#He doesnt hed bring anything good to Thomas life

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Booktok: Alastair should just get over himself and accept Thomas jaja hes being so dumb

Me:

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Kiddo? (Pt.1)

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Patton woke up late, yes, Logan and Roman were the early birds of the mindscape. Roman made breakfast and Logan made sure everyone else was on schedule.

Hence the knocking on the door.

"Patton, it's time to wake up," Logan's voice sounded from the crack under the door. Patton stepped onto the floor, snapping his fingers to switch from his favorite cat onesie to his usual attire, albeit with the addition of a khaki skirt rather than pants. After all, they didnt have a video to do any time soon, he and Logan were happy to have an excuse to wear there favorite skirts.

"Mornin' Logie, I'm gonna go wake up Virgil then," Patton said with a yawn. Logan nodded and walked off, leaving Patton in the hall. Patton stretched his arms out before heading down the hall to the ornate black and purple door that marked Virgil's room.

"Oh, good morning Janus! Is he already up?" Patton said, nodding his head at the taller man.

"Oh, no, I was just going to wake him up, you seemed like you needed rest," Janus said, smiling.

"Oh! Well if you'd rather wake him up that's alright, does Remus need any nudging or-" he was cut off by the sound of a scream from the living room. Janus' smile turned into a sort of mild smirk.

"Well, that answers that," Patton said, smiling as he opened the door to Virgil's room.

"Hey kiddo, it's almost three PM, time to get up," Patton said, slightly nudging the lump of angst curled up at the center of the bed.

"Noooooooooo," Virgil groaned, curling in further.

Patton looked over at Janus, who stood in the room beside him, used two hands to pull off the covers, and two more to drag Virgil out of the bed, much to the smaller sides annoyance.

"Hey just because I'm short doesnt mean you get to treat me like this!" Virgil grumbled as Janus set him down.

"Well, as the tallest, I'd say it does," there was a glint of amusement in Janus' eyes.

Breakfast proceeded as usual, Remus made something visually disturbing out of grits, Patton laughed it off, smiling as Logan critiqued the anatomical accuracy. Roman sighing and rolling his eyes as he ate.

Patton was glad that they'd all finally started getting along, he could learn so much more about Janus and Remus now, and they certainly had a lot to share.

"Patton? Theres something we need you to check out, theres been a disruption in the imagination, Roman and Remus cant seem to reach it, its blue," Logan said. Patton paused in his conversation with Janus, his hand resting in the mess that was Virgil's hair as he'd been trying to fix it.

"O-oh, alright, I'll- check it out after breakfast," Patton said, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from shaking.

"Pat dont worry, you're not going in there alone," said Roman, Remus merely nodded and went back to fixing his grit sculpture. Patton just nodded and continued stuffing his face.

It's not that he didnt like the imagination, but it didnt seem to like him. Most of the times he'd been in there it tried to kick him out, violently. He sometimes worried it was a remnant of King Creativity, though the split had been a mass agreement; and even Roman and Remus agreed it was best after the situation had been explained to them, Patton had always been the one to talk down the King, the one to keep his ideas from hurting the others or Thomas. It had been Janus'idea to split between light and dark sides after Remus' creation, thought perhaps if they remained separated there was less risk of one taking over the other. Though now they all realized how much of a mistake it had been.

Now here he was, walking along side Roman and Remus, one with sword, one with shield on either side of him, towards an ominous glowing thing in the middle of the woods.

"Alright, here it is," Roman said, shield raised.

Patton watched the thing for a bit, stepping slightly closer.

And then it went dark, Patton was spinning, he heard Roman and Remus yelling, and then he heard crying.

"Come on kiddo you dont need to cry! You're a light side! You're better than them! So much better!" That was Patton's voice, but Patton wasnt talking. He turned in the direction of the sound. In front of him was. . . Himself, but without a skirt, his eyes were cold, as if he'd never felt an emotion a day in his life. His arm was wrapped around a boy that look like Virgil, but somehow smaller, he was curled in on himself. . . And there were bruises on his face.

"HEY- THATS MY SON!." Patton tried to reach out from the space he was trapped in, tried to reach for Virgil, hold him, comfort him. But instead he merely fell onto the floor.

The other Patton stopped, standing up and holding a hand out.

"Well, you're new, welcome to the light sides, the best part of the mindscape. . ." He raised an eyebrow at Patton.

Patton stood up, the other version of him looked startled, Virgil shrunk further into the couch, eyes wide, fearful.

"Kiddo? Go to your room," said the other Patton, narrowing his eyes.

"But who is-" Virgil scurried off at the sight of the man's clenched fist.

"Much better, much more obedient than those dark side scum," the other Patton grinned maniacally.

Patton froze, "You cant just treat them like that! They're our friends!" He said, voice quavering.

"So you're the naive me then? So trusting, so. . . Stupid," the dead-eyed man said, his voice dripped with sarcastic sweetness.

"So you're the cruel unfeeling me who thinks that your friends are pathetic," Patton snapped. He felt something on his face, it hurt.

"Did you just-"

"Oh come on kiddo, you deserved it talking out of turn like that!" The man said. He grabbed Patton by the arm and dragged him off. Patton made eye contact with men that looked like Roman and Logan, but werent, they were scared, terrified even.

"You'll be staying here until you learn, and you wont be using my name, or wearing skirts, or doing anything involving morality, now if you'll excuse me, your father has important things to deal with, be good kiddo," Patton tried to run out before the door shut.

It seemed like weeks before he got out. His clothes were different, he couldnt even recognize himself in the mirror. The other Patton called him Joy and made him dress in light pinks. He talked down to Thomas, to, like he was stupid, like he couldnt think for himself.

Every kiddo out of his mouth felt like a cruel mockery. He wasnt allowed to leave his room, he had to watch his friends be subjected to this- other Patton. But something in Patton felt. . . Wrong. Some of the things this man said, he remembered saying them, the constant referring to the other sides as children , the discomfort with the dark sides. It was like looking at himself, before he changed. Or at least, before he thought he'd changed.

It was like heaven when he went back to the place he called home. He remembered it so clearly, a flash of blue light in his cell, and the screaming, the others were calling for him, calling for Joy, while the other Patton yelled at them, and then he was in the imagination, and the light was gone.

Roman was crying, Logan was bringing Virgil down from what seemed like a severe panic attack. Janus was looking over Patton, worry apparent in his face.

"I'm gonna go to my room ok k-" the word died in his throat, it felt wrong, it didnt matter that hed asked time and time again whether they were ok with it, it didnt feel right. So he stopped, he left the room without another word. He changed into his cat onesie, and he curled up on his bed. With no intention of moving again.

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Camp Swan Chapter 3

A/N: Yay we’ve survived another week! Hope everything is going okay for ya. If not then I’m confident it will! Stay strong :) For now let’s delve back into our summer camp adventures. 

Warnings: Swearing, homophobic slurs, bullying, intentionally not eating, social anxiety (at least how I understand it. Again, if I get anything wrong feel free to let me know) 

Parings: None. Just a flirty Roman

part 1| Previous

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“Well,” Roman says as the new kid blocked them all out, “he’s going to be a joy to room with, isn’t he?”

Logan sighs. “It seems that we have a troublemaker as a roommate, yes.”

“Now, now, I think he just doesn’t understand how great camp is just yet,” Patton says, speaking for the first time since Virgil ridiculed his favorite place on earth. “Give him some time and he’ll come around.”

“I don’t know,” Roman says doubtfully. “People like him never seem like the type to just ‘come around.’”

“Nevertheless,” Logan says, turning back to his thing to continue unpacking. “We shan’t let Virgil’s negative attitude damper our camp experience. Roman, I understand that this is your third year here, yes?”

“Yep!” Roman says proudly. “Though this is my first time meeting you.”

“Oh you’ll love Lo!” Patton exclaims. “He’s so smart, he knows just about everything.”

“If I knew everything then I would have at least a dozen Nobel Peace Prizes at this point in my life,” Logan says, “as well as a cure for all illnesses. As great as that would be, it is, in fact, false.”

“But you are smart,” Patton says.

“Yes, that is a correct statement.” Logan puts the last of his clothes into his closet and turns to Roman. “I suppose we should get the annoying, frivolous questions out of the way. Why do you enjoy coming to Camp Swan?”

Roman blinked at him, glancing at Patton for help but Patton was just sitting and staring at Roman curiously, like he was wondering the same thing. “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

“Well for instance,” Logan says, “I come because the particular forest that the camp is located is home to many species of plants that I would not have a chance to study through the rest of the year. I’ve been studying them every year since my first year and have been documenting their changes as our planet’s climate has changed. The camp provides the necessary resources for studying them as well, which is handy.”

“And I’m here because I love it!” Patton exclaims.

“Yes it seems that Patton enjoys the togetherness that Camp Swan brings,” Logan says with a slightly exasperated sigh. “I can’t say I understand, however I don’t judge him for it.”

“So what about you Roman? What does Camp Swan mean to you?” Patton asks.

“Ah,” Roman says, looking as if he understood better. “I come because it gives me a chance to work on all of my talents. Singing, acting, dancing…well okay I’m still working on the dancing part. Plus their equestrian training is fantastic!”

Logan had to admit that he was slightly impressed that Roman knew the word equestrian, though if anyone would be apt at horseback riding, it looked to be Roman. The other boy looked to be in fair shape, with big biceps that strained against his shirt showing that he worked out. Logan could also see through the tight t-shirt that Roman probably had what was known as a toned stomach as well. It distantly occurred to him to wonder just why Roman insisted on wearing clothing that was just a bit too tight. It did not seem comfortable.

“Look I know I’m handsome but you don’t have to stare,” Roman says.

Logan blinks. Had he been staring? He supposed that he must have, if Roman seemed to have thought so. “My apologies,” Logan says. “I was simply wondering why you would not wear better fitting clothes. We are at a camp after all, wouldn’t you want to be as comfortable as possible?”

Roman stared at him for a moment, then burst out laughing. Frowning, Logan looks at Patton who seemed to be trying to hide a smile. “What? What did I say?”

Roman just kept laughing. He clapped a hand on Logan’s shoulder. “Man, Patton said you were smart, he didn’t tell me you were funny too.”

“I was not trying to be,” Logan says, shrugging off Roman’s hand. The other boy didn’t look offended, he just grinned at Logan.

“To me, this is comfortable,” Roman says, showing off his muscles that strained against his clothing. “It’s snug but not too snug, you know?”

Logan sighs and shakes his head. “I do not, but I suppose I will have to take your word for it.”

“Logan likes his facts,” Patton informs Roman. “He likes things to be straightforward.”

“Then I will respect that!” Roman declares, sounding for all the world like a royal. “or try to,” he adds in a calmer voice.

Patton sat on the floor, grabbing one of his nearby plushies and hugging it to his chest. He looks at Virgil, who still had his back to the rest of them, seeming to either not care about the conversation or not hearing it. “Do you think he meant what he said?” Patton wonders aloud. “That his parents hate him?”

“Oh please,” Roman says with a laugh. “Teenagers like him think that world is against them. honestly they’re a pain to deal with.”

Patton frowns. “Well something must make them feel that way.”

“Perhaps,” Logan says, knowing that it was futile to convince Patton of anything less. “However, we cannot force him to tell us anything he does not want to. Nor can we force him to enjoy camp. It will have to be up to him.”

Patton sighs a defeated sigh, but he nods. “You’re right as always Lo.” Patton turns his attention back to the ceiling. “Hey Roman, we haven’t finished the stars!”

“Right,” Roman jumps to his feet, gathering the stars they still had left to stick to the ceiling and walls.

Sighing, Logan turns towards the door. “I’ll get a chair.”

After a few hours, Thomas came back by the room to find Patton, Logan, and Roman all sitting on the ground in the middle of a game of Uno and Virgil lying on his bed, eyes closed and headphones on.

“Hey guys,” Thomas says. He points to Virgil, eyebrows creased. “Why didn’t you invite Virgil to play with you?”

“We did but Dr. Gloom and Doom seems to be too good for us,” Roman says, rolling his eyes dramatically.

Not really knowing what to say to that, Thomas just changes the subject. “O-Okay then. Anyway, the assembly is starting soon so we should all head over.”

The boys all nodded and stopped the game, even though Roman was complaining that he was just about to win (Thomas had seen that he had the most cards out of everyone, but even Roman’s roommates didn’t seem to want to correct him) and the three of them walked past Thomas and into the lounge. Thomas frowns, looking into the room where Virgil was still lying. It didn’t even look like he’d unpacked.

“Aren’t you guys going to get Virgil?” Thomas asks.

“He made it very clear that he wants nothing to do with us and to leave him alone,” Logan says matter-of-factly. “We are simply answering his request.”

Thomas frowns disapprovingly at them and looks at Patton. The more kind-hearted boy shifted uncomfortably on his feet, avoiding Thomas’s gaze. It was clear that he felt guilty, but the fact that he wasn’t countering Logan’s statement meant that he agreed.

Thomas sighs, putting his hands on his hips. “Look guys, we’re not going to get anywhere this summer if you exclude your roommate. It’s just going to make things miserable for everyone.”

The boys all slump, but Patton sighs and walks back into the room to retrieve Virgil.

Virgil stood in the back of the crowd, playing with his fidget cube as he watched the head of the camp, Joan they told the campers to call them, talking about all the different activities at the camp and how they would all rotate throughout the summer. Virgil wasn’t really listening. He was too focused on not focusing on how close he was being forced to stand to complete strangers. Thomas stood behind him, his arms crossed like some kind of officer making sure that the prisoners didn’t try to run for it. Virgil had to admit that he thought about it, but where would he go?

He couldn’t see his other roommates anywhere, as they had run off as soon as they’d gotten there, but that was probably for the better. He’d snapped at them enough earlier. Every time Patton tried to get him to play a game with them or talk with them, he’d snap. Every time Roman was being obnoxiously loud—so loud that he penetrated the bliss Virgil’s music provided—he snapped. He didn’t know how he was going to be able to get through the summer with those two. At least Logan seemed to understand when someone wanted to be left alone.

“Alright, I think that about does it!” Joan says. “Now is time to get some grub! Head on to the mess hall.”

The crowd dispersed, and Virgil turned. Thomas was still standing there, looking down at him. “Care to go get something to eat?” he asks.

Virgil rolls his eyes. “You don’t have to lead me around like a lost puppy. I’ll just follow the crowd.”

Thomas gives Virgil a smile he knew all too well. It was a smile that said he was close to losing his patience with Virgil but he had to be nice so he was going to smile through the pain. “Alright, be sure to be back at the cabin by sundown.”

Virgil just nodded and started following the flow of the crowd. Usually finding the source of food was easy, because that’s where everyone always gathered. It was the same for any animal in the animal kingdom, humans no exception.

As he was walking, though, he heard someone behind him laugh just a bit too loud for it to be conspicuous. “Who plays with one of those things unless they’re a fucking child?” someone said.

Virgil glanced over and saw a boy about a foot taller than him with long brown hair that reached his shoulders and a mischievous smirk on his lips. He was looking right at Virgil, or rather at the fidget cube in his hand.

Scowling, Virgil turns away from him, shoving the cube into his pocket. The last thing he wanted to do was to deal with morons. He just wanted to get something to eat and disappear into his cabin as soon as possible.

A hand came down on his shoulder, stopping him. “Hey, faggot,” the boy says, “got any more of those sissy cubes? You know they say not to bring anything unless you want to share with the class.”

“Get out of my face,” Virgil growls.

The boy raises his eyebrows. “What did you just say to me?”

“I said get out of my fucking face,” Virgil says, yanking himself out of the boy’s grip. “and get a life. The only childish one here is you.”

No one around them seemed to notice or care about the exchange, not that Virgil was surprised. No one ever care about losers like himself. The boy reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulling him close. “No one talks to me that way,” he growls.

“First time for everything then,” Virgil says, not backing down.

The boy’s eyes narrowed, and he shoved Virgil back so hard that he fell on his ass in the damp mud. The boy stood over him, glaring. Before Virgil knew what was happening, the boy’s good connected with Virgil’s ribs.

“That’ll teach you to talk back to me, you emo fag,” the boy says spitting on Virgil’s arm. He walked off, leaving Virgil on the ground.

Rubbing his sore ribs, Virgil picked himself up, the whole situation coming back to him. He felt his limbs shaking, his breathing becoming sparse. He looked around, but he was alone. Everyone else had disappeared in the mess hall. He looked at the now crowded building and shook his head. He couldn’t go in there, not looking like this. It would just make that boy feel even better, and probably make Virgil the butt of a lot of jokes. No he couldn’t go in there. He’d just eat breakfast in the morning. He didn’t need food tonight.

So Virgil turned and forced himself to walk back to his cabin. He needed to be alone. He needed to change. He needed to be free of this fucking camp.

Chapter 4