TW: Kidnapped, you pretty much know the drill by now, right? Also, a panic attack

I wake up in a dark room. Probably a basement. I sigh, realizing what happened. Not again. I feel my eye is swollen shut, and my legs ache worse then I thought possible. Even breathing hurts right now. Great. Just great.

"This is getting very unoriginal," I say.

"Don't blame me, it was Jason's idea," J-Dee says, appearing out of the shadows.

"Well, they're lacking creativity," I say, "So where does everyone think I am?"

"By Monday you'll be dead to them," J-Dee says.

I'm definitely underreacting here, but I'm just done with everyone's crap.

"You know, faking my suicide is very JD of you, J-Dee," I say.

"Would you like me to get some drain cleaner then?" He asks.

"I dare you, coward," I say.

He won't. We're 14 and he's not mentally unstable enough. Not even Remus is. Jason, on the other hand-

"Good to know it's the real you, Virgil," Jason says, walking in.

"Yeah, what do you want this time?" I ask.

"Like we'd tell you. Oh, and if you think of escaping I should let you know we have people here 24-7, and the whole place is locked. So there's no chance," He says.

I look around. I realize my sweatshirt is off, which means so is my emergency knife. My arms and legs are also bound, and there are no windows in here. They really went to town. I didn't know it was possible to hate me this much.

"Oh, that's just amazing. The lengths you go to be with me," I say with a smirk.

Jason goes very red. He's always embarrassed when I do this.

"Shut up,"

"You didn't when I asked, so why should I now?" I ask.

"You will listen to me if you value your life," Jason threatens.

"We both know you can do better than that," I say.

He throws his hands up.

"I'm done. You're going to regret this," He says, leaving the room.

"Aw, thanks!" I call.

J-Dee looks from me to the door and back to me again.

"What was that?" He asked.

That was possession. Any ghost can do that in less than one lesson.

"That's the only way to get him to go away," I say.

J-Dee smirks.

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind,"

"So why're you being so nice right now? I thought you hated me," I say.

"I do and I don't. Oh, and by the way, I wouldn't recommend trying to leave. Grace and Jason are working together now," He says.

"Thanks for the tip," I say.

"You're being surprisingly chill about this," J-Dee notes.

I shrug.

"Eh. Not my first time. You would know," I say.

He winces a little.

"Still sorry," He says.

Sure he is.

"Well, I should probably let you know it's Sunday afternoon. You were out for a while," He says.

"Fun," I say.

J-Dee leaves, leaving me all alone. I wiggle out of my leg restraints and walk around the room. For kidnappers, they could really use a knot-tying lesson or two.

---

After several hours a realization hits me. I'm trapped here, all alone, and the world thinks I'm dead. There's no getting out of here. I'm trapped. I'm trapped. I. Am. Trapped.

My heart pounds and my breathing starts to quicken. I swear, if I get an asthma attack to I'm going to lose it.

I'm trapped. I'm trapped and no one is coming to get me and my friends are probably upset and oh god Patton might cry-

I'm hyperventilating at this point, rocking back and forth in a small ball on the floor. That's when J-Dee walks in. I hear him swear under his breath. He walks over to me.

"Are you ok? What is happening?" He asks.

I can't talk, I'm too panicked. That just leads to him swearing more, and eventually just leaving the room.

He comes back a few minutes later with a stress ball.

"Squeeze this and try to breathe. I don't know what else to tell you," He says.

Does he actually care or is he just trying to earn my trust so I don't try to escape? Sorry, Stolkholm Syndrome, not today!

I do eventually calm down, and J-Dee puts me back in my chair. He slips on the ropes again but doesn't retie them. He leaves without a word. What is he playing at?

*Roman POV*

We haven't seen Virgil since Friday. He hasn't responded to any of our texts or calls, so either he's brooding or in trouble.

"Guys, I think we should go check on him," I say.

"Or not. He might just want some time alone," Logan says.

"Fair point, but he could be in danger and in need of saving," I say.

"What? Is he your prince you have to save like you're a knight?" Logan asks, scoffing a little.

"A little. Though I think Patton would be my prince," I say.

They both stare at me. Did I say that out loud?

"Good, because I wouldn't want any other," Patton says.

Oh. Oh my. Does he actually like me back? Or is my gayness causing a love daydream? I really hope not.

"Well, it's about time," Logan says, looking at us.

We both go a little red.

"So are we going to go look for Virgil or..." I trail off.

"Yes!" Patton says, seizing the opportunity to shove away our embarrassment.

We walk over to his house, which takes around 20 minutes. When we get there, we knock on the door. His dad answers.

"Whaddya want?" He asks gruffly.

He is not who I expected Virgil's dad to be. Although I was honestly expecting something out of the Addam's family, so I guess I shouldn't be too surprised.

"We're wondering if Virgil can hang out," I say.

"Ah. He's probably upstairs. VIRGIL! SOME KIDS ARE HERE TO SEE YOU!" He shouts.

Patton flinches a little at the noise.

"Go on, his room is the black door," His dad says.

"Thank you, sir," Logan says, walking in.

We follow and go upstairs. We open Virgil's door and enter his room. He's not there, but his room is amazing. There's Nightmare Before Christmas posters, the walls are a light purple, and everything just seems neat. His desk has a few sketches and his computer.

"Hey guys, look at this," Patton says.

We walk over to him, right by the window. It looks like it's locked with a locker lock. One of the basic combination ones.

"That's odd. But Virgil isn't here, so we should leave and keep searching," Logan says.

"You're right," I say.

---

We search around his entire neighborhood, eventually walking over to the meadow.

"I don't think he's here. He might be hanging out with friends," Patton says.

"Hate to break it to you, but what friends?" I say.

"I think you two may want to see this," Logan says.

We walk over to him. He's holding Virgil's earbuds, which are slightly damaged at the part you plug them in like they were ripped out of his phone. I pale. Virgil doesn't go anywhere without his earbuds, and he would certainly never forget them somewhere.

Hi peeps! This is probably going to be the only update for this until Monday, sorry. I hope you enjoyed reading. Feel free to leave any thoughts or feedback in the comments and have a wonderful day/night you magnificent peep!