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khadij-al-kubra · 6 years ago

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Thomas in Wonderland (ch 3)

Characters: Thomas (fictional), Virgil, Roman, Patton, Logan, Remy, Emile, Joan, Talyn, Deceit, Nate, The Dragon Witch, fan adopted short vid characters

Word Count: 1739

Summary: Thomas gets trolled by flowers and has a good cry

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! So happy to see that people are having fun with this story so far. I know i’m having a lot of fun writing it! Also big news is that I now have an AO3 account! So you can check this and other stories out there if you’d like. As always I am open to any writing critiques or tips you may have, and any likes, comments or reblogs would be immensely appreciated! Also please let me know if you would like to be tagged in future chapters for this fanfic or any of my other future writings. So last time, we were just entering a lovely garden...

Flowers & Floods

Thomas couldn’t say for sure how long he’d been walking for, since, he still couldn’t decipher the Black Rabbit’s watch, but at best guess probably a good 15-30 minutes. He wished there was more of that growing grape soda. Not only because it would’ve been nice to get back to his normal size (being so small got to be pretty disorienting after a while), but also he was really thirsty from walking so much.

“Maybe Talyn has a point about carrying a travel water bottle everywhere,” Thomas said to himself. “But carrying it around gets cumbersome. Plus it always bangs against your leg and then you get a little bruise on my thigh. Then again, if you had some water on you then maybe you wouldn’t feel so dehydrate and cranky now.”

He sagged a bit at his own reasoning, knowing he had a point. Was it worse to lose an argument with yourself or better?

“Well, at least it’s a beautiful day.” he mused to himself, trying to keep up his moral.

And it truly was lovely beyond that tiny door into this larger than life garden. The sapphire sky was bright overhead above the canopy of big grass blades, and the sun shone through the broad green leaved making them look like sheets of emerald. The soil beneath his sneakers was slightly soft, not enough to sink into and get stuck but it felt like a vacation for his tired feet. Clear drops of dew still lingering on the stems shimmered like crystal bobbles. Sure there was the occasional beetle crossing, but hey, at least there weren’t any spiders.

But oh, the flowers were by far the most beautiful part. There were so many different kinds, some he recognized others he didn’t. And their natural perfume gave off a heady aroma that was present yet not overwhelming. Their colors were so vibrant they almost looked like candy, yet Thomas could tell they would no doubt be velvety to the touch. And they were HUGE! True, that was only because he was tiny, but still.

Thomas sighed. “It’d be a lot more enjoyable if I actually knew where I was going.”

He still wanted to find the Black Rabbit, but only knew he’d come through this giant garden. There was no way else he could have gone. If there was actually a path then Thomas was too small to see it. There was a chance he might’ve already been on it, but from way down to the ground he had no way of knowing for sure. Thomas had hoped that by keeping straight (heh) he’d eventually get somewhere, but there was nothing around that told him where anywhere was. No people. No signs. Nothing.

“It’s too bad I can’t just ask the flowers for directions,” Thomas said. “Bet they could tell me where I am. Not that flowers can talk.”

“Oi! Who says we can’t talk?”

“GAH!” Thomas jumped back, started by hearing a voice other than his own for the first time since the Black Rabbit. “Who said that?”

“Up here ya twat!”

“And over here.”

“And here.”

The voices had Thomas turning in circles. Finally he decided to follow the first one’s advice to look up and his jaw dropped. He was staring into the face of a petunia. As in the flower literally had a face with eyes and a mouth and all.

“Wha-was that…you?” Thomas asked.

“Well of course it was me, who else?” Judging by the pout and the way its petals bent to rest on its stem, it appeared to be a properly put out Petunia.

“And me!” said an Iris.

“And me,” said a Tiger Lily

“And me too,” said a Daisy.

“Me, me! Pay attention to me!” said a Rose.

Thomas could only gape as the flowers around drooped down around him, their eyes scrutinizing every inch of him harder than a live stream audience. One part of his brain told him to close his mouth and that it was rude to stare. Another part of his brain told him HOLY HECK! THESE FLOWERS CAN TALK!?!? He went with the latter thought.

“HOLY HECK, YOU FLOWERS CAN TALK!?”

“Well of course we can talk,” said the Iris. “What ever made you think we couldn’t? That’s pretty presumptuous of you.”

“Well it’s just, flowers don’t typically talk where I’m from.”

“Umm why does this little sprout assume we’re all flowers?” said a Dandelion. “You don’t think weeds should be proud of who they are?”

“Oh! Well of course you can,” said Thomas. “I didn’t mean to offend any plant.”

Of all the things that had happened so far to Thomas today, this was by far the most curious. Who would’ve thought that a bunch of would flowers could be so, well, mean? Still, they were the only ones around who could possibly help him, so he took a breath to calm his growing headache and put on a friendly face.

“Actually, I was wondering if you lovely, uh, flora could help me. See, I’m looking for a Black Rabbit. He passed through here and I have—“

“So what sort of a plant are you anyway?” asked the Petunia.

“It doesn’t look like a flower,” said the Iris. “Where are its petals? It’s not a real flower if it doesn’t have colorful petals.”

“Its colors are so dull,” said the Daisy.

“Oh, uh, I’m not a plant. I’m a person. My name is Thomas and I—”

“Tho-mas,” said the Tiger Lily. “That’s a pretty stupid name for a plant species, don’t you think? Why not be creative and come up with something more original?”

“Well that’s my name and I happen to like it. And I’ll have you know that I can be very creative, at least I think—“

“Do you really need to brag so much?” asked the Petunia. “It just makes plants like you desperate, fishing for likes and compliments.”

Thomas huffed. “Listen, I just need to know where—“

“That’s the ugliest flower I’ve ever seen,” said the Rose.

“Oh my gosh, I’ll bet it doesn’t even get pruned,” said the Tiger Lily

These plants were really getting on his last nerve. “Look I’m kinda lost here! I-I had a hard day, am super small, and I’d really like to get back to my regular size—“

“Well not all of us have a choice of whether or not we can grow bigger,” said the Dandelion. “Or even grow prettier.”

“Could you just please—”

“Yeah, that’s pretty selfish of you dontcha think?”

“Is this even a real plant?”

“Maybe you should check your privilege.”

That was it! “GGNNHHAAAAAAAA!!!!”

Thomas ran away from the barrage of critical flowers as fast as he could. He didn’t pay attention to the direction, only knowing that he had to get away from all those harsh comments. He ran and ran through the garden until his aching calves screamed at him to stop. Finally he plopped down on a dirt mount in the middle of an open field to rest.

Well that’s just great. Thomas thought as he caught his breath. Now I’m tired, thirsty, I’ve got a headache, those flowers were NO help at all, and I’m STILL lost! It wasn’t like like Thomas couldn’t take a healthy dose of constructive criticism, but those plants were being just would not let up with their mean words. Like what did he ever do to them? He could feel the stress of his day so far, from the writers block to the fall to now, building up so much that there was only one thing he could do.

Thomas let himself have a good cry, because gosh darn it, men could cry too!

He cried and cried, felt the teardrops billow over down his cheeks. Perhaps it was because he wasn’t at normal size, but he could feel the salty tears taking up more space on his face, as though they were Studio Ghibli style tears. Once he started, Thomas just couldn’t seem to stop crying. He felt silly for making such a big fuss like this, letting all those hurtful comments get to him even though none of it was true. The embarrassment of this only made him cry even more. Thomas was so in the throes of letting out his pent up emotions that he didn’t realize he was creating a puddle around himself. Which turned into a small pond, which turned into a sizeable lake, until finally the water was up to his shoulders.

“Oh no!” Thomas cried out. “Oh great, now look at the mess I’ve made!”

Thomas still could not stop crying, but he was in enough possession of his faculties that he started to doggy paddle so as not to drown in his own river of tears he was making. At least it wasn’t the ocean, although the water was certainly salty enough to seem like one. Thomas never did well in open waters, and the fear seemed to kick in the fight aspect of his anxiety. Thomas mentally pulled himself together enough that he was only sniffling now, and he focused his body to keep swimming.

After ten or fifteen swimmers strokes he realized that there was really no need to swim so hard. The river of tears carried him along smoothly, and he could just let himself float. It was a big relief and frankly one of the few helpful things that had happened to him so far. It was a nice change to get his bearings.

“Boy, I really let myself get carried away with all that crying, huh?” Hehe. Dad joke. “I’ve gotta say though, I do feel better. I guess sometimes you’ve just gotta let it all out. And by the looks of it, I had a LOT to let out!

He only hoped that he hadn’t accidentally drowned out all those flowers back in the garden. Even if they probably deserved it, the thorny twigs. Last time he would let a bunch of attention seeking flowers get to him. And sure, he was still kind of lost and unsure of whether or not he was still heading towards the same direction as the Black Rabbit had been going. But at least he was still going in a direction. Thomas was optimistic that eventually he’d come across the furry fella again.

But I can’t keep floating along like this forever.

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gloomy-goober · 7 years ago

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No Longer Alone

Virgil goes on a usual nightly mission for a snack and things go...off the usual track.

@holdnarrytight @justanotherpurplebutterfly

Anxiety had been free to move around the mind space for two years now. The day that Thomas had entered fifth grade was the day he finally got a door handle to escape his dark room. The first few days he did not dare touch the handle in case it was a trick. After that he hung around in the basement space listening to people move around upstairs yet never venturing there himself.

When that week was up he finally did go up and had been making trips ever since. Only, he made sure the others did not see him. He was fast and stuck to the shadows. He never let them see him once.

In the beginning he only went up when they were all asleep but eventually he started to go up to just listen to them all. Hear what they had to say and watch them as they worked with Thomas. Learn who Logic, Creativity, and Heart where or rather learn who Logan, Roman, and Patton where. Use that information to figure out who he, as Virgil, was.

Yet, even with the silent observation, he let time pass without saying a word; without getting their attention. He let them go on thinking they were the only three sides to Thomas.

Thomas was now in seventh grade. No longer the ten year old that he was when Anxiety was released and there was still so much to come in his young life. Virgil could tell; he just had this feeling.

The thought of more work and the higher likelihood of getting caught plagued his mind. The silent pre-teen laid awake at night worried about a future he knew nothing about. It was always some strange topic that his thoughts wandered to.

Tonight in particular it was just jumping around Thomas’ minor fears.

What if Greg hates Thomas now? He has been talking to those other people a lot lately. I bet he is talking to them and making fun of Thomas.

High school is so close. That is where all the really bad things happen. I don’t want Thomas to get hurt or fail or have harder tests. Maybe he can just skip it and join a circus?

Wait...did Thomas put his math homework in his backpack? IF HE FORGETS IT HE WILL FAIL! IF HE FAILS HE WILL BE HELD BACK! IF HE IS HELD BACK HIS PARENTS WITH HATE HIM! EVERYONE WILL HATE HIM-!

Anxiety gave a small grunt of annoyance and sat up. The voices in his mind going silent at the outward burst of aggravation as if they were satisfied with annoying the child out of his sleep. It was not like Virgil had anywhere to go but he did like to be awake during some of the day.

The child ran a hand through his hair and let the bangs fall back over his eyes. He was so tired. He had noticed that bags had started to form under his eyes the last time he went to the bathroom. The mirror was now covered up by a towel because it also showed how pale and skinny and pathetic he was.

Virgil pushed himself from the bed and grabbed the hoodie that had been thrown on the floor. The pulled it over and sighed when the familiar weight encompassed him. The simple jacket hung almost to his knees and way past his hands. It was a comfort he had always had.

With his ‘armor’ on he took a breath and stepped out of the dark room.

The basement was darker than the bedroom he had just left. There was no small nightlight to keep him sane. No pictures from so long ago hanging on the walls. Just a dark screen that he never got to work and ominous doors filled with forgotten things and memories that were more blurs of feelings than an actual thing.

He pulled the hood of the jacket over his head and rushed his sock covered feet over to the stairs. Virgil took eat step quickly and cautiously. He let a hand out to hold onto the railing so he would not fall and let the fast pace of his heart drive him to get up and out into the main hub where the other three lived.

Even with the urgency to get up up and out he still hesitated at the door. He took the usual precautions of pressing his ear to the door to hear if anyone was out and letting the door open just a crack to see if the coast was clear.

As expected, the main hub was empty. The couch, beanbags, and one recliner were empty. The screen that showed the world around Thomas was dark as well as the lights that usually lit the room. Outside the windows a lovely night sky was being shown.

The pre-teen pushed the door the rest of the way open and stepped into the hub and a relaxed sigh left him. Even when it was dark this space was peaceful. The cold of the basement left Anxiety and his constant thoughts quieted to a manageable level.

With some of the tension leaving his body he found himself focused on something he had not thought about all day; food.

The boy’s stomach grumbled loudly and he set his sights to the room across the hub that would hold what he needed.

He did not turn on the light as he entered the kitchen. He knew the layout of the food by heart now; what was easy to take and what was not. Virgil simply pulled the step stool from out under the sink and climbed up onto the counter to search the cabinets.

It took about two tries before he found something he could survive off of this early in the morning. Some fudge ribbon cookies; something he could eat a whole package of if given the chance. A small smile appeared on his face as he pulled the package down onto the counter next to him.

Then the light turned on and that happy feeling of peace he had felt melted into pure terror.

The child’s head snapped away from his treat to look at the child that stood at the doorway. Bunny shoes covered his feet, puppy printed pajamas covered his body and a baby blue robe covered that. Wide, slightly red rimmed, brown eyes stared at Anxiety in shock behind thick framed glasses.

Virgil stared right back; frozen in fear. His mind was blank for once in his life and he could swear he forgot how to breathe.

The two stared at each other for a long moment, to Virgil it felt like years, before finally the world started to come back to the two of them. As soon as Patton broke eye contact the cogs in Anxiety’s brain started to move on overdrive to make up for lost time.

“LOGAN!”

The cookies hit the ground as Anxiety slid off the counter faster than he normally would have dared. His breathing was short and his heart was in his throat.

This cannot be happening. I was so careful! How...why...why is Heart even up at this hour?

“ROMAN!” Came the next shout from the eldest side as Virgil tried to sprint past him to get away and hide. Patton was not prepared for the rush and yelped when he was pushed.

“Whoa-WAIT! Hey!”

When they find out how long you have been hiding they are going to hate you. They are probably going to lock you down in the basement when they learn what you are.

How could I ever think this sneaking this was a good idea?

Tears started to form in Virgil’s eyes and blurred his vision as he ran. He needed to get back to the basement. He needed to disappear. I need to get away.

“Alright, Pat,” someone new yawned, “Where is the spider-What the heck?”

No. No. No. NO!

Virgil turned fast and avoided the newly awake side. Sadly that short burst of freedom was foiled when he ran into the last member of the original trio. He fell to the ground and his vision blurred further with tears so all he saw were colors.

“...uuuhhh, who is that?”

“Patton what is going on?”

“I don’t know I just found him in the kitchen.”

“Well, what is he doing here!?!”

“I don’t know that either but he is obviously a side if he is here.”

“But I have never found any other doors, Heart. That is impossible.”

Virgil put his hands over his ears and tugged at his hair. He was blocked in with all of them having a conversation over him. He could not distinguish one voice from the other and the space around him seemed to be closing in on him. The breathes that did get out were strained around dry sobs.

He closed his eyes tightly and tired to get rid of his racing thoughts.

You are so stupid.

You messed up.

You should have been quieter. Should have been listening. You know better than to fall into a false sense of security.

What if you let that secure feeling infect Thomas, huh? You could hurt him! You coul-.

Anxiety jumped and his eyes snapped open when gently hands touched his shoulders. The blur of light blue, black and light brown probably meant it was Heart.

“Hey, hey! It is okay, sweetie, no one is going to hurt you,” Patton said gently and Anxiety clung to the voice, “I didn’t mean to scare you. I know how weird it is to come out and there to be no one around. You probably weren’t expecting to find someone, huh?”

Anxiety blinked the tears from his face and swallowed tried to swallow the spit that had built up with his hysteria. He did not move his hands from his ears or hair.

Patton looked up at the other two and motioned for them to step back. The usually childish side had put on a serious expression and the other two did not protest the silent order.

The serious look disappeared when Hear looked back at Anxiety; replaced with one of pure kindness and pity worry.

“Do you think you can stand up?”

Anxiety must have let a flash of worry go over his face because Patton was quick to reassure the other.

“I just want to get you on the couch or a bean bag. The floor is not a very comfy place. But if you don’t want to move I won’t force you to.”

Virgil sniffled and wiped at his face with his hoodie’s sleeve. He took a few unsteady breaths before he moved to get up. Heart was quick to help; gently hands pulling him up to his feet and helping him over to onto the couch.

The couch was just as comfortable as Anxiety imagined but right now if felt like a cold block of cement under him. He could feel the other two’s eyes on him and he made him curl up further into the large hoodie that covered his skinny form.

“Roman, can you get of water? Logan, some tissues, please?” Patton asked with a slightly commanding tone. The heart had a reassuring hand on Virgil’s back and was rubbing calm circles.

The other two sides looked at each other and made no move to go and get what Patton asked.

“Now,” Patton said with a bit more force and the two scattered to leave the eldest and newly found youngest alone.

Anxiety kept his eyes locked onto his feet. The circles are were helping in a strange way; the boy found himself leaning into them while his breathing became more even.

He stiffened a little when Creativity came over and held out a glass of water. The green clad side had a frown on his boyish face that only grew when Anxiety looked at the cup suspiciously.

“It’s okay, kiddo,” Patton reassured, “It’ll help. Trust me.”

With the words from Heart, Virgil took the cup with a silent mouthing of thank you. What little voice he had could not get out of his closed up throat. He took a sip and let his left leg begin to shake.

They are going to want answers soon.

“I found a box,” Logan announced as he came back into the room and simply placed them next to Anxiety before he took a seat on the recliner. He did not sit back; instead he sat on the edge and watched the boy over his glasses.

Roman did the same only he flopped onto a beanbag and muffled a yawn behind his hand. He was also the one to voice the question that the other three were all thinking after a very long pause of silence.

“So, who are you?”

“Creativity,” Hear scolded.

“What? He shows up at way too early in the morning and you expect us to just let it pass?”

Logan folded his hands together and finally broke his gaze with the new side to look at the the one that sat on the beanbag.

“While that is an issue to address I do believe you could have worded the question better.”

Roman opened his mouth to send a comment back but Patton beat him to it.

“He will tell us who he is when he is ready,” he said sternly, “Right now I just want to make sure our new friend know he is safe up here.”

Anxiety let out a small noise when Heart pulled him a little closer. He wanted to tell them that he wasn’t something to fuss over and that they could all go to bed but words were failing him right now.

“Well, no, I do think we should address who he is,” Logic countered and shifted under Patton’s gaze, “It...it could help to introduce ourselves first.”

The logical side looked back at Anxiety and, after a moment to compose himself, he held out a hand for the younger side.

“Hello, I am Logic. You can call me Logan.”

Virgil looked at the hand and then up at Logan. Thoughts raced in his mind on how he could mess this up but he pushed past it to take the hand because he did not want to hurt Logan’s feelings.

“And I’m Heart,” Patton stepped in before the handshake, “But you can call me Patton or...or Pat. Whatever you feel fits.”

Patton patted Virgil’s shoulders and gave him a warm smile. The two older sides then turned their attention to the younger that was slumped in a bean bag.

Creativity sighed dramatically and stood up with half of his usual grandeur.

“And I’m Roman or Cr-”

“Creativity,” Anxiety mumbled the name; his voice coming back at the worst moment.

The three sides stared at the new one in shock.

“You can talk?” Patton gasped happily.

“You know my name!?!” Roman aked over Patton’s joy.

Logic fixed his glasses and leaned forward some. “Fascinating, how did you come by that name.”

Virgil felt his mouth go dry and his palms begin to sweat.

I can’t tell them the truth but if they find out I lied they will be mad. But if I tell them the truth they will be mad as well. Oh what do I do?

“I...I...”

“Wait-” Roman cut off his stuttering and took a hesitant step towards Virgil. His eyes slowly getting wide. “Are you...are you the side behind the basement door?”

Logan snapped his head to look at Roman, “There is a door in the basement?”

“Yeah, I...well, I found it years ago after I first arrived,” Roman explained with a wave of his hand, “No one answered so I just forgot about it.”

Virgil looked down. He did answer but no one responded. He thought Creativity hated him until he got out of the room and found his note still laying on the other side of the door...unread.

Tears started to form in the boys eyes but he held them back. He did not want to cry anymore.

“So, are you the side?” Roman asked again and Virgil responded with a nod.

“Who are you? Why didn’t you write back when I was talking to you? Why were you in the basement?”

A tear went down Virgil’s face but it was hidden in the shadow of his hood. He just wanted to disappear. His bottom lip trembled and, out of some unknown instinct, he curled into Patton. The eldest made a surprised little noise but held the child close to him.

“You are overstimulating him,” someone said. Probably Logan.

“I think we should all hit the hay,” Patton said after a moment. The older side’s hands moved methodically as Anxiety did his best to hold back tears.

Roman scoffed. “But what about my answers!?!”

“You can get them tomorrow, Creativity,” came Patton’s stern reply, “Now go to bed.”

Roman made an annoyed little noise and his footsteps echoed loudly as he left the hub. The dramatic child made sure it was heard when he slammed the door closed. The sound made Virgil jump and a small sob escaped him.

“I guess I will go deal with that,” Logic said after a long pause. “Goodnight to you both. I expect to see you at breakfast.”

He left with much quieter steps; each one evenly paced.

Then he was gone and it was just Heart and Anxiety in the main hub. Anxiety silenced his crying in Patton’s robe and the older boy sat there and let him until the newest side was just hiccuping against his chest.

“Drink some water, dear,” Heart said kindly and grabbed the forgotten glass.

Virgil took it gratefully and drank slowly; the hiccups made this hard. This whole situation made all the terrible situations he had imagined over those long years seem much worse.

They both sat there in silence. Outside in the subconscious crickets sang loudly.The peaceful air of the hub slowly returning and calming the young side’s mind.

Heart broke the silence.

“Now, I don’t want to pressure you to, but I would be real happy if you stayed up here and slept on the couch.”

Anxiety looked up at him confused.

“I just...I know you have lived down there all these years in that room but, I would like you to stay up here. Course if you don’t want to I get it. The familiar is less confusing.”

Patton gave an encouraging smile and waited patiently as Virgil found his voice.

“Sta-stay.”

Heart practically lit up the room with his smile and gently got off the couch. He paused for a second and then took off his robe to put it around Anxiety’s skinny form.

“Alright. I am going to fetch you a blanket and a pillow,” he said, “You just sit tight right here, kiddo and I’ll-.”

“Anxiety.”

Patton paused and looked at the boy in front of him confused.

“What...what was that?”

The child shifted nervously and clung to the light blue robe.

“I-I’m Anxiety.”

There was silence between them for a moment before a kind smile returned to Heart’s face. He ruffled the boy’s hair affectionately.

“Alright, Anxiety. You sit right here for me. You won’t be alone for long.”

Heart turned and started to hurry down the hall. Usually Virgil would worry about someone lying to him but for once in his life, his lonely life, he believed those words.

He believe he would not be alone.

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