Escaped Convict {a Virgil x Reader}

Chapter 1

Trigger warning: suggestions of self harm
edited August 15 2020
Y/n's POV

I pace my room aimlessly, having used up all the interesting activities not so long ago, I am bored out of my mind, ughhhhh.

My 'room' consists of dark brick walls, with a large black bookshelf stuffed with books to the right of a grey queen sized bed, which sits in the complete center of the room. A dresser filled with mostly black and white clothing stands to the left of it, next to the door, which has been locked since... since he locked me here. I haven't seen colour since then either, it's never entered the room. I have h/c hair and s/c skin, my e/c eyes that are so dull there almost isn't any colour in them at all.

I've been here for so long it's almost routine, reread one of the books on my shelf, eat the food my captor slides through a hole in the wall, and then doodle or sketch people for the rest of the morning until it's time for me to watch the daily channel, a broadcasting of Thomas's day.

You are probably wondering what I represent. No surprise, of course, what could I possibly bring to Thomas's life? he has everything he needs. Maybe. I am Y/n, and I am Thomas's depression. I was the second side after Logic, which is why no one else knows I exist, I was at large from age twelve to nineteen in Thomas's life, and what a wonderful and exciting 8 years that was!

I've been kept in this dingy basement for just over ten years and it's beginning to get pretty old. I keep track of how many months I've been here because of tally marks on my wrist. Hand done, I'll add, Logan tried to keep sharp objects away from me, but evidently that didn't work so well.

Today feels... different, somehow. I'm proven right almost immediately as the blackish door that blends in almost perfectly with my wall and has no handle on the inside opens creakily, revealing a blue eyed, pale skinned, colourfully clad man with round black glasses.

I flinch, never having seen more colour than dark blue and dark brown.

"Hello?" He says curiously.

"Who are you?" I ask, placing a sweet, innocent face on; I can feel the bright aura from this one.

"Hey!" He says, a smile replacing the curious frown, "I'm Patton! Who are you?"

"I'm Y/n." I tell him, "are you another side?"

"Yep!" Patton's smile widens, "I'm Thomas's morality!"

"I'm his happiness!" I lie easily, following my escape plan which i've so many times imagined, "which is weird looking at my room..."

Patton nods slowly as he looks around, "you shouldn't be in here! Happiness should be free!"

He leads me out of the dark room I much prefer to his bright ensemble of blue and tan, and I smirk as he pulls me back into the centre of attention where I belong.

When we pop up it's obvious Thomas is about to film one of those Sanders Sides videos that brought my replacement, Creativity around.

Surrounding him are three now four people. Two new, one of which I assume to be Creativity, and after Patton joins them they seem to be more upbeat, specifically Logan. Until, of course, he sees me.

Logans face falls and contorts into a fearful look when he notices my presence, and I smirk at him.

"Thank you, Patton dear." I say, dropping my happiness guile and smiling slyly at Morality, "you really have been of great help to me."

I walk confidently towards Logic, and he shrinks in a way he never used to when we were the only ones.

"Oh, Logan," I say, touching his cheek, "you really have grown, and it seems you've brought some friends around, who might these be?"

When he doesn't answer I slap him, then repeat, "who might these be?"

Logan points to a princely looking idiot and says coldly, "ask him yourself."

Patton's POV

Isn't this happiness? They don't look to be the most happy person ever..

I watch them walk away from me and towards Logan, they touch his cheek softly.

"Oh, Logan," they say, "you really have grown, and it seems you've brought some friends around, who might these be?"

Logans face has more fear than I've ever seen.

Logic doesn't answer, and that earns him a slap across the face, then they repeat their question, "who might these be?"

Pointing to Roman, Logan says, "ask him yourself."

They don't seem very happy with this answer but nonetheless walk over to Creativity.

"You're new," they say, putting their face uncomfortably close to Romans, "what do they call you, a royal pain?"

He looks intimidated but tries to stand strong, "I'm Roman, Thomas's creativity."

"Oh so you're the dolt that replaced me," they say, "I always thought Logan would at least create someone useful, but Creativity? Really? Anyone can do that job, here look," they put on a mocking voice and say, "how about we let Depression take over again?" Dropping the tone they say, "see? Easy."

Y/n's POV

Oh my lucifer Logic, did you really need someone to take care of Creativity?

I walk to the stairs, where I used to sit before I was locked away.

"And who might you be?" I ask, placing myself higher on the stairs than the dark man, I quite like this one, he has a vibe to him that is less terrible than the other colourful halfwits, at least he got the memo for dark colours.

He seems a lot more resistant to give up who he is, noting his determination lean over his head so that I'm upside down in front of his face, smiling cheerfully I say, "oh, is that reluctance or fear?"

He moves away from me, a little bit of fear displayed on his face as he mumbles something about anxiety.

"You're gonna have to speak up sweetie." I tell him, and he looks at me nervously before saying

"I'm Thomas's Anxiety."

I'd classify this as a win, but I need his name.

"And what is your name, Thomas's Anxiety?"

"I'm... not gonna tell you my name because you're creepy and I already don't like you." The guy is a freaking idiot, he doesn't know I'm depression and that I could easily make his job a lot harder than it is right now.

"Okay!" I disappear and come back to the center of the room, "I'm Y/n! Thomas's Depression! Logic locked me in a basement for these ten years but a very smart Morality came and let me go!" I face Patton and comment, "I really do owe you. Any way I can make it up to you?"

The cheerful man just stares at me, extreme fear in his eyes.

I hear someone clearing their throat and look to see Thomas.

"Oh, Thomas, baby." I coo, "what have you done to your hair?" I note the magenta dyed hair, much shorter than when I was around last.

"Dyed it." Thomas says confidently, I'll break him soon enough. Logic already shattered, Morality is terrified of me, and Creativity is wary of my existence. Anxiety, however. I'll work on him too.

I look around at the people I'll be working to destroy in the next while and I think,

this'll be easy.

Hello!!

I hope you enjoy this story because I had no idea I was going to make this but here we are with inspiration at three am..

This is going to be full of angst so prepare yourself (unless I'm terrible at writing and no one reads after this but :p)

So yeah, bai :)

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-Dev