G/T One Shots

Not Always the Bad Guy | 2

A soft light on your face was what woke you. After being in the complete darkness of the box, the light was almost jarring even in small amounts.

The box. Oh god.

You hurried to sit up as you heard a gasp above you, wincing at the quick movement that irritated your bruises.

You looked up, stomach dropping as you saw the pale face above you, dark circles emphasized by eyeshadow.

"Holy shit."

You both spoke at the same time, yet his louder voice drowned yours out entirely.

You tensed as his hands entered the box, effectively corralling you and ushering you into his palm. Whimpers escaped you, but your body refused to do much more than stiffen in his hand as he lay his thumb across your middle. Chills raced over your body as his thumb ran curiously over your body from your sides to your legs to your arms...

And then his thumb weighed down on your chest. It was an absent movement for him, which was evident through his focus that was trained on your face, his brown eyes reflecting your trembling form.

A fresh wave of helplessness washed over you, and you flinched as his other hand shifted, which surprisingly made it freeze. You kept your eyes on it as it retreated, warily returning your gaze to the one above you as he spoke again.

"What the hell..." He breathed, a gust of warm air ruffling your hair a bit, which made chill bumps return to the surface of you skin once more despite the warmth.

Another whine escaped you as a knock sounded on the door, making both of your heads snap over to it.

"Oh Virgiiilllll~"

The voice made your skin go pale and your stomach flipped. It was him. What was he doing now?

Your captor didn't even think of hiding you as he crossed the room to open the door. Your body went rigid as the door clicked open and you cringed away as best you could.

But Dee wasn't there. No, that wasn't what made the panic flare up in your chest or the blood freeze in your veins. It was, rather, the cage that your former owner had kept you in, with a note written in elegant cursive and signed with a swirly 'D.'

You struggled as best you could, not even noticing how the ringing began to invade your auditory senses, how the yellow and green swirling hues impacted your eyes, how your limbs seemed to turn to jelly.

And the human was talking—was he even human, really, if he was a Side?—which you could tell from the vibrations in the hand under you and the thumb atop your chest. That thought vanished quickly as breathing became an issue too. And then, though you had been punching at the thumb with weakened strength, it moved away as your vision darkened, the ringing in your ears intensified.

You roused eventually, disoriented on a hard surface. The cage, obviously, as the cold and metallic feel on your arm indicated. Your stomach still growled, and you decided that you would have to ask Dee for some food if you wanted to keep your strength up.

The thing was, when you blinked away the sleep—when had you even fallen asleep?—you noticed that the room was different than your owner's.

Then things slowly came back to you: the voices, the box, the cage, Anxiety...

Shit.

You say up quickly, turning abruptly as you looked for the cage door. A quick sigh of disbelief left you as you saw that it was unlocked and slightly open, and you raced towards it only to come to a hasty stop as you noticed the key laying there on the desk by you.

So you weren't even in the air. It would be so easy.

Was this a test? Why would he leave it open otherwise? He had the key, and he knew how to use it, surely. Even then, why not hang it up?

He'd hurt you. You knew he would. But maybe you could stay alive if you stayed on his good side.

You swallowed thickly and backed away slowly, flinching as the door across the room opened, revealing your new owner—Anxiety, a Dark Side. His eyes locked on yours, and he froze for a moment before continuing his walk toward you. His gaze followed you as you took several quick steps backward.

He raised a brow as he pulled the cage door open all the way, making your nerves squirm more as his hand reached in and easily wrapped around your body. You fell still. You former master's rules still applied as far as you were concerned.

Don't move. Don't struggle. Don't talk back.

And so you didn't, even as you were lifted by fingers thicker than you into the air. That didn't stop your body from being wracked by violent shudders, though. Or from paling against your will.

"Hey." The voice above you said, more gravelly then Dee's, but just as commanding. Or was odd, really, to see a similar facial structure yet to not have scales or a yellow eye on your captor's face. But it still reminded you of him, and you couldn't shake the fear the gripped you. Your gaze trailed upward to meet his, and you saw how his dark brown eyes softened a bit. "That's it, keep your eyes on mine. Just breathe and relax. Close your eyes."

You swallowed thickly, trying not to let this confuse you too much, though you squeezed your eyes shut after a moment's hesitation. You felt a strange tugging sensation, a gentle nudge, and when you opened your eyes, you were in a brighter place.

Were these the Light Commons?

You looked around you and felt your stomach squirm yet again. There were three other people in the room—three other Sides. You struggled in the grip around you before immediately freezing.

Don't struggle, you remembered, don't struggle.

And so you remained still, even as one in a red sash locked eyes with you. And suddenly too were in his hands, still jarred from the sudden motion.

"Roman—"

"What are you doing with them, Virgil?" The one holding you interrupted your former captor, your head still spinning.

"They're fine. Deceit had them and I—"

"Helped? What, just out of the goodness of your heart? What do you want?"

"Nothing, I just—"

"Of course you want something. You took them, and now you want something in return. Or maybe you're the one who held them captive in the first place and you're just using Deceit as a cover-up."

"I'm not always the bad guy."

"Oh, of course not kiddo. Roman, hear him out. We just got my dark, strange son back, after all." Another one said, this one with glasses and a cardigan.

"Patton is correct." Another with glasses began. "Though this new being has not spoken, they appear unharmed other than a case of obvious malnourishment. And their apparent trepidation is not with us, but rather a past experience, which does not appear to be from Virgil."

"I...guess you have a point, Logan." The one holding you conceded.

You head was reeling at all the new names. Roman, Patton, Logan, and Virgil, though the latter you supposed you'd heard from Dee.

They were still talking, but you weren't listening. You were trembling in the hands that held you, though you weren't restrained. Silence suddenly fell over the room and you hesitantly lifted your eyes.

They were all looking at you. Maybe you should've listened.

You pursed your lips and shrank away, yelping as your back met a wall of fingers. But they all looked kind, even the emo looking one.

"I'm Y/N." You began shaking, taking a guess at what they'd asked. "Dee had me but he gave me to Anxie—Virgil and, um... yeah."

You bit your lip anxiously. This would be interesting.

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Apologies for the wait! Hopefully you enjoyed this part and it was worth it.

~Em~