Author: EmoNightmarePrince
Word count: 1210
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TW: Self-harm

Virgil shoved his knife under his pillow after hearing a knock on his door. It couldn't be Logan, he was helping Thomas clean his room. And Patton was bothering Logan. Janus and Remus rarely come see him. So that means... Roman. Virgil pulled down the tight sleeve on his purple shirt and hissed as he felt the fabric rub across the open wounds and drags his blood down.

"Virgil? You in there?" Roman asked through the door.

"Y-yeah, come in!" Virgil stood up and hid his arm where the blood was starting to seep through the sleeve. Roman slowly opened the door and stepped in.

"Hey Virg. What are you up to?" Roman asked.

"No-nothing."
"Great! Patton and Logan are still busy, and I'm bored. Could we hangout?"

"Su-sure."

"You're really stuttery, are you alright?" Roman asked Virgil as he grabbed Virgil's arm that wasn't bleeding.

"Ye-yeah, you just sc-scared me when y-you knocked." Virgil lied.

"Okay... well let's go!" Roman's hand slid down so they were holding hands. Roman pulled Virgil down the hallway to his room. He opened his bright white door to reveal his bedroom.

"What would you like to do?"

"Whatever you want." Virgil mumbled.

"Let's have a disney marathon!" Roman said excitedly.

"Whatever, Princy." Virgil said. Roman walked over to a white cabinet beside his television and started looking through it.

"What movie should we start with?" Roman looked back at Virgil who was standing awkwardly by the door. "You can sit down, Virg."
"Are you sure Princy? You might get infected with my Emo germs." Virgil said sarcastically.

"I'll try my luck."
"Okay, I'm just going to go grab my hoodie." Virgil turned to leave so he could bandage his arm.

"You're not escaping that easily." Roman said as he grabbed Virgil's arm.

"No don-" Virgil tried to stop Roman, but it was too late. Roman felt that his arm was wet, so he turned it over.

"What is this Virgil?" Roman looked up at Virgil.

"I-it's just paint!" Virgil lied, then pulled his arm away. Roman looked at the red liquid on his hand.

"This isn't paint, Virgil." Roman shook his head as he looked at Virgil. "Tell me what it really is."
"It's p-paint." Virgil muttered as he looked down. Roman grabbed his hand and pulled the sleeve down.

"What happened Virgil? Who did this?" Roman said with wide eyes.

"I-I did." Virgil cried. "I did it!"

"O-oh." Roman gasped. He pulled Virgil into his chest and let him cry while rubbing his back.

"It's going to be okay Virgil." He said as calmly as he could. Roman carefully slipped his phone out of his pocket. "I'm going to get Patton and Logan, okay? Then we can figure this out."

"Y-you don't have t-to. Pl-please." Virgil said as he looked up at Roman.

"They need to know." Roman said sadly. He texted Logan and Patton through their group chat that they needed to come to his room. Roman led Virgil to his bed and sat down, pulling Virgil into his lap. "Can I see your other arm?"

Virgil weakly pulled his other sleeve up to reveal the white bandages that were getting stained with the bright red of his blood. Roman started unwrapping it until it was fully off. He placed the bandage on his nightstand, then there was a knock on his door. Roman moved Virgil into the middle of the bed, then stood and answered the door. He quickly stepped out and shut the door behind him.

"What's so important that we had to come here immediately?" Logan asked. "I was doing some very important work that needs to be finished by the end of the day."

"This is more important."

"What is it Ro?" Patton asked as Logan looked at Roman in disbelief. "Why is your shirt red?" Roman looked down to see that some of Virgil's blood was staining his white prince shirt.

"It's blood." Patton gasped. "It's not my blood!" With that Patton gasped again.

"Who's it? A villain you just defeated?" Logan asked.

Roman shook his head. "Virgil's."

"What did you do to my dark strange son?" Patton asked in a panicked voice.

"He- he hurt himself. Purposely." Logan and Patton both stared wide eyed at Roman.
"Oh my gosh" Patton buried his face in Logan's chest.

"He didn't want me to find out, I think I went to his room while he was c-cutting." Roman pradicly gagged at the word. Patton was now sobbing into Logan's chest.

"I-is he alright?" Logan asked after clearing his throat.

"Yeah, I think..." Roman said, then turned and opened the door. Patton calmed down enough so he wasn't crying, then they all walked in.

Virgil was still sitting on Roman's bed, his head was tipped forward so his hair covered his face. His arms were laying ontop of his folded legs in front of him. They could all see the tears as they dripped off Virgil's face and landed on his arms.

"Virgil." Patton whined. Virgil's head shot up and he looked over at them. Patton walked over and sat down beside Virgil.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Virgil whispered, repeating the phrase over and over again.

"It's okay." Patton wrapped his arms around Virgil. "It's not your fault."
"I'm sorry!" He cried into Patton's shoulder.

"Oh kiddo. It's going to be okay, I've got you. You are going to be okay. We're all here for you, Virgil." Patton said softly. Roman and Logan left, but returned shortly after with a first-aid kit. Roman set the white and red box on the nightstand, then he and Logan sat down. Logan on Virgil's other side and Roman infront of him. Logan reached over and rubbed Virgil's back to help him calm down. Virgil eventually let go of Patton.

"Virgil?" Logan asked. "What caused you to do this?"

"I-I do-don't know." Virgil stuttered through the small hiccups from all the crying.

"Have you hurt yourself anywhere else?" Logan asked while rubbing Virgil's knee. Virgil shook his head.

"Just my a-arms." He muttered. Roman grabbed the first aid kit and opened it. He pulled out the rubbing alcohol and cotton balls. After he soaked one, Roman switched spots with Patton and started cleaning the fresh cuts. Virgil hissed and tried to get away from Roman.

"Virgil, we have to clean them."
"I-i-it hurts!" He cried. Patton hugged Virgil again.

"We could watch a movie to take your mind off it?" Logan suggested.

"O-okay." Virgil stuttered. Logan got off the bed and put on a random 'Disney' movie Roman had.

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Virgil looked down at both of his arms that were covered once again with white bandages. He felt and heard his stomach rumble.

"Can we make breakfast?" He asked.

"Sure, but uh- kiddo it's dinner time." Patton said as he tilted his head.

"Right." Virgil mumbled.

"You haven't eaten yet?" Roman asked.

"N-no." Virgil admitted.

"Oh! We could make breakfast for dinner! How does that sound Virg?" Patton asked with a big smile on his face.

"Sounds good, dad." Virgil smiled weakly back. Suddenly the fire alarm was going off.

"My cookies!" Patton stood and bolted out of the room. The three who were left on the bed all started laughing.