TRIGGER WARNINGS : #glitchbitch, depression, inappropriate humor ig, anorexia

Corruption POV
"W-Well?" I asked, leaning back in my chair.

"I need proof I get Evan in the end," He answered me.

"Th-That can b-be arranged," I said.

"I won't help unless I get something in return," He said lowly, glaring up at me.

I took a deep breath, a bit of lightening running over my hands. It took a lot of self control to not rip his head from his neck for talking back to me and making demands.

"Y-You will get E-Evan once you br-bring me Wylan," I told him. He smirked up at me.

"I'll do it," He said.

"G-Good choice Jealousy,"

~•~

Roman POV
"Baby please," I begged Virgil. "Please eat your breakfast."

Virgil let out a grunt but otherwise didn't say anything. He kept his head laying on the table, two empty coffee mugs next to him.

"You need to eat something," I told him.

"No," He argued.

My frown grew deeper with worry. Virgil's loosing too much weight. I'm getting really about him. He's barely above one hundred pounds.

"When was the last time you actually ate a meal?" I asked him.

"Don't know, don't care," Virgil grumbled.

"Virgil," I said sternly. "You have to eat."

"No," He repeated. I pushed the bowl of cereal closer to him, touching it to his arm.

"I'm not going to," He whispered.

"Please." I begged.

"I can't," Virgil mumbled. I grabbed Virgil by the hips and sat him on my lap. He weighed next to nothing in my arms.

"Baby..." I mumbled, resting my head on his shoulder. "You need food."

I slipped my hands up Virgil's shirt and ran my hands up and down his chest. I could feel all his ribs and his stomach was sunken in.

Patton came from the kitchen and set pancakes down on the table in front of me. He shot me a worried look.

We're all worried about Virgil. He just won't eat anymore. I don't know if he's becoming anorexic or if he's too depressed to eat.

Logan sat down at the table across from us. He took a sip of his coffee and opened the newspaper to start reading it.

We rarely get to have breakfast just the four of us anymore. It's a nice relief.

Patton sat down on Logan's lap, munching on a English muffin with butter. I rubbed Virgil's back gently, trying to spoon feed him.

I pressed the spoon to his lips, earning no response from him.  Virgil's eyes glanced briefly to the spoon before glazing back over.

I sighed, resting my forehead on his shoulder.  I pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder before moving to eat my breakfast. 

I hope Virgil's okay. 

Patton watched Virgil with worried eyes.  But then he started smiling, an mischievous look appearing in his eyes.

"Hey Logie,"  He said, turning to his boyfriend.

"Yes Patton?"  Logan asked, not looking up from his paper.

"How do you throw a space party?"  Patton asked, trying to hold back a laugh.

"I don't know much about party planning,"  Logan mumbled.

"You planet!"  Patton yelled, bursting into laughter.  I laughed a bit too, Logan trying to hold back a smirk. 

Virgil didn't react.

Patton frowned, but then went deep into thought.  Then another smile lit his face.

"What do you do with a dead chemist?"  Patton asked.

"Hopefully bury the body,"  Logan said.

"You barium!"

Logan snickered a bit at the chemistry pun.  Patton smiled alike he had accomplished the most impossible feat ever.

"I did a theatrical performance on puns,"  I started, hoping aboard the pun train.  Patton's smile grew.

"It was a play on words."  I finished with a smirk. 

Patton clapped and laughed.  Logan just sighed and rolled his eyes.  I glanced over to Virgil, still no reaction.

"I read a book on anti-gravity,"  Patton said.

"Anti-gravity does not yet exist in our world-"  Logan started, but was interrupted.

"I just couldn't put it down!"  He yelled, laughing uncontrollably.  I laughed a bit.  Logan sighed again but cracked a smile for Patton's sake.

"Want to hear a pizza joke?"  I asked. 

"Yes!"  Patton squealed, clapping his hands together.

"Never mind, it's too cheesy,"  I said, shaking my head.  Patton and I both burst into laughter.

"What do you call a fake noodle?"  Patton asked.  Deceit and Quinn walked down the stairs at this point, making me smirk.

"Boop noodle.  Upsetti spaghetti.  Danger ramen.  Slimey snek."  I laughed, making Deceit roll his eyes. 

"No!  You're saying snake names!"  Patton chastised while laughing.  "I'm talking about an impasta!"

"Good one pop-star."  I laughed, clapping my hands. 

"Are you two just going to make puns until you get a reaction from Virgil?"  Logan asked.

Patton and I nodded frantically.  Still no response from Virgil.  Even the arrival of Deceit and Quinn didn't do anything to his state. 

Quinn sat down at the end of the table with a smirk.  He crossed his arms over his chest.

"This shit is easy peasy, pumpkin peasy, pumpkin pie motherfucker,"  Quinn said, a smirk on his face.

"Why do you do me like this Quinn?"  Virgil asked, a hint of a smile on his face.

"It's the summer of 2005,"  Quinn started. 

"Joe meets Patrick and he's like 'Yo, I know about music',"  Virgil added on with a smile. 

"Heavy metal broke my,"  Quinn said, both of them slamming their hands on the table twice.  "Heart."

Virgil stated laughing.  Quinn smiled a bit.  The rest of us just watched in shock.  How the hell?

"He may look like an angle to you,"  Quinn said with a smirk.

"But to me,"  Virgil said, also with a smirk.

"HE IS MY DADDY!"  They both screamed.  They both burst back into laughter. 

"Excuse me?"  Deceit said, raising an eyebrow at Quinn. He stood next to Quinn, who just laughed.

Quinn reached and pulled Deceit down into a kiss. Deceit turned Quinn's neck ever so slightly to not so subtly show off the new hickey on his neck.

"Phil Lester,"  Virgil laughed. 

"Welcome to emo band's on crack video number sixty six," Quinn said, only increasing Virgil's laughter.

"How the hell?"  I asked Quinn, motioning to Virgil who was now smiling and laughing. 

"You must speak the emo language to make the sad emo laugh,"  He explained, making Virgil laugh again.

"Well thank you for that," I said with a laugh.

I still wonder what was going on with Virgil earlier.

~•~

"So~?" I asked, doing a shoulder shimmy.

"So what?" Asked Remus, giving me a weird look.

"Well did you and Evan have sex or what?" I asked again. Remus flushed bright red, which is funnily strange. He rarely gets embarrassed.

"Shut up," He said lowly.

"So you did," I said with a knowing smirk.

"We didn't!" Remus yelled.

"So you two just disappear together in the middle of an event that Evan planned, nobody sees you two for the rest of the day," I argued. "Both you two are up late today and when we do finally see Evan again, he's covered in hickies."

Remus scowled at me, the tips of his ears bright red with embarrassment.

"Yeah totally not fishy at all," I laughed.

"The only one that smells like fish is you," Remus smirked. I gasped in offense, putting my hand to my chest.

"I do not!" I retorted. "You do!"

"Nah, I smell like pickles poo logs, remember?" He laughed. "It's my deodorants flavor."

I let out a long sigh and rubbed my temple. Remus just laughed at me.

"What does Evan have to say about your addiction to that stuff?" I asked.

"He just ignores me when I eat it," He answered with a shrug.

"Hmm," I hummed I'm mock confusion. "I wonder why?"

"Shut your fucking mouth," Remus growled.

"Oh my Disney, stop avoiding the question!" I accused him. "Did you get some or not last night?"

"Don't talk about Evan like that," Remus growled, deathly serious.

"Sorry," I mumbled. "Well?"

"No," Remus said.

"Yeah, I totally believe that," I sighed. "And here I thought once you did, you'd go parading around all proud of yourself."

"I wouldn't do that to Evan," He mumbled. I raised in eyebrow. "No, if gladly fuck him any day. But he's not comfortable enough for that type of relationship. And he's embarrassed by it easily so I wouldn't go around announcing he lost his virginity to me."

"Makes sense," I said.

"You know who do need to fuck each other?" Remus asked with a smirk.

"Not Quinn and Deceit since they're doing that at least once a week," I snickered. Remus laughed too.

"Agreed but no," He said. "I'm talking about Wylan and Draven."

"Oh absolutely," I agreed. "Someone needs to just lock those two in a closet until they finally admit their feelings for each other."

"Yeah..." Mumbled Remus. We were silent for a bit as the realization dawned on both of us.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Remus asked with a smirk.

"You bet," I laughed, smirking back.

~•~

"Okay, so we'll use the linen closet," I said, motioning towards it. Remus already yanked out all the towels and shelves, leaving them all over the floor.

"We'll leave them in there for an hour?" Suggested Remus.

"Yeah that'll probably be long enough for them to confess and make out a bit," I said.

"Ya know what else we should do?" Remus laughed.

"What?"

"We should lock Quinn and Deceit in a closet too and time how long it takes for them to start fucking," He answered with a laugh.

"Oh my god that's brilliant," I laughed. "We have to do that too."

"Okay, Wylan and Draven first though," Remus said, an excited grin on his face.

"Remember the plan for getting Draven?" I asked him. Remus nodded and turned to head down the stairs.

I followed quickly behind, practically bouncing on my feet in giddy excitement. We headed down to the basement where Draven was.

Remus opened the door and I heard the sound of Steven Universe playing. Is he seriously still watching that.

"We, are the Crystal Gems," Whispered Draven's voice, singing with the opening song. "We'll always-"

"Watcha doin'?" Screeched Remus, jumping down from the stairs.

"N-Nothing!" Screamed Draven, fumbling for the remote and switching it quickly to The X-Files.

"Good, you're not busy," Remus laughed, lunging forward and grabbing Draven.

"What are you doing?!" Draven yelled, trying to struggle out of Remus's grasp.

"Go get Wylan," Remus said.

"What?!" Draven yelled, his voice coming out as a growled.

I smiled to Remus before heading quickly upstairs. I reached the top of the stairs just in time to see Wylan heading up the stairs.

"Hello Wylan," I said, pushing him towards the wall at the top of the stairs. "You look lovely today."

"I wear this every day," He said in an annoyed tone.

"Dance with me?" I asked, putting out my hand.

"Can't you dance with Virgil?" He asked in suspicion.

"Well you're the best," I said, sweeping Wylan into a waltz position.

We danced down the hallway, towards the closet. Wylan giggled a bit, enjoying this.

But when Remus came running up the stairs with a screeching and growling Draven slung over his shoulder, things quickly went to hell.

Remus threw Draven into the closet. Wylan was about to say something but I grabbed him and shoved him into the closet too. He landed on top of Draven.

I slammed the door shut and locked it quickly. Pounding on the door soon ensured. Remus and I just laughed.

"Let us out!" Draven screeched, clawing at the door.

"Not until you two admit your feelings for each other!" Remus yelled back. We both burst into uncontrollable laughter. 

"Quinn and Deceit now?" I asked once we finally calmed down.

"Yes!" Remus declared, getting an excited look in his eyes.

"We can use my closet," I said. "I'll handle Quinn, you get Deceit."

"Gotcha," Remus said, turning to go down the stairs.

I headed down the hallway to Quinn and Deceit's room. I knocked on the door, Quinn answering quickly.

"Hey Roman," He greeted me. "Do you need something?"

"Yes, I'd like it very much if you could come to my room with me," I told him with a comforting smile.

"Um...why?" Quinn asked.

"As Creativity, I enjoy the arts," I explained. "I'd like to paint you."

"Oh," He mumbled, flushing bright red.

"Pretty please," I begged.

"Sure," Quinn finally mumbled.

"Great!" I yelled excitedly, jumping a bit.

I headed back to my room, Quinn following me quickly. I left the door open and sat at my easel.

"Just stand in front of the closet for me," I said.

"Like this?" He asked, giving me a confused glance.  He stood in front of the open closet, arms wound tightly around himself. 

"Perfect," I mumbled right as Remus appeared with a hissing Deceit.

Quinn eyes widened in surprise as Remus basically threw Deceit at him. The momentum sent the two of them straight into the open closet behind them.

I slammed the door shut and locked it. Remus and I started. Loud hissing and screaming came from the other side of the door. We successfully locked them in the closet.

"Quick, start a timer," I laughed. Remus grabbed on from his pocket and started it.

"Best plan ever," I laughed, giving Remus a high five.