A/N: So, I was working on chapter eleven of another sanders sides fanfiction I haven't published yet for some reason, when I realized that this story still exists and I need to update it.

Virgil woke up the next day to see Remus and Janus hovering over him.

"What-" he began in confusion, rubbing his eyes, getting cut off by having a huge sack coming over his body, and he got lifted up.

His screams and curses were muffled by the bag.

The two friends sunk down and brought him to Remus's bedroom.

They let him out of the bag and screamed, "SURPRISEEEEE!"

Virgil started screaming as soon as he got out of the bag. "DON'T KILL ME PLEASE, I'M SORRY FOR STEALING YOUR CONDOMS REMUS, BUT I WANTED TO SEE HOW THEY FELT-"

Remus shoved a cake pop in Virgil's mouth. "I don't care about the condoms, I can always conjure up more, but also, we kidnapped you for your birthday party! Whoooo!"

"Obviously the other sides forgot. It's already five pm. Also you slept a long time. Me and Remus were getting bored watching you. Well- I was, Remus was about to grope you in your sleep."

"Yeah well almost dying takes a lot out of you- wait what?" Virgil asked. "Remus tried to grope me again? Boi."

"Wait, again?!" Deceit asked, shocked.

"Lol, i've groped everyone at least once." Remus said.

"Wait...even Patton? ...Wait, DID YOU GROPE ROMAN TOO?!"

Remus nodded at both questions.

"Classic Remus." Deceit said.

The trio laughed and Virgil said, "Wow, I missed this. Sometimes I wish things didn't change." Virgil sighed sadly.

"Yeah. But look on the light side, no pun intended, you're not a outcast anymore!" Remus said happily.

Virgil frowned. "Well we were outcasts together, and it was really fun with you guys no matter how much Roman fricking sucked. Remember when we'd prank them? Oh my gosh that reminds me Remus, how are you related to someone that annoying?"

Remus started eating his deodorant. "How are you dating someone that annoying? I always thought you'd get with Logan." Remus said, munching on his 'snack.'

"The nerd? Ew, no." Virgil said in fake disgust.

They all laughed, and began to do the birthday ritual they always did.

They placed Virgil on a bed,

chained him there,

covered him in Nutella,

And started licking him clean.

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Roman was pacing around the living room.

"Virgil's gone!" Roman panicked, lifting up couches, wondering if he could somehow be underneath it.

"Roman. You're over reacting." Logan sighed. "Do you see Patton freaking out about this?"

Logan opened the bathroom door, wondering if Virgil was in there, and saw Patton on the floor, crying his eyes out.

"Patton what's wrong?" Logan asked worriedly.

"I-I can't find my dark st-strange son!" He sobbed out, bawling in the bathtub.

Logan sighed, said "i'll be right back" and sunk down to Remus's room. He opened the door and said, "have you seen Vir-" Logan stopped in his tracks when he saw what was happening.

Virgil was chained to a bed, in nothing but sweatpants, was covered in Nutella,
and Janus and Remus were wearing long black robes, and were licking him clean, Remus whispering dirty things to a giggling Virgil, Janus chanting latin between licks.

They stopped when they noticed Logan's presence.

Remus took his mouth off of Virgil's ear so he wasn't chewing it anymore and fake moaning, and Janus stopped licking his neck. "...It's not what it looks like-" the trio said at the same time.

Logan opened his mouth, closed it, spun around on his heel, closed the door, and ran away.

Every man for himself.

He sunk down and ran into Roman.

"What were you doing?" Roman asked, getting up.

"Nothing." A traumatized Logan said, walking to his room, closing the door, laying on his bed and contemplating life.

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As soon as Logan ran out fearfully, the trio started laughing their stomachs out.

"Oh my gosh, did you see his face?" Virgil gasped out.

"He was almost paler than you!" Remus giggled.

"Oh my god I'm about to die!" Deceit yelled, almost crying.

They laughed and continued licking Virgil clean, while talking about random things boys do.

Everytime their tongues ran over a scar, they looked down sadly. They'd all been there.