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The beatings

TW: The title is pretty self explanatory, mentions of past violence, descriptions of violence, mentions of blood, let me know if I missed anything.
Feel free to comment and point out any mistake, 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.
As you probably know, I didn't like social interaction that much, so I escaped back to my room. I was met with a sickeningly familiar trio, Panic, Pain, and Depression.
Okay, so, before I continue, I should probably explain. When I first formed, I found 3 traits at the control panel. We can push certain buttons there to make Thomas react certain ways, or to go give him a dose of ourselves (for me, a dose of anxiety, etc.) but we can't control his every action. Except, these three can. They were giving Thomas a panic attack, controlling his every move. The had him go to the kitchen, and grab a knife. I decided to step in.
"Hey! You guys! Stop it!" They all turned to look at me, the controls momentarily forgotten. Mission accomplished I guess.
"Oh, you think we're gonna listen to you?" The one with green hair asked. You see, they all look exactly the same, even clothes-wise, but they had different color hair. I know now that the one with red hair is Pain, the one with green is Panic, and the one with black hair is Depression. I didn't back down though.
"Why wouldn't you? If you don't, there will be severe consequences." I said with false bravery.
"Nah. We're just gonna beat you all up." The red haired one said.
I had to come up with a plan. Even if the others hated me, it was still my job to protect them, and, even if I could take their beatings, I knew for sure they couldn't.
"Why beat up the other sides? They're the weakest. If you want to hurt Thomas then you should just beat me up. I'm the leader. You wanna really hurt Thomas? Destroy me." I said , thinking fast.
"Oh? And why would you wanna help us to hurt Thomas huh?" The black haired one asked.
"Because. I hurt Thomas anyways. It's my job. I'm the bad part of him, the one meant to make him miserable. It's my job to make him get hurt, to destroy him. I'm on your side I guess." I said , hoping that it convinced them.
"Deal. But tell anyone and they all get beat worse than you, got it?" The green haired one asked .
"Deal."
And that's the story of how I ended up with three other guys living in my room, beating me very day. They made me, and in turn Thomas, have panic attacks. On purpose. Just for the fun of it. It was easier to take before the others cared about me. I could just think I deserved it. But now, I have to be extra careful to make sure they don't find out. They actually care about me now, and would notice if I started limping suddenly or something. And I still remember our deal. I can't break it now, not when they're getting stronger by the day.
I heard a knock on my door, right as Panic raised his hand.
"It's me kiddo! I have something I wanna show you! and there is no getting out of it, no matter the excuse!"
I looked at the three. They understood and left, but by the glares they gave me, I knew this wasn't over. We simply pressed pause for now.
"Coming!" I call out, much to Patton's delight. (Quick authors note. As I was writing this, my mom made a joke,  and I had just taken a sip of my drink. So, instead of it coming out my nose like a normal person, I ended up slowly drooling it out, as well as some stomach acid. That stuff stinks, and it hurts too)
When I got to the common room, Logan and Roman were already there, and Patton was holding some, ... VHS tapes? Why was he holding those?
" I found some tapes! Apparently we have security cameras, so I thought it would be nice taking a trip down memory lane! " He exclaimed. I examined them more closely, and found one read a date I dreaded. The day I had met the trio. And it had a picture of the common room. Oh sh*t.
"Virgil seems to be looking closely at that one" Logan said, pointing to the one I was just looking at. "Perhaps we should watch thuggish first?" Well that just great. No getting out of this one.
He put the tape in.
"Hey, isn't this on the day Virgil gave Thomas a panic attack right after forming?" Roman asked.
"Actually, it wasn't me." I said through gritted teeth.
"Then who was it?" Roman shot back snarkily.
" Watch. " I said, and sat down, mostly covering my eyes. Patton looked at me strangely.
"You okay?" He asked .
"I just don't like that day. I remember it all too well" I whisper , so no one else can hear me. He looks like he's going to respond, but Roman says "who are they?" while pointing at the screen.
"Panic is the one with green hair. Pain is the one with Red, and the one with black hair is Depression." I mumble . They all look at me surprised, then turned back of the screen.
They were giving Thomas a panic attack, controlling his every move. The had him to to the kitchen, and grab a knife. I decided to step in.
"Hey! You guys! Stop it!" They all turned to look at me , the controls momentarily forgotten. Now my three friends turned to look at me.
"Watch." I simply said .
"Oh, you think we're gonna listen to you?" The one with green hair asked.
"Why wouldn't you? If you don't, there will be severe consequences." They watched me say with false bravery.
"Nah. We're just gonna beat you all up." The red haired one said..
"Why beat up the other sides? They're the weakest. If you want to hurt Thomas then you should just beat me up. I'm the leader. You wanna really hurt Thomas? Destroy me."
"We were so mean the to you that day. And after all that you did this?" Roman asked, surprised. I don't respond.
"Oh? And why would you wanna help us to hurt Thomas huh?" The black haired one asked.
"Because. I hurt Thomas anyways. It's my job. I'm the bad part of him, the one meant to make him miserable. It's my job to make him get hurt, to destroy him. I'm on your side I guess."
"You don't actually believe that do you?" Patton said , looking like he was on the verge of tears.
"Not anymore." I mumbled.
"Deal. But tell anyone and they all get beat worse than you, got it?" The green haired one asked .
"Deal."
"And that's the story of how I ended up with three other guys living in my room, beating me very day. They made me, and in turn Thomas, have panic attacks. On purpose. Just for the fun of it. They were actually about to hit me when you called." I admitted nonchalantly .
"Why didn't you tell us?!" Patton exclaimed, now fully crying. I simply grabbed the remote and rewound it.
"Deal. But tell anyone and they all get beat worse than you, got it?" The green haired one asked .
"That's why. But I knew there was no way to stop you from watching that tape, so I just let it happen." I said .
"Did you miss me?" Oh no . I know that voice. A voice that makes me, ironically, Panic. I guess he does his job well.
"Back off. "I said. I'd never fought back before, but my adrenaline was pumping, and I was fight or flight. And I was done running.
"Or what?" Pain asked . "You gonna cry to your mommy?"
" I said back off. " I literally growled the last two words.
"Make me." He said. So I did.
After that, all I remember is a haze. By the time my adrenaline rush had worn off, all three were lying on the ground unconscious, lying in a pool of their own blood. Everyone else has just stood there and watched.
"Virge, that was awesome!" Roman finally said , breaking the silence.
"Fight or flight, am I right?" I said, repeating the line I said after doing the second option in the Accepting Anxiety video.
And I promptly passed out.