Written for @golden-honeyhoney and based on her prompt:Â âCheer up tickles for Virgil, with one or more ler!â I feel like I could have written this better. Once again, its a longer drabble. I get too carried away with story elements, but I hope you all still enjoy it.
I apologize for lateness. I had some set backs, but I still feel like it came out ok.
(Ships): Can be taken as Moxiety, doesnât have to be.
It was about 2:00 pm and the mind palace was strangely quiet. With Logan and Roman working in the real world on one of Thomasâs personal projects, it left the whole place to the remaining two aspects. This was one of the only instances where Virgil could listen to music in the living room without being disrupted or humiliated by the other two traits. Patton never bothered Virgil while he was in his âzoneâ unless he had a good reason too, which the darker aspect was extremely thankful for. However, it was at this particular moment that he kind of wanted to be bothered.
Virgil had been depressed lately and he really didnât know why. Granted his dark and brooding music wasnât really helping, but at least it drowned out his negative thoughts. Patton must have noticed his dreary mood, because whenever the happy aspect would pass by him, he would linger in the same room as him for a considerable amount of time.
Virgil caught on pretty quick to Pattonâs antics. He had tolerated it for a couple hours before hand until he had had enough and wanted to know what was on his âdadâsâ mind. At the moment, Patton was in the living room with him very slowly organizing some misplaced objects that the other sides had left scattered about earlier. While still looking like he was listening to music, Virgil kept a watchful eye out waiting for him to leave the room. Once Patton did, the darker aspect took it as an opportunity to confront him.
He rose from his spot, stopped his music, and rounded the corner into the hallway he saw the parental trait walk into. He suddenly stood still when he noticed that Patton was nowhere in sight. Virgil scratched his head thoughtfully. He couldnât have just disappearedâŠcould he?
He was about to venture further down the hallway when his question was answered by two arms swiftly hugging him from behind, and wrapping themselves around his midriff. Anxiety gasped in surprise. âWhat the-â But he was cut off as the pair of arms hoisted him into the air and carried Virgil back to the couch he was just sitting at. Now he was sitting again, but not on the couch. He looked down. Patton had just literally pulled Anxiety onto his lap.
âPatton! Wha-â Virgil was silenced by a single finger being pressed to his lips, his free arm still holding firm around Virgilâs tummy.
âHey kiddo. I know you donât want to be bothered right now, but a dadâs gotta do what a dadâs gotta do. And what this dadâs gotta do is making sure that your alright! And what better way to cheer you up than with a nice hug!â Patton removed his finger from his lips and pulled the darker trait into a big snuggly hug.
It was at this moment Virgilâs demeanor broke. He couldnât say anything. He felt tears, but held them back, because he wanted to enjoy Pattonâs hug. Slowly but surely, Virgil returned Pattonâs gesture. He could feel the parental traitâs eyes sparkling with pride as the two finally let go and looked each other.
âThanksâŠdad.â Virgil tried to avoid eye contact and the tiny grin on creeping on his face.
âYour welcome Virge! But we arenât done yet! Do you know what goes well with hugs?â The mischievous smile on Pattonâs face gave the answer away.
Virgilâs face turned to one of terror. âOh god please no.â He scrambled to get away, but to no avail was pulled back onto Pattonâs lap.
Morality giggled. âTickles!â He gingerly slid his hands into Virgilâs armpits and began tickling the sensitive skin that resided there.
Virgil did all he could to keep the giggles threatening to surface inside of him. âPatton!! No! I donât want it!â
âSorry kiddo! But, Iâm not letting up until Iâve tickled all the depression out of you! After all, I hate seeing you so sad all the time. You deserve to smile every once and awhile too!â
Pattonâs hands tickled their way down to Virgilâs sides, squeezing the bits of loose skin the parental trait could find.
âNo no no nohohohohoho!!! Patton Stahhhhahahahp!!â The darker traitâs chuckles progressively bubbled out of his mouth as Pattonâs hands neared his most sensitive spots.
âAwwwâŠyou have such cute laughter Virge! Why donât you let it out more? Tickle tickle tickle!!â Patton cooed as he scratched at the bottom of Virgilâs ribs. Anxiety was weakening fast, but continued trying to pry Pattonâs hands away from his sides. Still it seemed that the parental side had the upper hand of the situation.
The two were too busy caught up in their situation that they didnât notice Roman and Logan had materialized into the mind palace right in front of them. They did a double take on the situation before Logan coughed into his hand, announcing their arrival.
Virgilâs eyes shifted to the two aspects and his face flushed red. Patton slowed the tickling slightly so that Virgil could still talk if he wanted to.
âHey guys! Wanna help? Virgilâs been sad lately, so Iâm cheering him up.â Patton was now scribbling his fingers over the darker traits belly.
âHehehehehehehehelp Meheheheheh!!!!â Anxiety called out to the two other sides in vain.
Roman had a hand over his mouth the entire time trying to stop squealing from cuteness. âOh my goodness!! Yes I shall help you Virgil! Letâs cheer up this emo together!â He walked over and knelt beside Virgilâs flailing legs. With one swift move he grabbed both of them and trapped them in a headlock maneuver. Princey then began to strip Virgil of his socks and shoes.
âPrincey nohohoho!!! Thatâs not what Ihihihilhih meant by hehehehehehlp!!!â Anxiety began to laugh considerably louder as Pattonâs hands slipped under his shirt and tickled the bare skin there.
Logan pushed up his glasses and walked away from the interesting sight. âI see no reason to take part in your endeavors.â
âAwww come on Logan! Donât be a debby downer.â But Logan had already walked to his room and shut the door, turning a deaf ear to the three âlunaticsâ in the living room, or so he called them.
Roman was now tickling Virgilâs bare feet, wiggling his fingers along the bottoms of Virgilâs toes. Their victim was cackling his head off, red in the face, and unable to fight back against the two stronger sides.
Patton noticed Virgilâs growing exhaustion and motioned to Roman to give him a break. The fanciful trait did as he was told, stood back up, and sat next to Virgil on the couch. Most of Moralityâs fingers stilled as well, except a pointer which was now circling his navel leaving a trail of giggles stringing from Anxietyâs mouth.
âSoâŠhas the emo been officially cheered up?â Roman teased him, flashing his iconic, pearly-white smile.
âYeeehehehehehs!!! Just stahahahap already pleahahahahaseee!!!â
Patton did as Anxiety asked by taking his hand out of his shirt and wrapping him once again in a nice hug. âGood to hear, Virge!â
Roman took this opportunity to hug Virgil too. âVirgil sandwich!!â
âVirgil sandwich!â Patton echoed out as the darker aspect was now smushed between his fellow sides.
âI hate you both so muchâŠâ Anxiety grumbled as he regained the breath he had lost from the othersâ tickle attack.
Patton booped his nose. âAwww⊠you donât mean that.â
Virgil let a last, tiny chuckle escape his lips. âHeheâŠyouâre rightâŠI donât.â For five more minutes, the three aspects cuddled on the couch. Though Virgil would never admit it, he enjoyed every second of time spent with those two buffoons.
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If anyone has any prompts feel free to send them in. Iâm always looking for new ideas! :)
