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Goodnight [Moxiety] (Dream FamILY AU)

So I totally didn't pull both Adrift!Camilla and Adrift!Male!Corrin back to back in heroes and I'm definitely not obsessed with the Adrift Banner and I absolutely did not get inspired to write this fanfic based on the Adrift Parologue.

TW:// Mentions Of Suicide, Hinting at Suicide, Child Suicide Contemplation

STORYTIME!

Virgil and Patton were figments of the imagination of a sweet little boy named Emile Picani. They weren't the only ones though: there were several. Like Logan and Roman and Remy and Thomas and Remus. In contrast to the true universe of Sanders Sides, this is Picani's Dreamscape. These are characters that Emile made up himself to help him cope with many different things in life. Like child neglect, many kinds of dysphoria, severe depression, and failing grades.

Everyone here pitied the poor lost soul. Logan was the strict older brother, boarderlining the mother figure in Emile's dream family but we all know the mom is definately Dee. Roman and Remus were the younger twin brothers always eager to play. Thomas was his own twin brother, kind and holding his hand every step of the way. Remy was the cooler older brother you'd Leah's wanna hang with. Patton is the happy-go-lucky father figure always eager to nurture and help out his beloved kid. And Virgil... he kinda isn't existed. He didn't have a role. He just protected Emile from whatever he needed protecting from. 

The family watched as Emile played all alone at the park again, walking very carefully on a stone curb as though it was a balance beam. He had his arms out to help with his balance. Virgil walked behind him, arms under his to catch him if he falls. But in reality he can't reallt catch him because he's nothing but a dream. Patton walked in front of him, laughing and walking backwards the same exact way. One foot in front of the other, toe to toe like a gymnist. The only one who could see the three of them together was Emile, everyone else just saw a pathetic child laughing all alone.

"This way Emile, let's play! Try to catch me! Catch me Emile!"

"Imma catch you! I'll catch you Papa!"

Virgil chuckled to himself, the purple silken outfit he wore dragging behind him. Everyone in the dreamscape wore outfits similar to dresses and robes, gorgeous and each having their own unique color. Virgil noticed that Patton grew worried. Emile suddenly stopped and sat down on the curb, his real body phasing through Virgil's ghostly one without him noticing. Virgil sat down next to his boy, Patton taking the other side. Today was a day when the two of them play with Emile. Emile chose to play with them, so that meant he wanted some sort of parental figure with him.

"I wish Mom and Dad loved me..."

Virgil's heart shattered when he heard Emile say that. He looked up at Patton, who took the statement even harder. Here was Emile, a thirteen year old boy. Patton hugged his boy and Virgil ruffled his hair, neither one of the dreams knowing exactly what to say. Emile looked behind him, over his shoulder. Over the curb and past the grass is a railing that goes over a river. A kind of deep rover where people like to feed turtles and ducks and catch minows. Emile's eyes got really sad all of the sudden and his voice got really low. Both Virgil and Patton felt the dreamscape a round them grow dark and cold.

"I'm very tired. I wanna go to sleep."

Emile stood up and went to go hang on the rail, leaning his body on it while crossing his arms on the surface of it. Virgil was suddenly packing by how dark it was. Thomas appeared, very concerned with the dark state of mind Emile was in. Virgil walked up to Emile, resting his hand on his back. Patton was all choked up, sitting on the curb and not knowing what to do at all. Patton knows Emile has had dark thoughts like this one before, but every time he freezes like a deer in headlights due to the darkness. That meant it was up to Virgil to protect his son.

"If you're sleepy let's go home and sleep in a bed, Emile. It'll be much more comfortable there."

"Mom and Dad won't notice if I sleep here... and not wake up. I'd be able to play with you and Papa forever and ever in heaven. I'd have no schoolwork in heaven. I'd be happy."

"No you wouldn't. You wouldn't be able to grow old and get a puppy and buy a million houseplants and get married to the cute kid in your science class like you want. There are many reasons to stay awake right now, Little Star. Please don't do this. Stop thinking like this. We need to go home. We should go and get some rest and we can play some more in the morning, okay?"

Virgil just about had a heart attack. If his heart were beating it would've exploded by now. His fingertips felt very numb. Virgil was shaking he was so scared. Emile had never talked out loud like that before. He looked back at Patton for some support. He was just as scared as Virgil was. But Virgil had to suck it up and convince Emile to go home and rest. They had schoolwork to do, but they can't do it like this. Slowly, the darkness backed away from the two dreams. Patton sighed in relief and used Thomas to find the strength to stand, walking up to Virgil Nd collapsing into his back in a clumsy embrace.

"I was so scared... Thank you for protecting him Virge."

Patton whispered to him just low enough so that the young boy couldn't hear. Virgil held out his hand towards Emile, knowing he couldn't really take it burn he could try. Emile was pulled away from the railing and on his way home again to sleep in his own bed. Not in the river. Forever. Patton took Virgil's other hand, too depressed by the dark thought to even try beinf the upbeat father figure. Poor Patton.

They got home and Emile brushed his teeth, changed his clothes, and went to bed at seven o'clock at night even with his real life parents arguing at the top of their lungs just down the hall of their one story house. Thomas slept next to him just so he could have someone, even an imaginary someone, to hold on to while he slept. Both Patton and Virgil sat at the edge of his bed, waiting for him to drift off and create a dream. Patton slipped his hand into Virgil's, speaking lowly so he doesn't bother the sweet child.

"I'm worried about him."

"I am too. That was the very definition of anxiety. I hated every second of it."

"But you still did well. You saved him for another day. Thank you, Virgil. If it's were just me today I know I... he..."

"Don't think like that. We can't afford to talk like that just in case. Emile is a sweet and precious boy. His stupid parents had a kid way too early and have a marriage so crumbled even divorce can't fix it, and they're too stubborn to divorce. Emile deserves so much better, he's such a bright and fun kid. He has dreams. He has ambitions. He doesn't deserve stuff like his parents, his suicidal thoughts, and his maturity lag to hold him back. It's so frustrating. It agonizes you, me, and everyone else and I can't stop worrying that-"

"Hey, it's okay. It's all okay. Shhh, I think he's beginning to dream."

The two adults stopped their conversation to see the dreamscape around them glowing white, baby blue butterflies fluttering around. Everyone was there, Thomas leading Emile by hand to go play with all of his brothers. Dee released the twins over to greet him and Logan set down the books hi was reading. Remy shoved his hands in his pockets to go and greet him and Emile beamed with joy. He was so happy. He was barefoot in the soft grass and there's a feint breeze. Patton stood up, dragging Virgil up with him by the hand with his signature goofy grin. Everything was okay again. Just like every night, they all chorused at once:

"Goodnight, Emile, it's time to play. We love you."

1200 Words

Okay that was a lot darker than I expected but if you know exactly what I was talking about above then you knew this was going to I get ready really dark.

Every single one of you out there can do great things. Don't let anything hold you back. Not a bad family, not a disadvantage at a specific thing, not a disability, nothing. You can do anything you set your mind to. I promise. Take it from the guy with very fragile ankles playing catcher.

Internet hugs and blow kisses!

~Remus