True Deceit

Chapter 2: Virgil

Virgil entered the dark void of space, orienting himself in the shady living room. There was a green curtain hitched to the window, a black leather couch, and a giant portrait of Janus, Remus and Virgil which hung on the wall. Virgil felt his stomach flip as he saw his entire face had been scribbled out during one of Deceit's fits of anger, the very night Virgil swore to leave the dark sides forever.

Virgil hastily glanced away, spotting Remus atop the sofa.

"Virgil!" Remus beamed, lifting his hands to his mouth. "I'm so excited to see you, it's been so long!"

Virgil rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sort of nice to see you too, I guess." He was unsurprised to see Deceit only a few meters away, smirking as he waved. "Give me back my Journal, you dishonest devilish snake!"

Janus frowned, pacing towards him. "How is it that I'm the dishonest one, when you have a journal full of secrets just waiting to be spilt?" Virgil moved back a few steps, the curdling of worry ripe in his stomach. "You claim to hate liars, but your friends certainly don't know you as well as they know me."

Virgil let out a half-hearted laugh. "Seriously? The light sides don't even know your real name!"

Remus grinned on the side, taking a bite from a stick of deodorant. "Oooooooh!"

"Oh, poor, poor Virgil," Janus pouted. "You mean they haven't told you yet?"

"Told me what? Guys, tell me!" His cheeks were flushed red with fear.

"Why don't you go and ask them? Unless... you'd prefer to hear second hand news from a snake?" Deceit voiced slyly.

Virgil quickly shouted. "Tell me now, I want to know now!" He lunged forward, landing on top of Janus with a heavy thwack. He fought to pry open the snake's fingers, but with his superior strength Deceit easy flipped him onto his back and pinned him to the ground.
"This is why your true side is paranoia!" Janus cooed evilly, shaking the book above his eyes as he pressed Virgil's head against the ground.

Virgil screamed. "I am Thomas's anxiety!"

Janus raised his hand threateningly, and Virgil silenced. He could feel his breathing tight in his chest, and his heart thumping mercilessly beneath his skin.

Janus took the liberty of trapping him still for a few more moments, before releasing him and standing to his feet. Virgil scrambled, relieved Deceit didn't revert back to his older ways and strike him across the face.

Remus frowned sulkily. "You guys, fight isn't even something I like the thought of. Why don't we just go and eat some rat poop or something?" Virgil and Janus both glared with frustrated at the Duke. "What?"

"I'm leaving!" Virgil yelled.

"Good, and when you get back maybe I'll return your journal, if you're ready to return to the dark side!" Janus sneered.

Virgil growled before slowly rising up into the living room. 

"Thomas?" He whispered tautly, wrapping an arm around his stomach. Rising up always made him feel nauseous.

Thomas stirred, before sitting up alertly. "W-what's wrong Virgil," Thomas spoke sleepily, instinctively gripping onto the couch fabric tightly. "Did I leave the oven on?"

"No." Virgil replied strongly, before worriedly thinking aloud. "Wait, actually, maybe we did, should we check?" Virgil groaned at his own anxiety, hastily shook his head. "Ugh, no, that's not why I'm here, don't worry about the oven."

"Don't worry about the oven?" Thomas repeated in a confused voice. "You've never said that before. Is something wrong, are you not feeling well?"

Virgil rolled his eyes, leaning over to flick on the light switch. The room illuminated, brightening the darkness.

"No Thomas, I need to talk to you about something important. It's about Deceit."