Roman's P.O.V.
After the video I spent an hour or so in my room, sitting in an uncomfortable silence. I know that from the eyes of anyone else I was completely fine and unshaken by the curse placed on me by my sworn enemy. But once I was alone in my room, my thoughts the only sound, I embraced the fact that I was not fine.

I valued singing more than anything else, and when the thing I cared about most was taken away I just didn't know what to do. It was like a part of me had been ripped out, thrown away, just completely destroyed.

I was curled up against my bed, tears springing to my eyes, when I heard a scream. Concerned, I jumped up and opened my door to see what was happening. Patton came running down the hall to Virgil's room and knocked on his door.

"Kiddo, you ok?" he asked. I walked down to Virgil's door, Logan following close behind me. A muffled cry sang from inside the room, "I can't reach the door!"

"Hold on, Virgil!" Logan yelled, for once his voice lined with fear. He tried the door knob, and to no surprise it was locked. Panicking, I did the only thing I could think of. I gestured for Patton and Logan to back away, then rammed myself into the door, busting it opened and breaking part of the lock. Me, Logan and Patton ran into Virgil's room, where Patton found him on the floor.

~time skip~

I walked out of the room, having said nothing more than absolutely necessary. When I was back in my room, I locked the door and sat down against my bed once more. I reached for my phone and, with a great deal of hesitation, began to search for a song. I'd already tried multiple times to sing, and every time was just another failure. I finally found a song: I Can Go The Distance from Hercules, the disgustingly underrated and overlooked 1997 Disney movie.

The song began. I opened my mouth, but I hesitated to sing. I waited until the very end of the song to even let out a sound. The song played again, again, again. I couldn't even bring myself to try, because even though I was holding on to the slightest bit of hope, I knew deep down that I was only wasting precious time. So, using that untruthful hope, as the song played for what must have been the fifth time, I let out the voice that I had trapped in my throat.

And all that came out was words. No melody, no rhythm, no tune, just words. I sounded the way I once imagined Logan's singing voice: robotic and dull, to the point of not even singing at all. Tears sprang to my eyes as both the song and my last bit of hope faded away. I turned my phone all the way off, ensuring the song wouldn't play again; I couldn't bare hearing someone sing when I couldn't.

So there I sat for who knows how long, crying softly and quietly on the floor of my bedroom.

Logan's P.O.V.
As we sides have told our own versions of this story, I've heard one word from all of us continuously: hopeless. Hopeless: adjective, feeling or causing despair about something. I guess you could say that, at some point in this ordeal, I was hopeless, but that is farther along in this story.

The day that Roman and Virgil were cursed, that day changed the way we all felt. Us Sides felt safe in the Mind, where Thomas had enough control to protect us from any harm. When it was confirmed for us that there were things in the Mind none of us could control, we definitely didn't feel quite as safe anymore. Even with as detached as I am to emotions, I could still sense the 'change in the atmosphere,' as some say.

The next twenty four hours would be horribly silent and strange. Yes, Patton and I spent a great deal of that time together, but the true silence came from the absence of the constant bickering between Roman and Virgil. The two never left their rooms, Patton occasionally going in to bring them food and water.

"Logan?" Patton said questioningly. It was just about to be midnight, and he had just returned from checking on a sleeping Roman.

"Yes, Patton?" I said.

"Don't you think you should go to bed?" He rubbed his eyes and yawned, adding some emphasis to the fact that it was late at night and he was tired.

"Dearest, you know I am here for you just as much as you are for me. So if you are staying up into the early morning hours to take care of your 'kiddos,' then that's exactly what I will be doing with you. Excepting for the fact that they most likely would not want me in their rooms right now." I stood from the couch I had been sitting on and walked to Patton.

"So, would the better question be that possibly you should go to bed?" He let out a sigh as we stepped away from each other and stood face to face.

"Yeah.." Patton mumbled. "But I still have to check on Virgil one last time. He actually fell asleep before midnight tonight." I grinned and grabbed his hand, leading us upstairs.

Patton's P.O.V.
I slid my hand away from Logan's and walked off to check on Virgil one last time for the night. As softly as possible, I knocked on the door and slowly opened it. I just barely peeked inside, just enough to see Virgil laying down on his bed, still sound asleep. So I shut the door again and went back to Logan's room. But just as I reached out to push the door open, I heard a voice.

"Patton." it whispered. It sounded like a really quiet echo. I turned, only to see there was nobody there but a wall.

"Patton." it whispered again, this time sounding more serious. I was terrified, and with all my heart I wanted to run strait into Logan's room and lock the door and hide with him under the covers of his bed, but my whole body froze in fear.

"Patton!" I managed to turn my head back to the bedroom door, where Logan was standing. He looked a bit concerned, but he sighed with relief.

"What are you waiting for? You were going to sleep with me tonight, were you not?" I nodded before stepping inside his room. Logan shut the door behind me, making me feel a little better.

"Logan, did you hear that voice?" I asked fearfully. His face scrunched up with confusion and he hesitated to answer.

"The only voice I heard was my own, calling your name." Now I sighed with relief, as the voice had just been Logan calling for me. It was still strange how it sounded so much like an echo..

"You are obviously very tired, Patton. Why don't you get ready for bed now, and I'll join you in about fifteen minutes." Logan grabbed his unicorn onesie and a pair of boxers out of his dresser drawer and walked into his bathroom, shutting the door behind him. I yawned again, stretching out my arms slowly. My eyelids felt heavier and heavier with every breath I took. I figured I would just rest for a moment before going off to get ready for bed, so I sat on the side of Logan's bed. Within a few seconds, I was out for the night.

Logan's P.O.V.
After I had showered, brushed my teeth, combed my hair and had gotten dressed, I opened up the bathroom door and stepped out. I was met by the sight of Patton sleeping peacefully, curled up on my bed like a cat. I smiled, walking to him and slowly getting in the bed.

I took off his glasses and cardigan and sat them on the bedside table. Then I grabbed a spare blanket that had been folded neatly next to the bed and placed it over Patton, who then moved closer to me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

A bit shocked by how much affection he showed for me even in his sleep, I stayed there completely motionless. But then I looked down at his peacefully sleeping face and loosened up, bringing my hand to his head and gently stroking his hair. Patton's smile widened, and so did mine, as I drifted off to sleep.

A.N.
I'm sorry (but I'm really not at all) about all the P.O.V. switches, but I had to clearly show you everyone's emotions so you can see just how big of an impact the curse is already making... and to show some other things... Also, Hercules. I'm not kidding when I say that the 90s was a wonderful decade for Disney and Disney Pixar, and it's shameful how many of those movies have been underrated and overlooked. So yeah, that's why Roman had that momentary rant about Hercules.