Unlikely Heroes (Sander Sides au)

Sorry, what? (Chapter 8)

T.W: swearing
=~•Virgil's POV•~=
The first thing I noticed when I woke was lack of pain that I should easily have been feeling. My eyelids slowly lifted off of my eyes allowing me to see where I was. Instead of the cold, unforgiving hallway I had seen for most of my teen years, I was greeted by a soft, calm room. Am I dead? Hopefully. When my eyes had adjusted to the new light that lit up the room, I managed to make out two people hovering over me. I shot up off my back into a sitting position and turned my head around so fast my neck gave a silent click. My eyes landed on someone I knew quite well, my teacher Mr. Sanders. That was when I realised that I had most likely been taking. Oh shit! My body tensed as breathing became a chore. No I can't have another panic attack today, no sir-ree.

"What the fuck just happened!?" I felt the need to yell but my body denied it as it came out between my very ragged breath. Why do I always get into stupid, easy to avoid situations?
"Oh heh well you have powers you see and your parents always new and-" a man who looked to be in his mid-twenties began spouting ridiculous nonsense that would be seen in a cartoon dialogue.
He had dyed pink hair that curled around where it ended. His eyes were a soft blue that were covered by thick lenses glasses with a rectangular frame. The frame was not the sharp rectangle that nerds wear but more smooth and rounded ones. Freckles covered his tanned face and arms. His sepia brown cardigan covered a white polo shirt that had a shell pink necktie under its collar. He wore navy jeans with black and pink trainers on his feet.

Before the man could carry on with his absurd statement, I cut him off without a second thought. Okay I believe in powers and all that but me having them is a complete lie. In what way would the universe give a person crippling anxiety, bullies and then to top it all of powers. God I feel like some kid's Oc that has every problem in existence.

"Okay lets back track shall we. First off your delusional. Second off even if I did have 'powers' my parents would not have the slightest clue," I inform them. Why would my parents know even if I did have powers. They're not even my birth parents but supposedly they know I'm 'MaGIc'  but decided to keep it a secret for seventeen years.
"Like it or not but you do. Just look at the shadows."

I decided to just give into their little game of delusion and looked around the corners of the room. To my surprise, the shadows shook in... anticipation or something. This was quite interesting and reminded me of the other shadow that had-. Oh shit maybe their right. No no, that's what they want you to think so they can rope you in on their madness. How the golly jolly fucky is this guy a teacher?

"Well I have done it," I chuckled, "I have officially lost my mind. Must have hit my head harder than I thought and now I'm in a coma." I was laughing so much I could hardly breath. I didn't know why I was laughing so much, maybe to hide my actual suspicion of this being true. When I looked back at them they were dead serious, like completely serious. I was dragged out of my internal crisis I was now facing when I felt a shiver run down my spine. On my shoulders was a black feline creature with smoke surrounding its tail.
"Oh sugar honey iced tea," I mumbled into my shirt.
"Yep!" the enthusiastic therapist-looking character exclaimed making my cat jump.

Mr. Sanders began explaining how I got here and power shit. When he explained what he saw of my powers, memories of what had taken place flooded in.

(Earlier)
I was walking peacefully to class whilst listening to 'Hadestown' soundtrack. I was running later but I knew the teacher was never in giving us a sub instead. My thoughts were cut short as I was grabbed into what I assume was a storage cupboard a few steps away from my class. The room was completely dark but all I could focus on was the oddly loud footsteps that circled me. My eyes soon adjusted to the dark to see red and blue. I felt my feet leave the ground with zero interaction. Oh shit. This is were I die. In a supply cupboard.
Something scratched past my cheek. Not a hand but a piece of earth. I felt rock after rock hit my skin most likely leaving multiple bruises. That was until I fell and the rocks stopped. My heart sped up at the thought of being alone. The place fell silent before a two thuds echoed around the room. I made a dart for the door while tripping over what I assume was the two that pulled me in here. I came out of the closet (again) and ran to were my locker was before collapsing on the ground in pain as the hallway got darker and darker.

(Back to present)

I soon learned that the therapist dude was called Emile Picani. The room was peaceful as we watched multiple cartoons with my new cat sitting on my lap. That was until someone kicked down the door.
"THOMAS! HOLY FUCK! I FOUND A SUPER!"
He held up a snake that was a black and yellow hognose snake. The snake reminded me of someone but the only clue I had was a small bowler hat on its head. This can't be who I think it is.
"Ssssup~ bitch."
Oh my god it is. That's fucking Janus.

Thomas had taught Janus how to transform back into his sarcastic self. The room was silent before Janus spoke.
"Okay, soo let's get one thing straight-"
"That's gonna be hard," I said and everyone agreed.
"As I was saying, Virgil..., why the fuck was I a snake!"
"Well this shall take a while," Thomas sighed before going into a fall depth explanation about who we are and are powers.
"WAIT! Hold up, you can't be serious," me and Janus asked in unison.
"He's STD serious," Remus answered us.

"So we are related to-"

-Words- 1080

Ooooo cliffhanger! This one took awhile to think of and get okay. The next one will probably show the 'villains' POV's and their place in the actual story. Until next time, adios!