To Raise a Dragon(Sanders Sides Story)-HIATUS-

Dragon Dressing

Warning: Cuss word at the end....

Prompt: (1)I just had the cutest thought Virgil get stuck in between stuff in stuff and just getting trapped (2) Virgil gets a tiny(or as tiny as a baby dragon's clothes could be) hoodie as a gift and he refuses to take it of for anything Then he gets really sad/mad when it gets ripped of something

Prompted By: @areyouascoolasme and @Mediocre_Drawing

If there was one thing Virgil was known for, it was finding ways to get stuck. Behind beds, between the wall and the couch, once even behind the refrigerator, yeah nobody could explain that one. All the sides knew was: If Virgil is nowhere to be found, he's most likely stuck.

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"Virgil? Where are you kiddo?" Patton called.

"Did he get stuck somewhere again?!" Roman whined, clutching some dark fabric in his hands.

"Calm yourself Roman." Logan huffed. "Start looking in the normal spots."

"I'll check the fridge." Morality said, running to the kitchen. He craned his neck, peering into the crevice between the fridge and the wall. He was both relieved, and worried when purple eyes weren't staring back. "Where could..."

"Papa..." a shaky voice whispered.

Patton looked at the cupboards, a sinking feeling in his chest. He pulled open the cupboard and packages of crackers and chips fell. Nestled at the far wall between the wall and the separator was Virgil. He wad upside down, tears running down his face.

"Oh kiddo." Patton cooed, pulling things off the shelf. He pulled out the shelf, and pulled the dragon out, holding him on his hip while he re-stacked things. "How did this happen kiddo?" The moral side asked softly, closing the cupboard.

"I don no." Virgil shrugged, honestly not remembering.

Sighing fondly, Patton shook his head. "Well Roman made you a surprise, wanna go see?" The dragon tilted his head, but nodded along, leaning against his father figure.

Patton walked them to the Living room, sitting the dragon on the couch. Logan was still in the living room, holding up a chair to look under. He sat the chair back down when he noticed Patton. "Where was he now?" The logical side asked.

"Kitchen cupboard." Patton chuckled.

Before Logan could respond, Roman ran down the stairs, moving to stand before the dragon. "Virgil, I know you are a dragon and do not need this, but I made you: a jacket!"Creativity beamed, holding out a jacket. It was thick, and mostly black in color, except for purple plaid patchwork with white stitches. Since something made for a human wouldn't fit a dragon, it was designed more like a dog sweater, with holes in the back so his wings could pop through, and his spines wouldn't get squished, they had dealt with a bent spine before and that had not ended well.

Literal stars grew in Virgil's eyes as he stared at the jacket. He pushed himself up to stand, yowling in amazement and joy while stretching out to grab the fabric. "On on!" He basically vibrated with joy.

"I told you he could love it!" Roman grinned, sticking his tongue out at the Logical side.

Patton took the jacket and helped shimmy the baby dragon in, careful to maneuver the spines in the right place. Being a mostly black dragon, dressed in a mostly black jacket you would assume he would over heat, but that was never the case. Virgil could sit inside a oven and still be perfectly fine, however he did manage to get cold easier also. That, coupled with the fact that Virgil loved the color black, was the reason Roman made something so dark in the first place.

Patton stepped away, smiling as the baby dragon as he looked down at the dark fabric. "Currow!" He purred loudly, jumping down. Exchanging looks, all three sides followed their baby. Virgil walked to the bathroom, maneuvering onto the toilet, and jumping onto the sink, his wings flapping uselessly as he moved(Logan made a mental note to look into Dragon flying ages). Finally on the sink, Virgil stared at his reflection, face brightening up in awe, and wonderment. He loved it!

Roman clutched his chest, falling dramatically on the floor as if he were shot. Patton bit back a squeal, looking away for his fanboy moment. Logan smiled simply, taking out his cell phone in order to show Thomas later.

"Alright now my darling dark draconem, it is time for dinner, and then you must take that off for bed." Logan spoke up, stepping over his, currently, useless counterparts. Virgil scrunched up his face at Logan. "Do not pull that face with me." He reprimanded. "You can not sleep in a jacket. It could rip, or the hood could wrap around and choke you. Now, dinner."

Virgil pouted, but allowed the logical side to pick him up and head to the kitchen. He ate begrudgingly, a out on his snout the entire time. "Muder Meeeeen~" He complained

"Yes I am horrible. Now eat your dinner Virgil." Logan rolled his eyes, holding out a spoonful of red mushy dragon food. While Virgil could eat whatever he wanted for breakfast, lunch and snacks, Logan made him eat a special mix of food for dinner as it had all the nutrients a dragon would need.

After eating Logan turned his back to put the bowl in the sink. Virgil, being as smart as he was, took the chance to dart. He scrambled out of his highchair, falling onto the ground and falling on his nose. Despite the pain in his snout, and left paw he ran.

Virgil ran into Patton's room, crawling his way past the mess and into Patton's closet, and under a dresser he kept in there. Grinning, the dragon wiped a little bit of blood away with his paw laying under the dresser. He could hear the others running around frantically, but ignored them. It was his jacket, and he didn't want to take it off.

After roughly 30 minutes of laying in one position, he turned-

riiiiip

Dread pooled in his chest, mind drifting over to what Logan had said. 'You can not sleep in a jacket. It could rip, or the hood could wrap around and choke you.' Dark eyes turned, looking at the side of the jacket. A large rip was making its way from the end of the right side, up to about the armpit.

Bottom lip warbling, Virgil tried to drag his way from his hiding spot, but he couldn't. When he had moved a pile of clothes fell, blocking the hole. Finally, the dam broke.

"Muder!" He cried, a shrill cry rippling through the mindscape. "Muder Muder!" The sound of stomping made Virgil hiccup in relief, but he didn't stop crying. The closer door was ripped open, and the dresser picked up and thrown across the room. "Muder!" Virgil hicupped.

"Shh, you're alright!" Logan hushed as the other two ran into the room.

"Ah! My bed!"

"Shit Logan!"

"M-Me da-dakit!" Virgil sobbed.

"Roman can make you a new one." Logan hushed, patting his spines. "Your nose is bleeding, and your paw is swollen isn't it. Let get you cleaned up."

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Virgil hiccuped again, holding still as his paw was wrapped and Logan cleaned his bloody nose, luckily nothing too bad. Meanwhile, Patton was helping Roman sew up the rip. "All done." Logan declared."

"Same here." Roman hummed, handing over the jacket.

"You can wear this tomorrow, alright?" Vigil smiled and gave a tired nod. "Good, lets get you to bed."

Virgil nodded again, only one thought lingering in his head other than sleep. It was something Roman had said. 'What's shit?'