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UNKNOWN || NWONKNU

I'm lonely, and I'm cold, and I'm honest and ugly. Some consider me beautiful, but I am truly ugly.

I am a regret that seems so beautiful, but I will destroy everything around you, after I steal you away.

You may think you want me, crave me like a drug, but you don't, not really.

Want me.

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ANXIETY || VIRGIL

I slunk into the common room, or the living room if you want to call it that, I call it the common room because the living room is where we record. The common room is the chill place. The safest public area in Thomas's mind. Oh, and the living is not in Thomas' head, it's actually real.

Woah. That was way too existential, even for me. I should really calm myself before I have a panic attack.

"Hello, Virgil." The voice startled me as I looked to see that it was Logan who had greeted me from the opposite end of the couch I had settled on, he glanced up for a few seconds before returning to his book. Some science thing or something.

"Sup, Logan." My voice was unintentionally quiet. "Mind if I watch TV? There was a documentary on serial killers I wanted to watch."

"Go ahead." He didn't look up from the pages, only shifted his eyes to the right as he moved on to the next page.

Shrugging, I grabbed the remote before settling back in the corner of the couch, curling into a slight ball shape as I searched on demand for the documentary.

Finally finding it, I pressed play before nuzzling back into the corner of the couch, zipping up my jacket and pull my arms inside so it was like a cocoon. Logan didn't mind, he even glanced up at the documentary every once and a while, becoming interested with certain parts.

About halfway through, I let out a small yawn, laying my head down on the couch's armrest, letting my eyes flutter closed. I felt completely relaxed, listening to the various methods a serial killer used to kill someone.

That's not that weird, right? No, no of course not. It's totally sane. After all, I'm just an imaginary being in Thomas' head, if anyone here is weird, it's him. Not me. I'm an innocent personality trait. Who's watching a documentary about serial killers, which means Thomas most likely is or wants to watch a documentary about Serial killers.

Okay, I'll stop breaking the fourth wall now.

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I must've fallen asleep on the couch, because that's where I woke up, my neck stiff and my arms- although covered by my jacket- were freezing, even though when I looked down I could see that someone had pulled a blanket over my lower half, which was actually quite nice.

Involuntarily, I yawned, my sleeve slipping up accidentally as I reached to pull the blanket closer around me.

"Hey, Virgil, you awake yet-" As he walked in, Logan's eyes fly to the small, exposed portion of my arm. Concern flashes in his eyes, but he clears his throat to avoid awkwardness as he continues his statement. "Oh, it seems that you are awake. That makes my job easier. Thomas wants to shoot a video exclusively with you." Quickly, I pull the blanket closer around me, hiding my arm underneath it.

"Why does he need me for a video? Isn't there a more cheerful, relatable, smarter and more useful trait around to shoot a video?" I stated, not wanting to leave the comfort of this blanket, while also hoping that this conversation didn't take the turn that I know it would take.

Logan shrugged, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. "Look, Virgil, I'm not here to squabble with you. I'm merely a messenger delivering a message, okay? Now, I just want to make a pot of coffee before everyone else wakes up, so you do whatever you want, I'm not your boss, although if I was you most certainly wouldn't listen to me anyway." He walked past the couch, heading to the kitchen.

At the doorway of the kitchen, he paused, half-way turning towards me, his face scrunched up in such a way that I was taken aback by it; It was a look of confusion, and emotion, certainly odd for a trait for Logan.

"You know," He began. "That really isn't healthy for you." Without asking, I already knew what he was talking about. My arms. The things I had done to them. Mutilating them for the sole reason of wanting to hurt myself.

"What isn't really healthy for Virgil?" Patton appeared at the foot of the stairs suddenly, causing me to jump, the blanket pulled around me even tighter.

"Uh, sleeping on the couch, it really isn't good for his neck and back. Especially with his position in the corner like that, that could really ruin his posture." Logan replied quickly, and I inwardly sighed with relief that Logan didn't expose me.

"Oh, that is very true, kiddo, you should take better care of your posture." Patton nodded in agreement, smiling at me with that stupid fatherly smile of his.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes before regretfully standing up, discreetly pulling both my sleeves down. "I have to go do a vid with Thomas, so I'll see you guys later."

"Watch your posture! Don't slouch so much kiddo!" Patton said cheerfully, causing me to produce a small, forced smile.

"Take care of yourself." Logan mumbled underneath his breath, and although Patton missed it I heard it loud and clear.