Black to Purple, Purple to Magenta | A Prinxiety Sanders Sides Fanfiction

🖤Chapter 5: Breakfast

TW: s/lf-h/rm implied mention (c/tting), self-deprecating thoughts

🖤Chapter 5: Breakfast-
Anxiety and Morality come down to breakfast to join Logic and Creativity.

Virgil/Anxiety's POV:

Patton grabbed my arm, forcing me down the steps. One step at a time.

The scent of pancakes hit me like my depressive thoughts did. (Such a mood)

"Good morning, Anxiety," Logan greeted, eating his food as he continued to read. I waved, even if he wasn't even looking.

I looked over at Roman, seeing a scowl on his face.

He doesn't want you here.

I̘͇͈̗̪̩̤̻̤͓͎̥̦͉ͦ̽ͥ͋ͤ̐̒͂͋ͪͭͫͮͦͪͅ ̗̲̤̪̲͗ͣ̃̓͂͊͘͠͡ͅk͈̯̥̣̱̜̫͖͆̽̑ͣ̃͗̐̚n͋̋̔̽̋ͪ̉̕͝o͂͏҉͞w̶͎͈̰̹͍̼̯͍̫̞͔͗̅͐͒̈́̽͆̉̃͑́̚͠

I carefully sat down in my seat, which was next to Roman... great.

Patton got a new plate, "How many pancakes, Anxiety? Or should I say Patton-Cakes?"

"One's enough," I mumbled, but he seemed to have heard me. He frowned a bit, causing me to go into action.

"It'snotlikeIdon'tlikeyourpancakesoranything, I'mjustnotinthemoodtoeatanythingrightnowand-"

I didn't notice Patton had come up to me until he placed my plate down, causing me to shut up at the sound.

"Sorry..."

"Kiddo, it's fine, just eat," Patton smiled, giving me a fork and a knife.

The knife-

S̵̩͈͓̮̫͓̖͖̎̽̅͌ͣ̆̓͋̈́ͅt̥͋o̥̝̯͕͍̗͍̱̺̙̹̠̼̽͂̑͗͊̒ͪ̒͛̄̓ͬ́p̹̍

I ate the food as quickly as I could. Patton and Roman were down to one pancake and Logan just finished. I placed my plate in the sink since Patton convinced everyone to leave it for him to wash. I felt a little bad, not being able to help with anything.

Useless

I̘̙̝͛ͤͫ ͚͎͓̫̠͖̭̒̏ͪ̌ͯ̓͂g̵͉͙̻͓͖̬̬͍̻̫͈̉ͯ̉̐̎̾ͭͨ̊͌̔ę̵̤͉͕̘̝̳͔̥̱̠͎̝͙̟̀t͇̳͕̝̻̘͕̙̖̘͓̼̞̆͌̈́̿̋̾͌ͥͪͭͦͮͧ ͏̶̛̹̜͙͚͓̘̥ìţ̜̫͎̙͙̺̋̈́͂ͯͥ̉

Roman continued to glare at me. I left the kitchen as soon as I could, going to the mindscape's living room. I flopped on the couch, pulling out my phone. I started scrolling through Tumblr, if anything, it was my real home.

"Hello, Anxiety," Logan came in holding his work laptop. Everyone didn't know exactly what he was always working on every day, but we all knew it had something to do with Thomas' other (not main) sides, but that was something for another story (Fourth wall, who?).

"Hey, Logic," I called Patton by his actual name, but Logan and Roman? Never. Why? Well... I just- I don't know. I guess I didn't feel obligated to call them by their proper name. I only called Patton... well, Patton because he noticed me calling him just 'Morality'.

He suggested I called him 'Dad' but he said I didn't need to. I guess I just didn't feel close to any of them, except I was closer to Patton than the others. Patton was Patton, he was the dad of the group and no one could argue with that, even though he was also the most child-like out of all of us. Though he was the oldest of us.

"Anxiety?" I hummed a response.

"Apologies, you just seemed 'zoned out' for a few seconds," I shrugged and looked back at my phone screen. Logan turned back around, typing rapidly on his laptop. I don't know how the hell he typed that fast.

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A/N:
Should I try to update on Fridays? (I really need y'all's opinions)