Prideful

1.9

Word count: 1874
Caution, over used roof scene!
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Virgil had explored every inch of the castle and it was honestly getting boring. You'd think this scenario would be the most exciting thing ever. But when you aren't really doing anything it's quite boring.

Sitting on the roof of the castle watching the sunset was way more exciting. Virgil was leaning back ignoring the dangerous height he was at watching colors dance through the sky. He stayed like this for several minutes just thing about life trying not the get anxious.

A familiar gust of magic wind blew in Virgil's face. "What do you want Tim?" Virgil said closing his eyes. It was easier to just hear them and not be looking for the voice's invisible source.

"I think I figured out a way to free you from Damion's deal, but I wanted to ask your permission."

"Jeeze you sound like your gonna stab me," Virgil waited for a response, but didn't get one, "you aren't gonna stab me, right?"

"No no no, I'm not gonna stab you," they paused, "It's just, the thing I'd have to do would make me much different Damion, and I don't want to be like that monster."

"Well I want to give you words of encouragement, but I can't really do that if you don't tell me what you going to do."

"I would have to possess you..."

Dramatic Pause.

"Huh," Virgil said.

"Huh, that's it! I, a ghost, say I would have to possess you against your will and all you say is huh!"

"Well, it wouldn't be against my will if I say you have my permission."

"You're okay with that?" Tim sounded really nervous.

"Yeah, I'd rather you possess me than Damion have any control over me," Virgil said sitting up, "so what do you have to do, do we gotta shake hands or something?"

"No, just hold still." Virgil felt another shiver run down his spine, but this time it felt more like pins and needles. The pain, if there was any, didn't last very long, but Virgil had squeezed his eyes shut.

When he opened them again he noticed someone else standing in front of him. Everything was slightly unfocused, but from what he could tell the person in front of him was slightly see-through.

"Virgil are you okay!" Virgil's eyes focused, and he noticed a pretty important detail about the person in front of him.

"OH MY GOD, you're A CHILD!" Virgil moved backward, which was quite hard considering he was sitting on a roof.

"Wow great observation I had no idea," Tim said sarcastically. They seemed to be a nine-year-old version of Thomas. Although they were not quite normal, they had a purple tint and was floating slightly of the ground. Even while floating their posture was horrendous, all while being cuddled in an oversized sweater.

"So why are you a child?" Virgil made a hand motion that seemed to be encouraging Tim to answer.

"We technically I'm older than you, but because I died at age nine I've stayed nine," Tim said floating over and sitting next to Virgil.

"So what do you possessing me to mean?" Virgil asked leaning back again.

Tim leaned back as well, "I can just control you at will, and Damion can't anymore." They both sat there for an undetermined amount of time looking up at the sky. Soon the purples and pinks faded from the sky leaving only a dark blue as stars slowly came into view.

They continued staring at the stars before Tim spoke up, "Why do you hate Janus?"

"That's pretty random."