𝑀𝑜𝓍𝒾𝑒𝓉𝓎 𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈 (𝒮𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓈)

Sweeter than death

I know it's short, but I just had to do it! Bit crappy, but eh.

Tw - Implied death -

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It was gone.

Dead.

Patton sniffled softly, wiping at the tears which were streaming rapidly down his freckled dotted cheeks. His grasp on it mustn't have been strong enough to keep it from leaving him. After all of those weeks - weeks of working up the courage to take it without anyone else noticing. No one needed to know that it was gone! But now... now it was dead. It's crimson juice stained the floor, mocking Patton with its unhealthiness.

Virgil wasn't quite sure how he managed to hear Patton's sniveling from all the from his room, with his earphones plugged in. The Anxious trait could tell just by hearing the words; "Why did you have to leave me like this?!" That he knew it was Patton - who else would be talking to themselves, sniffling and bawling their eyes out over... what exactly was Patton even crying for?

Tugging out his earplugs, Virgil pushed off his quilt and headed for the door. What if it was something serious? What if someone had broken Patton's heart? Torn it into tiny pieces and left him there to grieve alone, drowning in his own shattered thoughts. WHAT IF -

Virgil stopped, frozen on the spot just outside of the kitchen, staring at the mess on the floor - Patton on his knees, eyes swollen from crying, hands buried in his hair, sobbing over a -

"Patton?" Virgil asked and stepped closer to inspect the situation at hand, trying to hold back a small smirk. "Why is there a cupcake on the floor?"

Patton's red raw eyes glanced up to look at the Anxious trait, sniffling before wiping at his cheeks. "I dropped it..." he burst into another set of sobs, causing Virgil stare at him with wide eyes. "And it wuh-was the luh-last one!"

"Awe, Pat... um, we can always get you another one... right?" Virgil hovered by the crying man, who then wrapped his arms around Virgil's legs, burying his face in the side of his thigh. A dark blush spread across Virgil's cheeks as he tried to his best to comfort the broken trait.

"Bu-but I wanted that one..."

"I know -" Virgil said, then thought for a moment with a smile before clicking his fingers. "There you go, Pat, good as new!" He chuckled and held out the reformed, resurrected cupcake to the older trait who took it with a beaming smile.

"Ah, Virge! Thank you so much!" The trait giggled and began devouring the tiny cake, ruby frosting smudging across his face. "Hmm," he let out a content sigh, smiling at his hero.