Patton: Theres Only One Thing Worse Than An Hater *removes Paper Above Hater To Reveal Virgil, Making

Patton: There’s only one thing worse than an hater *removes paper above hater to reveal Virgil, making it ‘Virgil Hater’*

Deceit and Remus: UH Virgil!

Logan, Patton and Roman: No-

Roman: Am I ready? Emotionally? No Physically? No Spiritually? No Let’s go!

Virgil: hey, ro

Roman, eating chips and not looking up from his phone: what?

Virgil: ya know what we should do?

Roman: what?

Virgil: overthrow the government

Roman: and make smores

Virgil: we don’t have marshmallows

Roman: Well, then *sigh* we’ll do the government thing

Roman: she was poetry, but he couldn’t read

Virgil: his name is Jared, he’s nineteen

Accepting Deceit Chpt.1

WARNING; 

SYMPATHETIC DECEIT (ik some  people don’t need warnings for this lil’ slimy boi but some do and thats okay too!),

crying, 

sadness, 

panic attack

Hi guys! So, @ab-artist commented on my first post (deceit freakin’ sanders) about me making my ‘Deceit freakin sanders’ post a chaptered story. I really liked this idea and I got their permission to make this (it was their idea to do make it a chapter story.) So. Who’s READY!

Word; 1111

Virgil liked to think he understood what the road to ruin looked like. To him, when he was so far down that path himself, it was a lack of sleep, an overindulgence in alone time, refusing to talk with others. He knew all people were different, and they coped with things differently but he did not expect this from the one and only Deceit freakin Sanders.

It all started with a petty argument. Thomas had double booked himself. They were talking it out, and the idea of lying was brought up. Of course, everyone in the room tensed, waiting for a certain snake to pop up. But, he did not. The five (Roman, Logan, Patton, Virgil and Thomas) stood in silence. Virgil, like the others, decided this was a good thing. But something didn’t sit well with him. The others dismissed this too quickly. He stayed silent before he eventually sunk out almost as soon as a conclusion was reached. He probably should've expected Patton to come and make sure he was okay.

“Yeah, popstar, I just didn’t sleep well,” Virgil lied. Patton raised his eyebrow.

“You sure, Virge?” Virgil nodded, giving a lazy half smile. 

“You wanna watch a movie? Mulan? I think I still have the DVD here somewhere...”

It was the same setting, different problem. Thomas liked two people at the same time and he didn’t know which one he wanted. Virgil’s level of anxiety had increased? What if one of them found out about the other? What if-

No surprises, but Roman and Patton were conflicted. Patton didn’t want to hurt either male and Princey didn’t know which one could be ‘the prince of their dreams’. Logan was the only calm headed one there.

“If one of them brings up the other, you could lie?” And again, a tension spread throughout the room. Again, no snake popped up. Virgil frowned before he finally realised what was going on. Oh. Oh.

He didn’t even wait for a solution before he sunk down. He found himself in his room and he sprinted, going to the place he tried so desperately to keep himself away from. He knocked on the yellow door before it finally opened. Once Deceit saw it was Virgil outside, he desperately tried to shut the door again, but Virgil pushed through. The stench hit him first. How long had Deceit stayed in his room? The look on Deceit’s face shocked him as well. It was anger, but it was so much deeper. His eyes were watering and his body shaking.

“Well? Here to laugh at me? Kick me out of my own room? What do you want? I stopped showing up because you all clearly love me!” Virgil stayed where he was.

“Deceit,” Virgil said and Deceit flinched. “Dee.I think you’re having a panic attack.” The shaking only increased. “Can I touch you?” Dee shook his head wildly. “Okay, thats okay. But I need you to sit down on the floor - look, I’ll do it too.” Deceit lowered himself to the floor, and Virgil sat cross-legged across from him. “Okay? Focus on my voice. I need you to breathe in for four seconds, okay? Hold it for seven.” Virgil counted with his fingers. “Breathe out for eight. Good, you’re doing great, Dee. We’ll do it again, okay? Count it out with your fingers with me?” It took three or four more times before Dee was breathing regularly. “Okay, are you grounded? Can you give me five things you can see?”

“You, the floor... the bed... uh, the, uh, uhh-”

“It's okay, take a deep breath, go through it slowly,” Virgil said.

“Five... you. The bed. The floor. The window. The dust... Does that count?” Virgil nodded.

“Four things you can hear?”

“Your voice, my voice, the prince’s playlist - it’s so loud all the time - and uh...” There was a brief silence. “Footsteps.”

“Very good,” Virgil said, extending his foot and kicking the door closed and it automatically locked. “Three things you can smell?”

“This room, your hoodie - do you even wash it? - and... cookies?” Virgil could indeed smell cookies. Probably Patton.

“Two things you can feel?”

“The floor, my shirt? No, that’s stupid-”

“It works,” Virgil said. “One thing you can taste?”

“The regret in your voice.” Virgil snorted.

“I have to give you that one, don’t I?”

“Yes, you do. I’m sensitive.” Virgil giggled at that.

“No, princey's sensitive, you’re just... you,” Virgil said.

“Don’t sound so disappointed,” Dee said, gripping his sleeve.

“I’m not. Heaven knows you’re better than I am -”

“Very true,” Dee said, resulting in Virgil giggling again. “You’re giggle is so high pitched!”

“It fucking adorable, mate, and I will fight you on this.” The two sat in a comfortable silence. “Dude, you stink!”

“So does your hoodie!”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Dee went quiet again.

“I just felt unwelcome. So, I just thought, that if I stopped showing up-”

“Then the feeling would go away? Been there, felt that.”

“How did you get over it?” Virgil thought back

“They accepted me.” Dee snorted.

“They’d all rather die,” he said. It was meant to sound casual, but his voice was thick.

“Do you know they used to scream when I came into the room? And princy? Oh god, it was like he found out his least favourite person was doing better than him. Logan didn’t care - like, at all. He pretended I didn’t exist. And Patton... well, he was just scared,” Virgil said.

“Why-”

“And Thomas? Oof, he just blatantly refused to acknowledge me sometimes. They accepted me because they had to. Because they realised they could use the good parts of me. In fact, they only really recently accept the bad parts too. And it’s not just me, we constantly have to real princy in. He wanted to move into a bouncy castle the other day. And Patton just follows whoever shouts the loudest, which is usually Roman. And Logan doesn’t admit he’s wrong,” Virgil said. “We all have to work on ourselves, none of us is perfect.” There was a silence before Dee cleared his throat.

“Don’t say oof. You’re not twelve.” Virgil stared at the snaky boi for a moment, completely bewildered before he burst out laughing.

“I just spilt my heart out and thats all you can say?”

“I don’t do emotions, they’re complicated and they suck!” Virgil giggled again.

“Then it seems you’ll fit right in.”

Original post / one / two / three / four / five

*over text*

Virgil; I wanna make a gay account on Christian Mingle

Roman; OMG. DO IT

Virgil; I was kinda joking but nOW I HAVE TO

Roman: YOU DO