Lies and Dysphoria

Chapter 13-- water

Virgil woke with a terrifying start. It was just a dream, he kept telling himself under his breath, it was just a dream. It was crazy how he could remember every last detail, from the lines in Deceit's face as he smirked, to Pride. Who was he? He looked like Roman and Remus combined, but it couldn't have been, could it?

Sitting up and wiping his clammy, sweaty hand on his duvet, Virgil scrambled around about in the dark to turn on his lamp to check the time. Wincing at the sudden brightness, he managed to turn on his phone without getting blinded. The clock read: 1am, somehow, he had slept for over 5 hours, that had to have been a personal record considering the little amount of time he had spent sleeping in the past few weeks.

Noticing that his mouth was considerably dry, Virgil took it upon himself to go downstairs and get a drink. As he stood up, he noticed two things: one, he is stupid body had made a mess of the black sheets that he had slept on, thankfully it was black, and secondly, he noticed that Pat had left him a note. It read:

нey vιrge!
ι нope yoυ нad a nιce deep ѕleep тнaт yoυ needed. yoυ мιѕѕed dιnner ѕo тнere are ѕoмe leғтoverѕ ιn тнe ғrιdge ғor yoυ! looĸ aғтer yoυrѕelғ and нopeғυlly we can тalĸ мore laтer.  

loтѕ oғ love тo мy вoy! dad.

Virgil found it really sweet, and he pinned the little note to his corkboard that he had hung up a few years ago on the back of his door. Hastily, he took off his trousers, not bothering to put some more on as it was 1am and with much lack of enthusiasm, Virgil tore the bottom sheet off his bed and walked downstairs with both sheet and stained trousers, tip toeing to try not to make a sound.

As he reached the kitchen, Virgil slipped into the little utility room that the sides had and shoved the stained materials into the empty washing machine and set it off. Still trying to recover from the freakishly realistic dream, Anxiety walked over to the cupboard above the sink and grabbed a glass to get a drink of cold, refreshing water.

All of a sudden, Virgil heard a quick shuffling behind him. He whipped his head around just to see a flash of red and white, scurrying away into a shadowed corner behind the counter.

Rolling his eyes and setting the now full glass of water onto the counter, Virgil walked in the direction of the fleeing figure, which he knew was Roman.

Turning the corner, Anxiety's face was smothered in confusion as he came face to face with a flustered Creativity, his cheeks red hot with embarrassment.

"Uhhhhhhhhh heyyyyy Virge" The prince said, trying to sound as normal as possible.

"What are you doing hiding down here?" Virgil asked, quite boldly actually, considering the reason that be was down in the kitchen in the first place.

"It's like really late and you have been acting strange lately so i......... Wanted to give you some space?" Roman tried to sound as convincing as he could as he hid his face in his Disney PJ's.

"N.Nothing is wrong with me, I should ask the same to you!" His fight or flight reflexes strated kicking in as he drew back away from Roman. " Also why are you flustered, I've never seen you like that before"

"Ummmm" Roman hummed as he pointed to Virgil's lack of 'leg clothes' as Patton called them.
He continued to hide his glowing face moreso than before.

Not being sure what his counterpart was meaning, Anxiety looked down at his legs and blushed hard, running and hiding behind the counter, away from Roman's eyes.

Being at 'that time of the month' Virgil had to wear some more 'female' underwear as boxers where not made to host pads (also he refused to stick anything up there). So standing Infront of Roman, wearing only pants and a hoodie was extremely embarrassing especially after what had happened earlier that day. 

Scrambling to get his drink that he had left abandoned for the past minute, Virgil ran like a madman back to his room, spilling water as he went.

Running and almost tripping into his bedroom, Virgil placed his half empty glass onto his bedside table and shut his door as quietly as he could. Trying to catch his breath, he sat on the edge of his bed and contemplated his life and existence, occasionally taking sips of his water cause hydration.