The new vid was great but look at the emo bean. He's not doing too well in there.

The echo killed me.

Sooo... I bring a really short thing, becuase why not?

Tw: short discription of Sensory overload and anxiety attack. Nothing too bad but I had one so Verge gets one ;)
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The room had gone from bad feeling, to cool, to cringey, to embarrassing real quick.

The writting, the awards, the music, the memories.

What if they'll never be able to feel the same way again?

Patton had the smell of Childhood Christmas for hell's sake and Thomas....he,was right, it's not the same when you're an adult.

What if everything became like that?

What if things stopped feeling as amazing as they did before?

What if they reach a point where nothing adds up- where nothing is worth it.

What if- he closed the binder in his hand, it made a sound that echoed sending unwelcome shocks down his spine and caused his teeth to clench.

"Virgil, are you ok?"

Logan, thank God for his sub par observation skills.

Virgil shook his head, fingers tapping on the binder nervously. Words refused to leave his lips.

Patton, Roman and Thomas went on a spiel, their laughter and voices were getting too loud.

He was quickly becoming uncomfortable and he could already feel it, the sensation of a million insects crawling beneath his skin and the slight burning from its wake. It was familiar feeling, one he didn't want to happen here.

The Dark trait hardly realized that he had placed the binder to hide his face. His eyes were darting around, left to right, Patton and Thomas were still going.

The room was getting too bright and the others were being to loud - the binder dissappeared.

The room was really getting BrIghT.

He really wasn't feeling good, groaning softly he placed a hand to his head, he may have swayed a little, he wasn't sure.

Logan was saying something - oh, he was explaining what was happening to him.

Virgil couldn't make out a few words but his host asked him a question.

"Virgil that's  not happening, right?"

It took him a second to catch the question and a bit more to answer.

"Ňö"

Shit-he slapped his hand over his mouth, this wasn't good, that echo wasn't good, he needed to calm down, he needed to leave.

"... lets go it's time to end this experiment..."

That's all he heard and that's all he really needed - to leave.

"But we can't leave now...."

No,Roman no, please-

Dad, I'm sorry but please

Thomas come onnn

"Logan, can you just stop, please"

Virgil's thoughts abrubtly stopped, Dad just snapped. Dad just snapped at Logan.

"Fine, if you don't want to listen to me then this is your problem to resolve..."

Shit, shit shit shit shit shitShIt.

Instantly his thoughts returned and at an even faster speed.

He sunk down. He left. He left you here.

His face must have been terrified because suddenly Thomas was infront of him, the book his host was holding was dropped on the floor, his hands were shaking-

"Verge?"

Virgil couldnt reply even if he wanted to, so he shook his head, hands closing around his ears, eyes squeezed shut and breathing frantic.

It was too much, too bright, too loud. Nothing was ever going to be the same as back then. Too much, toomuchtoomuchtoomuchtoomuch

The youngest trait ended up sinking out due to pure self preservation alone.

He landed on something cold and hard. His breathing was all over the place and his body had automatically curled up. Arms around knees with his face pressed in between them as far as it could go.

He couldn't move like this and he couldn't make a sound. So he shook and shuddered silently as his lungs burned and his throat tried to close on him.

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He didn't know how long he was like that, he didn't know where he was. What he did know was that he was running out of air-

"Virgil?"

He couldn't tell who that was.

"Virgil, can you hear me? You're breathing rate is not ideal, you need to calm down"

Logan, of course.

"Listen to my breathing, we'll so the exercises ok?"

He couldn't answer, hell all his mouth was could do was gasp for air.

"Come on, try again"

He was trying but he couldnt-

"I'm going to take your hands ok? I want you to keep breathing but I'll need you to follow these instructions"

He could feel Logan's hands, they were warm compared to his cold, clammy ones. His face was still in between his knees, he wouldn't be able to move if he tried.

"All my fingers are open and pointed straight out, I need you to curl five of them down, any five, individually and slowly, this is another exercise that should help keep you grounded, try it"

He took a long gasping breath and shakily managed to curl down five of Logic's fingers. He couldn't see them but he could feel which five he closed.

"Excellent, now close four fingers"

He brought down four. Three from the left and one from the right, leaving only Logan's left pinky finger up.

"Well done, now lift three fingers"

He lifted the Left index finger, the Right ring finger and the Right thumb.

"Good, now close four"

He slowly closed them all.

"You're doing very well Virgil, lift two fingers"

He lifted Logan's right middle and index finger.

"Lastly, close one-"

He closed the ring finger, leaving Logan's middle finger up.

"You know, I figured you would do that"

He managed a hoarse chuckle, only now realising that his breathing had slowed down. He tried his breathing exercises again and Logan waited with him until he was calm enough.

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After a few moments the Dark trait  slowly uncurled. Logan only managed to see his head lift a little and then suddenly he had an arm full of Virgil.

Usually not one for contact, the Teacher stiffened but quickly forced himself to relax, he forgot how clingy the younger could be after attacks. So with an internal resigned sigh, he began to calmly card his fingers through Virgil's purple locks.

He wasn't very good at the motion, it was more of a robotic movement but Verge didn't seem to mind it. Soon enough he became acustomed to it, lightening up on the pressure and speed and now he had an armful of melted Virgil. Honestly he was half expecting the younger to start purring at this point.

After what felt like a good twenty minutes, the Teacher attempted to get a look at the younger's face, he couldn't tell if he had fallen asleep or not. However when he did Virgil moved to bury his face further into his shoulder. It was only then that he realised the Darker trait had been crying.

"Virgil-"

"I'm sorry-"

"Why are you sorry, you did nothing wrong"

"But-"

" But nothing. I should be the one apologizing, I left-"

"You did-", croaked the younger.

Logic found himself wincing, we her it was because of the sound of Virgil's voice or something else was uncertain.

"I know and I'm sorry, I just... I just lost my temper"

Virgil then surprised him by chuckling, albeit hoarsly, of course.

"Yeah and I lost my shit, so call it even?"

Now it was Logan's turn tochuckle.

"Yes Virgil, even"