ᴀ/ɴ: ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ғʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ- ᴛʜɪs ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ. ᴛʜɪs ɪs sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴀsᴛ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ. sᴏ ʜʜʜʜʜʜ-
"It was him. Oh my God it was him. He's the one. I love him. His stupid smile. His stupid fluffy hair. His stupid chuckle. Everything about him is so perfect that it's frustrating. I wrote this thinking it would turn out as a poem but creativity isn't really my department." He wrote, in his messy but sophisticated writing. Virgil sighed as he looked at the paper under him. He groaned and ripped the paper apart, leaving tiny tiny pieces of paper on his bed. He teared up and ran out his room.
Virgil bumped into a taller side. He looked up at Logan who raised an eyebrow at him. "Logan!" "Virgil..Are you adequate?" Vrigil scoffed, "Do I look 'adequate' Mr Nerd?" He said in a sarcastic tone. Logan tried so hard not to rolls his eyes up so far up into his head. "I am just looking out for your mental health. I care about you as one of your closet friends." Virgil sighed and frowned. "I know.. I just snapped. I'm sorry Lo" He said as he sniffled and wiped his tears dry. Logan smiled and hugged the shorter one shorter one(I love platonic analogical)
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Virgil was currently in Logan's room, sucking on a lollipop. Virgil was still crying as Logan tried to comfort him. Due to Patton's and Logan's recent relationship, Logan has a cup full of sweets. Virgil was resting on the floor, his head pressed against Logan's bed. "I just..I don't think it's worth it. I should just let the flowers..y'know..I'll just re evolve! And I'm always here, even if not physically." Logan looked bewildered.
"Virgil! We care for you so much! Especially Roman! You cant...You're not just Anxiety. You're Virgil..It won't be the same if another person represents Anxiety. We love you! Not anxiety. We love you sarcastic comments, your kind personality that you do show often. You're one of us." Virgil teared up listening to Logan's little speech. He tightly hugged Logan. "You're so sweet. I think Patton kinda softened you uppppp" He teased Logan.
Logan blushed, covering his face. Virgil chuckled and got up to leave. "But really Logan...Thanks." He left the room, leaving Logan happy with a slight smile.
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Virgil was locked himself in the bathroom. He knew he was going to have a coughing fit. He hasn't had one in a fucking while. He knew that he would get one soon and it would be a bad one. He was just waiting patiently for the coughing fit
About 45 minutes later, nothing came out. Vrigil was just sitting in the bathtub confused. He slowly got out the bathtub and left the bathroom. He walked over to his room and walked in. Virgil sighed, closing the door behind him
"Why aren't I coughing? I should have been coughing so much after Roman started talking about that mystery guy. At the end he said he loved this person. And that person isn't me so shouldn't I be like dead? Or close to dead. Unless he was talking about me..Oh...OH GOD- so Roman does love me? Does that mean my hanahaki is gone? Oh God!"
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Why Aren't I Coughing?||A Prinxiety Fanfic
FanfictionWhat happens when a sad emo gay person watches Sanders Sides and starts shipping two personalities of the samer person. This. This fanfiction happens. Currently rewriting :)
