I'm Not Sure How To Help!

Late Night Thoughts.

(This is thoughts)

(Virgil/Anxiety's P.O.V)

I've never been the 'good guy' so to speak. I'm a negative  emotion. I can't do sh-- The next thing I know Sir Sing A Lots is pounding on my door. I groan just a bit and swing my legs off the side, not really wanting to get up and open the door. Then again I don't want anyone seeing my void I call a room. I walk over to the door, breathing in softly I open the door "yeah...?" I keep my gaze to the ground, looking at Princey's..? No, those aren't his shoes. I slowly move my gaze upward and soon realize it's..Logan. I exhale, finally, and glance at his face. His glasses are a bit sideways and his hairs a mes. "Logan-" I cover my nose once the stench of alcohol hits it. 'Logan, drinking!?' I feel my heart speed up. "Viiiirgy!" His voice was slurred. "Logan, where's Patton, or hell even Roman??" My voice was a bit shaky.. I knew Logan was a bit of a drinker, funny if you ask me. Logic killing off brain cells. Logan huffed at my question "why-why do i care?? It's not like--" before he could finish his sentence, he passed out. I caught him even though the smell of booze makes me wanna puke. I pick up the now unconscious side and carry him to his room, though when I arrive there, there's a pass code lock on his door. 'Great. Just fucking great' I groan and begin to carry Logan to Patton's room. Patton's door was cringe worthy. It had old poems, stories, even pictures of Thomas's past. I huff a bit and knock on the door. Patton opens it "hey ki-- is that Logan?? Is he okay??" Patton's face turned from happy to worried. "He's fine.. I think. He's just really fuc--" "language!" Patton interrupted. "Yeah, yeah. Well can you take him off my hands..literally" with that Patton nodded and took Logan, closing his door. I begin to walk to my room until i hear a voice, not just any voice..no..it's Princey's. 'Fuck!' I think right before hiding under the stairs. You may be saying 'why did he hide?' or 'what's so bad about Roman?' Well! I'll tell you! Roman does nothing but S I N G. Yes, I know he's the singer blah blah blah, BUT! He hasn't stopped singing for d a y s. He sings in the shower, car, living room, EVEN IN HIS FUCKING SLEEP. Before I could continue my rant, I hear soft foot steps then a small sigh. "Purple smoke and candy skulls. Colors bleeding through the walls. Twistin' Twirlin' as they fall. I turn my head like someone called.." I instantly perk up, hearing Princey sing 'Acid' by Ghost Town. I softly hum along, not realizing i was slowly getting louder till Roman opened the door.. I screeched. Roman laughed at me a bit "hey black plague. No need to scream?" It sounded more of a question, i shrugged it off though. "Yeah, yeah. What do you want Mr. I'm gayer than a rainbow at a gay pride parade." I honestly couldn't even think of a good insult. Roman laughed but it was cut short when we heard a scream from Patton's room..

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Holy shit. 555 words just in that one chapter thing. Anygay, thank you sooooo much for reading this. I know it isn't the best but I'm trying. ^^ If you like it or have suggestions leave a comment if you want! Any who. I'm off! See y'all later Guys, Gals, and Non-binary Pals! (yes, i did just sign off like Thomas)