AU: ×
Ship: Platonic Moxiety
Prompt:×
Requested by: SavingShae
Tw: Self-harm, Suicidal thoughts.
F/A/S: Flangst
POV: 3rd person

Note: This is also sorta personal venting. Soooo sorry bout that
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"YOU KNOW WHAT PRINCEY?!? WE'RE DONE! THIS WAS THE LAST STRAW!" Virgil shouted, despite the tears falling down his face. Roman shook his head "You don't mean that. It's another one of your empty promises!" "OH NO I FUCKING MEAN IT THIS TIME!" The emo hissed. "WE'RE DONE! FUCKING. DONE! YOU MAKE ME FUCKING SICK TO BE AROUND!" He ran off to his room, leaving the Prince there in stunned silence.

Virgil slammed his door shut and flopped onto his bed, tears and eyeshadow staining the purple pillow, which had that similar stains all over it making it almost black due to the excessive amount. He sobbed for a good hour, not sure if he was crying out of anger, sorrow, heartbreak or all three.

The dread soon set in about what he had done, the type of dread that would make you want to cut your stomach open in order to get rid of the pain, and his thoughts began to shift.

Roman is the only one who will love you
You're a problem regardless
You're a problem with a problem
You're a freak.
You know you're just a darkside.
You're disgusting
You look exactly like them, yet you look terrible when they don't.
the only good thing about you is your problem.
And that's not even a good thing
You're horrible
Terrible
Worthless
Useless
You don't deserve the space you take up
You make everything more difficult for everyone around you.
it'd be better if you killed yourself
You know it would be.
They'd be happier.
And that's the only time that you'd truly be happy.

Virgil was beyond reason at this point, the insults repeated in his head over and over, making tears begin to fall from his face once again.

Wow look at you
Crying again?
You're just going to sit there and cry?
It's magnificent how you've manage become even more worthless.
You hate yourself and you know it.
Your scars are never going to fade,
So why bother giving up your mechanism for coping?
Just one...
Just one....
You miss it
You miss the feeling of pain...
One to remind you... Of how much better it is to do this...
If you do this you won't bother anyone with your stupid problems again.
They'll be better because you won't be ruining things for them.

Virgil quickly reached down under his bed and pulled out a red key. He unlocked the top drawer on his nightstand and flung it open. Inside was a pure black container, he grabbed it and opened it, grabbing one of the several silver blades that reflected in the little light there was in the room.

After putting the container back in the drawer, he picked it up and twirled the sharp blade in his hand, a small smile coming to his face as the voices in his head shouted at him to cut... And he did.... Quite a lot, crimson blood dripped from the scars, running down his pale skin. He was so caught up in his thoughts, tears and actions that he didn't hear a knock on the door.

"Kiddo?" Patton asked, when he got no response he tried again "Virgil? Are you okay?" he asked, again, no answer. Patton sighed and slowly creaked open the door, expecting to find him asleep or sulking... But what he saw was much different. "V-Virgil? What are you doing??" Patton asked, tears begining to form in his eyes. Virgil was snapped out of his trance, and looked up at the father figure figment.

He dropped the blade down on the comforter, "P-Patton... I-I-" Patton immediately rushed and hugged him tightly, beginning to sob into Virgil's shoulder as he did so. Virgil, obviously taken a bit back by this, hesitated before trying to hug back with the arm that wasn't bleeding at the moment, and started to cry as well, mumbling out apology after apology.

Patton shook his head and pulled away "n-No... No kiddo, don't apologize... Please... Just... Tell me why this... Why you were hurting that much.... please..." he said, "I..." Virgil sniffled "I just... Think that you guys would be better off without me... I'm disgusting and stupid and just... Horrible... I'm such a freak.. And I'm sorry..." He said before starting to sob into his hands again.

"No, no, nono... Virgil please... Listen...." Patton held onto Virgil's hands carefully and pulled them away from his face so that Virgil would look at him. "You're not horrible or awful or anything like that, you're amazing and wonderful, and you are a part of Thomas... A part of our family.... Thomas wouldn't... We wouldn't be able to work without you..." He said with a small sad smile, "I love ya kiddo... I don't want you to be hurting like this... Please, please, please tell me if you start thinking like that again, it kills me to think that I can't help."

Virgil slowly nodded, still slightly sniffling "I-I will..." He said, Patton looked at the blade on the bed beside Virgil "Do you have anymore?" He asked picking it up. Virgil shook his head "No... I don't." He lied through his teeth. Patton nodded believing him. "Okay, kiddo." He said kissing Virgil on the cheek. He held onto Virgil's arm looking at the new scars "Let's get these cleaned and bandaged up and then I'll make you something to eat... That sound good?" Patton said smiling.

Virgil nodded, the true small smile finally finding it's way onto his face "Yeah... That sounds nice..."