||Just a quick story/writing piece I wrote about Virus and Trip. The focus was on the similarity between the two. And a good interpretation of their sanity and their connection between each other.||

Trip x Virus x Reader Warning! Swearing and mild sexual themes! Also reader is a boss ass bitch who doesn't take any shit.

Do ask me anything

This is my new book. My names Virus and I'm using a good friend of mine's Wattpad page to get a bit of popularity. So, ask away and I'll answer any question you want. ^·^

What did Trip really feel? His motive behind the torture? Was he lonely? He craved for company. *not everything written in this may be true to the actual facts, just written out of thought and creativity.*

Trip is a lot like fog: not in an artistic or poetic way, but because he simply exists in Virus's life. Childish curiosity thrust Trip into the depths of darkness, not because he trusted that someone would be there to catch him in their arms, but rather a lack of care whether the pit he fell into would be deep enough to be fatal. It turns out that no, it was not fatal. It was not safe, either. So Virus is stuck in the haze with only his arms' length of sight to guide him through the motions. He scopes with baited breath and tugs tight on the short leash he has on Trip, fearing that the tighter he yanks the more it will fray.

You are a student and your friend Trip tries getting you and his friend Virus (who you have surprisingly never met) together. Trip and Virus are 18. Everyone will probably end up OOC but oh well, I'll at least try keeping them in character. This story will have fluff and smut... Hopefully...