Angsty Virgil-centric Oneshots (requests open) | Thomas Sanders

The Basement (Part 1)

"You're hurting me." 

"Oh. Sorry," Some fabric rustled and warm breath circled the air, "Better?"

"Yeah I guess. Thanks."

"No problem," Roman sighed.

The closet wasn't the most ideal place for two people, but given the circumstances, it would have to do. 

"Do you see him?" Virgil whispered in the darkness as Roman peered through the crack in the doorway.

"No the coast seems cl-" Suddenly the closet door swung open and Roman fell out of the cramped area.

"AHA! Found you!" Patton stood triumphantly in the doorway, pointing at the two sides. 

"Damn it we were so close." Virgil grunted, looking at the timer on the counter which showed they only had 30 seconds left before they would've presumably won their game of hide-and-seek. 

"Nice job, Pat." Logan praised from behind Patton as he pushed his glasses up. 

"Well, this is about the most obvious hiding spot there is so it wasn't that hard." Patton helped Roman up from his place on the floor.

"Oh yeah? Then why didn't you find us sooner?" Roman remarked. Patton put his hand on his chest to feign offense.

"Well, I just wanted to make you feel like you were winning! Obviously it worked and you let your guard down!"

"Why you--" Roman almost launched at Patton, but Logan stopped him by holding up his hand.

"Roman. It's just a game. I implore you to.." he looked at his vocab cards, "..take a figurative chill pill."

Virgil rolled his eyes and crawled out from the dark corner, "Well. It's been fun. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some poetry to write." 

"Wait, Virgil, what's that on your neck?" Logan pointed to the black marks he saw on the back of Virgil's neck. Virgil swung around, clutching the back of his neck and looking sheepishly back at Logan.

"It's nothing. Probably just some left over makeup or something." 

Logan stared at him for a second, but ultimately decided to drop it, "Okay.."

Virgil turned around and made his way back to his room, thankful for the break.

******

As soon as Virgil entered his room, he locked the door behind him and rushed to the bathroom. He took off his shirt and looked in the mirror at the various scratches and black marks that adorned his chest and back. 

Fuck. They were spreading.

For the last two weeks, Virgil would wake up to new marks on his body and honestly he didn't know where the hell they came from. All he knew was that he kept having nightmares about a certain....someone..pulling and grasping at him. He knew it was a sign from the place from within Thomas' mind that he used to reside; the basement. They were calling out to him and pleading he come back. 

He never listened. He HATED that place. But honestly this was getting to be too much. Maybe there was something important they were trying to tell him. Relenting to the dark place's wishes, he decided that should they persist for another week, he would go to the basement and at at least give them the chance to say whatever it was that they were trying to tell him. 

He hoped it wasn't about Thomas, but honestly he knew better than that.

******

A week came and went and still the nightmares persisted. Virgil was getting fed up with the lack of sleep he has gotten, but he still hadn't gone to the basement because honestly he was anxious (big surprise there). He wished he could just...go. Just DO something for once. 

Virgil shook his head as he moved through the living room, past Patton, and into the Kitchen. 

"Hey Kiddo." 

Virgil grunted back and reached into the cupboard for the cheese-its he knew were there. He heard a gasp from behind him and quickly turned to face the source of the sudden noise. 

"What?" He asked as he stuffed cheese-its into his mouth.

"Virg. Pull up your shirt for me, would you?" Patton looked worried and suddenly Virgil knew exactly what the Moral trait was looking for. 

Virgil set down the box of crackers with a sigh, "Pat. It's nothing. Really."

Patton looked at him with his adorable puppy eyes, "Please?"

With a roll of his eyes, Virgil relented, "Fine. But its really not that big of a deal." He pulled his shirt up slowly to reveal the intensified black marks and scratches. He could admit to himself that they looked pretty bad, especially to an onlooker. 

Patton stared for a second before turning his head and yelling over his shoulder, "Logan! Get in here please!"

"Oh for the love of-" Virgil cursed before Logan emerged from his room, book in hand. 

"What do you need, Pat?" 

"Would you take a look at Virgils stomach for me please? My poor baby has some bad looking marks."

Logan made eye contact with Virgil, who shrugged in order to look more nonchalant than he felt.

"Uh....sure. Let me examine the situation, Virgil."

Sighing, Virgil once again lifted his shirt. Logan looked the marks over and hummed after a minute, "These look like the ones I saw on your neck the other day. Virgil, have you any idea as to why you have these marks?"

Virgil let his shirt drop and stuck his hands in his hoodie pocket, "No. They just showed up....after the nightmares they kept getting worse." He shrunk in on himself, not liking being the center of attention.

"Nightmares? Is there something else you're not telling us?"

Virgil pulled his hood up and hid his face from the others, "It's really nothing guys I don't see why you're making such a big deal out of it."

"Well, Kiddo-" 

"The prince has returned! Thomas did well in the play, as expected, all thanks to yours truly." Roman posed dramatically after appearing before them in the living room.

One beat later, he opened of his eyes to check if anyone was looking at him. 
"Seriously, Guys? Not even an acknowledgement?" 

"Sorry Kiddo, but we're kind of dealing with something. Virgil here--"

"Is going to his room. Yeah I'm out. Its fine. I'm fine. Let's just drop it, okay?" Virgil pushed past the others and disappeared down the hallway to his room.

"Jeez whats his problem?" Roman pouted from the living room.

******

Virgil made it to his room before collapsing on his bed. Ugh. Why did he have to worry the others all the time? He sighed and laid back. Maybe he should just suck it up and just go to the basement already. 

After an hour of listening to his music through the speakers in his room, he decided that he would visit the basement tonight. Just to get these nightmares to stop. So he could stop worrying the others already.

Virgil ran a hand over his tired face and breathed slowly to combat his rising his heart rate. God damn he really didn't want to go back there. 

((A/N: Requests are open so comment some things you'd like to see me write. Part 2 is coming soon.))