Kidnapped and Alone- A Sanders Sides Fanfiction (Book 1)

Bait

TW: Implied abuse, mention of anorexia, mention of abuse, mention of depression.

Virgil's POV:

"Stupid, stupid, STUPID!" I shouted as we all searched the mind palace. Logan sighed and turned to face me.
"Virgil," he started. "Yelling like that isn't going to get us anywhere." I rolled my eyes, still clutching to Patton's glasses. They were the only part of him we had found...

"Guys..." I heard Roman shout from his bedroom. Me and Logan looked to each other and ran to meet Roman. I stopped at his door frame.

He was standing with his hand on the door frame to The Imagination, a gust of wind coming from the door and blowing his hair everywhere. Logan passed me and walked up next to Roman. When Roman saw he was there, he shook his head.
"I'll go get him." He said.
"What?" I asked hopefully. "You know where he is?!"

Roman turned to me. "The Imagination is only activated when one of the creative sides is inside." He gestured to the open door. "Wind. He's got to be in here." Logan nodded while I jumped up.
"YES!" I screamed running to the door. Roman grabbed my collar, stopping me from running forward. I turned to face him and he smiled sadly.

He wasn't thinking of leaving us, was he?
"Roman..." I stated.
"Virgil, it's too dangerous." I shook my head.
"We'll do this together." I tried to pull away from his grip, and he only tightened it.
"Not this time..." he stated, drawing his sword and trying to pull me out of his room.

Frantically, as Logan was trying to convince the prince to let us come with him, I unzipped my hoodie. I wouldn't be able to beat his strength, but I could outsmart him, no problem. I pulled out my arms and bolted to the door, feeling unbearably cold, and jumped through as Roman screamed after me,
"VIRGIL, VIRGIL, NO!"

I thought he was being overprotective before I landed on the other side. Now clutching my shoulders to fight the low temperature, I stood face to face with none other than Deceit. The old snake himself.

He laughed mockingly, shutting the door to The Imagination. Now I had no way out, and Roman and Logan had no way in. Noticing this, a look of fear appeared on my face and Deceit laughed lightly. I could hear Roman banging on the closed door.

"Virgil." Deceit said darkly. "I expected to see you here."

Which of course meant the opposite since he was wearing his gloves. I furrowed my brow in anger, still clutching my shoulders from the icy wind.
"Where's P-Patton?" I asked timidly. Deceit grinned darkly.
"What makes you think you can save him?" He asked dumbly. "You're the embodiment of anxiety. Everything you do only makes things a thousand times worse." He laughed coldly. "Of all people, honestly Virgil. How do you expect to find him?"

I shook my head. Everything he spoke was lies. I cared too much about Patton to give up now. Why should I listen to him? He was the embodiment of lies. And...and I was the embodiment of anxiety. The least qualified person to be out here trying to help Patton.

Oh, what was I thinking? Roman was the brave one. He could fight his way past Deceit easily. Logan was the logical one. He could outsmart Deceit and make his way to Patton with no problem. But me...I was the anxious one. The one who overthought everything. And by overthinking things, I often missed what was happening in the real world and didn't notice when bad things happ—

And in the middle of my thought about overthinking, I overthought the situation and fell to the ground from the impact of Deceit's punch to my gut. This was why I was unqualified. This right here. Deceit laughed at how hopeless I looked.
"What's wrong, Virgil? Be a man! Get up, will you?" He mocked. I didn't want to. I really didn't want to. But I had to. For Patton.

So I slowly brought myself to my feet and steadied myself against the locked door (which I could still feel Roman banging on). Deceit looked surprised. Like he hadn't expected me to get back up. If I'm being honest, I hadn't expected it either.

Wiping the dirt off of my shirt, I faced Deceit and smiled.
"What's wrong Deceit? Are you nervous?"
Deceit shook his head violently.
"Never." He scowled. But, I knew he was lying. After all, he hadn't been telling the truth this entire time.

I nodded. "OK." Deceit scowled.
"I'll ask again. Where's Patton." I asked firmly.

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Patton's POV:

Now covered in countless bruises and cuts, I decided I ought to be more careful about my choice of wording. Everything hurt, and Remus had decided I shouldn't eat for a few days due to my "outburst".

The way he said "outburst" just made me feel like a child. But deep down, I knew that's how everyone saw me. Even Virgil, Logan, and Roman.

I couldn't believe they had kept those secrets from me for so long...
Roman having anorexia? I could have helped him if he had just asked. What, did they think they needed to protect me or something?
Logan having depression? He could have talked to me about things instead of having me get Roman. Sure, Roman was great, but why did he feel like he couldn't tell me?
And then there's Virgil...he refused to tell me about the nightmares. Maybe it wasn't just me. Maybe nobody else knew...

But I knew that probably wasn't the case. The worst part of all of this, they were hurting...and felt like they couldn't come to me. Because they had to "protect" me.

I sat there in that chair in the middle of the cold room sobbing to myself. It didn't matter. They had failed to get me the first time, who's to say they wouldn't fail again? The first fail resulted in a much colder location change and a very harsh beating from Remus.

Remembering the beating, my bruises suddenly ached all together and I winced, looking down at my black and blue legs, still blurry from losing my glasses. Everything hurt. Why...why...?

That's when I heard it. Virgil's voice...

Turning to the very small barred window of the room, I scooted closer and peered outside. I couldn't make much of the blurry scene before me, but I swear I saw two figures standing there.

One of them was clearly Deceit. He stood out obviously from the rest of them. The other one sounded like Virgil, but it didn't look like he was wearing his hoodie...

Maybe it was just because of my bad eyesight.

Deceit talked quietly for a second before punching Virgil in the gut.
Just like...what would have happened when Virgil was growing up.
Oh no...he couldn't relive that pain, he couldn't...

"VIRGIL!" I screamed. He didn't respond. Maybe he couldn't hear me...
"VIRGIL" I screamed again.
"Oh, he can't hear you." Came Remus's voice causing me to flinch. "We're in The Imagination. Anything is possible here. This room is sound proof, so don't even try." He stated firmly. I swallowed deciding I didn't want to get on his bad side again. He would only get mad. And when he got mad...

I brushed off the memories and frowned. Virgil...he was getting up. He would be OK...he would...

Remus chuckled, also watching the fight. "Interesting..." he stated. "But...why don't we make it a little more interesting."
I swallowed fearfully. "What...What do you mean?" I asked.
Remus nodded. "Yes. I think what we really need is to tempt him with some bait."
I squinted at him. When he saw this, Remus rolled his eyes.
"Don't worry. You'll understand soon."