The picture above is not mine. I found it on Facebook and it gave me a prompt.

-Patton's POV-

“Hello, my Dark, Strange Son! How are you today? ” I say to Virgil as I walk into the living room. He frowns in confusion for a second before saying, “Uh... I'm good, I guess... But...”
“What's up, kiddo?” I ask him, getting a little concerned. “Why... Why have you only ever called me your son? Like, what makes me so special?”

Oh, dear... Well, this isn't a conversation I had intended on having anytime soon...

“Well, Virgil, um...” I stumble as I try to find words. “You... You know how I'm Thomas's heart, right?” he nods so I continue, “And the heart controls the emotions, right?” he nods again, slower.
“Well... I... I used to be in charge of Thomas's anxiety...” I say slowly. Virgil makes a face somewhere between shock and confusion and says, “What happened, then?”

“I got stressed with all the jobs I had to do, so I... Broke some of it off. I... I made you.” I explained, though probably badly.
Virgil looks at me like he literally couldn't believe what he had heard. “Are you for real right now?!” he asks. I nod shyly and say, “B-but don't get me wrong; I didn't create you because I hated having you as a part of me. I created you because I had more jobs than any other side, and I was starting to get overwhelmed...”

“I... You... Why didn't... Um, I need some time to comprehend this...” he stutters. “Take your time, kiddo.” I tell him.
“What... Just happened?” Logan said. Oh, boy, here I go again...

-Virgil's POV-

Years. For years, I have been wondering where I came from, why I was here, or if I was even necessary. Now that I finally have answers, I don't know what to do with them.

First, Patton is, for all intents and purposes, my dad. Second, I'm here because he couldn't handle the stress of all his duties. Third, of course Patton wants me around; he created me!

I... I really don't know how to feel right now. Sad? Happy? Loved? Rejected? I just... I don't know!! This is all so much to take in!
With my hands still on my head, I hear a knock. “Virgil, can I come in?” I recognize the voice as Dad's. “Y-yeah, come in.” I say.

He shuts the door behind him and sits down. “I'm sorry I never told you... I just didn't want you to feel like you were created because I didn't like you...” he says to me. “Yeah, but now I don't.... It's just, everything finally falls into place for me, and I still don't understand it...” I explain to him.

Patton grabs my hands and lifts my chin up so I'm facing him. “Just know that you will always be loved by me, son. I know I can be immature, but I really do try for you.” he tells me.
“Try for me....?” I ask in confusion. He nods and says, “Every time you and Roman fought, I always tried to calm you down. Any time you got anxious, I was there for you. I've been trying to be a good father this entire time...”

“Dad, I... Thank you...” I say, truly at a loss for words. Then I remember something probably important: “Do... Do the others know?” I ask him. Patton shakes his head and says, “I only told Logan what we were discussing, but not in detail. I didn't want you to be uncomfortable. Also, it is kind of a hard thing to discuss, ya know?”

I nod, but then Logan (speak of the devil) knocks on the door frame. “Patton, my apologies, but I am discontent with your answer earlier.” he says. Patton laughs nervously and says, “What... Why?”
“You claimed that you were talking about 'Virgil's history', but somehow, I highly doubt that.” Logan says.

“Well... I wasn't completely lying...” Patton says. Somewhere, I know Deceit is smirking to himself.
“Then, pray tell, and please be truthful, what were you two discussing?” Logan asks. Patton sighs, so I speak up. “He told me where I came from... Why... I'm here...” I stumble.

“And...? What did he tell you?” he pries.

-Logan's POV-

Look, I'm not trying to infringe, but I genuinely want to know what they were talking about. They're... Important to me... And I want to know about things concerning them.

“Lo... Look...” Patton starts. I look up at him, urging him to continue. “Come on, you're smart; put two and two together, here... I'm Thomas's feelings, and Anxiety is a feeling.” he says.
It illudes me only for a moment. I soon understand that Virgil and Patton were once a single trait that was broken into two separate people.

“But... How? Why?” I ask. “I got stressed with everything I was assigned to, so I broke some of it off, which created Virgil.” Patton explains.

I head back to my room to reevaluate everything I knew.

-Patton's POV-

Logan walked out of the room with a look of shock on his face, and I turn back to Virgil. “You alright, kiddo?” I ask, as he is hiding in his hoodie.
“I don't like socializing.” he says simply. I chuckle at this and pull off his hoodie.

“Well, he left, so you don't have to hide anymore.” I tell him. “So, do I call you Patton or Dad?” he asks me.
“Heh, you can call me whatever you want, kiddo! As long as you're comfortable, I'm happy.” I tell him.

He smiles and hugs me. “I love you, Dad.” he tells me. That makes me smile as I hug him back. “I love you too, my Dark, Strange Son.”

A/N
Sorry if this is bad, but I'm just trying to make up for the gap I created between my stories.