~A Light in the Shadows~ PRINXIETY FANFIC [EDITING] (temporary cover)

Chapter 14~ I posted this on Valentine's day. Deal with it.

Virgil's POV

I thought today was going good. I thought today was going to be great.

Apparently, life had other plans.

I could tell everything was off from the beginning. Patton didn't say a word to me, Logan was watching TV and Roman was nowhere to be found.

"Morning, guys." I greeted softly, giving a shy wave and walking into the kitchen. Neither of them responded.

'That's...weird.'

"Uh....Hello? Guys?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at Patton, who was stirring a bowl with a knife. A bowl of nothing.

"Good morning, Virgil." They said in unison, not turning to face me. Worry bubbled in my chest, my heart skipping a few beats.

'What the f-'

"What took you so long, darling? You took forever to get ready!" Patton asked, still not facing me.

"Patton, what's going on? And why did you call me Virgil?" I asked, wringing my hands nervously and trying to pinpoint just what was happening. He..shouldn't know my name. I never told him.

"I have no clue what you mean, Virgil!" Patton replied, turning to face me. From the moment he turned around, I knew what was wrong. His cardigan looked normal, his hair looked normal, even his weirdly tucked-in polo was normal.

The only thing that wasn't normal was his left eye, which was glowing yellow.

"Deceit." I growled, instantly kicking from flight to fight mode. "I told you to leave them the fuck alone."

"No can do, Virgie!" Deceit-Patton replied, giggling.

"WE HAD A DEAL!" I yelled, my fist connecting with the fridge next to me.

"Aww. I cheated. Too bad, so sad." Dropping the bowl, he held the steak knife by the grip and pointed it towards his own heart. "Now, to get this over with-"

"NO!" I screamed, grabbing his hand to stop him. He smirked, flipping the knife in his hand and holding out the hilt to me.

"I think you know what to do."

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Roman's POV:

"Virgil? Darling, wake up!" I shook his shoulder gently, biting my lip in worry. He'd passed out at the dinner table last night, so we figured we'd let him just sleep; It's been two days. Patton told us not to worry, while Logan reminded us he should be dead by now due to his lack of sleep. I still can't help but worry. Maybe he's rubbing off on me.

"N-No..." He whispered in his sleep, rolling over in his spot on the couch.

"No? No what, love?"

"L-Leave them alone..." He whispered, still shifting around. I shot a worried look at Patton who only shrugged in return.

"Oh, Virgil. Please wake up." Pressing my lips against his, closing my eyes and channeling all the Disney magic I had in my soul. When I opened my eyes, I was somewhere different.

Huh.

I didn't think that would work!

Everything was all black, but I realized it was because my eyes were closed. Opening them slowly, I looked around. It's...just my room? Weird.

"I don't want to do this. Please don't make me." I recognized Virgil's dark, depressed tone anywhere.

"Oh Virgil. Poor, poor Virgil. You're a fucking idiot. Do it." A voice hissed. I didn't recognize who it was, but I knew they were up to no good. Bolting out of bed, I threw open the door and ran down the stairs to a horrifying scene; Virgil, holding a knife to his wrists while Patton grinned, his left eye casting a yellow glow in the dim light. Virgil drew the silver closer, closing his eyes and pressing it into his unbandaged skin.

"VIRGIL! NO!" I cried from the top of the stairs, clutching the railing as my knuckles turned white. I wanted to fight, to go down there and knock the knife out of his hands, to punch that fake-Patton square in the face....but I couldn't. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't even think clearly.

When each side is around you, you can feel their influence, even if it's almost none. I always thought a little clearer around Logan and smiled a little more around Patton.

I couldn't feel either of those.

It was like I was...having a panic attack. Which means that Virgil's really here, but Logan and Patton aren't.

So who is this guy?

"Don't listen to him, Virgil. You know what you have to do." The stranger said, his voice shuddering almost as if he was..nervous. It must be Virgil's effect taking action, because even I could feel my breathing becoming jagged and disorganized.

"R-Roman?" Virgil asked, looking up at me with tears in his eyes.

"Virge? Please don't do this. There's always another way."

"Don't listen to him! He's lying!" The stranger pleeded, stepping towards Virgil reassuringly. Virgil took a cautionary step back, but didn't put down the knife.

"He's right." Virgil turned to face me, emotion spilling down his face. "I'm sorry, Ro. I have to do this. It's not like you guys need me anyway."

Walking down the stairs slowly, I walked closer until Virgil visibly shrank back. I was about seven feet away, but it felt like an entire canyon was between us. "No, he's not. We need you. We need you so much. Virgil...I need you."

More tears spilling down his face, he lowered the knife and let go, crying like I'd never seen him cry before. I rushed over, wrapping my arms around him and refusing to let go (even though, admittedly, the knife he was holding was terrifying me).

"I-I'm so, so sorry, Ro. I-I don't know what came over me. I don't..." He studdered out, giving up and just continuing to cry.

"It's okay, Virge." I whispered, not letting go of him while I glared at the stranger. He had his arms crossed, a pissed-off look clearly directed at us on his face. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" I aske, practically growling from anger. What gave him the right to treat Virgil like that? Nothing. Literally nothing. This...insolent little prick just tried to hurt my beloved. Now THAT is where I draw the line for forgiveness. I felt my anger boiling inside of me, like a tea kettle left over a flame. I'm a fucking tea kettle and that stranger better start talking or I'll spill his tea.

"Why don't you ask Virgil? Or, is he too pathetic and sad to explain?" The stranger asked, Virgil shaking as he simply continued to cry. "Oh well. I guess I'll have to do it myself." His eye glowed brighter yellow as he lifted his hand, aiming his empty fist for his heart.

"What are you doing? And who are you?!?" I asked, my voice shaking as I demanded answers.

"Oh, Roman. Silly, arrogant Roman. My name's Deceit." He thrust his hand to his heart, a sickening noise coming from the figure beside me. I turned to face Virgil, who was sobbing and staring down at the knife, now buried in his chest.

"Virgil?" I cried, but he couldn't hear me.

"Roman?" I cried, but he couldn't hear me

"Virgil, oh my god." I covered my mouth, fighting the urge to scream.

"Roman...It hurts. It hurts so bad." I whispered, holding on to him as he gently lay me down on the floor.

"I know, Virge. I know."

"Fuck. Why is it so dark?"

"I don't know my love."

And then he mouthed something, over and over as the light faded more and more.

"I love you. Virgil, I love you. I love you."

"I love you too, Roman," I said, not knowing or caring if that's what he was really saying.

Goodbye, my light in the shadows.