Spider Virgil (a short story)

Virgil's Room

Patton nocked on Virgil's door, putting on a cheery visage as he sang "open up! It's me kiddo!" he listened intently as he heard Virgil's shuffling feet slowly approached the door, stopped for a second and slowly the door opened, Virgil's eye peeked through the door his dark eye shadow nicely complimenting the dark background of his room.

"What do you want?" he said obviously trying to sound hostile and edgy, but all Patton picked up was the tiredness in his voice. "do you want to talk?" Patton asked softly.

"No." Virgil said, "I don't" but Patton knew he was lying. as Virgil was going to close the door, Patton stuck his foot in the closing gap, and gasped as the door came down on it. Hard. Upon hearing Patton's gasp of pain, Virgil opened the door, and looked at Patton, eyes wide "A-are you okay?"

Patton nodded; his foot would be fine. Virgil saw that Patton would not leave and that he was determined to stay, not matter how many feet he would have to sacrifice. Sighing, Virgil stepped out of the doorway allowing Patton to come in.

Virgil's room always put Patton on edge, as it should, it was the room of all Thomas' anxiety. Patton looked around for the spider curtains that always terrified him, but instead only saw some plain purple curtains, the room was also much more darker than Patton remembered, but the sides' rooms often changed with the sides, for example when Patton was experiencing different emotions his room would change temperature, the books on the shelves of Logan's room would change depending on what Thomas was interested in at the time and Roman's room would change entirely depending on the imaginative thoughts flowing through his head, it seemed that Virgil's room changed brightness depending on just how anxious he is at the time, and going from the brightness of his room, he was more anxious than normal.

After closing the door behind him, Virgil had sat down on the bed, his arms crossed, looking sideways at Patton, waiting to see what he was going to do. "so," Patton said brightly "what do you wanna talk about?" he said, sitting down next to Virgil and placing a hand on his shoulder. Virgil shifted away from Patton, so that Patton's hand fell onto his bed.

"I dunno, you were the one that wanted to talk." Mumbled Virgil. Patton noticed that the room was getting steadily darker, and so he fumbled with his words to try and get Virgil to calm down, if it got any darker then Patton wouldn't be able to see any more, "kiddo... you can tell me if there's anything wrong I won't be disappointed or anything, you can trust me", yet his efforts were futile, as the room was getting darker still, all that he said seemed to have no effect, in fact it only seemed to make it worse, but Patton wasn't going to give in.

He kept going and going at it until it was finally pitch black. His flow of supporting words was interrupted when Virgil gave a small sobbing gasp, which Patton realized was layered, just like his voice usually got when he was overwhelmed, Virgil shifted in his place, now on the far side of the bed from where Patton sat. Patton's reaction was immediate, he stood up, flailing in the dark, and reached towards the direction of Virgil.

"Kiddo, I-" he started, but was cut off by Virgil's harsh and layered voice "NO! YOU NEED TO GET OUT!" and just like that in a wail of force, Patton found himself standing outside Virgil's door, blinking in the bright lights, and heard the faint click of the anxious side locking his door. Just then, Roman came down the corridor, saw Patton standing there, frozen, and asked "well? Is our Storm Cloud Okay?"

"No," Patton replied, His heart feeling heavy in his chest, "I don't think he is."
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