Goodbye (an Analogical story) By Theo. Revamped.

Traumatic Nightmare (long boy chapter)

(Content TW!! Self harm, suicide, etc. Proceed with caution)

"You can't escape that easy, paranoia." the words echoed in his mind, as he finally drifted to sleep. Then he opened his eyes again, he was back in his room on the dark side of the mind palace, the room he had cleared out and left behind, the room he was almost positive he'd never see again.
"Don't think i forgot about you, dear." deceit says, standing near the doorway.
"Uh, yes, hello? What the hell am I doing here?" virgil responds, crossing his arms, annoyed.
"You forgot all about little old me, didn't you?" deceit says. "Don't you miss me? Or what about our nights together? You used to say I made you feel less paranoid and more safe.." virgil felt sick even hearing it.
"Yeah, that's laughable. Not anymore, now get me out of here." virgil responds.
"As you wish, dukey!" deceit says.
The duke, the duke knew exactly what could hurt him after years of knowing each other.

The room spins to a stop, where now instead of virgil's bedroom, he's standing in a dark room, with disney princess posters all around. He turns and finds princey sleeping on the couch, almost completely still.
"Roman?" virgil says, kneeling next to him. "Please go to my room and wake me up. Please." he says, hoping, praying he can get into romans subconscious, but as he stares at the prince's face he couldn't help but find the features get distorted and messy, a black substance slowly dripping out of his nose and mouth. Virgil couldn't help but look away. Princey was always the one to take care of his appearance the most. He tried to never be messy, he hated the thought. Seeing him like this was abnormal.
Soon he hears the princely side sit up, and so he turns back.
There he finds roman, his eyes white, almost as if he was blinded, , and his nose running with the black substance. His skin pale and his prince outfit ruined and dirty. This wasn't roman, and Virgil repeated that in his head. This was some fucked version.
Roman had a fear of going blind, if he did he wouldn't be able to see his outfits or favourite movies or how beautiful broadway shows look in person. The "not Roman" looked terrified, he touched his face, realizing his blindness, and let out a scream of which Virgil couldn't hear.

Virgil shut his eyes again as he felt the room spin, he was sick to his stomach. He heard scratching and soft whimpering as he opened his eyes to see patton, sat up in his bed holding a stuffed bear.
He seemed terrified of something behind virgil.
So Virgil turned and saw it. Saw him.
Logan swung left to right in the corner of patton's room from a noose. Logan, as much as he never admitted it, struggled with his mental health. He was never the happiest person, and though he knew that the best course of action would be to talk about it, he never would. Instead he would shut himself in his room for days on end. Not even to shower or eat. That was a few months ago, Logan said he's better now. This isn't Logan. Logan wouldn't do this. Virgil let out a scream of disbelief before turning back around and seeing a cloaked figure replace patton.
He started stepping back, before hitting logans body and feeling arms wrap around his neck, his head spins.
And now he's in Logan's room. Logan was already sat up. Glasses on. He looked groggy and confused. He wears a regular T-shirt, something he always avoids wearing since his self harm scars distress Patton. he looked straight at virgil, more or less through Virgil, and didn't say anything. He simply just got up and walked out. Virgil followed the logical side.
Logan opened Virgil's door and mumbled " I wouldn't be here, but something tells me I should be. Virgil?" he sits down on virgil's bed, and there Virgil saw himself, laying in bed and hugging a pillow. Logan rubs the sleeping virgil's back "virgil?"
Virgil's vision goes dark, then he suddenly sits up in bed, logans hand still on virgil's back. He can't help but let the tears come to his eyes.
Virgil wraps logan in a hug, the dream haunting him. "It was just a nightmare." Logan says, returning the hug. He then says "I assume you had a nightmare, since you're usually not one for platonic affection, though i'm not either." He tries to make a joke. But it falls flat.
It wasn't a nightmare. It wasn't. Deceit was coming for him.