Hi. This is set in the Mindscape. Just a heads up. Also, yes this is a late Halloween one shot... I don't see the problem

"Heya, Kiddos!" Patton yelled excitedly, popping up in the Common Room. Logan looked up before returning his eyes to his book.

"Salutations." He muttered. "Patton, is there any reason you are popping up with so much energy at 7:30 in the morning?"

"It's Halloween!" Patton said excitedly.

"Yes because we definitely can't tell the day of the month for ourselves." Janus said sarcastically. Virgil glared at him from his spot on the stairs.

"What's your point, Padre?" Roman asked. Patton grinned, bouncing on the spot.

"We should have a Halloween Party! With costumes and everything!"

"Patton, with all due respect, Thomas is 31. I think we've all out-grown costume par-"

"I love that idea!" Roman said excitedly, cutting across Logan.

"I stand corrected." Logan muttered before standing up. "Well, I shall be taking no part in any of this frivolous endeavour. I shall be in my room if anyone needs assistance." He sank out. Virgil pointed to where Logan had previously been.

"I second that." He said. Roman scoffed.

"Like Panic! At The Everywhere would pass up an opportunity to be scary."

"Last time I was 'being scary', Princey," Virgil said, etching quotation marks with his fingers, "you all laughed at me and said that I wasn't scary because I was one of you." He sighed. "Yeah, I'll pass on this one."

"If this is just going to be a 'Light Sides' thing, then me and Remus play no part in it. We'll be staying." Janus said before sinking out.

"Come on Kiddo, please? It's not a party if there's just two people." Patton said, bringing his hands together in a little pray position. "Please?" Virgil sighed.

"Fine. But I won't enjoy it." He grumbled.

"Brilliant!" Roman exclaimed. "Well, erm, not the part about you not enjoying spending time with us, that hurts, but-"

"Whatever, Princey." Virgil said, picking at a loose string on his hoodie with little interest. "I'm not doing this for you or for the occasion or whatever. I'm doing this cause I've got no other choice. But if I'm going to be part of this activity, can we at least make a rule?"

Roman and Patton looked at each other and shrugged. "Sure, Kiddo."

"We each have to dress up as the thing that scares us the most. Got it?" And without waiting for an answer, Virgil sank out.

Roman paced around his room, trying to think of what scared him the most. The obvious answer (well, the answer that had come to mind at first) was Virgil. More specifically, Virgil finding out that he, Roman, had feels for Virgil. But Roman had pushed that thought away.

"Come on, Roman. Think." He growled.

"Boo."

Roman sighed. Remus was the last thing he needed to deal with right now. "What do you want, Remus, and how does it involve me?"

"I set fire to Logan's bookshelf to piss him off and now he's out for blood." Remus said, far too cheerily for someone with a death sentence. "So I need to hide here for a while."

"Why not go hide in your boyfriend's room? I'm sure Janus would love to see more of you."

"Janus is not my boyfriend."

"Oh, yeah, sure, you just make out with him a few times, like normal friends clearly do."

"Yeah." Remus agreed, nodding his head and grinning. Roman sighed.

"Get out. Now." Remus didn't look like he was going to move. Roman sighed. "Hey Logan!" He yelled.

"Shit, bye." Remus said, sinking out quickly. Roman laughed slightly before running his hands through his hair, trying to think.

"Yeah, no." He thought as the thought of dressing up as Virgil popped into his mind again. "I don't exactly want to embarrass myself." He sighed. "You know what, screw it." He thought. "It'll be fine. Definitely..."

Knock, knock, knock.

Roman jumped. "I'm not camera ready!" He yelled, still trying to get the make-up under his eyes right.

"I'm not a camera, I'm a Side."

Shit. It was Virgil.

"Can you open the door, Princey? Unless you're not decent. If you're not decent, then I can wait."

"I'm not Remus, Hot Topic. And I'm offended that you even-"

"Offended or not, if you've got a shirt and jeans on, I don't honestly care. Just open the door, I need help with my costume."

"Like I said before, I'm not-"

"Are you wearing clothes?!"

"Well yes but-"

"Then I'm coming in."

"Wait, no, Virgil don't-" Virgil had opened the door and frozen in the doorway. Roman smiled sheepishly. "... Tada."

"Princey.... are you dressing up as me for Halloween?" Virgil asked. Roman fixed his eyes firmly on the floor.

"Um... maybe?"

"Why?"

"A lot of Fanders do it and I just thought, well, you're pretty scary and you scare me so, um... yeah."

Virgil coughed slightly and looked away, pink rising in his pale cheeks.

"Um, anyway, what d'you need?"

"I was, um, just wondering if you had, like, a red baseball hat or something."

"Oh, um, sure. One sec."

As Roman turned away, Virgil told himself to get a grip. So what if Roman was dressing up as him for Halloween? It didn't mean anything. It just meant that Virgil was scary. To Roman, anyway.

"Here." Roman said, holding out a red cap.

"Oh, erm, thanks Princey. And if you're going to dress up as me for Halloween," Virgil smeared away some of the eyeshadow under Roman's eyes with his thumb, "go easy on the eye make-up."

This was written from a prompt by the absolutely awesome, wonderful, insert-great-adjectives-here Swearingparrot and WynnAndLuna25. Seriously, go Follow both them or I will come after your skull with a baseball bat. I'm not joking, go Follow them, they're both fucking awesome.

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