The First actual Meeting
For: @sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes here is version 1 of your prompt of childhood Anxietmus.
Headcanon: Virgil is the Oldest side, being a base instinct. (Fight or Flight)
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Virgil couldn't believe his eyes. What was young self preservation doing here in the darkness of the subconscious.
He was a long way from the house Creativity had formed in the upper level of the mind. A perfect replica of their host's own home. A bright star admits the dark surroundings of the lower levels.
A star that could so easily burn.
Virgil kept his quiet cover; camouflaging easily with the darkness. He watched as self-preservation, with his back turned, looked around almost frantically? Huh.
His own instincts fought with him; they didn't want to confront the other, but... he looked so lost.
"But you've kept distance since the beginning, it would be weird to start now. What if they start asking questions, they've definitely noticed me before, even if it was just in the shadows." He finished mumbling to himself as a little yellow clothes figure got farther and farther away.
He gnawed on his lip, and slowly followed after. He continued on, until finally, self-preservation stopped. He lifted his hands to his mouth and yelled in an ear-piercing octave.
"CREATIVITY!!!"
Ow.
The yellow side turned in a circle. Probably not looking for creativity; He thought with no small amount of sarcasm.
Until his mind screeched to a halt, upon getting a better look at his face.
Had he been crying?
Virgil contemplated helping the other, upon the others next rotation of scanning the area. Maybe he didn't have to reveal himself to help; He contemplated.
Before he could come to a decision Self-preservation stopped, and stared in Virgil's general direction, scared.
Virgil looked over his shoulder, surveying the area. He breathed in heavily, now holding his breath, as he spotted nothing.
Was Something behind him!? Could he just not see it? What ever spooked the other?
He forced his gaze away, looking forward.
Only for bright gold eyes to be inches away from his face.
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Silly Synopsis and spoilers for future snippets:
12 y-old Virgil: Small Child! Are they going to bite?
7 y-old Janus: freaking out, because he just witnessed creativity split and is trying to find the part of Romulus that ran into the darkness, but got himself lost in the process.
6 y-old Remus: confused from the yelling (shock from creativity splitting) and ran away towards the calling void of the empty mindscape.
Janus: oh look, A mysterious person, I may or may not have seen before.
Virgil: AAAhhhh!!! A Child!
