| Virgil | angst |

Part 3: Getting Ready

(recap)

Shaped like roman sash. I̴̲̺̒̕t̶̞̂̅̑͘'̷̮̜̂̑̈́s̵̛̲͙̿̈ ̶̲̤̈́͒f̴͎͈͚̠̿̆́ī̸̢̜̂͑̚ń̶̮̟̠͓̈ę̷̤͚̳̓͌͒

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I stood over the robot. The wiring now exposed to the cold air. I watched as the holes, that were supposed to be eyes, went dark once again. I let out a sigh, watching as my hot breath cut through the cold air. I went back to the weaponry to see if there were any more practice dummies for short-ranged combat. I was disappointed when I saw that all that remained of the short-ranged dummies were reduced to wires and scraps of metal that wasn't even close to salvageable. I went back to the field. If you look real close at the ground, you can see the blood. Shed from the hours of training enforced by Logan. I flinched thinking about the Training we went through. Thomas was just a teenager and I was barely seven years old. The war was caused by Thomas trying to figure himself out. All I'm gonna say is that I never thought the light sides could be so ruthless. I̵͒̚͜t̸͉̽͜'̷͖͒͆s̶͈̰̅ ̶͒͝ ͜͝f̶̝̓i̴̯̋n̸̯̎e̴̡̿... We- no, the light sides won. I was just a naive kid.

I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard the alarm go off. It was Thomas's alarm to wake up. I sprinted back through the field, the hallway. up the stairs, past the control room, into my room. Into my safe space. We all have one, a safe space, one that NO ONE no matter how powerful can enter except the owner. I've never seen anyone else's safe space, and I didn't want to. Princey probably had piles after piles of Disney movies. Logan most likely has a giant library. And Patton probably just has tons of stuffed animals. But me? I have something none of you guys would probably expect. It's just a field of buttercups. It just goes on endlessly. I adored flower crowns. And the bright petals of the common flower. I stayed there for a while.

I realized a light tug on my chest. It was harder to summon sides when they're in their second 'room'. I exited my safe space and my room. I walked up the hall to the main control room. I walked into the small dark room. 

Princey was finishing up the dream sequence. I greeted Logan and Patton, I knew better than to talk to Princey when he was finishing a dream. I did it once, and once was enough. I sat down in my chair. I didn't touch anything. I knew better than that. I watched as the room lit up, the screen in front of us showing what Thomas was seeing. He woke up to his alarm. He was going to snooze it. Logan and I both pressed a button on our control pads simultaneously, reminding Thomas of an important event happening today. We watched as he got up and put on some slippers. As he was getting up I called the music sides. "Hey, turn on a song." I whispered into the phone. "got it." I heard through the phone. I hung up. I heard as they turned on "Put Your Records On" by Corinne Bailey Rae. Patton started swaying to the music. I gave a small smirk but stopped and looked back at the screen. Thomas was picking clothes. Ugh. This is about the time Princey and I would get in a fight. I didn't care though. We were going to a cookout later that day. I suggested a white shirt, flannel, and jeans. And of course, Princey argues that it's 'too basic'. "Well, it's better to be basic rather than being the center of attention at an event that isn't ours," I argued back at him. Logan took my side, agreeing that basic clothing would be better than standing out. Thomas changed and walked out of his room. He went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth and hair. 

Then he went to the kitchen. I just wanted to get a coffee, Logan wanted something healthy, and Patton wanted waffles. Roman agreed with Patton for waffles. We settled on waffles with fruit with coffee for a drink. 'That's way too much.' i thought to myself. I rubbed my eyes and sat up straight. I felt a pair of eyes on me. I brushed it off as just a feeling. I stayed on high alert. While I was thinking, Thomas finished his food. I took a deep breath, I couldn't have Thomas being anxious this early in the morning. One wrong move and get medicated. I was medicated once, and I won't make the same mistake twice. I tried to get the thought out of my head. I turned my attention back to the screen. Thomas was in the kitchen. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see it. Thomas had a knife block in there and I could not look at that many knives at once. I felt the eyes back on me. I took another deep breath. I calmed down. It̸͉̽͜'s̶͈ f̶i̴n̸e̴  now.

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so sorry for the delay on this chapter.

I haven't had any motivation on anything.

I wanted to get a chapter out for Halloween! :)