Logan walked hastily across the room, carefully carrying a bottle with a light blue substance in it. His tail of the coat he was wearing flew slightly behind him, due to the speed he was walking. As soon as he got to the other side, there was a cylinder[scientific word for measuring cup]. The cylinder held a red substance, seemingly blood. It was almost black. He picked it up, looking at it. He then proceeded to pour the light blue substance into the cylinder. Then smoke filled the air.

Virgil sat on the couch, playing on his phone. He had his seemingly large head phones placed on his head, blasting music. The TV was also on, for some light in the dark room. Roman's bad singing voice was heard through the music, interrupting Brendon Urie's voice. He got up, turning his music off before going to find that *stupid* prince.
Roman was singing along to a song from a new Disney movie. He had watched it ten times in the last two days, while still managing to do his job as creativity. He was interrupted when the door flung open, and there stood Anxiety[this is based before the accepting anxiety ark]. "Is there anything you need, mister panic at the everywhere?" Anxiety groaned, "Yes there is." "what is it then, gloom and zoom?" "stop fucking singing so loud, I'm trying to listen to music." Virgil held up his phone, it displaying the song "Crazy = Genius" by Panic! at the disco. Roman mumbled out an okay, before Virgil walked out.

Logan sat at his desk, wanting to know what that dream meant. Why was he destined to have that dream. He had written it into his journal thing, which was a dark blue. He had sticky notes on the page, with theories on why he had it. His hair was slightly matted, due to him running his hands through it a crap ton of times. He sighed, letting his head fall and hit his desk, full on knowing that slouching was bad for his back. "Logan?" Logan sat up, turning to the door to see Virgil standing there. "Salutations, Anxiety. Is my presence needed somewhere?" "O-oh, no. I was uh- j-just slightly confused." "Are you positive that that's the only thing troubling you?" Virgil shook his head, turning to leave once more. This leaving Logan alone at last with his mind. His mind drifted towards the rose, looking at it he lied on his bed, closing his eyes.

Deceit gasped for air as he lay on his side on the cold floor. Blood trickled out of his side slowly, leaving him there. He smiled slightly, knowing this was what he deserved. The dark room seemed to get colder each second he was there. No one knew what he was, or who he was, No one, but them knew he existed. He pushed himself up, grunting slightly as he leaned himself against the wall. His mind was full of thoughts of what was going to happen to him.