#Love how it can easily be read like virge actually believes doctot who is a real guy

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(Hi, me again. I’m going to send a bundle of asks, one for each branch of the storyline. If other Watchers send in asks for characters then feel free to use their asks instead. These are basically so that there is definitely someone continuing the story in all areas.

First up is the embodiment of teenage angst and emo, the formerly abusive, forklift driving, is trying to be a better person and is getting there one step at a time, the one, the only, Virgil! Because I need to update him on Remy. This takes place in the original timeline, one or two days after Remy left Virgil’s apartment.)

*appears in Virgil’s apartment with eyes glowing dark pink*

I’m back! And not just back in your apartment, but back to the original timeline. I just time traveled to the past! Isn’t that cool! Anyway…

*excitement visibility fades and eyes revert to normal*

Truth is Remy wasn’t doing to good when I saw them. They were really shaken up and weren’t really engaging with their surroundings. They barely even noticed I was there. Now as I previously said I did come from the past, approximately one hour after they left your apartment, so they might be doing better now. I’m sorry I don’t have better news. But you should know that they’re being taken care of. I know you said that you didn’t want to know where they were, which I think was a good idea by the way, but I think I can definitely tell you that they are somewhere safe, with people who have Remy’s best interests at heart.

Now, this news update probably isn’t what you want it to be and it might cause some… complicated feelings to surface, so might I suggest an outlet for said feelings.

*a basket of soft, squishy balls appears*

Please throw these at the wall. They are a way at letting out all your negative feelings without hurting anyone or damaging anything. Also I can temporarily soundproof the apartment if you need to scream. Screaming can also help. If you don’t want to do this then that’s fine. Also I’ve noticed that when you get upset you lash out, I want you to know that I understand that anything you say now is coming from a place of hurt and not a place of malice.

Glow Eyes

(Thanks for reminding of the fact that Virgil is canonically forklift certified. Funniest character trait in existance. wouldnt call him Formerly abusive tho, hes working on it)

Tw: mentions of imaginary physical abuse, Virgil is still aggresive towards the You

It was the middle of the night when your bright glowing eyes lit up the bedroom. Luckily Virgil was already awake. He was laying tangled up in the bedsheets with his head under the covers.

Faint music was coming from his headphones. He was half mumbling along but it sounded more like wails of despair.

"but does anyone" sob "notice but does anyone care" sniffle "saying you love me made" wiping away snot "things harder to bear!!! Oh!!! no room in this hell!!!!" sob. "Gerard you're right! There IS a corpse in this bed! And it's me!" sob.

When you began to speak he got startled and immediately sat up and threw the cover and headphones aside. He held his fists up like he was gonna punch whatever burglar had come into his apartment. But when he saw it was just you he relaxed again.

He had one of Remy's old t-shirts on him and his face was a bloated mess with eyebags galore.

He was in the middle of a yawn as you continued to speak but as soon as you mentioned time travel all the exhaustion disappeared in an instant.

"TIME TRAVEL?? Like some Doctor Who shit? Augh that makes sense! You're a british ghost! Of course you would know that guy!"

Virgil pulled up his fists again and punched the air towards you.

"You better not go back in time and strangle baby me!! You translucent little fucker!" He gasped "NO! Don't tell me you're gonna prevent my parents from getting together!! You sneaky bastard!"

Your eyes stopped glowing and he let out a loud

"A-HA!!" He pointed at you "I knew it! Those are murder eyes! I told them! When people said it was ridicolous to be anxious about being killed via time travel I was right all along! I am like a genius- No. No. I'm not. I am very stupid. But I am right!"

You simply stayed floating in the air waiting for his sleep deprived glibbering to be over. Once he seemed to have calmed down you continued. Mentioning Remy seemed to be enough to make him forget about the time travel.

".....they....they weren't doing good...okay...okay.."

Virgil looked down onto the bedsheets. His eyes darted all over and his hands pulled in the sheets as he thought.

"why dID THEY EVEN LEAVE THEN!? IF THEY'RE JUST GONNA KEEP PISSING AWAY THEIR TIME BY BEING AN OVER EMOTIONAL M-"

The basket of soft squishy balls dropped directly onto his head. It fell onto the bed. He rubbed the back of his head while glancing between you and the stressballs.

"Seriously? You want me to play with some stupid balls to calm down? When I was CLEarly in the right about knowing what was best for them! See! They left and they're still miserable! They just got a bunch of yesmen around them now! If you were gonna make me play with balls you could have at least gotten me the real things!"

You continued on with the last part of your message. Virgil kept looking at you with the most angry grimace conciveable.

"HEy don't you come here with that ignoring me lashing out! I'm an asshole! How dare you sit- uh- float there and 'Take' what I'm saying! That's just enabling my shit! You're friends with Doctor Who, you can soundproof me! You can fucking leave! You can time travel APPARENTLY??! I am sure Oswald giving me a nosebleed came from a place of hurt of his stupid pride that doesn't mean I just took it! or well i kinda did 'cause he left immediately afterwards. BUT I was very angry about it! Fuck you if you don't fight me every time I lash out at you! NOw excuse me but I am about to destroy my wall!"

He continued to quietly grumble to himself as he laid down on his side. He pressed his face against Remy's pillow while his hand aimlessly felt around for the closest ball.

He threw it at the wall and thought he was going to catch it and look cool but he had thrown it so hard it just flew back right over his head. He threw another, and another, and another.

All he could think about was Remy staying with other people. He knew he should be happy that they were safe but a much more volatile part of him would rather have it so Remy was starving on some park bench. That they would be alone and shaking with fear so he could come and save them. He could make everything right.

He threw another ball while grinding his teeth together "i wanna strangle them. i wanna strangle them so fucking bad. how dare they. how dare they. i hope the people keeping them safe fucking choke. i want to hold them down by the neck until their face is blue and they can't move a single fucking finger. see how that makes them feel. i want to beat their teeth out. i want to make them fucking quiver at every single movement I make" He muttered out.

All of his muscles were tensing up. His breathing uneven. His face frozen in a grimace that made his cheeks hurt.

"GOOD!" He yelled as he threw another "I hope they're shaken up! I hope they're regretting leaving me! I- I hope the people they choose to leave me for- I hope they- use Remy up and throw them to the fucking curb afterwards!! I hope they're- they can't sleep at night! I hope- I- They shouldn't be with anyone else! I-"

His mouth stayed half open as he grasped for words. Grasped for some reason behind his anger. Some explanation for why he was in the right. For why Remy didn't deserve safety if that safety didn't involve him.

He gave up and just kept muttering out swearwords and empty threats as he continued to throw the stressballs against the wall.