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

💜Chapter 12: Okay

TW: implied s/lf-h/rm (c/tting), self-deprecating thoughts, implied an/r/x/a

💜Chapter 12: Okay-
Morality makes a small deal with Anxiety.

Virgil/Anxiety's POV:

My anxiety (ironic) went through the roof.

"T-talk ab-bout what?!"

"You. We need to talk about you."

"Why woul- would that be-"

"Because! Because you're not okay! Because you're isolating yourself!" Patton looked at me, 'straight' in the eye.

"Hahah... what are you talking about, Patton...?" I dodged his eyes.

"You-"

"I what?" I spat, making sure my walls didn't fall.

Patton gave me a disheartened look. I stared at the floor, ignoring his fatherly 'Let me talk to you' look.

"Anxiety..."

"What?!" digging my head into my neck, still not looking up at Patton.

"Anxiety!" he took my arms; shocking me and making me jump up, jerking my head up from the sight of my dusty floor to his motions.

"P-Patton! Le-let go!"

"Anxiety, let me see your arms for goodness sake!"

I paused.

'Why?
Did he find out?
How?
Does he know?'

Ȋt̼̘̦̗̤̮͖͎ͅͅ ̹̪̲̬͈͓͉̍ͫͣͣ͑͊̉w̶̴͟ḭ̴̳̠͉̪̲̲͎̗͇̦͉̹͈ͧ̇̉͛̇͒͑̔͛̋ͪ̿́́̀l̩̒l̴͕͎͍̟̞ͣ͂̄̄́ ͍̬͔͉̺̝̦̗̞͑̅̽̄̒̽̈́̆ͫ͜b̻̩̫͓͙̭̲̝̠̙͖͍͚́́̔ͭ̈̿̏̋ͫͮ͆ͫ̈́́͟e̼̰̱̪̱̩̣̮̣̮̾̊ͫ̍̆̽͗͑̚̚͡ ̵̡̻̬̭̱͟f̀̇ͬį̯͙̟̥̤͎̜̹̹͍̯͍͙͒̂͋ͭ̒ͮ͗ͥͭͪͯͥͩn̉̐͑ͩ̄͌̎̈̀ͦ͐҉͕̟͚̰͎̣̦͉͇͍ͅe͋ͯͭ͂̉̆̋ͦ̾̈.̶ͫ̔͠

No, it's not.

He probably already knows, he's trying to confirm it and outright call you a freak.

...

You are a freak.

"Anxiety!" he yelled, shaking me by my shoulders.

I grabbed his wrist. Shaking, I slowly moved his hand away from me as his grip loosened.

"Anxiety... you're like my own son... please..."

"Not today, P-Pat..."

"But Anxiety-"

"Patton... please..."

He sighed in defeat, "Okay... but-"

Shit. 'But' always means bad.

"-You have to tell me... soon... I won't tell anyone, but I need you to trust me... Open up to me. Talk to me..."

"Pat-," he wrapped his fingers around mine in a supportive-fatherly way.

I blushed, not because I had romantic feelings for him or anything. Because...

I never really got any affection before...

Patton looked at me, waiting for a reply.

I was still, only slightly, shaking. 'Maybe I can tell him now? Will he judge me? Will he definitely hate me?'

"O-okay..." Patton smiled at me, letting go of my hands.

"That's all, for now. I need to make breakfast for all of us. You wanna come, Anxiety?"

I thought about the pros and cons of helping him make breakfast. Before I could decide, he added something to the offer.

"And yes, you have to eat. At least something, Anx. I haven't seen you eat a proper meal in a while..."

"Only a little?"

"At least."

"...Fine... but let me get fully ready first-"

"Anxiety, you know you look fine without makeup, right?"

"I don't know... I just don't really like it when people seeing me without it... Makes me feel vulnerable... as you saw..."

Patton gave me another soft look, "I'll wait downstairs for you, okay?"

"Okay, Pat."

He left, closing the door after him.

'For once someone closes the door after leaving!'

I huckled at myself before going into the bathroom and applying on my daily makeup look.

Meanwhile, I thought about random things; but as Anxiety, of course they weren't all the greatest thoughts.

 'I wonder if Patton will hate me after I tell him? And what was that with my arms? Did he find out about... that?! What if this is all a joke played on me? What if he just going to pity me?'

The thoughts went on and on, but as soon as I walked down the stairs, I shoved them down my thought drain and focused on helping Patton with breakfast.

Patton glowed as I walked over to him.

"What are we going to make?"

"Hmmm... toast? And eggs? Sausage? I guess we already ate Patton-Cakes yesterday so we can change it up!"

"Sounds good?!" I squeaked. I didn't want to eat that much, but I tried not to think about it at the moment.

"Okay, so first-"

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A/N:
Happy Birthday to me and Love2readforeves 😂😅
3-15-2019