Welcome to Victorian England. Virgil Blair, Patton Moore, Janus Griffis, Roman Presscot, Remus Presscot and Logan Roberts are all patients admitted to Sanders Lunatic Asylum. ----------------------- A shiver runs down my spine as I look up at the building, a firm grip on my wrist as a nurse walks towards me. "Mr Blair?" she asks my mother while motioning to me. "Yes. Thank you." My mother replies. I start to stumble backwards towards the carrige I just got out from when I notice two hands on either of my arms. I feel my body moving closer to the building as it's darkness englufs me.

[Sanders Sides, is an amazing thing created by Thomas Sanders, this is just a fanfic.] So, okay. Virgil, even now, wouldn't say that he's a part of the group. There was the Light Sides, the Dark Sides, an He was just Virgil. Kinda stuck in between in his own special but tiny box. And up until now, Virgil thought that the Light Sides were fine with that like the Dark Sides were. But, the answer was, apparently, no. Or, at least it was a semi-unanimous no. Sure, Virgil wasn't happy to know that, but why did he have to learn about it through stupid anti-anxiety pills...?