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Loop (Oneshot #5)

I should probably note that this story idea wasn't originally mine, but this is my twist on it. Check out the original story Over and over, Again and Again by @Wallflower_Fantasy
Feel free to comment and point out any mistakes, I appreciate it because otherwise I would end up just leaving it and no one would understand the story or what I meant.
Virgil's P.O.V.
We were all in the living room, brainstorming ideas for the next video. I kinda zoned out at one point, I just had so much on my mind. What, with Roman saying we should go on tour again, Thomas having just finished editing the Playing Horror Games epsiode (Sorry I forgot the title) and soon to be working on the newest shorts video, plus all my other usual anxieties about everything. So excuse me if I got lost in though for a moment.
"Virgil, are you even listening?" Roman asked, clearly annoyed.
"Sorry, I kinda zoned out. " I said, making sure it sounded sincere. I didn't want him to think was being my usual sarcastic self, and not listening just to be annoying.
"You know, I work very hard on these ideas, I would appreciate it if you at least pretend to listen."
"I-"
"And you know? I don't need you in here, shooting down every idea I have. Can't you at least see some positives?!"
"Its my job. It's what I do. I'm supposed to point out what could go wrong. " I said, now angry that he won't even let me speak of explain myself.
"No, your job is to keep Thomas safe, your job is to make sure he didn't do anything stupid or dangerous! Shooting down every idea I come up with, always being negative and never supporting anything, that is not you job."
"Well you're a jerk. I never asked to be the bad guy. I just tried to protect Thomas and what did you do? You tried to get rid of me! You tried to destroy me! " I quickly covered my mouth. Those words slipped out of their own accord. I wish I could take them back, I was just angry, by he just continues on with the argument.
"Well maybe I had a right to! You're always bringing us down, and always making Thomas feel bad! You never helped, you're just a disease! A disorder!" Now he joins in my pose, with his hands over his mouth . Only then do I realize that the others had been shouting for us to stop, but now they fell silent. Eerily silent. I sank back to my room without another word, and let the panic attack consume me. I just wish there was a way to redo today, to change the argument.
~The next day~
I woke up at 4 a.m., on the dot, just like yesterday. Nothing too unusual. No one should be up at this time, other than me. Although, I did find Roman asleep at the kitchen table yesterday, but there no way he'd manage to do that again. Right? Wrong. 'Cause there he is, sprawled out across the kitchen table with tons of papers, listing ideas, sound asleep.
He shuffle in his sleep. I freeze. He shoots up and I flinch back, startled.
"Oh, sorry Virge. I didn't mean to startle you."
Why is he acting nice to me? And how did this happen two nights in a row? And aren't those the exact words he said yesterday?
"You okay? It's seems like I fell asleep when brainstorming ideas."
Once again. The exact. Same. Words.
"What are you waiting for? You don't have to keep up this act." I told him, confused.
"What do you mean? Waiting for to do what?" He's confused too apparently.
"Blow up at me. Scream. Something. Anything."
"Why would I? What's up with you?" For some reason I really feel like he doesn't know what I'm talking about.
"Nevermind." I mutter, heading and to my room. I scroll on Tumblr again, just like yesterday, until I feel Thomas summon me. 5 O'clock, right on time. What is happening?
"I wanted you guys all here so we can brainstorm ideas! And so if we do end up going on tour like Roman suggested, we know what we will do."
Now he's saying the same words as yesterday. I don't say anything, only the occasional answer when they require it. I zone out again, until 5 specific words get me out of my state, and send me into a panic.
"Virgil, are you even listening?"
Something comes over me. I can't describe it, but I end up saying "Sorry, I kinda zoned out. "
"You know, I work very hard on these ideas, I would appreciate it if you at least pretend to listen."
"I-" I try cutting in again.
"And you know? I don't need you in here, shooting down every idea I have. Can't you at least see some positives?!"
I find myself saying again "Its my job. It's what I do. I'm supposed to point out what could go wrong."
Nononono, this can't be happening, not again!
"No, your job is to keep Thomas safe, your job is to make sure he didn't do anything stupid or dangerous! Shooting down every idea I come up with, always being negative and never supporting anything, that is not you job."
"Well you're a jerk. I never asked to be the bad guy. I just tried to protect Thomas and whatever you do? You tried to get rid of me! You tried to destroy me! " I quickly covered my mouth. Those words slipped out of their own accord. I don't want to do this again! Why?!
"Well maybe I had a right to! You're always bringing us down, and always making Thomas feel bad! You never helped, you're just a disease! A disorder!"
Nope. I'm outta here.