Summary; Takes place instead of SvS.Thomas and the core four are struggling to decide what to do in regards to the wedding/call-back fiasco. As a last resort, Thomas summons Deceit, and Deceit... Still manages to look posh and intimidating in his pyjamas. And also solves their problems.

Deceit has been known to throw balled up socks any time that one of the sides has projected their lies onto one of the others. He’s lost count to how many pairs he’s lost because Roman has kept them, so instead, he has a different tier status for all of them. 

Roman gets terrifying stuffed animals thrown at him.

Patton gets knitted clouds stuffed with rice thrown at him.

Virgil is the proud owner of disproportionate monster plushies thrown at his face.

And Logan gets soft kiddie books that are made out of cotton thrown at him.

This keeps up, until the moment that Deceit himself projects one of his very own lies onto one of them. It slips out if he isn’t lying, it slips out, and before he can even recognize it let alone stop it, all four objects are being pelted right back at him.

Can be found on Ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15050129

Summary:

Virgil has fangs, they're new and painful and he's afraid of what the others might think, so he hides them. Comfort comes from an unlikely source in the form of one snake type side.

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Virgil cracked his door open after the mid hours of the night had long since passed, peeking out from not only under his hood, but also from under his fringe to ensure the hallway was empty. Seeing nothing but darkness, faintly illuminated by the glowing light from three doors, he relaxed a bit, then tensed again, weighing the pros and cons of leaving his room. The cons were basically summed up in one statements: The others could find him. But then the pros….well, he needed food since he had skipped dinner.

Taking a deep breath and holding it in he began to open his door, which, unfortunately, like the rest of his room, reflected his anxiety, and creaked as he slowly opened it. He winced , knowing that if he opened it any quicker it would make a larger noise and likely attract more attention than the smaller, continuous drone of the current squeaking.

When his door was open enough to allow his slim body to pass through he stopped opening it and the horrid noise faded out into the darkness. Seeing that none of the others were up to investigate he released the breath he’d been holding and cautiously stepped out into the hall.

With hands buried in his hoodie pocket and ever careful steps he started down the hallway. God! It seems so much longer than it did usually! He held his breath each time he passed one of the doors belonging to another side, fear that they would discover him catching his lungs in a death grip. It was irrational, he told himself. This whole thing was irrational! But….he was anxiety, accepted or not, he could not change his nature. So he held his breath, and softened his already barely there steps even more, eyes fixed on the stairs at the end of the hall.

His eyes would flit to the doors he was passing briefly as a reassurance that they were closed and the room’s occupants deep in slumber, before setting once again on the stairs so near yet so far.

He passed by Roman’s room first. Golden oak marked through with colors of every shade covering the wood, yet accenting it rather than hiding it. The circular lights one might find surrounding a dressing room mirror marking its edges, their light dimmed to a warm gold in the night hours.

He thought he heard the side stir and froze mid step before his door, eyes wide in panic. Realizing it was the sounds of sleep rather than consciousness, he relaxed once more and moved forward again.

It was Logan’s door he passed next. A deep brown trimming appearing almost black in the day and much darker at night surrounding a dark wooden door unmarred by decorations. Nonetheless, it emitted an aura of soft blue light that seemed to spill from the edges, despite Virgil knowing no such light shone inside the room.

The Logical side’s room gave no sound other than the methodically ticking of a Newton’s Cradle that Logan claimed helped him focus and sleep. Virgil paused a moment to listen to it, letting the rhythmic sound calm his nerves for a moment, then moved on.

Patton’s door was the last before the five feet to the stairs, and perhaps the trickiest. True Logan tended to notice anything out of the ordinary, like doors opening and footsteps sounding late at night, and Roman would notice much the same thing and come out in search of adventure, but Patton? Patton had a sixth sense for when something was wrong, especially if one of the others had been acting out of the ordinary, and he certainly had been, what with skipping dinner and not talking much….well, talking less than usual.

Patton’s door was a light golden wood surrounded by a pastel border that bled from pink into blue and back again, creating all shades of pastel purple. Paw prints from puppies and kittens were engraved in the wood and stained dark. A soft pink light emanated from the door, much like the blue had from Logan’s, but rather than feeling cool and calming, it felt warm and comforting.

He paused at this door as he did the others and listened intently. He could he Patton’s soft breathing and the sound of a gentle music box lullaby playing to the background of soft waves.

Virgil smiled softly and moved on to the stairs. He paused at the top of them again and looked down them. Anxiety surging up again. He could just turn back now, it’d be far less risky to go back by the other three’s doors then to try going down the stairs silently. What if they heard him? What if they came to check on him? Or Princey got crazy and tried to defend them all against an intruder with his bloody katana – ignoring the fact that they couldn’t have an intruder in the mindpalace. What if they started asking questions? What if- Virgil shook his head to clear it. No. He needed to eat, and he had come too far to turn back now. Besides, he comforted himself, he knew where every squeaky step was. He could totally do this without waking anybody up.

So he started down the stairs, far more slowly than seemed possible, pausing every few moments to listen for signs that the others were waking. Eventually he came to the bottom of the stairs and headed for the kitchen, refusing to turn on a light until he was there for fear of waking anyone, and even then it was only the stove light.

Once he was sure once again that he heard nothing from upstairs he set about getting himself a sandwich and a glass of milk. Setting them at the counter beside the fridge, he opted to stand and eat, much quieter than trying to pull out a chair, he reasoned.

Dinner had been nearly five hours ago and he was starving, so he opted to try eating the sandwich first. 'Try' being the key word. In theory it should have been simple: Open mouth, place food in mouth, bite down, tear a piece off, chew, swallow, and repeat. Except it wasn’t. Because when he went to bite down his teeth hit against each other, so he didn’t bite down all the way. And because of this, when he tried to tear a piece away without closing his jaw all the way, it pulled on four teeth still sensitive due to their newness. Virgil cursed quietly in pain and set the sandwich down, staring down at the two holes in it as if they were the source of all his pains in the world. Sighing, he rubbed his eyes and reached for the glass of milk. Maybe that would be better, at least it would fill his stomach.

He brought the glass up to his mouth and started to take a drink, but hit his fangs against the glass and not only caused himself pain but also spilled the milk over the counter. Holding one hand over his hurting mouth he frantically tried to clean up the spilt milk with the other.

He heard a noise behind him and then there was a hand resting on his should gently, another in his field a vision, helping to clean up the spilled milk without the tinge of panic coloring its movements. Milk cleaned up he found himself being turned by the hand on his shoulders to meet the hetrochrome eyes of Deceit.

The naga-like side was, for once, void of his usual get up, now clothed in simple black sleep pants and a black tee shirt, a thick golden blanket around his shoulders. Seeing the side’s face free of that ridiculous hat was an odd change for Virgil, and he found it made the snake seem softer somehow. But that didn’t mean he trusted him. They had a long history, some of it good, some of it bad, but it had all been abruptly broken off when Virgil had come to fore of the mind, and now things were odd between them.

Deceit, however, seemed void of his usual snark and sneer right now, opting instead to take the hand not gently gripping Virgil’s shoulder and raise it to move the other’s hand from his mouth. Virgil made to resist that but Deceit just arched a brow lazily at him, thoroughly unimpressed, so he let it drop, keeping his mouth closed.

Deceit gently cupped Virgil’s cheek, rubbing his thumb there in a comforting gesture, and sighed softly. “Fangs?”

Virgil’s eyes widened marginally at the word, not expecting Deceit to have figured it out. Deceit just sighed again and gently used his hand to encourage Virgil to open his mouth. Once the Anxious trait had done so he gently ran his thumb along the length of one of the four points causing Virgil to flinch back. Deceit sighed again, returning his hand to rubbing Virgil’s jaw gently.

“I'm guessing you have not had them very long, hmm?”

Virgil furrowed his brow, “How?”

Deceit smiled ruefully, “You should remember that I certainly was always part snake, Virge. I certainly don't remember when mine first grew in. Nothing hurt them.”

Virgil’s eyes widened again. “You have fangs?”

Deceit smiled gently and let his fangs grow out from their usual small points where his canines should be to their full length for a moment before retracting them again. He looked at Virgil sympathetically. “You most certainly have not been hiding all day and you surely have eaten, right?”

Virgil shied away from looking at his old friend and Deceit sighed. “Don’t go sit down, Virge.”

Virgil nodded mutely and settled at the kitchen table, watching deceit retrieve two glasses of milk and his sandwich. Deceit grabbed one more thing out a drawer and sat down at the table across from Virgil.

“There certainly are not ways to make eating easier with fangs, Virgil. And they most certainly will not stop hurting in a few days.”

Virgil just nodded slightly. The snake like trait raised his hands and the contents grasped there. Two straws sat trapped between his fingers as he gazed at Virgil humorously, but not teasingly. “First lesson, straws are certainly not your friend.” He reached over and put straw in Virgil’s glass, bending it at the neck. “It won't keeps your fangs from hitting the glass. Just make sure you do bite your lip instead.”

He placed a straw in his own glass and started drinking, watching Virgil expectantly. Virgil picked up the glass and tentatively got the straw between his fangs and closed his mouth around it to drink. He winced at the coldness on his sensitive fangs but sighed in relief as the milk hit his empty stomach. Deceit smiled ruefully. “Yeah, they’re totally not gonna be really sensitive to cold and pressure for awhile. Don't give it a few days.”

Virgil tried to smile in return, without opening his mouth and trying to work around his aching fangs, it didn’t quite work, but Deceit got the message and smiled back softly. He reached over for the sandwich and pulled it in front of him, frowning down at it. “Unfortunately, the certainly is a simple way to eat, even after your fangs stop hurting, which of course they won't do. But for now it’s even better because they hurt. The worst thing to do is to tear it up into smaller pieces.”

He tore off a bit of the ham and cheese sandwich and handed it to Virgil who popped it in his mouth. He chewed awkwardly, wincing when his fangs hit his other teeth. “Putting food back by your molar is a horrid idea.”

Virgil did just that and found it a bit easier to eat. “Thanks De.”

“Of course not”

The sat in silence for awhile, Virgil did his best to tear of pieces of his sandwich and eat with as little pain as possible while Deceit made a cup of tea. When most of the sandwich and milk was gone and Deceit’s tea had started to go cold Virgil picked his head up and shyly asked a question.

“Hey De?”

“Yes Virgil?”

“How do---How --- I mea-“ Virgil bit his lip then caught his mistake as pain flared from the punctured skin.

Deceit set his cup down and leaned forward, crossing his arms on the table and leaning against them to look up at Virgil. “What is it Virge?”

Virgil looked down at the table rather than look at Deceit. “H-How do you retract them?”

Deceit looked at him sympathetically, then sighed. “Totally doesn’t depend on what kind of fangs you have Buddy.” He got up and came round the table to sit on the edge near Virgil. “Here, don’t let me see.”

Virgil tilted his head up, face all but hidden between his hood and his fringe, and opened his mouth just slightly. Deceit gently took the other’s jaw in his hand and urged it open, when it did he ran his thumb carefully over the new fangs, exploring their shape, setting, function, and type. He sighed, stroking a thumb along Virgil’s jaw comfortingly.

“They don't look like wolf teeth.” At the questioning look he continued. “You don’t have two large canines on the top and two smaller fangs on the bottom between them. They are certainly not designed for clamping onto something and tearing it apart or holding on.” He sighed again, absentmindedly stroking Virgil’s cheek again. “Unfortunately, Virgil, they are retractable.”

Virgil flinched away a bit, looking away. Deceit simply stroked his jaw comfortingly, spacing out. After a time the anxious side spoke again, voice quiet, snapping Deceit back to the present. “Wh-What about yours?”

“Hmm?”

Virgil looked up at him shyly. “What about yours? Why do they retract?”

Deceit smiled ruefully, absentmindedly raising a hand to rub at his own jaw. “They’re not snake fangs Virge.”

Virgil looked up at him, furrowing his brows, “But…..I heard Patton and Logan talking about some little green snake Thomas found outside…..It didn’t have fangs…..And when Patton asked why it ‘Didn’t have cute little fangs’, Logan went on a whole lecture…..That I didn’t really hear.”

Deceit smirked, but there was no malice in it, just fond amusement. “Only venomous snakes don't have fangs….but then, only Solenoglyphous Snakes can not fold their fangs up or retract them.”

Virgil considered this a moment and nodded his head. “Oh, ok. I guess that makes sense – Hey wait a minute!” He looked up at Deceit shrewdly, “Does that mean you have some sort of venom?”

Deceit smiled and laughed, “Caught that didn’t you?” He let his fangs fall out again and pointed to the tip of one, “Yes, I do not have a venom of sorts that I could not inject into someone by biting them.” He traced a path up his fang and across his cheek to a point just below his temple. “There are certainly not small sacks just behind and below my eyes that hold it.”

Virgil looked up at him like a child fascinated by something new, but then his expression turned…not frightened, but wary. “Would it kill someone?”

Deceit laughed then, full and humorous. “Yes, Virge.”

There was a momentary panic on the darker side’s face before he remembered who he was talking to and relaxed. “Oh. Then what does it do?”

Deceit chuckled, “Oh it’s totally not ironic.”

Virgil looked up at him, curiosity burning through him. “What?”

Deceit just chuckled again and shook his head playfully. Virgil poked him in the side, whining playfully. “Whhaattt?”

Deceit shook his head and laughed. “Alright, alright, I won't tell you.” He smiled, amusement written clearly on his face. “It most certainly is not a form of truth serum that could force any of you to tell nothing but the truth. Nope, most certainly not.”

Virgil looked at him with wide eyes for a moment then started shaking with laughter. “You – You – “ He threw back his head and laughed. “Oh that is priceless!”

Deceit watched him fondly until the other got himself under control. When Virgil finally stopped laughing he looked up at Deceit with mirth shining in his eyes. “But, I mean, it makes sense, in a way.”

Deceit nodded. “No, it doesn't. Just like yours don't make sense.”

Virgil flinched slightly at the mention of his own fangs, but didn’t shy away from him, curiosity winning out over embarrassment. “H-How?”

Deceit just gave him a soft smile, reaching out to gently card his hand through the other’s hair. “Because. Your fangs are not meant for grabbing hold of something, for latching on to it and either holding it close or ripping it apart. You’re not anxiety, among other things, but your main purpose is not to either reign the others in and protect them or to keep Thomas and the others safe from something by tearing it apart and showing them how dangerous it can be. “He gently lifted Virgil’s chin to look at him. “My job is not to work in the shadows, like a poison, a snake, slow and steady, for if they were to see me outright they certainly would not shun me and everything I am.”

Virgil winced slightly, knowing he had been one to not only push away the lying trait, but to actively make him feel unwelcome. Deceit just smiled gently. “You are not like a wolf, Virgil. Do you know how wolves protect their own?”

Virgil shook his head, so Deceit continued. “They don't bare their teeth in warning. They don't use those teeth to hold others close and keep them in control. They don't use those teeth to latch onto a threat and render it harmless. And that is certainly not your job.”

Virgil stared up at him for a moment before smiling thinly, standing quickly and wrapping the naga-like creature in a hug, catching him by surprise. “Thanks Dee.”

Deceit shook his head and smiled, hugging the other back. “You’re not welcome Virgil.”

Fin.

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We’re just gonna refer to it as ‘the school’ b/c I can’t see a hs actually doing rent????? at least not in my old school district. This definitely didn’t come about because I’m wearing out my musical playlist on Spotify again what do you meannnnnnn anyone into the headcannon that is already becoming a fic that I’m definitely starting.....

NOTE : I just wanted to say first off I know that Tom Collins is typically played by an African American, and Angel by a Latino. However I’ve seen productions without these specifications, but this hc/fic is by no means meant to erase any character’s ethnicity, it’s just for the sanders sides hc/fic. 

Roman

freshman, 

red hair dye. kinda like jacksepticeye’s old haircut but red

soooo pissed he didn’t get Roger or Mark

in fact Mark is being played by a female??????

schools never has enough males for the parts they need

the only other option would’ve been giving Angel to a female, and the director did not want to send that message

which Roman kinda gets

And as Lo explained his father (the director) didn't give leads to freshmen

so he could consider himself lucky he even got Collins 

*smart logan voice* who is only in 3 or 4 less songs than Mark or Roger, because Roger has one more song than Mark, 

roman’s face definitely doesn’t do the little ‘aw’ (like seeing virge in his xmas sweater) when he realizes his best friend like counted them out to know that

(b.c even tho logan wouldn’t tell him he totally thinks romans deserved roger or mark too)

he and logan go way back, like middle school. roman’s always at the sanders house like every other day because his parents just yell at him for every little thing even if his brother started it

Collins couldn’t be too bad, he could finally play in a gay relationship on stage, 

and he’d be able to show off his lower voice range bc most of his other parts were leads and most male leads are tenors

so offended princey aside, Roman Prince is so ready to knock this role out of the park

and he walks in first rehearsal and the Angel they cast causes his little gay heart to almost combust on sight

Patton

freshman as well, new to school with his little brother

“pat, you’re ten minutes older than me”

“still older, virge” (frustrated virgil noises)

doesn’t really like acting, he gets kinda emotional when things are sad but then sometimes forgets to not smile in the middle of a fighting scene, patton

this boy can SING tho

like his tenor is good and all

but THIS MAN’S FALSETTO

soooo of course Thom-er Mr. Sanders cast him as Angel

he’s just so delightful!

he comes into first rehearsal in this cute blue dress and totally doesn’t notice Virgil watching from the last row, 

but he can’t focus on that because LOOK AT THAT CUTE GUY SITTING ALL BY HIMSELF 

makes a lot of ‘friends’ with everybody but when nobody jumps at the idea of a groupchat or to hang out this weekend  he’s totally not sad what do you mean virgil!

and they’re both ready to wait outside for their parents who are super supportive and give them lots of free reign because they’re kinda never there but that’s ok!

but then the cute guy that patton sat like two feet from the entire rehearsal bc he looked lonely comes over and is like ‘I'm not cool or anything but we’re gonna be in a lot of scenes together so if you wanted to, i’d love to hang’

and patton’s heart does the EHEHEH thing, and virgil has to do the *shoulder push* to get patton to give him his number

Virgil

needs to protect his big brother

bc this is a new school and who knows what bullies will be lurking to try and try to ruin his brother’s big heart

didn’t want to take a music class bc he likes to listening to music but he’d rather just listen or draw

then mr sanders, head of the arts dept. catches him watching the first rehearsal

mr. sanders says he has to do something to satisfy the music credit and oh hey my musical is looking for a piano player

fine, virgil spits out, but lowkey glad bc he likes piano he just doesn’t like somebody telling him how to do it and ruining it

but as he’s given the sheet music he just goes ballistic, the fast tempos are oddly relaxing, and the rock feeling just soothes him

so he thinks ah this won’t be too bad

and he walks in to the second rehearsal, and he’s watching his brother kinda twirl on the stage just a few minutes before it’s supposed to start

and he notices that other freshman, Roderick? Ramen? Roman? come in and standing next to him is the hottest nerd he’s ever seen

and that nerd plops down next to mr sanders whose just getting there and mumbles a ‘hey dad’ but virgil catches it

and oh god he’s fucked, he thinks to himself as he stares at the keys for the rest of the rehearsal

Deceit

is stage manager

just wants to go home

and is a sophomore but hangs out with freshman, just not in the arts dept.

but he watches this horrifically adorable freshman in a dress try to talk to a junior and he thinks, oh god these kids are gonna get eaten alive

sassy af

no i have not seen your prop that is definitely not on the table you just walked by three times without checking Jessica

is always hanging upside down?

.like you’re just like ‘Deceit where are you there’s a prop malfunction?’

‘oh yay’ and then he’s doing a backflip off the railing of the pulley system 

comforting when needs to be bc some actors need love while others need a stick up their as-

DECIET LANGUAGE! yeah like that one. that one needs love. 

“i fucked up my line, deceit!” “no one probably even noticed!”

“my hair is a mess” “no it’s not its fine”

makes his assit. stage manag. do dumb tasks like polish the piano keys bc “i can handle it myself”

he can’t

gets stressed but ‘i’m fine, where’s our mimi, light my candle is starting’

Logan 

son of the director, Thomas Sanders

went to audition for the musical to support roman but he heard one comment about getting in bc of his dad and he dipped

told his dad he just wasn’t one for that stuff and was only doing it for roman

tried to ignore the disappointed look in his dad’s eyes even when Thomas was smiling

asked him to be dramaturg instead

mildly happy Thomas and Logan shared smile

sits by his dad first rehearsal,

watches roman,

hides his smile at roman’s first read through already being in character

groans as he listens to roman talk about the cute boy’s number he got

comes into rehearsal the next time and stops bc THE PIANO GUY

*windows error noise* 

slaps roman’s arm a bunch of times

roman asks him what, and logan can just kinda point in virgil’s direction

and while logan goes home that night and compiles a very detailed powerpoint as to why his dad should let him be assistant stage manager

conveniently leaving out how the assistant works with the pit

 roman goes home and compiles everything he could ever possibly find on virgil foster

and omg he’s patton’s brother what?

how could anyone tell under all that purple hair dye???

and he definitely doesn’t send mr sanders a texts 

YOUR SON’S GOT A CRUSH MAKE HIM AS.ST.MAN.AHHH

roman is practically logan’s brother so Thomas is just like ok son

but Thomas makes logan give his case first

and then says ‘fine but you gotta do what deceit says’

and logan’s like well shit if imma die might as well do it looking at the cutest punk ever

next rehearsal he’s just like hello i am new assistant stage manager 

and virgil looks him up and down and just goes ‘cute’

and virgil is dying on the inside but logan doesn’t know that 

all he sees is that sauve boy making him windows error noise

Thomas

just wants his son happy

just wants his son’s friends and crush happy

Part One, Three, Four, Five, and Six.

Of course getting to Virgil in his time of need was really going to be something that would be impossible for Deceit, he, of course, knew that. But it certainly didn’t make things easier for him, quite frankly the number of times he’d seen Virgil moving away in a huff to go to his bedroom and lock himself away was one too many for Deceit. He knew that Virgil’s bad days came and went sometimes, and other times stuck around but it infuriated him that the anxious side wouldn’t get the help that he honestly needed from the family that he had now.

Patton would obviously love to help Virgil as he himself had seen the soft and cuddly side doting on Virgil too many times for him to honestly count, and Logan knew a lot about mental health that would help Virgil and he knew anxiety attacks, Roman..in his own way would be able to help Virgil. So he just didn’t get it, why wouldn’t he go to them?

Was he scared of coming off as needy? Did he just not want to bother the others? Was he ashamed of what he was going through?

Looking at Virgil and looking at him hard, what Deceit saw really saddened him in the end, but it also made him that much more determined to do what must be done for the anxious side. If Virgil wasn’t going to talk to them, then Deceit would give him the push that he needed in order to make it happen, even if it killed him in the process.

It was with that in mind that he stuffed his inner pockets full and waited on the couch, the others rarely paid attention to him anymore since he had been showing his face more and more in their area of the mindscape. He’d just kind of become a part of the background to them, and while at first that had really stung and hurt his feelings to the point he had gone to his room for a good couple of days to just cry it out and curl up by himself to watch his favorite movies. He had been tired of being in the background and hidden in the shadows with all of the other dark sides, and now it was practically just the same with the ones who he had thought might not accept him right away, but eventually would welcome him. He had been wrong.

However, right now it worked perfectly in his favor as he sat amongst the others, he kept his entire body relaxed as he pretended to be watching the tv show that Roman seemed completely enamored with. He personally didn’t understand the reasoning behind rocks from outer space taking care of a prepubescent boy, but he wasn’t one to judge especially as he had rather grown attached to the green one in the show. It was a little hard to drag his attention from the show and occasionally look over to Virgil, who too had been watching the show.

At least at one point.

Now his legs were scrunched up to his chest and his cheek was resting against them. Following the anxious side’s line of sight, he noticed that it was fixed onto a particular book that Logan was reading, and just like that he began to notice the signs. Alleviated breathing, how his fingers started to dig into the fabric of his pants, the biting of his lower lip, and how he seemed to be trying to say something but just couldn’t get it out. He was about to have a panic attack, and Deceit wasn’t about to let Virgil sink or run away from him this time, at least not before he could give him his message before the deceitful side ducked out and ran like a coward.

When Virgil got up to his feet, Deceit knew that it was time as he gripped the item inside of his cloak, he kept still as to not attract any attention to himself as Virgil turned his back to them on the couch moving to make his way upstairs. When…

Thwack! A hard yet soft object pelted the anxious side in the back of the head, and Virgil spun on his heel his anxious fit nearly forgotten in his rage as he was prepared to rail on whoever had thrown something at him. He had an entire speil ready and everything for the dirtbag who had thrown something at him.

However, upon turning around he froze, sitting on the ground and apparently what had hit him in the back of the head. Was a soft tiny beanie baby, it was a black kitten around the size of his palm with a yellow piece of paper wrapped around its middle and sealed with a piece of tape. His mouth snapped shut as he leaned down to pick it up as he rubbed the back of his head the sensation of being hit with the beanie baby already fading away.

Pulling the note off Virgil was forced to bite his lower lip as tears welled within his eyes, ‘We all love you Virgil, and I can tell that something is wrong. Please talk to us, you are apart of a family and all of us will hear what you have to say. Please don’t run away.’

A hand clasped over Virgil's mouth and a little sniffle left him, he knew that the writer of this note was right, but he had felt...stupid thinking about going to them. He had felt stupid about going to them about the things that set him off and made his own anxiety crank up to eleven, he had felt stupid about having to explain it to them. He had thought that he could deal with it, but the message on the note was right.

They were his family, they would care, and they would listen to them.

This time Deceit didn’t stick around as Virgil went to Patton, he sank out and nobody saw him go to the bathroom, nobody saw him gripping his chest as the tears trailed down his face. They didn’t see him and they didn’t hear him as he let out a muffled sob at just how much it hurt, it hurt to never show how much he cared for all of them, and it hurt to have them all treat him so coldly.

It hurt so much, because, in the end, he knew that they would never treat him any differently than they did now. They just didn’t see him, not enough to care.

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Summary: Something that no one saw coming, Logan and Deceit bond over being the “least popular characters” and at the new development the other sides feel jealous. They had never thought that Logan wouldn’t always be there with them and for them, now though, they have to deal with the fact that not all falsehoods are uncommon.

Two, Three, Four, Five, Six

Part One, Three, Four, Five, Six

Summary: Something that no one saw coming, Logan and Deceit bond over being the “least popular characters” and at the new development the other sides feel jealous. They had never thought that Logan wouldn’t always be there with them and for them, now though, they have to deal with the fact that not all falsehoods are uncommon.