#wait is her name morticia i might be mixing her up with the addams family

[two-crows]

eating this the fuck up

posts for da night

[xephinatheeleven]

A New Friend

Word Count: 6,171

Summary: What happens when Virgil finds a small kitten?

Warnings: None

Pairings: Platonic Only!

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Virgil stood in the kitchen pouring himself a glass of water when a soft scratching at the backdoor drew his attention. It was just after two in the morning, and the rain that had been falling steadily all day now lashed at the windows intensely, so it was unlikely that any of the other sides were responsible for the noise. Giving into his confusion and curiosity, he decided to investigate, and what he saw when he turned on the porch light caught him off guard.

A small, black kitten stood on the other side of the glass, shivering as water dripped from its fur and whiskers, looking as if it were hardly old enough to be away from its mother. Sliding the door out of the way, he was unsure of what to do as it mewled up at him helplessly. It timidly placed a paw in the threshold, and his heart shattered; he couldn’t leave the poor thing outside in such horrible weather. Ignoring the wetness that seeped through his jacket, he gently took the tiny animal up in his arms, she was extremely frail, and he was only saddened further as it nuzzled close to him. Glancing around the yard, sympathy crashed over him like a tsunami, the cat was completely alone with no mother or siblings to be seen.

Holding the trembling feline close, Anxiety locked the door before heading to his corner of the mind-palace. Taking the hand-towel from his bathroom he began drying her off; she was so diminutive, he was afraid he would hurt her. Eventually he succeeded in getting as much of the water from her pelt as he could, and he tried wrapping her in a blanket to warm her. That didn’t last long however, because the moment he sat back down on his bed, she pulled free of the fabric and curled up in his lap.

She gazed up at the dark trait with bright green eyes that almost looked as if she were trying to thank him in some way. Settling down, she placed her muzzle on his right arm, and in that instant, he knew there was no way he was going to be able to let her go. She’d only been in his life for fifteen minutes, and yet he already cared for her as if she had been his pet for years. A connection forged though previous heart-ache, of how it felt to be left alone, lost in the dark. He wanted to do everything in his power to give her the same second-chance that he had been granted.

Having made up his mind, the next step was to find her a name, and with her sleek, black fur, something like ‘fluffy’ or ‘whiskers’ just didn’t seem to fit. Careful so not to disturb the kitten, which was now purring softly, the gloomy aspect pulled out his phone. For half an hour, he scoured though pages on Google trying to find label that was dark but not morbid; a task that proved to be harder than expected. He had almost decided on ‘Morticia’ from ‘The Addams Family’ until he found ‘Amaya,’ and he knew it was the right one. Basque, a mix of Spanish and French, it meant ‘night rain,’ and with that definition, he knew he would never forget why he had rescued the small animal that reminded him so much of himself.

Putting the device away, he stroked the fur between her ears, his voice a delicate whisper, “you have a home now Amaya.” At the last word she blinked up at him like she already knew that was her name.

Virgil woke the next morning to something tapping his head lightly; barely opening his eyes, he was momentarily confused as to why there was a cat in his room. A smile graced his lips as he remembered the events from the night before; the kitten had her hind paws on his chest, and one of her forepaws on his shoulder while the other swatted playfully at his bangs. Suddenly, it felt like she knew he had woken, because she just stopped and gazed at him curiously, her head tilted to one side. After a few seconds, instead of continuing to play with his hair, she took her paw and simply rested it on his nose, and it was all he could do to not start laughing.

He played with her for a while, but without warning she jumped up onto his shoulders, draping herself around the back of his neck. She was so tiny that her nose was visible on one shoulder, and only the tip of her tail on the other. The apprehensive facet held still, worried that he would frighten her if he moved, or worse she would fall and get hurt. As he became a little more comfortable, he slowly extended his arm and rested his hand on the blankets. Amaya glanced at it, and as if his arm were a bridge, she walked down it clumsily and sat on the bed.

Anxiety couldn’t help but grin, “I think you just learned your first trick little one,” she laid down resting her head on his lap, looking up at him almost as if she were proud of herself. “I think it’s time we got you a few things,” waving his hand over the pillow, a small collar appeared. It was made of a deep-purple material, and the tag that hung from it was the shape of his symbol with her name, ‘Amaya’ engraved in the cloud, and ‘Sanders’ on the lightning-bolt. She sniffed at it cautiously before allowing him to fasten it around her neck, the violet bringing out her eyes, “purple and green do seem to go together.” With another wave of his hand, food and water bowls, toys, and a bunch of other cat stuff materialized near the door of the closet.

Taking the kitten in his hands, he gently placed her on the floor, and at first she stayed close to the bed, but soon enough, she was running around so fast that he could hardly keep his eyes on her. She would stop here and there to look around or explore, jumping up into chairs and looking over at him as if she had accomplished some mighty feat. Sometimes she would start trying to play with something dangerous or fragile, and the youngest embodiment would simply move it out of her reach, doing his best to kitten-proof the area.

Unaware of how much time had passed, knocking echoed through the room, followed closely by Patton’s cheerful tone, “breakfast in five minutes kiddo!”

“Okay,” the negative side didn’t raise his voice much since the sounds had startled the kitten, which had run into the closet. Now her green eyes were the only thing visible against the darkness as they glittered with fear. The receding footsteps in the corridor told him that Morality had made his way downstairs, so Virgil slowly walked towards the closet. Lying down on his stomach, the small feline poked her nose out of the shadows and sniffed at him tentatively. “It seems like I’m not the only one who gets frightened by loud noises and the presence of others.” His voice was hardly more than a whisper, “it’s safe though, I promise,” extending his arm in the same fashion he had previously, Amaya climbed up onto his shoulders, and he slowly rose to his feet.

Something tickled his left ear, and from a glance in the mirror he could just barely see the white teeth that nibbled at him. Laughing lightly under his breath, the observant trait took her carefully from around his neck and placed her in the bed that had appeared with her food and water bowls. “I never thought I’d say this about anything…but you are adorable,” smiling he started for the door, but more than once he had to return as the kitten tried to follow him. “You have to stay here and get some rest little one, I’ll be back soon.”

Making his way down the steps a thought tugged at him, what was he going to tell the others? Even though he had a particular fondness for them, the eldest aspect was allergic to cats. Thankfully it wasn’t a life or death reaction, but other than that, he had no idea how his companions would feel about him taking on a pet.

Anxiety had made up his mind before he even reached the kitchen, at least for the time being, he wasn’t going to tell the others about Amaya. She was still jumpy even with just him around, and it wasn’t unwarranted. She was so young, and yet she had already been through so much more than most cats her age. The idea actually caused worry to chill his blood like ice, how would she fare in his room alone, she was only a kitten after all.

He shook his head to clear his mind as he reached the table, glad that he wasn’t the last to join; Roman was still absent, and that would ward off and suspicions the others would have had otherwise. Taking a sip of his coffee he waited in silence for conversation to start up, and it wasn’t long before Patton spoke, “how were your nights’ kiddos?”

He sounded a bit more nasal than usual, but Logan didn’t seem to notice as he trained his eyes on his own source of caffeine, “I had a decent evening. I went to bed late due to all of the work I had to finish, but other than that it was pleasant. What about you, Virgil?”

“My night was pretty normal, so I guess it was good,” the events had been anything but normal, but he wasn’t lying in regards to how well his night had gone.

“So you didn’t get much sleep th-th- achoo!” He and Logic both jumped with start at the loud sneeze, “s-sorry about that, I woke up with a stuffy nose; I just hope I’m not getting sick.”

The dark character fought down a wince, he was going to have to be more careful; changing his clothes before meeting with the others, and doing all of his own laundry. He sighed internally as he realized that keeping his secret was going to be a lot harder than he had expected, but it would be worth it as long as he got to keep the kitten. The thought spurred him onwards, and he quickly regained his usual disinterested demeanor, but he was still grateful that any attention that may have been placed on him was taken by the appearance of the Prince.

“Morning all,” the words were spoken with his usual flamboyant nature.

“Hey kiddo, how was your night?” The ethical attribute was washing his hands after the violent sneeze only moments before, but he sounded upbeat as ever.

The new arrival cast a concerned glance in the direction of the one who had spoken, “are you feeling okay…you sound like you might be coming down with a cold.”

“I think I’m okay son, this feels more like allergies than anything else; although, I don’t know what could be causing them.” Drying his hands he took the seat furthest from Anxiety, which helped to ease his nerves.

The intellectual was quick to respond, “I still think it would be wise if you got some rest after breakfast. Even if you are well, allergies will make you more susceptible to illness.”

There was a look of defeat about the father figure, but he nodded in agreement as he reached for the bacon on his plate. “If it will make you guys feel better, I will rest a bit more after I do the dishes.”

The fight-or-flight reflex ate his pancakes in silence, only half listening to the inane banter that filled the air. No matter what he did, he couldn’t stop thinking about the tiny feline in his room, and how he was going to be able to hide her, at least for a time. Despite the challenges that lay ahead, he wasn’t going to give her up; she deserved a home where she could feel safe. If he could get a second-chance after everything he had done, then she had a right to one too.

Once they were done with breakfast, the academic convinced his paternal counterpart to let him clean up so he could get some sleep. Meanwhile, Roman settled in the commons to sort through some of his first-draft idea, and Virgil escaped back to his room. When he got there he realized that he was facing the first of what would surely be many large challenges as a pet owner.

In his absence, the kitten had managed more destruction than he would have thought her tiny body was capable of. The base of the curtains that had scared Patton so much were shredded, she had knocked over both her food and water dishes, and one of his pictures lay on the floor with a shattered frame. Then, judging from the black paw-prints all over the carpet, she had at some point along the way found her way into his eye-shadow. It was clear to him that until he trained her, the tiny puff of fur zipping around his room was going to be a little terror, but he still felt his heart soar when she came bounding up to him.

Thankfully he had looked up some training tips online the night before, so at least he had some idea as to how he was going to handle the situation, and looked down at her, “I was only gone for twenty minutes Amaya…how did you manage all of this?”

Similar to the way he had made her collar and toys appear, the darkest side was able to clean up the messes with a snap of his fingers. That would be the sound that he would use to condition the feline into knowing she had done something he hadn’t approved of, and he would use that to deter her in the future. Once for each item that had been broken, or a mess had been made of, he clicked his fingers to revert them back to the shape they had been in when he’d left. The curtains sewed themselves back together, the claw marks on his bed frame disappeared, and he put her scratching post in front of it so she would claw at that instead. Next, the mess from her bowls cleared up and they refilled themselves with fresh food and water, the paw-prints of make-up vanished, and the shattered frame mended itself.

As he went to put the fallen picture on a higher shelf, he couldn’t help but smile; it was a reminder of his own second-chance. Behind the glass was the card Morality had given him after the video in which the anxious trait had finally revealed his name. Once it was in its place, he knelt down and extended his arm, and soon enough he had a purring kitten draped over his shoulders.

It had been nearly six months since the youngest aspect had rescued Amaya, and she was about half-grown. She still loved to play and get into trouble, but the snapping trick had worked, and now, whenever he clicked his fingers, she would stop what she was doing and look at him almost apologetically. The black cat would remain like that, and keep her gaze locked on him until he whistled through his teeth, which was the sound he used for positive reinforcement.

Anxiety was amazed that he had managed to keep the secret for so long, he had never intended to do so, but even once Amaya had become less afraid of him, whenever he thought about telling the others, he worried that they would force him to give her up. The allergy attack of the cheerful facet after the night he’d found the kitten had made him mindful; any clothes that he wore when he played with her, he made care to wash himself, and upon returning to his room, he would take off his jacket and hang it on the back of his door. He liked it so much, that he worried that it would fall apart if it had to be washed too often, so that was one of the things the kitten was not allowed to mess with.

It was fortuitous that the others didn’t often visit his room, but when Virgil left, it became obvious that he wasn’t the only fearful one. After a quick Google search one night after a long day of filming, when Amaya wouldn’t leave his side, he’d discovered that she had separation anxiety. Which meant, when she was left alone for extended periods of time, she would fear that he was never coming back, and that often resulted in the destruction of his curtains, a blanket, a pillow, or her bed. It was something he was still working on with her, but she wasn’t even fully grown yet, so for her age, she was pretty well trained. She had also gained a healthy amount of weight, and no longer looked like a walking skeleton.

Currently, Anxiety was getting ready to join the others in the common room for a movie-night, he had just touched up his eye-shadow, and was heading to grab his coat before Amaya ran up to him. He scratched the fur under her chin for a few moments, wishing he could stay in his corner of the mindscape with her, but the others had been fairly adamant about him not being able to get out of the activity. Eventually he stood, heading to the bathroom to wash his hands; when he returned he put his jacket on and opened the door, but before he could do anything, Amaya hared out of his room and into the hall.

Patton was especially excited for the movie-night this week, because they had actually convinced Virgil to join them. He’d finally finished season seven of Doctor Who, and Logan had insisted that they watch The Day of the Doctor together. He was looking forward to watching the two-hour special, but more so to the time they would be spending together as a family, that wasn’t focused on fixing an issue in Thomas’s life.

Two bowls of popcorn in hand, Morality went to join the logical and creative facets in the commons, but just as he set them on the coffee-table however, his nose and eyes began to itch. Turning to tell the others that he was going to get some Benadryl, they all froze when a streak of black ran down the steps. Only once it had come to an abrupt halt in front of them did he understand his allergic reaction, because what stood before them now was a solid-black kitten that couldn’t be more than six months old, its green eyes glittering with fear. The alarm that had its fur on end was a clear sign that it probably wasn’t too used to being around people.

The rare use of a confused inflection to the intellectual’s voice tore him from his thoughts, “a…cat…where did it come from?”

“Upstairs,” the singular word from the fanciful archetype elicited a scoff from the other, but neither had noticed the crucial detail hidden in the fur on the cat’s neck.

“Obviously, but how did it get up there?”

Even though his nose was stopped up, the eldest side spoke before the Prince had a chance to respond, “you both always act like you know all the answers, so it’s surprising that you keep overlooking something so simple.”

The academic straightened his glasses as he looked away from the kitten, “and what might that be?”

Patton couldn’t help but giggle as he formulated the answer, “take a second to really think about it…it’s a black cat.” He paused, meeting the befuddled looks that the others wore, “with a purple collar…and the most important thing…her tag is shaped like a storm-cloud with a lightning bolt. It all seems pretty obvious to me.”

They were only able to gaze back down at her for a moment before an all too familiar voice echoed from the second-floor, “Amaya!”

At what must have been her name she whorled around and darted back the way she had come, and without thinking, the others followed closely in her wake. When they reached a point on the stairs in which they could see the corridor they all stopped, Virgil stood with his back to them, and for some reason snapped his fingers. The kitten straightened up immediately and looked directly at him while the three of them watched on in silence.

“I thought you knew better than that Amaya,” at the end of his statement, the observant character knelt down and extended one arm so that his hand was just in front of the small feline. They stayed like that for a brief moment before their friend whistled through his teeth, and it was all the kind trait could do to stay quiet. At the sound, she walked up his arm and draped herself around his shoulders before he stood and walked back into his room, the door closing softly behind them.

Anxiety put Amaya down as soon as he closed the door; there was no way he was going to be able to keep his secret now. The kitten meowed at him like she was trying to apologize, and he knew he couldn’t stay mad at her, but the others had to have seen her. It was only a matter of time now until they put the pieces together, if they hadn’t already, and figured out that she was his pet. Worry coursed through him like fire, would they want him to get rid of her, would they force him to? Unable to bear the thought of losing her so soon, he realized in that moment that he was actually willing to beg them to allow him to keep Amaya.

He sat down on his bed, putting his head in his hands, and it wasn’t long before the kitten jumped up and laid down next to him, resting her muzzle on his arm the way she had the night he’d found her. Try as he might, he couldn’t find the willpower to leave the small feline to go join the others, seeing as it could very well be the last night he would be able to spend with her. If he were to go downstairs now, at best he would be asked a barrage of questions he wasn’t sure he could answer, and at worst, no. He wasn’t a child; the fight-or-flight reflex was perfectly capable of making decisions for himself. Amaya hadn’t become an issue yet, and he could train her to stay in his room, so there should be no reason for him to give her up. He wasn’t going to give her up; they were not going to take her away from him.

The sound of footsteps in the hall betrayed the presence of the other three personifications before knocking rang through the room. The noise scared the timid feline into the closet, which for the moment was probably the safest place for her. Virgil considered waving all of her toys and bowls out of existence for the time being, but there was no point. Instead, with a flick of his wrist they all arranged themselves into neat piles and rows.

Opening the door he was shocked to see the concerned expressions that his companions wore, but Patton was the first to speak. “We thought you were going to join us for movie night—are you okay kiddo…you look like you're on the brink of tears.”

The darkly-dressed aspect didn’t know how to respond at first, the truth was, until he knew what the others thought, he wasn’t okay. His voice ended up coming out as a low growl, and a bit more defensive than he had intended, “don’t try and distract me from the issue.” He paused, but opted not to change his tone, “I don’t care what any of you think…you are not going to take her away from me!”

They all looked confused, but to his surprise it was Princey who seemed to come to the realization of what was happening first and stepped forward, “I think I know what all this is about.” His gaze and voice softened as he continued, “Virgil…no one is going to try and take that little black kitten away from you.”

“Her name is Amaya—wait…you aren’t?” He suddenly felt bad for choosing to react with anger so quickly because they were saying the one thing he hadn’t expected to hear.

The eldest facet moved back to the front, “of course not son, we only saw her for a moment, but from what we did see, she seemed to be well taken care of.” He glanced into the room before returning his gaze to the younger persona, “and the last thing we would want to do is take away something you so clearly care about…or in this case, who you consider to be a member of the family.”

His head shot up at the last word, and he was amazed to see the others nodding in agreement, but it was Logan who broke the silence next. “I expected one of us to get a pet eventually…although, I always assumed it would be Patton.”

The one in question giggled, “I always thought it would be me too, but life is full of surprises.” He paused, smiling at the negative emotion, “so where is this little kitten of yours…I think after all of this, it’s time we met her.”

He gazed at his friend in confusion, “but your allergies…”

Morality gave him a knowing look and pulled a small bottle from his pocket, “Benadryl can work wonders kiddo.”

Virgil actually dared to let a smile grace his lips, “well, before I get her, you guys need to know that she’s pretty shy. She’s never even been out of my room until today…so you guys will have to come in. I’ll make sure to have you step into the hall whenever I notice the eye-shadow though.” They each gave their forms of agreement, so he let them in, and they waited patiently by his desk while he walked over to the closet. Kneeling down and whistling though his teeth, the small animal stepped out warily, clearly she felt safer on his shoulders, as she quickly climbed his arm. Moving back towards his colleagues, he felt her stiffen, so he whistled again before addressing the others, “this is Amaya. She’s not used to people, so you need to be quiet and gentle with her.” He stroked the fur between her ears, “it would also be best if you stepped forward one at a time to greet her for the first time.”

After a few moments of silence, the ethical side slowly moved forward, the darker of the two whistling through his teeth before speaking in a gentle tone. “Hold your hand out and let her sniff you, I’ll nod to you when it’s okay to pet her.”

Gently he held his hand out to Amaya, who glanced at the fight-or-flight reflex; he whistled softly, and she turned back to Patton. He whistled again as she sniffed his fingers, and when she moved her head back, he nodded to the fatherly trait. He tenderly scratched her under the chin, and she extended her neck, purring as she did so. The cheerful aspect’s eyes glittered with joy, but his voice was a reserved whisper, “aww, you are so cute little one…welcome to the family.”

After a few more moments he stepped back, and was replaced by Logan; Anxiety repeated the process with him, whistling with each step so Amaya would have something positive to associate his friends with. She took to Logic just as quickly as she had his lighter counterpart, purring softly as he petted the fur behind her ears. When he spoke, there was a sense of compassion that he hadn’t expected to hear in the voice of the scholar. “You are just too precious to process Amaya,” then with a final pat between the ears, he too moved back.

Roman took his place following the same steps, and the kitten came to trust him just as she had with the other two. She nuzzled his hand when he paused, as if he were afraid he’d scare her, but it wasn’t long before he too was petting her with a gentle touch. The whimsical facet spoke quietly, still giving the observant embodiment the feeling that he was worried about frightening her; more than likely the affect his room was having. “You are a majestic little thing Amaya, and I am proud to call you family.”

Aware of the fear that had come over the other three from the exposure to his corner of the mind-palace, the youngest figment sent them out into the corridor briefly. When they came back in, the feline didn’t even flinch, instead she watched them curiously, a good sign that she was beginning to trust them further. When Virgil motioned for them to sit down, Amaya slowly stood up from her place on his shoulder and jumped down on the bed. She looked over to his colleagues before glancing over at him, as if asking permission to go and greet them, and when he nodded to her she climbed off the bed and scampered up to them.

Making his way to join the others, he noticed that the Prince seemed the most comfortable with the feline now, which gave him an idea. “Roman, place your hand flat on the floor, with your arm straight, and elbow locked.”

Though he gave the gloomy side a strange glance, he did as he was told, and within thirty seconds, Amaya was draped around his shoulders. “Well hello to you too,” laughter filled his tone as the white teeth nibbled at his ear painlessly, and for her little trick Anxiety whistled once more.

The second-eldest was finally able to look away, and addressed the pet owner, “pray tell, why do you keep making that noise?”

“You mean the whistling thing?” He nodded in confirmation to the query, “oh, it’s a trick that I found. You can't train a cat the same way you would a dog. They don’t take well to normal teaching methods, so you use sounds, for example, I whistle when I feed her or give her treats. That way, when she does something I approve of, such as jumping up onto my shoulders, I do the same, so that she can associate the sound with positive things. That’s why I whistled when each of you stepped forward, it helped her to know that I trust you, so by extension, she can trust you as well.” He watched as Amaya walked back down the arm of the creative trait and onto Morality’s shoulders, so he made the noise once more before continuing. “Alternatively, since I have to snap my fingers to clean up any messes she makes, or items she has broken, I use that sound to deter her from actions I disapprove of. I’ll snap my fingers if she jumps up on my desk, or if she starts trying to play with my hoodie. I’m still working with her on a few things, but the tactic has worked, and I chose that one because it’s simple, easy to be consistent with, and it’s humane.”

Logan looked impressed as his words, “I never would have thought of that, but now that you have explained, it does make since.”

Virgil called Amaya over to him, so the others could step into the hall again to take a breath of fresh air. He couldn’t help but smile as they walked back in, before he could even finish his whistle, the kitten had run up to them excitedly, and he made a point to bring that to their attention as they sat back down. “It looks to me like she is really starting to trust you guys.”

The fanciful aspect chuckled as she scrambled over his knees to get to Patton who had called for her, “answer me this, how did you find Amaya in the first place?”

His heart broke as he thought back to the night he had rescued her, “it’s a cliché opening to a story, but it was a dreary night. Rain had been pouring down all day, and after all of you went to bed I had gone downstairs to get a glass of water. I heard the scratching at the backdoor, and when I looked out, she was standing there soaking wet, and as thin as a skeleton. I didn’t see any other kittens, or a mother…and then she placed one paw in the door, almost like she was asking my permission to enter…”

His tone must have changed before he trailed off, because Princey responded in a joking manner, “are those tears in your eyes Hot Topic?”

“Maybe they are Sir Sing-a-Lot,” he took a deep breath to steady his voice, “if you had seen her that night, you would be teary too…anyway after that, I picked her up and brought her here. I dried her off, and tried to wrap her in a blanket so she could warm up, but as soon as I sat down on the bed, she came over and curled up in my lap. I knew then that I wasn’t going to be able to give her up.” He wondered whether he or not to continue, but decided he should, “she deserved the same second-chance I was given.”

The ethical facet gave him a saddened look, “how do you mean son?”

Anxiety stared at the carpet, “she was alone, lost in the dark…just like I was before you all accepted me.” He fell silent for a moment, “and revealing my name was a big leap that helped to lead me in the right direction…to becoming a part of the family. That thought was the reason I named her Amaya…it’s not your usual pet name, but she needed a title that was representative. Amaya is Basque in origin, and means night rain, which will always remind me of how I found her, and why I took her in.” Even though it had been in conversation, the loving feline had recognized not only that he name had been said, but who had said it. She quickly jumped off of Morality’s lap, and was now nuzzling the hand of the darkest manifestation. Laying it on the floor in front of her, she climbed up onto his shoulders; her loud purring nearly bringing him to tears.

“She may trust us, but there is no doubt that she knows who rescued her.” The voice of the paternal side had lost most of its nasal edge, and was filled with compassion, but he took on a playful nature as well. “Please tell me if I’m right…you’ve had Amaya for almost six months, haven’t you?

Virgil wasn’t the only one who was shocked as he recognized the confusion that glittered in the eyes of his logical and creative counterparts. “How could you have possibly known that? I did everything I could to try and keep that secret!”

“I think some of your steps to keep said secret was what gave it away, such as doing all of your own laundry.” Of course the kind trait had caught on to that, he was the one who normally did the mundane house chores, and the fact that he was washing his own clothes would have been as much of a tip off as the alternative. “That’s not to mention that I had an allergy attack that morning, and I’m only allergic to one thing kiddo…cats.” He nodded in response, and the movie-night was put on hold, as each of them decided that they would rather spend the evening with their newest family member.

It had been three months since the others had discovered Amaya; she was now allowed to roam the mindscape freely, and Anxiety’s companions had begun using his sounds technique to make sure that she didn’t get out of hand when he wasn’t around. They all played their part in taking care of her but in some ways, she took care of them too, seeming to know each time one of them was upset. When that was the case, she never failed to stop whatever she was doing and go sit with the one who needed her presence until they felt better. Despite all of that however, she still spent the most time with the darkest aspect, and still only felt safe enough in his room to sleep. Everyone may have been working together to watch over her, but there was no doubt in any of their minds, that Amaya was Virgil’s pet.

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