Virgil's POV:
I was going downstairs to get some chips, when I see two sides talking to eachother. One had a grey hoodie, with a tear drop sown on. The other had an orange long sleeved shirt with a white jacket tied around his waist.

Whose that? Are they new sides?  Are they apart of the dark sides? Why are they here? What do they want?
Then, the one with the orange shirt turned around and saw me. "Well, it looks like we have company. Where's my five dollars?" The one with the grey hoodie  sighed, and handed the other side $5.

" Well, I think we should introduce ourselves. You can call me Wyatt, and my friend over here, is Ace. We are two of the originals."