's bizarre daydreams, however they couldn't take their gaze off of the mirror in front of them. Even if the bathroom was insanely crowded with all of them in there at once, it didn't take away from what they were feeling in that moment. They felt independent, free, unchained to anything as they looked upon their faces, not even Logan could logic his way out of this one. They seemed to have somehow stopped being a part of Thomas. They were real.

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I apologize for any mistakes, it's 7:00 am and I still have yet to get a wink of sleep. Anyway I hope you enjoyed I plan on updating this soon (hopefully) so there's that. Also thanks Ersamoon on YouTube for helping to write this chapter. (I don't know why I'm acting like people will read this sh*t -_-)