Deceit is Deceit. Deceit is Patton. Deceit is also Logan and Remus. Deceit is all of them actually. Deceit is Thomas. We’ve been watching a sketch made by the embodiment of lies this whole time. Joan only exists in theory. The entire state of Florida vanishes into the Bermuda Triangle. It only ever existed to bring you this lie. This particular lie, just for you. Jon Cozart starts to forget about what he was doing in September 2019. The Disney corporation scratches its head at the millions of dollars now set aside for nothing in a state that no longer exists. Vidcon has a meet and greet station that remains empty. The channels of all Floridian YouTubers now just produce static. Puerto Rico is officially included as the 50th US state. The flag does not change. Alligators are now only associated with Louisiana.
roman stared at the mirror. his eyes were from crying tears he didnt deserve to cry. “i wish i could feel okay again,” he whispered. someone knocked on the bathroom door. he splashed water on his and dried his face and put on his fake smile because he didnt want anyone to worry. no one should worry about silly ol him. roman opened the bathroom door, smiling. patton went inside the bathroom and he joined the other sides for dinner, hoping logan didnt make any criticisms because know he was breaking down in front of everyone. princes didnt break. they’re strong. princes dont break.
Roman and Virgil had been at the mall all day trying on different outfits and after about two hours they’d given up and started pulling out the worst things they could find for the other to try on.
“Roman, this is stupid,” Virgil said as he opened the door to his fitting room, showing off a pair of black overalls littered with grommets and tears.
“Oh damn,” Roman said, biting his lip as he snapped a picture, “I don’t know, Virge, you really pull those off.”
Warnings: violence, implied character death, unkind words
Word Count: 487
Author’s Note: This fic is for the wonderful @thelogicalloganipus . It is a bit out of my comfort zone and is NOT the fluffy, romantic fic I usually post. Read at your own discretion
Virgil was nearing the end of his patience. He and Princey had started arguing over potential ideas for the next video, nothing new there, but it had escalated quickly. Logan had already removed himself and Patton from the room for their own safety. That had been a while ago. Now Roman looked ready to draw his sword and Virgil's angry flush was showing through his foundation.
“Would you stop ruining my dreams for once in your miserable life, you monster!?”
That was the final straw. The room, which had been warm suddenly felt cold and the flush fled Virgil's cheeks, leaving a frigid anger in its place. Roman looked torn between wishing he could take those words back and wishing he had said something more hurtful, but Virgil was beyond caring.
“I’m a monster, sure.” Virgil said, the distortion beginning to take over his voice, “A terror, a menace, a blight upon this earth. But I will never be as rotten as you.”
Virgil only stopped when he was toe to toe with Roman who still glared at him. Virgil could smell and practically taste Roman's fear. Even before, when he'd just been Anxiety, none of them had seen him at his most vicious. Well, Roman was about to have the privilege. Virgil shrugged off his hoodie and the dark shadows that he hid inside, their worst fears, wound themselves around himself and Roman, darkening the room.
“I protect Thomas, not you. I look after the others' wellbeing while you tear them down to feed your insatiable ego.”
Roman wasn't glaring at him anymore, he'd drawn his sword, pathetic thing that it was, and was watching the shadows warily.
“You're nothing but a thin veneer of vanity, a crumbling superiority complex trying to cover up how pathetic and useless you know you are.”
Virgil's teeth grew pointed in his mouth and his eyes took on an eerie yellow glow.
“You're no Prince.”
Roman lunged and ran his sword clean through Virgil's stomach. Virgil looked down at the spreading red stain on his purple shirt in surprise and looked back at Roman who looked just as surprised as Virgil felt. He fell to his knees, sword still in his midsection.
“So,” Virgil said as Roman fell to his knees beside him, “you'd kill me. You know Thomas can't function without me.”
Roman shook his head to deny it.
“I thought you were a demon! Virgil, come on, you're gonna be okay.”
Virgil laughed, spitting up blood, much to Roman's panic.
“I would never have hurt you.”
Everything felt cold and distant. He could see Roman’s mouth move and tears starting to fall from his eyes. Virgil heard indistinct voices and screams. He distantly felt the sword being removed from his body, as everything went dark.
Soooo... I made this post a little while ago... and I’m gonna lie, I’m enjoying the reactions I’m getting from it. So I made it into a fully-fledged mud fic. Enjoy! (and by enjoy, I mean cry about it bc tbh this broke my heart a lil bit while writing it)
It was then Logan knew he had a heart, because he could feel it breaking. Patton's harsh tone echoed in his head, something he never wanted to hear again. But his mind wouldn't let him forget it. He couldn't distinguish between the crushing sadness or harsh anger he felt within him, but all he knew was that it hurt. He couldn't think straight, he just knew he had to get out of Patton's room, or he would lose what little control he had over his current emotions. He sank out, leaving the others behind.
It wasn't until he reappeared in the mindscape that he realized he made a mistake. He had completely forgotten about Virgil. He had left poor, anxious Virgil to fend for himself. As much as he didn't want to, Logan knew he had to go back. But, when he tried to return, he was suddenly thrown across the mindscape, landing flat on his back.
“What?!” Logan asked aloud. He scrambled back to his feet and tried again. The same thing happened, and an overwhelming sense of dread started to build up in him.
“No…” he trailed off, running his hands through his hair. He knew what was happening, but didn't want to admit it. But he knew it was true. Thomas, Patton, and Roman were so lost in nostalgia, that when he left, they unknowingly forced him to “duck out” as Virgil put it. Now Virgil was trapped there, alone with them. And it was all Logan’s fault.
Patton couldn't make heads or tails of this situation. He could tell Logan and Roman were confused as well.
The three were stuck to the wall with superglue, covered in glitter, soda, feathers and something gooey. None of them knew how they arrived at this situation, but Patton at least remembered one thing...
Ash rolled their eyes at Rose, who eyes were shining brightly. “Fine,” they sighed pushing back a dark curl from their eyes, “tell me about this amazing book.”
Rose’s face broke into a grin as she began to give the basics of her newest obsession, “Okay so basically its based in this alternate universe where there’s no magick, and like every person is has the same anatomy? I’m not sure how to explain it- like... uhh” she grasped at how to put it, she even struggled to wrap her head around the idea! but the book pulled it off so well, “Oh! everyone looks like Callum, but not like like Callum, everyone's wixen but with no identifiers and no magic.”
“How would that work though?” Ash frowned, “if everyone's the same and there's no magic how would society work?”
“Well its normal for them so they don’t know any better! they just have like better technology and stuff.” Rose shrugged, she was really bad at explaining it but she knew Ash wouldn’t read it unless she really sold them on the ideas behind the book.
“That’s weird.” Ash scrunched up their noes as if smelling something rotten.
“But that's what makes it so interesting!”
“I guess it would be nice in a world without magic, there wouldn’t be much discrimination, like if there's no vampires then there are no vampires to marginalise, and no need to try to get iron banned from public spaces because if there are no faeries then no ones gonna be burned by the iron so its not a bad thing?”
“True! but there’s still discrimination in here like they seem to be really fixated on skin colour.”
