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Knives

Virgil's P.O.V.
I look down at the small box in my hands, my eyes darting to the person in front of me warily. Deceit, for some unknown reason, gave me a gift. The thing is, he's always been horrible to me, worse than Princey's ever been, and now he's handing me something? He says it's to cheer me up since they didn't treat me nice in the video today, but I have a feeling that's not the real reason. I know for a fact he cheered at least a little when they tried to get rid of me.
Cautiously, I look back down, opening the box as slowly as possible. I try not to show my surprise when I see the multiple throwing knives inside, though one of them is clearly too large to be used as a normal throwing knife. I try to close the box again but a gloved hand darts into it, grabbing the largest knife. Instantly I'm on my feet, the box clutched in my hand.He chucks the knife with all his might as I dodge it, feeling the wind brush against my ear as it whirs past me. I sink down, appearing in my room with my heart pounding so loud it's a wonder that Thomas doesn't hear it, and we're not even on the same plane of existence right now!
As my heartrate finally slows I take out one of the smaller knives, turning it in my hand as I inspect it. I get a firm grip on it and focus on the wall, where the remnants of a pink paint splotch still stand out. Another lovely gift from Deceit, back before he knew how dangerous it was to come into my room. I throw the knife, staring for a moment as it only just misses it's mark. I take another one out and throw it too, but it lands much lower down the wall. Of course, it's a different size, I just didn't account for the extra weight.
I spend about an hour just practicing, only throwing harder as I hear the others pass, laughter ringing through the halls. I start with the smallest knife, factoring in it's weight and agility as I attempt to master it. When I feel I've gotten a pretty good idea of how to handle it, I move up the the next biggest one, until I make it all the way to the biggest one. There's no empty space, suggesting that Deceit just put the larger one in there so he could kill me, and leave no evidence in the gift.
Over a few weeks I get better and better, until I'm sure that if I were to have someone practice with me, I'd be able to get within half an inch of them on purpose, without hitting them. I think it's a quite useful skill, it's a great stress reliever, it helps me get any of my anger out, and I can even scare the others with it. Not by blatantly showing them of course, but just messing with their heads a little. Hey, if they're going to accuse me of doing it to Thomas the least I can do is actually do it to them, they'd blame me for it even if someone else did it so who cares.
Whenever I'm really angry I'll just take one of the knives with me. As soon as I'm sure no one is watching, I'll throw it at the wall. The knives are silent, so no one comes to see what the noise was. I made it so the second someone actually sees them they disappear, directly into the case. It's funny to watch their reactions though.
In fact, now is one of those moments. I threw one a few minutes ago and Princey is walking down the hallway, he's only seen them three times before, way less than the other two. I lean against the wall, putting on a dark look as he passes. It's not like he doesn't deserve it, he tried to run me through with his sword today so it's the least I can do to get him back. He walks straight past me, his face blank. As he gets to the knife he does a double-take, but it's already gone.
"What the hell?!" I don't bother looking up, even as Logic and Morality come by.
"What Princey?" I ask snarkily, looking at my nails as if there is nothing more interesting.
"I swear I just saw a knife in the wall!" He exclaims, not even being sarcastic back. That's a first. I scoff.
"Yeah, right." I say, brushing past him to go to my room. He glares after me, but he makes no move to stop me as I shut my door on him and the others.
This continues on for some time, and even after the others accept me I don't tell them who or what is making those knives appear in the wall. At least by now they're convinced they're not just seeing things. I make sure to be more careful though, with them coming into my room I have to hide the box instead of just leaving it out in the open. It's a little bothersome, but it's nothing I can't deal with. Plus, it's nice to actually have someone visit me instead of acting like I don't exist.
I sink down, Thomas wants us for a video. It's probably about how he listened to Roman and screw himself over by not going to support Joan at his reading. Why did he even listen to him in the first place? It was a bad idea! I even told him so, but now that it's over he decides it actually was a bad idea, but he won't admit I was right. It's gonna be a long video.
Okay, time to hide the fact that I'm completely freaking out. The only way to successfully do that though is to outsource some of it to Thomas. I internally sigh, knowing I shouldn't, but if it means I'm not showing Deceit just how badly he damaged me then it's at least slightly worth it. And it's not like anyone will know, if they actually could tell they wouldn't have put me through years of pain because they thought I was doing it.
Deceit just seems to feed off his fear, but I use my now calm state to summon Patton while it lasts. I guess this means he's going to be living with us now. Just great. I mean, at least Patton is friendly to him. But I'm not going to be that easy.
I sink down, quickly summoning one of my knives. My fist clenches around it, the handle pressing painfully against my skin. In an instant I throw it at the wall with all my might, so hard the handle leaves a dent. I clear my expression, watching the others appear beside me. I barely keep myself from flinching as Deceit appears with them, a cruel smile on his face.
"Well that was fun." He says simply, making his way to the kitchen. The others stare at him, but Patton just follows him happily, probably planning to make himself some food as well. I step forwards.
"Patton, did Deceit do anything to you while he was in your place?" I ask carefully, concern lacing my voice. Patton turns around, surprise clear in his eyes.
"Oh no, he didn't do anything! I didn't even know who he was until Thomas said something." Patton says calmly, before worry strikes him slightly "Why do you ask?" I shrug.
"He's not necessarily the, ..nicest, person." I say, wincing slightly. Roman and Logan look to me strangely, but their attention is quickly drawn away as Deceit calls out.
"Hey, was that one of my knives in the wall?" He asks, his tone cold and his eyes glaring. I do my best to keep my expression blank.
"Wait, so it's you that's been throwing knives in our wall this entire time?" Deceit's eyes flash dangerously, but he shakes his head.
"No, I haven't been here that long. But did you say throwing?" His eyes slide over to me, and I can practically feel the hate wash over me. Everyone follows his eyes.
"Virgil? Why would you throw knives at our wall? And why would you have Deceit's knives?" My gaze hardens, my fists clenching at my sides. Everyone, except Deceit, takes a cautious step back.
"He gave the throwing knives to me as a little, ..gift."  I say, a curt and sarcastic smile forming on my face. Deceit shakes his head, pointing at me abruptly.
"He's lying!" He exclaims, and I laugh. A cold and bitter, humorless laugh that rings through the room like ice.
"And it came with a nice extra piece. Attempted murder." I say, the smile disappearing. He shakes his head again and in an instant I summon the smallest knife, clutching it in my hand in a way that no one else can see it. I see a small spider scuttling across the room, and just as Deceit opens his mouth I throw the knife, satisfied with the small thud of it pinning the spider down. It doesn't even kill the thing, just trap it in place.
"You're insane!" Deceit shouts, jumping back in pretend fear. I shake my head in a disappointed matter, putting a hand to my forehead and pulling out a memory the same way Patton once showed me.
"Am I, now?" We all fall into the memory, the dark mindscape surrounding us as we watch me take the box from Deceit, who says his pathetic reasons like poisoned honey, a smile on his face. I watch myself open the box, and the past Deceit grabs the knife, throwing it at me. The others gasp as I dodge, sinking down and beginning to practice.
The memory ends and Deceit backs up, actual fear in his eyes this time. The others surround him, and he sinks out quickly, waving panickedly. They look to me, furious.
"With your permission, may we please kill him?" Roman asks, his fists clenched. I shake my head, smiling widely.
"No, there are better ways to get revenge. Plus, it's kinda nice to have a few extra knives."

Okay, I might need to find a better solution at ending them, but at least things are getting published! And this way leaves them open for a part 2.