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Virgil- age 13

Nightmare ~~~~

I snap my eyes open to see myself standing in the middle of a hallway, wearing a purple hoodie and black shoes. My body feels oddly bigger than before and I glance around, looking around for Mom or even Dad.

The hallway is decorated by frames and frames of pictures. I faintly see a picture of four people laughing and smiling. I edge a little closer to the photo and feel confusion overtake me.

In the photo is an older me with three other guys. One stands beside me with round glasses and a plate of cookies, laughing, and his head on someone’s shoulder, the one, dressed professionally with rectangular glasses, standing next to him is smiling while taking a cookie, and the last one is standing next to me with a fake golden crown and an arm wrapped around my shoulders.

I let my eyes wander over the guys, taking note of how they look, before going back to me. I’m wearing the same clothes I’m wearing right now. My eyes have small bags under them and I look pale. Even though I look like death, I’m smiling, wearing a crooked black crown, and resting my head against the arm wrapped around my shoulders.

I rip my gaze away from the odd picture and see a door from the corner of my eye. It’s painted purple and has my name in black on it. I walk towards the door, hearing a faint creaking noise with each step. I reach the door and open it while walking in.

I’m in a room decorated with purple and gray colors. A bed covered with purple and dark grey pillows and blankets. I walk towards the bed when I see a dragon plushie on it along with a long oddly curved pillow. My face oddly heats up for some reason and I feel myself blush and look away. A small shuffled noise echoes through the room.

Confused, I look around and hear a knock. My eyes land on a door near the bed and walk towards it, anxiously looking for mom or dad to come out and say surprise or anything at all.

The door leads to a different long hallway as I cautiously stepped out and looked down it. The hallway is dark and no pictures are seen.

“Mom? Dad?” I called out softly. I wait for a response while staring down the hallway. I flinch as I spot a fast moving shadow moving across the hallway. I pause and wait in the shadows to see it again.

I see nothing but pitch blackness for the past minute and edge farther down the dark hallway. I think I’m about halfway down the hall when I smell something and start to gag and cough.

The horrible disgusting smell fills my nose and lungs as my stomach make me heave. I can feel my throat attempting to close up and cover my face with my hoodie sleeve, coughing and wheezing.

I run down the hallway in hopes of running out of the smell when I meet a dead end.

Soon, the hallway morphed into a hall of mirrors of different sizes and conditions. The smell gets stronger and overpowers the fabric over my mouth and I dry heave again. I cough and begin to feel my eyes swell up with tears from the horrible smell.

I shut my eyes and hurriedly glance at the mirrors one more time and spot many, many dead bodies piled up against them and surrounding me. The blood pools around me as the smell gets stronger. I start to choke and my throat closes up. I can’t breath.

I whimper and shut my eyes tight to block out the image as I feel myself begin to fall into a strange dark abyss.

I take one last quick look to see if it’s gone and lock eyes with the most bright dark green eyes I have ever seen. They peer at me through the mirror over the bodies, it’s body the shadow I had seen. I see a smile before it goes dark.

I fall into the abyss with fear and confusion gripping my heart and mind.

Nightmare over ~~~

My eyes snap open and I sit up as far as I can. I wheeze and gulp down fresh air to forget the horrible disgusting smell that terrorized me in that nightmare. I feel my eyes water as fear grips my heart and squeezes. I sob and cry as I hear a concerned voice and turn to see the reflection of me in the mirror at the side of my bed looking at me with concern.

The reflection of me in the mirror is V and I am me. We met a long time ago when I was 7 but I’ve never attempted to be friends with him because of him being a reflection of me. It just seemed too weird.

I shake my head and wipe the tears from my face, sniffling.

“Nothing V, just a bad dream. What is today?” I ask as I get up, still wiping my face.

I hear shuffling and look up to see V pointing at a falling card in front of the mirror. It lands on the floor as I bend down to grab it. My eyes are sore and my nose is stuffy as I pick it up.

The card is folded delicately into a purple envelope as I pull it out. The card reads “Happy Birthday Virgil!!” on the front. I smile at V and begin to open it to find more words on the inside.

“It’s your 13th birthday, Virgil! I hope you have an amazing day and that you get what you wish for when you blow out the candles on the cake later! I hope we can be real friends soon! ~V,” I smile wider and look at V.

“Of course we can be real friends, V! I’m sorry I haven’t really talked to you. It’s just going to take some time to get used to talking to myself in the mirror,” I joke while nervously laughing. V snickers before copying my movements and becoming a reflection in the mirror.

I stop laughing and hurriedly fix my hair to hide my eyes as my mom opens the door to my room and glances around. I give her a questioning stare as she speaks.

“Oh! Sorry, Sweetie. I just thought I heard you talking to someone in here or something. Happy 13th birthday, my baby boy!!!” She says with a smile before hugging me tight. I laugh as Mom kisses my face a few too many times and I try to wriggle out of her embrace.

“Mooooommmmm!!!” I whine to her as she laughs before dramatically fake sobbing.

“My baby boy is growing up!!! Soon you’ll be in college and I won’t ever see you again!!” She dramatically exclaims before letting me go. I shake my head and fix my hair as she laughs.

“Come on, Virgil. I made your favorite strawberry pancakes for breakfast. Your father will be here soon,” she said as she walked towards the door with me trailing after her. An unsure smile crosses my face at the mention of dad coming back home today. I nervously play with my hands as I trail after Mom.

“Will dad be staying for cake and ice cream? How long will he stay?” I ask as we walk down stairs. Mom smiles at me before nodding.

“Of course he’ll stay, Sweetie. And for however long you want him to Sweetie, it’s your birthday, after all,” she said as we walked into the kitchen. The smell of strawberry pancakes eases my worries and I happily hop up on a chair at the table and eat.

I pause eating and listen as I hear a door open. I snap my head towards the front door to see dad walking in. My eyes widen as I jump back down and rush toward him. My anxiety comes back as I rush to embrace him and I pray to the gods that he doesn’t smell like Aunt Carrie.

“Dad!!!” I shout as I hug him. He hugs me back and I take a deep breath before stopping halfway. I crane my head back and give Dad a sad questioning look.

“Dad, why do you smell Aunt Carrie again?” I ask with watering eyes as he lets me go and glances at me. He ignores my question and continues to act normal.

“Hey buddy! Happy birthday! Gosh, you’re getting so big!!” He tries to mess with my hair but I back up before he can and dart behind Mom, who was watching at the entrance to the kitchen.

Anxiety grips my lungs tighter as I sense the aura change. I feel Mom stiffen as Dad tries to give her a kiss on her cheek. I get terrified as the air seems to boil and rush up the stairs to my room.

I close the door as I can faintly hear Mom’s angry voice and Dad’s rising tone. I go to my bed and sink down to the floor. I feel my eyes well up with tears as I can hear Mom and Dad fighting. I bury my head into my knees and block it out. My tears feel like fire as they stream down my face.

I feel someone hugging me and I break down farther. I calm down a bit as they rub my back and start to breath better. My eyes blur out the figure hugging me as they backed up and disappeared again. I cry harder and whimper as I begin to crave the reassuring hug to calm me down. My chest hurriedly rises and falls down as anxiety and panic grip my heart.

I feel a grip on my wrist pull me up and I’m in someone’s arms as they shush me and calm me back down. They pull me to the window over looking the hills that surround my house and open it.

They step out onto the fire escape and pull me with them. I wipe my face away and try to calm down my burning sore eyes. I blink after I get most of the tears away and look around.

The sky is blue and purple with clouds. The sunlight gently touches the hills and highlights the green trees.

“A beautiful glorious morning for an ugly awful day,” I thought to myself as I begin to calm down.

I finally look at the figure to see V holding a round small chocolate cake with a single lit rainbow candle in the center.

My eyes well up with tears again, but from surprise and genuine happiness. I hug V as he hugs back with one arm and smiles at me.

“Thank you so much, V. I can always count on you to help me feel better on the worst of days even though I just started talking to you today, ya know?” I say with a sniffle and raspy voice as V hugs me tighter.

“Of course, Virgil. You can always count on me. I’ll always be there, I promise,” I pull away to look at him in his, my, brown eyes with my bloodshot ones.

“Pinky promise?” I ask while holding out my pinky. He laughs and wraps his pinky around mine.

“Yes. I pinky promise to always be there, no matter the cost,” V softly ends before stepping back with the lit cake and singing happy birthday to me.

At the end of the song, I blow out the candle and eat cake and play games with V. The fighting between Mom and Dad lasted throughout the night like me and V’s small birthday party.

However, little did I know that I had gained a best friend that would be there for me whenever I called and for however long I say he can stay without getting him hurt.

And that is how I, Virgil Crown, became friends with a reflection of myself, named V.

Hello and HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!! These last few weeks/months have been stressful as hell and I finally got enough time to write this one shot and post it but I genuinely hope you guys had a good or okay couple of days. Goodbye sleeping schedule! Hello insomnia!!

Spoiler alert: the next time I post with be the actual first chapter of the Reflection Au instead of the one-shots I’ve been posting. The one-shots are kinda like background hints and pieces that you guys can put together like a puzzle!

Anyway I have to go and find time to write the first chapter! Until next time!

I just… felt like Patton and Virgil are the perfect cliche romcom anime protagonists…

srsly tho this is absolutely a thing that dudes do all the f***ing time

like where if he knows a girl doesn’t necessarily want to give him a hug, he will trap her in this position in front of witnesses where she has 2 options- both of which are undesirable for her, while simultaneously desirable for him

if she doesn’t want to hug him, whatever she does, it will suck for her.

she can 1. say nah and be the fucking asshole in front of other ppl or 2. forsake her corporeal boundaries and allow unwanted intimate contact

So I was on the transit bus alone one time. This was my first time riding, and so already I was PETRIFIED. I sit down, pull out my ipod, and begin to play some games. This guy sits down next to me, and begins trying to have a conversation. I don’t really respond, I don’t even look at him, just give half-hearted “mhm”s and “oh”s, as I don’t want to be rude if he was just striking up a friendly conversation. He then asks me on a date.

Now, as I stated before, I already was absolutely petrified. My heart stopped and I didn’t know how to answer. So I just didn’t. He didn’t let up and I could feel his eyes on me. I quietly stammer out a “no thanks” and my stop HAPPENS to be coming up, so I pull the string thing to let the driver know I want to stop there, and once we stop and the doors open I get up and he asks me, “Well, can I at least have a hug before you go if you won’t go on a date with me?” 

This makes me break. There are now people staring, as we are the only people standing up and not getting off… So I just start crying. Hell, I am bawling almost instantly. He looks so fucking freaked out and people are now getting up to come over and comfort me/question him. I don’t stop crying, and he keeps trying to comfort me by touching me, and people are yelling at him for that. 

AND THEN. AND. FUCKING. THEN. THE GOD DAMN BUS DRIVER. A VERY EASILY 6 FOOT BURLY MAN. COMES OVER TO US. PULLS THE GUY AWAY. AND KNEELS DOWN. HE THEN ASKS, IN THE MOST CALM VOICE, “Did you request the stop?” I very slowly and shakily nod, as I am still crying my eyes out. He then asks, “Do you want to get off?” I give a quiet “mhm” and nod once again, and he offers me his hand. I take it, he stands up, and he escorts me off the bus. He asks me questions such as where I was going next, if I was going to meet someone shortly, if I was going to transfer buses from there. He was very polite and waited for me to answer the entire time, and my friend (who I was going to be meeting there) showed up. He asked me if this was someone I knew, I said yes, and he said alright, have a good day. He then told me- and this is something stuck in my mind forever, so it is word for word-

“If some guy EVER starts harassing you like that again, do exactly what you did there. Cry. Cry and scream and have a temper tantrum. Not only will it throw him off, but it will get others to notice. They might not interfere, they might, but you will have gotten their attention and if you happen to go missing the next day the search for you will be a hell of a lot easier because everyone in that location will have seen you screaming and crying with a guy now very awkward with his actions. They will know. That is what my daughter did, and three days after she went missing she was back in my arms. I pray for you and every other person like you who has this done. You stay safe now, okay?” And after I began blubbering again, I nodded and he left.

It: 1. Gives them a sense of urgency in the situation, as the eye contact is a way to make them feel as though you are personally asking for their help and it is now their obligation to help. 2. Contains words so that if you’re in a public place but people aren’t necessarily watching, then they (as natural evesdroppers) can overhear the attention-grabbing words and then notice the situation. Note, this does NOT mean that they will come for help, but you might be able to look someone in the eye (as previously mentioned) or just get some people’s attention. 3. It shows that you have fight in you. As with rapists, those who are physically aggressive (ie. these huggers) choose women they see as an easy target. The moment you show them you are going/willing to fight them, they are less likely to continue. Sadly, this is not always the case, but every little bit helps.

So I used to be hot when I was young. I mean, model hot, because I actually used to model. Even now, I’ve let myself go on purpose because I was tired of the harassment. But I fit a UK size 6 with a pert ass from volleyball and a cup c breast. As you can imagine, I couldn’t wear anything or go ANYWHERE without being harassed. I sometimes even happened in church.

Anyway, I’m not a shrinking lily, and when I get angry enough I can do some crazy shit. So here are some of my coping mechanisms:

1) find a matronly looking lady, run up to her with ‘aunt may! I haven’t seen you in ages! ’ then whisper ‘please help he’s harassing me!’. 99.9 times out of 100, she will be scandalised and help you anyway even if she’s annoyed or in a hurry. If no older lady is available, find a younger one, or a nun, or a trans lady. We of the sisterhood know what it is to be harnessed, and I guarantee if you look frightened enough, they will help.

2) If you are out alone at night, and someone is following you, spot a house or apartment where the lights are on and knock, asking ‘mum’ or ‘dad’ or ‘john’ to let you in. Even if the people inside are annoyed, odds are they won’t turn you away, and you can phone someone to pick you up, or phone the police from a safe space

3) Make noise. Cry and scream loudly, call them out ‘i don’t know you and you are terrifying me! Please get away from me!’ if there are people around. Even if they don’t help directly for fear of their own safety, someone around you is calling security or 911.

4) speak a foreign language. If you know it, speak the language to them fast and incessantly, like you have just met someone you knew and you’re just giving the best performance rant of why your OTP is the best OTP. Make yourself ANNOYING. Think about what would be awkward and annoying to you and make it what you do to them. If you make them think YOU are something to get away from they will leave you in peace.

Now beware, the following ones are the CRAZY ones and may not always work. But they are a valid last resort:

5) stare at them. Stare at them like you’re hungry and they are a hapless deer you’re going to tear to pieces. Like yours the girl from the ring emerging from the TV to kill them. Don’t smile, don’t change your expression. DON’T BLINK. Hold their state like you’re Wednesday Adams about to do unspeakable things to a spider, and they are the spider. Even the most courageous of stalkers balk at this, but if they don’t…

6) Use the Hannibal Lector. After staring at them for and extended period of time (imagine all the things that have made you scared, imagine you could get revenge on them for putting you here, that’s the thought you need to have), if they are getting closer to you, whisper something like ‘i would fry your liver in garlic’. Even the hardiest ones will be taken aback, but keep it up while making sure you don’t let the others hear you. Things like, occult star readings requiring blood, wondering whether he is the offering the spirits sent. If you’re on this site you’ve read some weird shit at least once. Tell him that. Tell him you would like him to meet your lord, Vlad the Impaler, who requires much blood to be appeased. Be a stereotypical ‘crazy bitch’ like they see in the movies. Believe it or not, this has worked for me twice.

Above all, banish the notion that you have to be polite.

They were impolite by approaching you. If you can, ignore them. If you are not alone, pointedly put headphones in your ear, and don’t make eye contact, wait for them to realise that ‘youre a bitch anyway’ and move away. If you are alone, evade and find places and ways to fix that as soon as POSSIBLE.

Never underestimate the power of a good “EXCUSE me????”

Legit. It makes people STOP IN THEIR TRACKS. This is the one I whip out when people start swearing at me over the headset and always, without fail, they stop what they’re saying, shocked.

Go for offended, and go for loud. Not yelling loud, but giving-your-best-presentation loud. “EXCUSE me??? You approached me two minutes ago, I don’t even know your name, and you want WHAT? Creep.”

For one, the presentation will shock them. For another, that indignant tone? EVERYONE AROUND YOU IS GOING TO WANT TO LISTEN TO THIS JUICY SHIT.

Now the second key here is, DON’T LET HIM JADE (justify, argue, defend, explain). He smiles and goes “I just wanted–” FUCKING INTERRUPT HIM. Firmly. Irritably. “I heard what you wanted, and I’ve already declined once. Maybe you should go back to kindergarten where they teach you no means no.” Run right over the fucker. He’s not respecting your words, you don’t need to respect his.

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