Summary: Thomas is stuck in his own head. When Thomas is in a car accident, Virgil has to enact a ‘failsafe’ that shuts everything and everyone down but himself. To his shock, Thomas, who is convinced that his sides are characters he has made up, appears inside his mental ‘control room’. And he… can’t leave.
Warnings: naw i dont think so this time?
AN: guys, y'all will not believe this. Turns out, when you actually plan out stories, they suddenly are easier to continue lol. I am so sorry for not updating forever uhhhh… yeah. i’d recommend looking over the last chapter if you dont remember whats going on, because I sure didn’t. This is a bit shorter than the other chapters, but i have more coming and its 3 am now…
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Virgil didn’t really know what it meant to ‘chill’. But he was trying as he sat in the car, struggling with the seatbelt. Joan looked concerned.
“You don’t have to smile if you don’t want to.”
Virgil dropped his attempts to do so and scrubbed his eyes with his palms. “Good. I don’t.”
He spent three days in the hospital after the Sides left, and he’d been stuck pretending to be Thomas mostly on his own. It had terrified him. Although, that wasn’t exactly new.
He was grateful none of Thomas’s family recognized him. His mom came to visit after the sides left, and the rest of his family after work. They drifted in and out of the hospital, offering platitudes and comfort and dumb jokes. Part of Virgil was offended, actually, that none of Thomas’s family recognized Thomas was gone (not gone. Just not here.). But that was stupid of him. They wouldn’t think anything other than that Thomas was a little shook up from his car accident. What kind of sane person might jump to the conclusion that Thomas’s fictional characters were not fictional but actually parts of his personality, and something had forced them into their own physical forms after being expelled by the personification of rage?
Could everyone do stuff like this? Did everyone’s mind look like Thomas’s, with little mini versions of them running around and bickering? Little Joans…
No one would ever think that what was happening was happening. Of course not.
But he still worried. Shocker.
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