I'm back with chapter three! So I obviously left this chapter open with the intent on following it up with something else! I hope you enjoy this chapter though!

Warnings- Mentions of nudity, mentions of self harm, Self depreciating thoughts.

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The second time Virgil joined the land of consciousness; he wasn't exactly sure where he was. He knew he was surrounded by warm bodies and soft sheets and blankets. He looked around slowly, blinking sleep from his eyes. Roman had his arms around the anxious traits body, holding him close as if afraid he was going to leave. Patton was on his right, curled against his back. The moral side was gripping onto Virgil's hoodie like a life line. Finally there was Logan. He was on Roman's right, laying mostly on his own, except his arm was laying over the Roman just resting against Virgil's arm.

Virgil chuckled softly, and shook his head before he slowly began to detangle himself from his fellow sides. It took him a rough ten minutes to get himself free without waking the others. After a moment of consideration he realized he was in Logan's room, the logical side had a very plain and organized room. It expressed him perfectly.

The youngest side quietly slipped across the floor and out of the room, as much as he appreciated everything the others had done, he needed a minute alone to breathe. So the anxious male went to his room, grabbed some clothes before heading off to the bathroom to take a long hot shower. You see there were bonuses to living in the mind of someone else. They never ran out of hot water.

He grabbed his phone and speaker on his way out, setting them up on the counter before starting the shower up. He let out a soft chuckle as the first note of "Welcome to the Black Parade" played through the speaker. He stepped into the warm water and let out a content sigh as the heat poured over his tense muscles.

Virgil wasn't sure how long he had been in the bathroom, he zoned out after awhile just enjoying the relaxing music alone time. He hadn't been this calm in awhile… Well until the door was slammed open with a bang. The anxious side almost jumped out of his skin with a startled yell. The shower curtain was yanked open and he found himself facing a highly worried Patton, flanked by a frantic Roman, and a Logan who just looked down with everyone.

Virgil's hands instantly covered his naughty bits, his cheeks turning dark red. "COULD YOU GUYS GET OUT!?" He snapped, his eyes roaming over each of their faces. He sighed softly as Patton's bottom lip began to tremble, some of his anger melting away. "Can you just… Let me finish my shower guys?" He asked as he ran a hand through his wet hair.

Patton nodded softly and let his eyes drop in shame. "We just… I woke up and you were gone, I was scared." He said biting his lip slightly. "I needed to make sure you were okay." He murmured before slowly lifting his eyes back to Virgil's. However about midway up his chest, Patton's eyes froze. "Virgil… What are all those scars?" He asked his voice barely a whisper.

Virgil sucked in a harsh breath as he looked down in realization. He could feel Logan's and Roman's eyes on him now as well. There was thin lines covering his chest and arms, it was quite clear what they were, and he knew there was no way to hide it from the others now. But his fear quickly turned to anger, at himself for getting caught in this situation, and at them for bursting in on him. "Just… Get out." He said yanking the shower curtain closed and closing his eyes. He took a deep breath as he heard them shuffle slowly from the bathroom. This was going to be a long day.

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It took another five minutes for Virgil to get out of the bathroom. He was wearing black sweat pants and his normal hoodie, his eye shadow was incredibly dark, and his hood was up signaling he was now in a terrible mood. He shuffled into the kitchen, barely glancing at the sides who were sitting patiently at the table waiting for him. He grabbed his "Nightmare Before Christmas" mug and filled it with coffee before joining them at the table.

He took a long drink before laying his head on the table and waving his hand slightly. "I know you have questions… Just go for it." He mumbled knowing full and well that he wasn't going to be able to escape this conversation.

There was simply silence for a minute, until Logan cleared his throat. "Are those… Are those scars self created?" He asked of course just being blunt about the topic at hand.

Virgil froze for a second before letting out a soft sigh and nodding. "Yes they are." He admitted, slowly sitting up and relaxing back in his chair. He crossed his arms over his chest and scanned his eyes over the other sides at the table.

Logan was schooling his expression, Patton looked ready to break into tears, and Roman almost looked angry. "Why?" The creative trait asked glaring a hole into the table. "Why would you even think of doing this to yourself? What if something went wrong Virgil?!" He snapped his first slamming against the table.

Virgil stared at him blankly for a moment before he just started laughing, much to the shock of the others sitting with him. "Why would I… Someone who was abandoned because of what he represented, ever think of hurting myself?" He asked in an incredibly sarcastic tone. "Maybe just maybe Roman… I did it for a good reason." He said as he pushed back his chair, easily climbing to his feet. "Maybe I did it because it was a source of calming, so I didn't overwhelm Thomas. Maybe I did it to ground myself when I was getting out of control so I didn't hurt anyone. And maybe, just maybe I hurt myself because I was tired of being hurt by everyone else." He said as he glared down at the royal side. "So maybe, you should stop thinking of yourself Princey." He spat venomously before turning and storming off to his bedroom.

Roman stared after his friend, guilt pooling in his gut. As he glanced to his side, he saw Logan and Patton were feeling quite similarly. And for once, Roman had no ideas on how to make things better.