Virgil's Birthday- Or Not

Christmas Morning

6 days later...

Virgil was awoken by someone shaking his shoulders and shouting "Get up, get up!" over and over. He swatted them away and sat up to see Patton staring at him excitedly. Once he saw that Virgil was awake, he ran off shouting "CHRISTMAAAAS!" Virgil chuckled and began to get ready for the day in his skeleton onesie, as everyone on Christmas wears theirs. He walked out to the living room to see Patton playing with a small dog. "Puppy!" he cried as he scratched the area behind its ears.

Janus, Logan, and Roman watched from the couch, smiling fondly at the sight. When Virgil stumbled in, they glanced up at him. "Why hello there Jack Smellington. Merry Christmas!" Roman announced, waving at him. "Good morning Virgil," Logan said, still watching Patton and the adorable animal. "Goodbye my emo friend," Janus said, standing up. The anxious side greeted them back and observed as Janus walked around Patton and stood above him, looming over the side where he rolled on the floor. "What do you say...?" he prompted. Patton sat up. "Thanks kids!" he thanked, looking around. "Oh and good morning my dark strange son!" Virgil gave a salute and went to the kitchen, where he got a glass of water. Patton then looked around."Where's Remus? We can't start gifts until he's-"

Suddenly there was a large crash and Remus appeared, sitting on a green sled, having crashed into the TV cabinet. "Remus! We told you last year to stop sledding down the stairs!" Logan scolded, walking towards him. "You're unlucky you didn't make the TV fall off the cabinet," Janus remarked, gesturing to the TV that was now a little closer to the edge. He fixed it before turning to the mustached man. Remus sadly got off his sled and handed it to Janus, who took it outside presumably to the porch.

"Can we open gifts now?! PLEASE?!?!?" Roman begged. Patton, Virgil, and Remus joined him in front of Janus and Logan, who looked at each other and sighed. "Yes." The boys cheered. "Let's. Get. Festive!" Roman announced, all of them racing to the Christmas tree. "Okay, youngest goes first. That means our little three year old Virgil!" Virgil flinched at this. "Yup, your three year old," he murmured, tearing the wrapping paper off his first gift. Janus screwed his eyebrows together. What...? Why do I get the weird feeling he's lying? Probably a mistake. The snake shrugged and paid attention. The first gift, from Roman, was black nail polish and makeup consisting of blacks, purples, and even some grays and whites. Virgil just smirked and hugged the Prince, thanking him.

The gift unwrapping went on, and though matter how hard he tried, Janus could not shake the weird feeling in his chest about the supposed lie. Therefore he decided to confront Virgil about it after unwrapping gifts.

"This one is from... Patton," Logan read, then (somehow) neatly began unwrapping the gift, which was the last one. After all the paper was torn off, it revealed a "Make Your Own Computer" kit (idk). Logan smiled and thanked Patton, bowing his head. "Time to shove dead and cooked plants into our food holes!" Remus shouted, running over to the table. Everyone sighed at the unpleasant wording and began heading to the kitchen. "Actually-" Janus broke in, stopping everyone in their tracks. "Sorry this is probably a mistake but Virgil, you're three years old, right?" Virgil froze, his breath catching. "What are you talking about?" he questioned. Then he mentally cursed himself, of course Janus was skeptical, he had lied about his age earlier!

"We all know he's three, Janus," Patton broke in, setting a hand on Virgil's shoulder. "I want to hear it from him. You're three, correct?" he asked. Virgil nodded, knowing that it was harder for Janus to tell when something was a lie when it was not verbal. But, unfortunately for him, Janus was able to see right through it. "You're lying," Deceit said, looking confused. "That is incorrect, Janus, as just last week, at game night, he said he was three. You didn't even raise an eyebrow then," Logan chirped. Virgil glanced at Logic, then back at Janus. Anxiety and Deceit looked at each other for a few seconds, willing the other to give up. Anxiety finally sighed in defeat, looking at the ground.

"Tell us how old you are, Virgil," Janus prompted quietly, scared of the answer for some reason. After a bit of silence, Virgil spoke up.

"I'm four."