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Angst
Warning: Swearing
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"Well, well, well, look who's here," A familiar, taunting voice rang through Virgil's ears as he gripped onto his knees tighter. The anxious facet had his legs brought up to his chest as his head was buried in his knees. He'd been crying for quite some time now.

Anxiety said nothing, and remained silent. Even his sobs ceased when he heard Deceit's jeering voice.

"Not talking, huh? Why don't you go running back to the light sides, huh?" Anxiety could practically feel Deceit's burning, torturous smirk. "Oh, they totally still accept you. Thomas totally isn't afraid of you now."

"Fuck off Deceit," Anxiety's voice was muffled. "I'm in a bad place so you can leave me the fuck alone. I regret what I did. Now go fuck yourself."

"Virgil, you're acting as if we're the cause of your grief," Remus's voice suddenly echoed through Anxiety's very soul. "We weren't the ones to tell Thomas that you're a dark side- like us- and forever will be," He taunted with a patronizing smirk.

"Oh, really?!" Anxiety suddenly shot his head up, tears staining his red hot cheeks; makeup drooled down his face like melting ice. "You both kept on pressuring me to reveal it! You both kept on insinuating that I'm hiding some huge fucking secret from Thomas! You were exploiting me and my fears!! I fucking hate you both for that!!" Sobs and chokes interrupted anxiety's painful scolding with almost every work he spoke. His voice distorted every time he wanted to put emphasis on a particularly terrible thing.

"If you hate us so much, then why are you back here, with us? Why are you finally back at your home? By the way, Virgil, the purple shirt doesn't match the pure black hoodie," Remus pointed out, taking a step closer.

Anxiety sniffled and lifted his right arm up slightly, intently staring at the sleeve of his old jacket. He had decided to leave his new jacket in the light side because he felt as though it belonged there. It was a part of him that no longer was. That jacket represented acceptance, happiness. Now that that's gone because of his moronic actions, so was his favourite hoodie.

He did, however, decide to keep the purple shirt. It was an agonizing reminder of what he once was. What he could never be again.

Now, there's no purple plaid in sight. Only black and grey stripes that laced the heavy piece of clothing.

"You're... you're right," Anxiety muttered, not daring to make eye contact with his former friends. "I don't deserve to wear this... I am and always will be a dark side."

"There you go, Virgil. Now you're getting it," Deceit smiled menacingly.

Virgil felt too guilty, too depressed to wear his iconic purple shirt. With a snap, his purple shirt disappeared into thin air, only to be replaced by his old, black one.

He would never be accepted again. Thomas was too afraid of the dark sides. He feared the dark sides. And now... now that he knows that Virgil used to be one of them...

Things will never be the same again.