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Virgil had been in the house for a few years. Of course he had, he had died there, he couldn't leave. What he really didn't like was people in his house. He would do quite a lot to get them out, but one thing he would not do was hurt them. He wasn't a monster.
Patton, Logan and Roman were just looking for a nice new house to live in, but they found a new-ish mansion-sized house that came with a friend. Of course, they moved in
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Virgil floated aimlessly as the fifth group that month was touring his house to buy. He didnāt really care anymore, most didnāt buy it, and even if they did, he could just scare them out.
Might as well start early, he supposed, starting to mess with things in the room the humans were about to tour, which happened to be the kitchen. He picked up some of the knives from a drawer, wondering how easy it would be to spontaneously start practicing knife throwing. It wasnāt like he could get hurt..
He put the knives down, concluding that he might hurt someone living. He may not want them in his house, but he wouldnāt hurt them. He started looking through the cabinets for something, only finding pots and pans. He sighed
āI guess theseād workā he mused to himself quietly, starting to bang them together and throw them around. He heard the real estate agent sigh loudly from the next room
āPay no mind to those noises, itās nothing reallyā They stated, pretty convincingly
The real estate agents had figured out that the place was haunted pretty early on, so Virgil had lots of fun messing with them whilst they were looking through the house, or showing people around. They werenāt too bad, really
When Virgil was alive, he had built a fake wall into the house, to make it easier to not get murdered in his sleep, so his bedroom was pretty well hidden. The real estate agents found it and left it alone, not wanting to upset the ghost. Virgil was happy for that, it wouldnāt feel like home if his room was gone. He needed his things. Different was always bad.
And, the agents never showed it to potential buyers, which Virgil was sure could get them fired if their higher-ups ever found out, so he was grateful for that. It was still fun to mess with them, but never the same extent that he did to people who tried to get him out, or perform an exorcism or something
The exorcisms had never worked of course, but they were still unpleasant and annoying.
He zoned back in to listen to the humans question the noise again
āItās just the ghost, donāt worry. He tends to try chase people away, but itās mostly just throwing things at walls like a toddlerā The last part was louder than the rest of it, obviously aimed to lightly insult him, before continuing āAll the people who have lived here only move because theyāre freaked out, he never hurts anyone, so youād be safe, don't worryā
He rolled his eyes, sent them the middle finger, and threw one more pan at the wall before floating off to his room. He could still hear the humans-
He paused his thinking for a second, instead mulling over the fact that his brain kept referring to them as āthe humansā. Was he not human anymore? His subconscious didnāt seem to think so. He could barely remember what solidity felt like.. He never really felt human to begin with, honestly, so it wasnāt that much of a change
Virgil shook his head, returning to his thought. He could still hear them in the other room, conversing, mostly about him. The real estate agent (Jamie, he remembered) had gone into the kitchen to clean up the mess he had made.
Virgil listened to the humans conversation idly, chuckling at one of their insistences that ghosts werenāt real
There were three humans in total touring the house, each of them being very different from each other. The one who was denying seemed extremely serious, for no particular reason, almost reminding Virgil of his old teacher. The next was rather loud and kept making Disney references, to the point that Virgil had started mentally calling him Princey, and claiming that there couldnāt be a ghost because āGhosts are evil, except for Moanaās grandmotherā
Virgil rolled his eyes at that one, still listening to them through the wall
The third seemed rather cheerful, almost too cheerful for Virgilās tastes. He kept saying how āif there is a ghost, itās like the house comes with a friend! Besides, Iām just dying to meet themā
He could almost imagine the sunny grin on his face when he said that, and he heard one of the other two humans groan at the pun. Virgil laughed
āPatton, was there really any need to make a pun for the supposed ghost? Weāre the only ones who would be living here if we bought the house, you wouldnāt be meeting anyone except maybe a few neighboursā
Virgil rolled his eyes for what felt like the millionth time, still laughing
āCome on, Lo, I know you donāt like puns, but hearing a few ghost puns wonāt.. kill.. youā Another groan was heard behind two peopleās laughter
āBesides, how do you explain what happened earlier if thereās no ghost?ā āPattonā asked
The serious one sighed āPerhaps something simply fell out of a cabinet and Jamie made something up to make the house seem more interesting? Regardless, I do think it would be a good investment to buy this house, it is large enough for all of us to live comfortably, and still is in budgetā Virgil froze at that, they were gonna buy the house?
He needed to start planning how to chase them away right that very second. He liked living alone, and these humans seemed interesting now, but Virgil knew theyād hate him after a while. They all did eventually, even when he was living
He wasnāt the type to talk a lot, or look people in the eyes, but he was good at listening, contrary to what people believed, and he stored everything he was told in the back of his mind for future reference, but everyone always left
He couldnāt get attached to these humans, they were gonna hate him and leave, so he should save them the effort and make them leave immediately.
He stayed in his room a while until they left, only coming out when he was sure the only person still there was Jamie
Jamie was sat in the kitchen on her phone, and laughing quietly at some video. Virgil decided he should probably apologise for causing a mess and throwing stuff around.
He couldnāt exactly talk to them, so maybe just giving them something would work. He had a small rock collection in his room, and he had seen Jamie looking at them sometimes, and he figured that she would appreciate one of them.
He picked up one of them, shaped vaguely like a dinosaur of some kind, before floating out of his room to give it to the human. He held it out to them, and they smiled
āIs this for me?ā He held it out more persistently and she took it, grinning.
āThank you, itās very cool. Is this because of earlier?ā They held it to their chest whilst asking. Virgil didnāt know how to respond, so he just stayed floating there for a while, until Jamie eventually left
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Logan looked back at the house as he and his friends drove away, thinking. He definitely did not believe the talk of a supposed āghostā, noises be damned, but the house was interesting, and a reasonable price.
He watched the road ahead steadily, as the others conversed about how fun the house would be once they bought it, and how they would decorate it. Logan pitched in on a few points, mainly how he would decorate his space, and mentioning how nonsensical it was to argue about who gets what room in a house that they might not even buy.
He rolled his eyes fondly, before opening his book from the backseat of their car. Soon, they arrived at their current apartment, which was much too cramped to fit them all comfortably, hence why they were house hunting.
They had been saving up for quite a while, so it was quite a relief to find a nice house that was actually in budget for once. It was a few weeks later when they actually managed to buy it, and a few weeks after that when they managed to finish moving in.
He started moving his things into his room, listening to Roman and Pattonās Disney discussions. Once he had gotten every piece of furniture in place, he started organizing his books on his shelf, and getting his better stuff in place. Once he had everything perfectly placed, he went into the kitchen area to help Roman and Patton with the food, which was a lot easier when there was more room to move around then a tiny room in a tiny apartment.
After theyād all eaten, a few hours later, they all went back to their respective rooms, until a loud shriek sounded from Roman. Logan and Patton both went to investigate, only to find all of the louder manās Disney merchandise strewn about the room as if it had been thrown (which, of course, it had not been, Roman would never do such a thing and ghosts didnāt exist).
āThat damn ghost! He couldnāt just leave my precious Disney stuff alone, could he?ā Roman crossed his arms, glaring at one of his many figurines on the floor
Logan sighed āRoman, is it not at all possible that they merely fell off of the shelf? I have already explained the statistical improbability of a ghost residing hereā
Roman glared at him āOh, yes, because all of my Disney stuff, and only my Disney stuff, would just randomly fall and end up on the complete opposite side of the room, how is that more logical than a ghost?ā He looked away angrily, starting to pick up the fallen figures (because, yes, they merely fell, there was not a ghost, Logan thought to himself)
Logan and Patton both started helping and it took, at most, two minutes to put everything in the correct places, but Roman still seemed unhappy
āSomethingās missing..ā He looked over the figures slowly. Suddenly, he gasped
āMy Jack Skellington figure! He mustāve taken it! I was right, ghosts are evil!ā he pouted
Logan rolled his eyes, the figurine had likely just rolled under a bed or dressing table. The imaginary ghost wouldnāt have taken it, anyway. He walked back to his own room, only to find that whilst he and Patton were helping Roman, someone had thrown all of his stuff all over the room
He took a deep breath, his things had merely fallen. He looked around and- there! The window was open. A perfectly logical answer to his conundrum. Ghosts didnāt exist, so he needed to reason away from them and towards logic
His roomās door slammed shut and locked. It was fine, just the wind, that heā¦ couldnāt feel at allā¦
He attempted to pull the latch on the door, but instead of being the easy feat it was an hour ago, it now felt as though someone was holding it shut, which, of course, was preposterous, no one but him was in his room, and the latch could not be touched or even seen from the outside
He eventually managed to open it, and leave, only to reconsider his stance on ghosts. Perhapsā¦ maybe.. ghosts could exist. Theoretically.
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Virgil found it hilarious how easy it was to annoy these humans. The loud one, Roman, had so much Disney stuff, and it was too easy to make a mess in there. Besides, the dude had a pretty cool Nightmare Before Christmas figurine that Virgil decided would look amazing underneath his posters.
Despite everything, the more serious one still denied that Virgil existed, so he decided that a little prank whilst he was helping Roman sort his stuff out was a little necessity
He had seen him painstakingly place each and every thing to perfection, and decided that thatās where heād start. He threw everything quietly, before waiting for the nerd to reappear.
When Logan arrived, he looked around quickly, before his eyes settled on the window and he nodded to himself. Virgil groaned, he had spent a while on that, so to have it written off as the wind was pretty annoying
He slammed the door loudly and closed the latch
āGood luck blaming that on the wind, nerdā he glared at Logan, as the latter turned around warily, looking a little bit shaken
He walked closer and tried the latch, which Virgil was holding shut, laughing to himself. He shivered slightly as the humanās hand went through his when he was messing with the mechanism
Eventually, Virgil let go, watching as Logan walked through and started breathing mildly more intensely than when he was inside. Virgil closed the door behind him and closed the latch once again, before floating down to his own room and fixing his Nightmare Before Christmas display and his new addition.
It didnāt bother him very much that the figure was technically stolen, it wasnāt the first time he had illegally acquired a new item. Most of the time when that happened it was when he was more down on his luck, needing to.. borrow.. food and drinks from a store, but Karma seemed to think that was bad enough to punish him
He had gotten a large inheritance from his great uncle, and had managed to buy a big-ish house, get a fake wall built in, before the burglar arrived.
He was binging some Netflix show on his couch, in the middle of the night, and the robber probably assumed heād be asleep. He probably shouldāve been, maybe then he wouldnāt still be floating around. The thief mightāve not found him, mightāve assumed he wasnāt home and left with just some stuff, not his body. He had watched the body be carried out, presumably to the river half a mile south
His murder was never solved as far as he knew, so that could explain why he was still here, floating around and just annoying everyone. He sighed, looking around his room, specifically at the signs of no one living there
He looked at the cobwebs that had shown up just about everywhere, the spiders that lived in them, the thick layers of dust that was settled over most of his belongings, apart from his new figurine.
He could hear the voices of the humans conversing directly above him, and he rolled his eyes, starting to reread one of his few books. He knew what was going to happen in it, so it was comforting. He had annotated it when he was alive so he would find it more amusing on future reads. Now, it surely helped him not go insane at least, but it had gotten pretty boring pretty quickly
He started listening to the noise above him, what the humans were discussing. He decided that they were probably discussing the door he had locked from the inside, if the declarations of being correct from Roman was any indication. Patton had started trying to mediate the situation, trying to stop the bubbling argument between them. Virgil felt tempted to go up there and stop it himself, they were getting annoying, how did Patton put up with that? Hell, how did any of them live with each other if this was how often they argued?
He acted on the temptation with minimal hesitation, throwing a small object at the wall between the humans
Patton reached out to catch it, fumbling with it a bit, before dropping it, albeit gentler than Virgil did
āHey, uh, Ghost, could you not throw that, please? Itās made of glass, and pretty fragile, so, uh.. Anyway, Iām Patton, whatās your name?ā Patton asked, usual sunny grin on his face. Virgil kinda felt bad that he couldnāt answer in a way that Patton could hear.
He answered anyway, just so he could say he tried
āVirgil.. My nameās Virgilā
Quite predictably, they didnāt hear him. He frowned, he had kinda wanted that to work.. He shook his head rapidly. No, he didnāt want that to work, he wanted the humans to leave, he didnāt want to be their friend. Not when he knew theyād have to leave him at some point. Ghosts were eternal, humans were not
Pattonās grin dimmed slightly at the perceived silence
āAre you still there? If you are, would you be able to hold something, so weāll know?ā Virgil nodded, mostly to himself, picking up another small object
Before Patton could reply, Roman jumped in, pointing at his general direction
āAha, fiend! Tell me where youāve taken my figure!ā Virgil rolled his eyes and threw the thing in his hand at him. Roman gasped in offence, as Virgil started floating away
He went down to his room, going back to his book boredly. The nerd had some pretty cool looking books, maybe he could take one of them. Virgil sighed to himself, deciding that everything would just be miserable for eternity if this was what got him excited. He didnāt know how it wouldnāt be.
He could still hear them talking but he stopped listening. Let them talk, he thought, let them talk about him, he couldnāt stop it either way. They werenāt arguing this time, so he just concentrated on reading again. He got bored pretty quickly and started concentrating on his ghost abilities a little bit more.
If he really concentrated he could keep a visible form, but not well. He could be seen, but he was still mostly invisible, youād still be able to see the wall behind him before youād notice him, really. He looked at himself in the mirror sadly, specifically the blood covering his chest. He wondered what he would be doing if he hadnāt died. Probably binging Netflix again, honestly. He could hear the humans again, this time a little closer than before.
Virgil, once again, paid it no mind, instead going into what he called āghost sleep modeā
It wasnāt really sleeping, it was more disappearing from the plane of existence he was currently on for a few hours, and replaying memories from life, the happiest ones specifically. There wasnāt really a lot to play for him, he hadnāt had a very happy life
He was shown bits and pieces from childhood, that time a nice old woman paid for all his groceries when his card declined, the time he bought his house. When he started decorating his room, the first time his hair was cut short, the time the neighbourās kids invited him to play with them, memories of his old friends before they left him, fractions of bittersweet memories.
It was a while before he reformed in the living world, and as usual he was accompanied by a small flash of light. He rubbed at his eyes, and looked at the clock. Heād been in the in-between for five hours just about, making it 11:30 pm.
The humans should be asleep by then, right? Well, maybe not Logan, since Virgil had locked him out of his room, but the others probably were. Maybe. He wasnāt really one to judge other peopleās sleeping habits, since his own messed up one was what had gotten him killed in the first place
He floated up to where their bedrooms were, checking on them, making sure they were safe. He didnāt like them, but for now, they were sorta like guests, so he had to keep them safe. Logan was asleep next to his door, and Virgil finally gave in, unlocking the door for him. Logan needed to sleep in his bed, if he didnāt then Virgil would be worrying that what happened to him would become a shared experience
The door swung open, but Logan still didnāt stir from his sleep. Virgil looked at him a while before sighing and grabbing the back of his shirt and dragging him towards his bed. If thatās what it took to make them be a little bit more safe, then sure, heād do it
Logan finally woke up, starting to struggle against his grip. Virgil let go, dropping him unceremoniously on the floor
Logan looked around a bit, before talking quietly āWere you- were you trying to make me go to bed?ā
Virgil would be blushing in embarrassment if he had any moving blood, but instead, he threw something at the human and flew back to his bedroom as quickly as possible. He buried his face in his hands
He didnāt care about the humans, he wanted them to leave, he didnāt care about them. He didnāt care for them, he couldnāt care for them. He- he just couldnāt. Theyād leave, theyād move out, theyād hate him, if they died, they wouldnāt be ghosts with him, they would just die, theyād go to the afterlife and he wouldnāt be able to follow. No matter what, theyād leave him eventually.
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Patton didnāt really know what to think of the ghost, really. He seemed to keep to himself a lot, only throwing stuff around, just like Jamie had said.
He seemed to have calmed down after a while. Patton noticed that he left them alone for a while until they started arguing, which was when he showed up. When Patton had tried talking to him, he had seemed content to chill until Roman provoked him..
He went to sleep with these thoughts in mind.
It wasnāt long ātil he woke up. He went down to the kitchen groggily, intent on fixing up some breakfast for everyone. A few minutes after his first batch of pancakes, Logan walked in, looking a bit bewildered
āThe ghost was trying to drag me into my bed last nightā was the first thing he said
Patton looked up āUh, could you explain that more, Logan? What do you meanā
Logan looked at him with wide eyes, seemingly trying to also make sense of what happened āwell, the ghost had locked my door, as you know, so I had fallen asleep on the corridor next to my room, but I woke up to something invisible dragging me into my room, towards my bed. I asked the ghost if thatās what he was doing, but he just threw something at me. I- I think he mightāve been embarrassed..ā Logan sat at the table as he was given a plate of pancakes and some jam
Patton thought for a moment āWell, letās be glad that heās such a thoughtful ghost and not an āIām gonna make the walls bleed and stuffā type ghostā
Roman soon came bounding down the stairs with all the energy of a toddler on a sugar high
āGood morning, Patton, Nerdā He nodded to them happily, grabbing a plate of pancakes and sitting diagonal to Logan at the table, āI am happy to report that the ghost was not tormenting me or committing thievery against me last night!ā he exclaimed loudly
Patton smiled āThatās great, kiddo! Logan says that the ghost was trying to drag him into his bed last night when he was sleeping in the corridor, so I think he might not be as bad as you seem to think,ā He smiled, making more pancakes
Roman scoffed āFor nefarious, evil purposes probablyā He mumbled, crossing his arms and looking away
āName one ānefarious and evilā thing that he couldāve been doing that forā Logan countered
āUh, he couldāve been trying to get you in another room so he could make a ginormous messā Roman stated matter-of-factly, a smug look adorning his face
Patton spoke up āWell, that doesnāt seem to be the case, does it? Heās not done anything when heās been left alone, so I personally donāt think heās all that badā he shrugged, sitting down with his pancakes
Roman scoffed āHe stole from me!ā
Logan shook his head āYou donāt have any proof of that, besides, even if he did, he only took one small figurine, that hardly qualifies as robberyā
āOne small figurine that I bought! And he just took it!ā Roman crossed his arms, glaring at his nearly empty plate
āWell, we are living in his house, so its kinda fairā Patton pointed out, trying to stop the argument that was brewing.
Roman simply stormed off, muttering angrily to himself, and Logan shook his head, making a comment about āchildish behaviourā. Patton didnāt really hear what was being said, he was too busy feeling guilty. He didnāt want to make Roman upset..
He walked upstairs to his room, almost in a trance, before collapsing into the bed, crying. He just had to get involved in the argument, didnāt he? He couldnāt leave it alone, could he? He felt a small chill go through him, but he paid it no mind, instead just hugging a stuffed cat to his chest as tight as humanly possible
He wiped his eyes, or tried to at least. He shouldāve been happy, they had a new house, his own room, he shouldāve been happy, not upset. He could feel someone looking at him, but he hadnāt heard the door open. He turned around warily, only to see a floating stuffed bat that he had never seen before
The ghost, he realised suddenly. He looked at the plushie for a few moments before asking āIs that for me?ā
The plushie was set on his bed next to him, as a paper and pen started writing with what seemed like no one holding them. He read the note that was handed to him and started smiling
āits for you, her name is Trylla, take good care of her and please donāt be sad
-Vā
The rest of the name was scribbled out, but Patton didnāt mind. If he didnāt want to share his name he didnāt have to
āThank you, Vee, sheās very cute, I love her!ā he hugged Trylla to his chest protectively. Another thought popped into his head
āOh! Uh, Roman is pretty convinced that you took something from him, so, um, if you did, would you be able to give it back? Heās really upset about itā There was no response, but he decided to hope that the ghost was listening
He started re-watching one of his comfort shows on Netflix, still hugging the bat to his chest. A few episodes later, Roman came bursting in, figurine in hand
āPatton, look! The ghost returned my figure! This proves that he took itā he had a smug look on his face, and Patton sighed
āYes, but it also proves that he was nice enough to return it when I asked him, and look, he gave me something. I think youāre wrong about him, honestly. He doesnāt seem very evil to meā He held up the purple bat to him as proof, before hugging it again
Roman rolled his eyes āFine, I guess I can admit heās not too bad, but you gotta admit, itās pretty interesting. Where is his storage space? All the rooms were cleaned out, so where did he get that bat thing? Where did he take my figure? I think we should try find itā Roman seemed to be getting excited at the idea
Patton was less excited āWouldnāt that be an invasion of privacy?ā
āIt would be an adventure, thatās what it would be! Besides, we own the house, not him, we can go wherever we wantā
Patton frowned slightly, he didnāt quite know why invading someoneās privacy would be an adventure, but there was lots that he didnāt know, so he kept quiet
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Virgil was panicking. Whyād he have to do that? If he hadnāt of given that stuffed animal to Patton, he wouldnāt have given Roman his figure back, meaning that they wouldnāt get the idea to try find his room
What was he supposed to do, though? He saw one of the humans crying, he gave them a stuffed animal, simple, right? Wrong. Apparently, he couldnāt do anything nice for the people he was letting stay in his house, without them deciding to try find the one place in the house that still felt like it was his.
Of course.
In his panic, he couldnāt even work up the energy to make himself tangible enough to throw something at Roman, instead floating down to his room and sitting on his bed. How bad would it actually be if they found him? He was foolish to believe his space would last long, but he was still reluctant to imagine that they could take it from him.
If he was able to touch breathing things, he could probably push them out, fight them, but he couldnāt. He could touch their clothes, but even that took more effort than other things. He grabbed a comfort item and held it to his chest as tightly as possible.
It wasnāt the same as when he was living, instead of him feeling its warmth, it was hard for him to even work up the strength to feel it at all. He cried into it, like he had countless times in life. It still wasnāt the same, his tears evaporated when they touched things that were solid.
It was one of the reasons he gave Patton his stuffed toy, Patton could use it more, it wouldnāt be different for him. That turned on him though, the humans were trying to find his safe space, and they would probably take it from him.
He gave up. They were gonna find it eventually, there was nothing he could do, instead he started āsleepingā, waiting for the inevitable to happen.
It showed the usual stream of happiness for a few hours, but this time, along with living memories, it showed him giving Trylla to Patton and watching the otherās face light up. He teared up at that. He really didnāt hate these humans, which made it all the worse for him. What was he going to do when they left him?
After a few minutes of crying in the in-between as the memories ended, he was shoved back into his room. The humans were gathered there already it seemed. They immediately looked in his direction at the flash of light, and he uncurled from the foetal position that he always spawned in.
He knew that he would be visible for a few moments, before fading, but he just stared at them, feeling oddly hurt at them invading his space. God, why did he have to go and get attached to people so easily?
They stared back at him, seeming almost in shock. Virgil could feel himself fading, and he glared at them in his final visible moments, before going to sit on his bed, facing away from them. He didnāt want to look at them in that moment, he knew that this would happen, but still, it felt like a betrayal coming from them.
He could hear the sound of hushed whispering, but he couldnāt make out the words. He thought about how easy it would be to go and listen in without them noticing, but he decided against it. He wasnāt rude enough to invade someone elseās privacy.
He looked back at them sadly, before curling in on himself slightly. They were all friends, they cared about each other, and they just took Romanās suggestion straight away. It just showed that they didnāt care about him. He cared enough about them to try keep them safe and happy, but they were just wandering into his safe space with what seemed like no remorse
He grabbed a stuffed spider and made himself as touchable as possible, to try replicate the feeling of warmth cuddling it gave him when he was alive. It wasnāt the best, but it was all he could do.
One of the humans cleared his throat, and Virgil looked back at them
āUm, Virgil?ā He stiffened at that, putting the spider on the bed next to him
How-
āIf youāre wondering how we found your name, its in the front of most of your booksā Virgil scoffed, picking up a book looking at the inside of the cover (which, as expected, had his full name written out: Virgil Pierce. He ignored the scribble of a previous name of his) before throwing it at the human that had spoken, Logan.
So they werenāt just going into his room without permission, they were looking through his stuff as well. Good to know.
Logan looked down at the book, before looking in Virgilās general direction
āWhat was that for?ā
He didnāt bother responding, they couldnāt hear him, so he should just save his non-existent breath for something else. Besides, they should be able to figure out why he was upset, it was pretty obvious.
More whispering was heard, but this time he could make out some words. An uneasy feeling spread through his chest. They obviously didnāt want him to hear them, but would it really be so wrong to listen in? He sighed, deciding to take the moral high road, if only to help his chances to get into heaven if he ever passed through the in-between, to the other side.
Roman cleared his throat a few minutes later, looking around the room, presumably for Virgil
āUm, weāre-ā Logan nudged him, staring pointedly, which made Virgil laugh a little. They were treating this like siblings having to apologise to their parents after a fight
āFine, *Iām* sorry for invading your privacy without permission, and for dragging these two into it as well,ā He turned to look at the other two, seeming like he was annoyed āThere, I apologised, happy?ā
Virgil fully laughed out loud at that, before covering his mouth. He didnāt quite know why, they couldnāt hear him either way, but its what he always did when he was alive.
He watched Patton press on for more of the apology
āFine, Iām sorry for calling you evil and creepy, but in my defence, you did steal from meā Roman pointed a finger at where Virgil was floating, getting just a bit off
Virgil rolled his eyes once more, grabbing some scrap paper and a pen from his desk
āyoure in my house, i can do what i want. now get out of my roomā
He passed the paper to them, and retreated back to his bed, still watching them. The whispering started up again, this time only a few seconds, before they nodded
Patton smiled at him āThatās fine, we can go. You have a really cool name by the way!ā
The humans left, closing the door behind them, and Virgil felt a swell of pride grow in his chest at the compliment. That was one of the first times people had complimented his name and not called it weird.
He pushed it down, he would rather not have anything growing in his chest other than a new set of unpunctured lungs, thank you very much, especially not affection for the people who were invading his privacy and living in his house.
He gave a sigh, running a hand over his face. It was gonna be very hard on him when they eventually left. He stayed in his room for a few more hours, until it was past late night and into the early early hours of the morning, one am to be precise.
He went to check on the humans, knowing that it was very likely that theyād be asleep, but he needed to know for sure.
He was about to float to their bedrooms, but instead heard the sound of talking and the Netflix opening sound coming from the living room. He froze. They needed to go to bed, he needed them to go to bed. He didnāt want them to die..
He flew into the room as quickly as possible, before seeing a pillow fort built out of the couch, and feeling breath that he didnāt have catch in his throat. Everything was just like the night it had happened.
He sunk to the ground, wrapped in his memories. Hearing the kitchen window smash, being too afraid to even move. Making eye contact with the robber and feeling the cold metal of a gun being pressed to his chest. It all had happened so fast, he had woken up to the sight of his body being dragged outside and he had screamed.
His show was still playing as the crime scene was being rid of evidence, it was still on the āare you still watching?ā screen when his house was being looked through by detectives. It had been switched off by the time the investigation was half way through.
He didnāt remember much about those few days, he figured that he mustāve been in shock. He remembered them finding his room, looking through his stuff, taking a few pictures and then leaving everything alone. All physical evidence from outside of his room that his room even existed was probably still sat in a box somewhere, never touched.
He remembered the day he was announced officially missing, posters with a name that wasnāt his plastered around the town, and people desperately searching for him. He clutched at his head, like he was in pain.
He didnāt want to relive this again, he had gotten over it, he was dead, he wasnāt gonna come back to life, so why was he always longing to? What would life even give him? More pain, more heartbreak, more people calling him a name that he wasnāt?
He had been declared legally dead, after his body was found, though the murderer roamed free. Virgil could only imagine what was written on his grave
āHere lies [REDACTED], she was a loyal daughter, sister and friend. She will be missedā
He shook his head. It wouldnāt do to think of his gravestone as if it could be changed. He was Virgil now, he wasnāt a girl, no matter what was said of him. He was Virgil, he was himself.
He could feel sobs wracking his body, and he was back to thinking about when it happened. The murderer pressing the gun to his heart, which was beating frantically, because of course it was! He could see the blurry silhouette of someone getting closer and he panicked, too deep in his own mind to remember that he wasnāt there anymore, that he wasnāt still being threatened at gunpoint.
He pressed himself into the wall, as far as he could, before stuttering out a plea
He could feel himself shaking, and he curled up more, desperately trying to protect himself. The unknown person got closer, he could feel it. He whimpered, squeezing his eyes tighter
---
Roman was trying to have a shitty Netflix movie marathon with his friends, but he couldnāt focus on that anymore. After he had found the ghost- Virgilās- room, all he could think of was the glare he had given them all. He could swear that the ghostly figure almost looked sad.
Another thing was that he had been expecting was something less human looking. Maybe a deathly pale figure in robes and hundreds of chains, but instead what he saw was a person only twenty or so years, old, with blood soaking through his patchwork hoodie.
Roman kept thinking back to that for hours, through each crappy movie he watched, until it got to one oāclock. He forced himself to watch the beginning of another movie from his pillow fort, curled up in a mess of blankets, his friends next to him, Patton hugging the stuffed bat that Virgil had gifted him.
A few minutes later, the lights started flickering, and the tv was glitching. At first he was annoyed, but then he noticed the faint glow against the wall. He looked closer and noticed the ghost curled up next to the wall, only appearing when the lights were out, and looking extremely distressed and his eyes focused on something in the distance. He was clutching at his head desperately, as if he were trying to force something out
Roman hesitantly got closer, and the lights stopped flickering, going completely dark. He could see the ghost faintly, outlined with a purple glow
The ghostās eyes went wide before they squeezed shut, and he started shaking
āD-donāt- donāt get any closer- please- Iāll do anything, just please donāt kill me- I canāt- I canāt die yetā Roman froze. Logan placed a hand on his shoulder, which startled him. When had Logan even gotten up?
āI donāt think heās in the right frame of mind right now, Roman. That sounds like what couldāve been his last words.. I donāt think heās seeing you as you, I think he may be seeing.. someone elseā Logan was also staring at the apparition with what seemed like sympathy
Patton looked down at the bat in his hands before at the ghost. He walked closer to the ghost, momentarily stopping at the pained whimper that escaped him. He set the stuffed toy down before walking back to the group
āHe needed it more than me, itās his anywayā He shrugged, sitting on the floor, getting ready to comfort the ghost if need be. Roman joined him, he may not have particularly liked the ghost, but being able to see the ghost had changed his perception somewhat
It was no longer that all ghosts were evil, because now that he had a face to attribute to him, a name, it reminded him that.. ghost stories are just tragedies told from another perspective. He couldnāt imagine begging for his life against someone who had presumably broken into his house.
Roman started realising that something mustāve triggered this, and he looked around the room. The only thing that seemed out of place was the pillow fort. He shuddered
Your house could be broken into at any moment, even when youāre just sat in a pillow fort watching a movie. Maybe thatās what had happened to Virgil... He stared at the ghost, upset at the thought
He couldnāt even think how traumatic that would be, something meant to make you feel comfortable and safe to be the place where you were killed? He couldnāt bare to watch the apparition in pain any longer, and he got closer, determined to help somehow
One of the floorboards creaked under his weight and Virgil started shaking more, his form flickering, and the lights starting to do the same again. Roman stopped, before starting to approach again, this time avoiding any creaky-looking floorboards, and going considerably slower. He gently pushed the stuffed bat closer, and sat opposite the ghost
āVirgil, youāre not there, okay? I know it probably feels really real, and I understand that, but can you open your eyes please? I want you to name five things you can see, can you do that for me?ā
Virgil shook his head, still with his eyes shut as tightly as ever, and Roman wracked his brain to remember other techniques to calm down someone with PTSD and other such disorders. He nodded to himself once he remembered. Man, that Mental Health Awareness course really turned out useful
āOkay, can you breathe in for four seconds for me? Thatās it, youāre doing really well, now hold for a while, thatās great, youāre doing perfectly, now breathe out for eight seconds. Youāre doing really well, now can you repeat that for me?ā Virgil still wouldnāt open his eyes, but he wasnāt flickering as much anymore. He was getting gradually less visible, but he was definitely calming down
āThatās it, youāre doing great, keep going!ā He gently encouraged, vaguely aware of his friends watching him. He ignored them in favour of coaxing Virgil into a healthier state of mind
Soon, when the ghost was just barely visible, and nothing was flickering anymore, Virgil opened his eyes
Roman smiled as warmly as he could manage, and the Ghostās lips moved in a soundless word of gratitude, before fading. Trylla the stuffed bat was given to Patton. Roman got some paper and a pen out
āVirgil, if youāre still there, can you tell me what caused that episode, so we can avoid it, or give you a warning so that you can avoid it?ā The pen was picked up from the table and Roman read the note
āits a few things, long storyā Roman nodded
āWe have time, if youād like to explain?ā He offered. The pen hovered above the page for a few moments before scribbling something down
āno, you guys need to go to bed. I donāt like thinking that youāre down here when anyone could break inā Roman read aloud, he nodded
That seemed pretty valid, he decided.
He knew he was acting pretty differently than he was a few hours earlier, but he was not going to be rude to someone going through a trauma induced episode. He didnāt want to stress him out any more than he already was
Patton spoke up for the first time in a while āHey! Do you think we should buy some whiteboards so we can talk without having to get paper and a pen out every time?ā
The pen scribbled something down and Roman once again read it aloud
āāSure, you should buy the big ones and stand them up in each roomā Great idea, my superb, stupendous spirit!ā
He could practically feel the eye roll that nickname was greeted with, though he couldnāt see it
ādont call me thatā
Roman laughed at the quick response
āWould you prefer if I called you āEmo nightmareā for the rest of my life?ā He suggested, crossing his arms in a joking manner
āYou probably wonāt live here the rest of your life, so in the very little time youāre gonna live here, you can call me whatever you want, just not thatā
---
Virgil had fun with the humans. Even Roman didnāt seem to dislike him anymore. He tried to ignore the fact that it was probably just because he had just relived a traumatic experience, and they had to help him through it, and so far that was working.
After he had convinced them to go to bed, he started cleaning up the living room, folding blankets, putting pillows and cushions where they were meant to go, making sure everything was in place, before floating through each room a few times, checking for intruders, checking for things out of place, making sure the house was safe
He floated up to the bedrooms, checking on Logan first, then Patton, then Roman. He sat down in the corridor between their rooms, staying there until they woke up. They needed to be safe. They didnāt seem to be leaving any time soon, so he needed to protect them whilst they stayed
He waited, sometimes looking out of the window, looking into their bedrooms, making sure nothing was wrong.
Soon enough, Loganās alarm rung, and the human was starting to get ready. Virgil followed him as far as he could, watching through a window as he drove away, presumably to his job. Virgil had overheard at some point that he was a teaching assistant
He vaguely wondered which school he worked at, before floating back upstairs to stay with the others. It was a few more hours before they woke up, but Virgil stayed alert the entire time. Intruders could show up at any point, he had let his guard down for one night, not going to his hidden room, and- well you already know what happened
Roman awakened first, walking down to the kitchen whilst rubbing his eyes. Virgil watched him intently as he started cooking. He was always extra cautious around fire, even in life. Such an intense power of destruction at the disposal of a person felt wrong to him
He flinched as the stove turned on, watching Roman prepare his breakfast. God, he missed eating. After he was sure that a fire wasnāt gonna consume the entire house, he went back upstairs to check on the still sleeping human.
He felt a small tug in his chest when he noticed Patton holding Trylla. He smiled, sitting down on the floor and messing with something. He waited for just about half an hour before Patton woke up
He grinned, starting to follow the human around. He knew that he wasnāt helping himself by doing this, it would just make everything harder on himself, but for once, he could feel like a part of something. He could pretend to be one of them
Roman greeted Patton good morning, before starting up a conversation
āOh, just so you know, Remus said heād be coming up to see me today with his partner, so heās probably gonna burst in here at the most inconvenient time everā Virgil listened, before humming in thought
Nice to know thereād be more people in his house. He sat on the table cross-legged and hummed a song to himself
āOh, we should probably tell Virgil thenā
He listened to Pattonās response and laughed
He wrote on some paper that was on the table with him
āIm right here :)ā
Patton walked over to read it āOh, hi Virgil!ā He exclaimed once he had. Virgil smiled at that, writing out a greeting. Roman walked over as well, looking to be thinking
āWait- were you spying on us? Why are you just here?ā
Virgil laughed again whilst writing his response
ānot spying, im just hanging out in my house and making sure you dont burn it downā Roman made an offended noise upon reading it
āExcuse you, I am amazing at cooking and I am not dumb enough to burn down the house!ā Virgil smiled at that as Patton made a small noise of disagreement
āPatton, youāre supposed to be on my side!ā he complained, making a pouting face
Virgil sat there a while, content to just watch them and answer any questions they asked
After maybe ten minutes, Romanās phone buzzed, and he nodded to himself
āRemus says heāll be here soon, so we should probably get ready. Oh, and, Virgil, Iāve told him about you so if you decide to do any ghost stuff, he wonāt be freaked out, just so you knowā
Virgil smirked to himself before writing his response āwell now im not gonna do anything, im gonna make you look crazyā
Roman gasped dramatically, placing a hand on his chest and staggering backwards
āHow dare you betray me so? Once, I may have trusted you with my life but now you have taken your sharpest blade to my back and I donāt think I can forgive you for thatā He placed the back of his hand to his forehead like a damsel in distress. Virgil laughed at that, writing down something telling the human to stop being so dramatic
ādont be dramatic, what if i want to have a nap?ā
Roman paused his woeful sorrowing to think for a moment āDo ghosts even need sleep? Can ghosts even sleep, actually?ā
āmeh, we cant really sleep but i like to call it sleeping. its more like i disappear for a while and it shows me my happiest memories for a few hoursā He wrote, feeling like it was an inadequate explanation
Both humans nodded at that, before there was a knock on the door. Roman started grumbling about not even having enough time to do his hair before Remus showed up.
Whilst Roman was greeting his brother and his brotherās partner, Virgil got an idea
ādo you wanna team up with me to make roman look crazy? all you have to do is deny that i exist or that you know meā
Patton read what he had written and nodded, a mischievous smile on his face. Virgil also grinned, going to hide the note to get rid of evidence
Once he had done that, Roman walked in, with what looked like a clone of him but with a moustache and a tall, pale person wearing a they/it pronoun badge. Virgil nodded at that, committing it to memory before going to float in a corner and watch the events unfold
Patton walked over to the other humans happily āHi Remus! Hi Janus! What are you guys talking about?ā
Roman looked at him āOh, I was just telling them about Virgil!ā
Patton looked at him with an innocent face āWhoās Virgil?ā
Virgil, meanwhile, was laughing extremely hard in the corner, Romanās face was just priceless. The human sputtered and stammered a few times
āDid you team up with him to make me look crazy?ā he pouted, crossing his arms.
Virgil took the time whilst Roman was sulking to look at the guests. He didnāt much like new people, but in this instance, as long as they didnāt find his room, heād be fine. There wasnāt much need for scaring them out, since they were only visiting, and since that would blow his cover
Remus looked almost completely identical to Roman except with different make-up and a moustache. He was wearing a dark green leather jacket adorned with spikes on the shoulders and back, with a brighter green shirt on underneath. Virgil started to suspect a possible favourite colour, with the outfit choice and green and purple makeup. Virgil started looking at the other person
Janus was tall, about 6ā1 to Virgilās 5ā6. That immediately filled him with irrational rage. He start looking at its outfit. They had a few piercings, and tattoos. Virgil could admit they definitely had style, begrudgingly. Still didnāt make up for the tall thing. It was also wearing some fingerless gloves, and a black and yellow shirt on top of a white vest. The outfit certainly matched their two-tone black and yellow hair, which was a half/half style.
He sat on the countertop, almost wishing he could have some popcorn for the high-quality acting Patton was pumping out at pretending he didnāt exist. Janus was narrowing its eyes at the act though, like they almost didnāt believe him. Huh, it was smarter than it looked, he noted, before floating off to his room.
The act lasted for a few hours, until Remus and Janus left to go to their apartment. The minute they drove away, both Patton and Virgil burst out laughing
Roman pouted at them, well, really only at Patton, but Virgil was floating behind him.
āPatton, whyād you do that? You betrayed me! I would expect this from Virgil, yeah, but howād he get you to team up with him?ā He had his hand on his heart, as if extremely emotionally wounded, but it was very obviously joking. He paused for a moment āLogan is now my favourite roommate, you two have officially betrayed me, and therefore have plummeted to the bottom of the list!ā
Virgil touched a hand to his heart. He was classed as a roommate? He thought for sure heād just be āannoying ghost that lived there tooā (well, he didnāt really live there but that was just a technicality). He was touched by the notion, and he grew more and more attached to them. He winced. It was so gonna hurt when they left him
---
It was a few months later when anything exciting happened. And by exciting, Virgil just meant different. Life got pretty boring when youāre confined purely to 10 rooms in the world.Ā
He floated into the living room boredly, scrawling a greeting on the dry-erase board in that room. Roman (the only person currently in that room) looked up at him distractedly
āOh, uh, hi Virgil. Uh, Remus and Janus are getting kicked out of their apartment ācause their landlord wants to sell the house, so would they be able to stay here for a while?ā
Virgil groaned. He was gonna let them, of course he was, but the problem was that heād have to give up his act that he didnāt exist. He had been perfecting it for months, he had even managed to convince Logan to get in on it. Months of hard work down the drain. He didnāt actually care that much, but he liked to pretend he did, picking up the dramatic tendencies from Roman
āsure i guess. Why notā he wrote out, waiting for Romanās response
The human smiled āThanks Veeā
Virgil smiled back. It was gonna be different but, different didnāt seem to be all that bad sometimes
Logan lived by the ocean, and that was something that he adored.
The ocean was just so vast - seeming infinite when you stood on the beach and stared out at it. It was full of so many wonderful creatures, and so much of it remained unexplored.
There was so much knowledge there, so much left to be discovered.
But that was not the only reason why Logan loved the ocean.
When he finally found an empty patch of beach, he said down on the sand, just out of reach of the waves. The sky was slowly turning a gorgeous display of orange, yellow, pink, and Logan could hardly take his eyes off of the sunset's reflection in the waves.
It was gorgeous. He was gorgeous, even in his most inhuman form.
Logan waited.
He watched the waves and the beach and the sunset, until the water finally started to shift and swirl strangely. It lifted, making strange shapes in the air, until it formed itself into a more human-like shape.
Then, it solidified into. And after that, the ice turned into a man.
He was dressed in black, green and dark blue robes with tentacle-like patterns across them. His hair was wet and decorated with sea shells.
His face looked oh-so human, though far more gorgeous than any other Logan had ever seen.
His eyes had been closed when he first formed from the waves. When they opened, the first thing he did was grin at Logan. His teeth were sharp, shark-like, but the smile itself was friendly.
"Good evening, Remus," Logan greeted.
Remus flopped down onto the sand beside him.
"How's my favourite human?" He asked, still grinning at Logan from where he lay on his back beside him.
"Are you referring to me?"
"Duh."
"Then I am quite well," Logan answered. "I started reading a new book on oceanography today."
Remus laughed, and as he did so, waves crashed noisily against the shore.
"Reading about me again? You can just ask me anything you wanna know."
"Well, you are not always around me. You have a busy life, taking care of all the world's oceans at once."
"I am all the world's oceans at once."
"Yes, and that makes you quite busy."
Remus pushed himself up with his hands so he was sitting properly.
"Nah, not too busy for you."
"Sweet, but a falsehood."
Remus gave Logan a serious look. "I would do anything for you. I would kill anyone for you. God or mortal."
"Concerning, though I do appreciate the sentiment."
Virgil is a dragon fairy, meaning that he has dragon wings, horns and sharp teeth. He turns into a dragon to sleep, because it takes less energy. When heās in dragon form, heās about the size of a human hand, and when heās in fairy form, heās 4 inches
Janus is a snake fairy, so no wings, however where his legs would be is a snake tail. All fairies turn into their animal forms to sleep for two reasons: 1) so humans donāt see them and 2) because it takes a lot less energy. Janus has scales covering the left side of his body and can often be seen in the form of a corn snake
Patton is a bluebird fairy, so his wings are large and feathery, and he can often be seen chirping good mornings to everyone and everything whilst in his animal form. He, Virgil and Janus are friends and Janus has been missing for two days.
Virgil was cold. He was very cold and very, very tired. That was why he didnāt notice what exactly he was doing when he flew into a human home, seeking warmth. To most other fae, and even to humans, it wasnāt that cold outside, however, dragons had to stay warm to survive, and it was too risky to light a fire in the forest; the ground was dry this time of the year. He curled up under the warm wall-thing (Itās a radiator, but Virgil has no clue what it is so yeah) and fell asleep.Ā Ā
Roman walked over to the radiator, wanting to turn it off. It was way too warm with it on, seeing as it was the middle of summer. He kneeled down, trying to turn it off, only to see a small purple thing.. Was.. Was that a dragon?
He didnāt know that dragons even existed, but here one was, just sleeping in his house. Whilst curled up, it looked to be about the size of Romans palm. Roman gently awwed and picked it up, feeling it curl up more at the movement.
Roman had an old terrarium in one of his cupboards, and Remus had left a heating lamp at his house that one time. According to myth, dragons had to be warm, otherwise theyād die, so it was a happy coincidence that he had the necessary materials.Ā
After preparing the terrarium to look like a habitat, he gently placed the still sleeping dragon inside, and turned on the lamp to make sure the dragon wouldnāt die. Staring at the dragon, he invited Remus and Logan over to see his new pet (Remus to see how cool it was, and Logan to prove that dragons existed).
The dragon awoke, and Roman found it to be the cutest thing ever. It stood up, yawned whilst arching its back like a cat, before scanning its surroundings.
The scales on its back stood up when it saw Roman, and it looked around, before running to the inside of a log. Aww, it was nervous..
There were three precise knocks at the door, so that meant Logan had arrived, Roman checked his watch, right on time. Roman went to go answer the door, and looked at the dragons hiding spot once again
āHi Logan! Can you guess what my new pet is? I can almost guarantee that youāll be wrong, this time!ā Roman asked, excited
Logan sighedĀ āWhat is it, Roman?ā
Roman grinnedĀ āA dragon!!ā
āDo you mean a Komodo Dragon?ā
āNo, I mean an actual flying, fire-breathing dragon!ā
Logan raised an eyebrowĀ āand where are you keeping this dragon? I was under the impression that dragons were rather large?āĀ
Roman just dragged him towards his bedroom, where the terrarium was set up. The dragon seemed to be looking around its new home, though it ran back to its log when the humans got close.
Logan couldnāt conclude that it was definitely a dragon, but from what little he had seen from the small creature, that was probably a good enough guess.
āWould I be able to get it out to get a closer look?ā he asked, curiosity flooding his mind
āSure! Just donāt let it fly awayāĀ
With that, Logan reached into the terrarium and was about to grab the dragon, when a small jet of fire narrowly missed his fingers. He hastily pulled his hand out and held it to his chest
āWell, that.. that is definitely a dragonā He chuckled nervously, adjusting his glasses
Virgil awoke to a pair of giant, distinctly human eyes staring at him. He froze, the scales on his back rising up on instinct. Scanning his surroundings, he tried to think of a way out of this situation.Ā
It was really hard to think whilst a human was staring at him, though, and he ran into a hollow log and made sure that the human couldnāt see him.
He thought his options over in his head as the human left the room, and he paced around his glass prison. It would be better to let the human think he was a mindless animal, he thought, then he could have a better chance at escape. He briefly thought about trying to melt the glass, but that would take too long and then the human would figure out what he was doing.
Virgil mentally groaned. Why was sleep-deprived him such an idiot?! The human soon walked back in, another human following closely behind. Virgil ran back to his hiding spot, hyperventilating.
Of fucking course. A human wouldnāt keep such aĀ āmagical creatureā secret, there was no way that this human showed up on their own. He tried to focus on what the humans were saying, but between the glass that muffled the words and his own staggered breathing, he couldnāt puzzle anything out.
What he did notice, however, was the fact that a human hand was about to grab him. His survival instincts kicked in, and he shot fire out as a warning, purposefully missing the fingers.
The hand shot away as if burned (which it almost was, but that didnāt matter) and Virgil felt proud that he could scare something that large.
He would survive this. There was a reason he was a dragon; all dragons had great survival instincts, and a sense of protectiveness more than any other species.
His protective nature had gotten him into this mess, but his survival instincts would be the key to escape
Janus hated squirrels. He thought that this burning hatred was justified by the three semi-deep gashes down his side, though. The fight wasnāt his fault, if he was being honest, he found the acorn first, not that thieving rodent.
When he passed out, his body automatically reverted to snake form to save up on energy, and he was blissfully unaware of the human that picked him up to take him to an animal clinic. He was unaware of the vet pocking around at his wound.Ā
When he finally woke up, he was in a large glass cage in a human house. He tried to remember how on Earth he managed to become a pet, but as he tried to slither far in thought, the three wounds on his side almost reopened and he was painfully reminded.
He remembered a squirrel managing to claw the side of his torso, so he mustāve passed out, which means he mustāve been found by a human, and now he was a pet. Luckily, his prison seemed to have been set up by someone who knew who to take care of snakes, so he likely wouldnāt die by carelessness, if that was any comfort.
He wondered how his friends were. He hoped they werenāt worrying too much, but Virgil was protective of his friends, and Patton cared too much about everyone.
He hoped Virgil didnāt get himself too worked up, that almost never led to anything good. Virgil had a tendency to not sleep if he was worried about things and, quite frankly, sleep deprived Virgil was a complete and utter idiot.Ā
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Virgil hated how the bean would pick him up without asking. It was demeaning and made him way too aware of the power he held over the borrower. In the beans defence however, Virgil was playing the dumb, helpless animal act.
He couldnāt afford to let the human know that borrowers were a good enough discovery to show the world. He had to play dumb. He had to stay silent. Especially with the rough start he had with this bean. Being shoved unceremoniously into a jar, poked, gawked at, and being handled roughly was not in Virgilās list of good first impressions.
Some people would argue that it got better but Virgil hated every minute the bean kept him there. He hated the cage. He hated the bottle caps that served as food and water dishes, set out as if he was a dog. He hated when the human would burst into the room (where Virgil was) singing loudly.
But most of all, he hated when the human would pick him up, place him somewhere high, with no way to get down and smirk whilst saying āI hope youāre not afraid of heightsā.
The majority of the time Virgil would succumb to a panic attack or occasionally tears. If Virgil started noticeably crying he would be picked up, cradled as if he was nothing more than a helpless baby. The one thing he could be thankful for was that the bean kept him a secret.
Until he didnāt.
It started out like any other day, Virgil waking up to everything bigger than him, and hating the fact that it wasnāt a bad, twisted dream. He saw large brownish-amber eyes staring at him through the metal bars and stared warily at the large being.
The human mumbled a good morning, obviously trying to be quiet, but still louder than any borrower that Virgil had seen. He looked away from his captor, everything in his brain telling him that just looking at the bean would anger him, and being near an angry human never goes well for a borrower.
The bean took advantage of Virgils eyes being elsewhere and quickly pinned him in a fist and shoved him quickly into the pocket of his red and white outfit. He started wriggling to get out of the pocket, trying to climb the ever moving walls.
Roman noticed the tiny person trying to get out of his pocket, and placed his hand also in the pocket, pinning it down. He couldnāt have it hurting itself. Especially not when he called his friends over to see it.
The small creature struggled against his grip, making him feel slightly bad, but it could hurt itself if it got out! He was doing it a favour. Patton and Logan would be here any second, and he couldnāt have the poor thing hurting itself before they got here.
As if on cue, there was a knock at the door and Virgils struggles got more frequent, realising what would happen if he didnāt get free. The only thing he got in response was the hand applying just a infinitesimal amount more pressure, effectively stopping his movement.
He started crying. He was not proud of this, but he thought that it was justified. He had lived with this bean long enough to know that if he would be shown to one friend, he would be shown to the other. And one was a scientist.
It was bad enough that he was going to be seen by three humans, but one of them being a scientist? Science and borrowers do not bode well together.
In his mind, he was being led to his death. To be dissected or experimented on. He let out a small sob. It wasnāt loud so Roman didnāt notice his obvious distress.
Roman opened the door and immediately was greeted by familiar faces.
āRoman. You said that you wished to show us something?ā The scientist asked
āOh!ā Virgil felt the hand that was pinning him down move to grasp him in a fist āthis is what I wanted to show you! I found it two weeks ago. I wanted to show you then but I wanted to give the little guy a bit of time to adjust first. I donāt know whatās wrong with it, though, itās been upset all morning.ā
Virgil wanted to make a snarky remark, but bit back his words, trying to keep up his helpless animal act. It was then that he tried to cower away from the piercing gazes of the humans that he was unwillingly showed to.
āWhat... is it?ā Patton asked, a bit too loudly, causing Virgil to flinch at both the loud words and being called an āitā
Roman moved his hands so Virgil was cupped in his palm. āI donāt know.ā He admitted āit doesnāt seem capable of understanding us though, or of speechā
Patton reached out to touch the small creature, poking it in its side. He didnāt notice it flinch.
āItās so smallā he stage whispered
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Virgil wanted nothing more than to go back to his small house in the walls. To have everything back to normal and to have never been caught in the first place, but of course, wishes donāt come true
Summary: Virgil, a small and anxious pixie, goes out alone to scavenge for food only to find himself in the hands of a tall and not-so-gentle human intent on bringing him home as a gift to his boyfriends.
Words: 2670
(Warnings: Anxiety, treating people as pets, kidnapping, CharacterĀ blacking out and other person thinking they died)
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I stretch my arms as I yawn out, popping my back in the presses. I lean back and use my hands to rub out my sore wings, having slept on them weird. They flutter a bit as I try to wake up, the morning light shining through one of the small windows in my tree home hits them causing flashes of rainbow light to bounce off the walls.
A small smile crosses my face as I pull off the thick gray long sleeved shirt I wear to bed and change into a simple black tunic, the tunic itself being a little loose around the sleeves and neck, not that I really cared.
I walk across my dark hollow I call home, the whole room only being about a foot long and a half in human measurements. Sure itās small, but Iāve never really liked large spaces, they make me feel overwhelmed.
There is a shard of broken mirror resting against the dark oaken wall, and I glance at myself in its reflection, taking specific notice in my hair that I try to tame with my fingers, not being very successful. I had given my brush to my cousin a few days ago for him to fix, and am yet to get it back from the forest fairy.
āDamn Emileā¦ā I mutter to myself, cursing the kind fairy as I continue to struggle with my hair. The handle had been broken a small while ago, but it still worked its purpose. Which unfortunately wasnāt good enough for my green winged friend.
I donāt have great luck in flattening it down, and only seem to tame it a small amount. A few stray black strands continue to stick out, causing me to let out an annoyed sigh. I also notice a small amount of dark purple peeking out from my roots, reminding me that I need to get Emile to cut and re-dye it for me. Iāve never been too great at things like that, and last time I tried I almost cut my ear off and also left my arms up to my elbows dyed black. It didnāt wash out for a full month, and I got quite the earful from my older cousin, who acts more like my parent.
Always telling me to be careful, avoid humans, elves and other large creatures, never fly into Fae circles, stay out of the rain, remember to eat, and blah blah blah.
Heās way too protective of me, but I guess he has a reason to be, him being a fairy and me being a pixie. Itās easy to tell the difference, since fairies are two inches taller then pixies and itās a well known fact that pixies are much more fragile than fairies. And much more rare, which is why I live in the middle of a dense forest, while Emile lives a little ways away and has to fly to see me.
I give up on trying to fix my hair and itās not like anyone is going to see me. But thinking of my older cousin did remind me that Iām almost out of food and water. It rained a few days ago, but almost nothing ever reaches the mossy forest floor through the trees, and whatever did has dried up by now, meaning I have to go out to get supplies.
āUuuugghhhā¦.ā I groan out as I rub my face. I hate leaving my house, I wish I could just stay here forever. But a main reason I picked my home to be here is itās not too far from a small pond, hidden between some trees. But an even bigger plus is whatās right across the pond, where large berry bushes sprout. They hold all types of berries, making it the perfect spot to get food all year round.
It's secluded enough that no real predators are able to get to it, but just in-secluded enough for me to be able to walk there in about 20-30 minutes. I could fly but that draws too much attention to me, and I prefer walking over flying anyways.
I wish I was a fairy if Iām being honest, like Emile. His wings and body are much larger than mine, as I stand at a small 4 inches while he stands at a whopping 6. His wings are a light green color, looking like butterflies and they allow him to glide through the air instead of mine, which are thin, almost completely see through. They shimmer when light touches them, and they hold thin silver highlights that seem to emphasize their fragility. I always try to tuck them away, knowing of the horror stories of pixies who had gotten caught by humans, their wings torn off and used for jewelry or a collectors item, while they get thrown into a cage to live out the rest of their lives.
Another thing I happen to be jealous of is Emileās skin tone. He holds a nice peach color that often ends up tanned due to him spending so much of his free time outside with the other creatures of his small section of forest. Pixies are known to be on the paler side, but I am almost sickly pale due to almost never getting sunlight, along with the patches of light and dark purple littering my skin, the most prominent ones being on my forearms and on both sides of my face.
I sigh again, putting on some platform shoes Emile had made me, grabbing a large bag I can throw over my shoulder, along with another bag stuffed inside to hold the water as I get ready to leave the house.
I put a small cloak on as well, using the hood to cover my hair, and to make it easier to camouflage, since I happen to pop out against the brown and lush green environment of the forest.
I use my feet to push up and leap my way up and out of the small room, my wings being open and fluttering slightly to help my balance.
There is one thing that Emile was jealous of me for, and that was the fact that even though pixies arenāt great or fast fliers like fairies, we can jump significantly higher than almost all fairies and on ground we are incredibly fast on our feet, which is another reason I prefer walking to flying.
I jump over the wall of my room and use my wings to lower myself onto the mossy forest floor. I stretch out my wings again before looking up and rubbing my eyes, trying to get used to the bright light coming from above the tree line high above. The sun feels warm against my skin, and itās only slightly humid.
āI really need to get out more.ā I say to myself as I adjust my bag and begin the trek towards the pond. I stick to walking near the trees instead of the few natural open paths, making it easy to leap up incase of any dangerous animals came towards me, and partially because Iām paranoid.
Wouldnāt be the first time somethings tried to eat meā¦.
I continue walking, humming a quiet tune to ease my mind, as I always feel anxious walking outside by myself. I end up being alert the whole time, feeling as though Iām being watched. Of course Iām not being watched and I know that. No sane person would ever just walk into an enchanted forest, everyone knew that. Not to mention where I live is a good way into the forest, miles away from any human or elf towns.
I stop my humming abruptly as I hear a ruffle of leaves above me to the right, and my eyes shoot over to the area immediately. My breath stops as I try to stay as quiet and still as physically possible. After a few minutes of nothing happening, I let out a shaky sigh, allowing my muscles to relax.
It was probably the wind. Or a bird.
I shiver at the thought. Birds are the worst and one of the only predators a pixie canāt just fly away from.
I start speed walking towards the pond. Being by the large open water always calmed my nerves. There were no fish or kelpies and thank god there arenāt any mermaids or any type of aquatic animals living in the deep water for that matter. But I have seen a deer or two around the area, along with the water spirits that inhabit the clear waters. They let me take water as long as I give them something in return, which is normally a berry or two extra I grab from the bush on the other side of the lake. Itās not a lot, but I think they know I canāt carry much as it is.
I see the pond behind some long grass and my face lights up, as my anxiety seems to melt away. I always was at my calmest at the pond and my paranoid nature would be put on hold until I got home.
I smile as I walk towards the body of fresh water coming towards the edge, easily seeing my reflection in the clear surface.
Pixies and fairies canāt exactly swim, and if even a little water gets on our wings we become temporarily grounded and unable to fly. I donāt really worry about that when coming here, I mean, now anywaysā¦
I slowly got over that fear a year or so ago,
I had been giving the water spirits berries in exchange for water for a while at that point, until one day I had gotten frightened and lost my footing causing me to fall straight into the depth below. I thought I was going to drownā¦.
That was until I heard soft, echoing voices and the light above the water became brighter, the next thing I knew I woke up on the grass next to the pond and my satchel filled with fresh water. I made sure to put double the amount of berries into the pond that dayā¦
I pull out my spare bag and unscrew the lid near the top before lowering it into the water and waiting for it to fill.
A few stray ripples in the blue water come towards me, causing small waves against my bag. I smile at it, making small talk. From anyone elseās view it would seem like Iām crazy and talking to myself, but I know that the water spirits appreciate conversation.
Once my bag is full I pull it away from the water and screw on the lid, while thanking the spirits.Ā
I use my cloak to dry off the outside of the pouch before placing my water bag inside my larger bag. Sure itās heavy, but I donāt have anywhere to be at the moment, so Iāll take my time.
I sigh and begin the tiring trek around the pond. It takes longer than I would like to get to the berry bushes, but the sound of the soft water makes for a quiet and calming walk. Around this time of year, the path to the other side of the pond is extended. While the rain might not make it through the forest where I live, it does here, making the edges of the pond muddy and dangerous.
I walk deeper into the forest, making a big semi circle around the muddy area. I decide to walk deeper, enjoying the fresh air and the small breeze that causes my hood to almost fly off, but I fortunately catch it and pull it back onto my face.
I walk a straight line between a few of the trees, a content smile on my face, while starting to hum quietly to myself again. I close my eyes for a second as I walk, a hand crossing over on the strap of my bag, but when I open them slightly I notice a large dark shadow covering me. I look up quickly to see a large hand coming towards me.
Out of instinct I immediately drop my bag and jump backwards just in time for another hand to rush at me and I barely make it out of the way. I use the hand to push myself into the air, my wings immediately getting to work as I go to fly upwards, trying to put as much distance between me and the stranger.
āCrap!-ā
I donāt get more than a few feet before I narrowly avoid another hand, this one coming at me so quickly that instead of grabbing me, it barely manages to snag my cloak with itās nail, but it lets out a loud āriiiiiiiiiiiipā that seems to echo out into the otherwise quiet forest.
That momentary distraction is all it takes for the two large hands to harshly cup around me, shadowing me into darkness. Once it grips on I start to struggle, thrashing and screeching in itās hold, my feet kicking against its palms. This only seems to anger it as its grip tightens to an almost suffocating hold, I whimper as the grip pushes my arms together, my chest feeling like itās going to explode as tear prick the corners of my eyes.
My wings sting against the calloused hands and I can feel him start to move quickly causing me to bump around against the mini prison, murmurs of someone's voice heard somewhere outside as my vision starts to swim, so I do the only reasonable thing I could think of.
I bite down. Hard.
I draw blood easily and the second the hand opens I launch myself out towards the light ahead of me, adrenaline and fear fueling my movements as I see the hand try to reach out to me before I see it pushing down, taking me with it.
All I see is the hand and the forest floor rushing up to greet me before Iām slammed onto it, the weight of the hand crushing me and knocking the wind out of my chest before everything in sight is covered in black pools and eventually nothingā¦.
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I groan from my place on the ground, having tripped over my own feet when reaching for the winged mini-person. My boyfriend Logan was always fascinated with fairies so when I saw it just walking around I figured it would make a great āIām-Sorry-I-Accidentally-Lit-The-Bathroom-On-Fireā gift.
I hadn't expected the thing to bite me though. Or sting me, I donāt know which one it was but it hurts like a bitch. I hope they're not poisonousā¦. But then again if they are, my boyfriends will have to take care of meā¦.. I shake my head to get rid of the thought, looking around for the little thing that has caused me so much trouble.
I look to where my hand is planted on the ground, and I try to keep it steady as I wipe a bit of dirt that had gotten on my green throw over that Patton had made me bring incase it got cold.
I scoop up the little being with both of my hands in a little pocket, making sure not to crush it and bring it up to my eyes before slowly opening my hands, allowing me to look at it.
I can see itās pale skin, dark messy hair and clearly ripped cloak, along with some patches of purple throughout their body. But the most striking part are its wings, not like any fairies Iād ever heard of, and once the light catches them they seem to burst with colorsā¦
āLogan is going to love this!ā I mutter to myself.
But then I notice something else strange. The once feisty and screeching fairy wasnāt struggling, heck it wasnāt moving at all!Ā
My body jumps when I realize this, and I nearly drop the little person, my eyes widen in panic as I end up blurting out,
