TRIGGER WARNINGS: ANGST, SPOOPY ANGRY GHOST
October 30,

Patton and "Virgil" are going out tomorrow night. I cannot stop them. I am about to lose another person I care about and I could have stopped it. I'm sorry.

-Logan

Logan looked at the gravestones infront of him, one for his husband and one for his son. They were both found dead on Halloween night. Logan wiped away a stray tear and set the flowers on the graves, giving Patton a small letter he had written for him and Virgil the small toy he carried around everywhere.

He said a few words and left, nobody knew what Patton was like before he died, nobody saw what "Virgil" really was. Someone can't de-age, only grow up and Virgil was 21 not 5. Nobody noticed that Patton was slowly going insane, or the decaying smell that was always on Virgil. Nobody noticed, either that or they didn't care.

He had told Remus what happened, who agreed to come and live with him. Logan didn't want to leave the house, but he didn't want to live in it alone. So he stayed, after all his friends had died, after he himself was long gone and decaying, dying of the same thing his friends and family had. Warding off anyone who wanted to take his home away from them.

It was his home, and one day, his family would come back.