"Patton? Where are you leading me?" Virgil let out a chuckle as warm hands gently covered his eyes, a body pressing against his own as if to guide him around in the dark. He could feel the Moral sides' breath tickle the back of his neck, and he smiled.

"It's a surprise, Kiddo." Patton giggled and continued to steer Virgil in the direction he wanted, trying his best not to bump them into things.

"You know how surprises make me anxious... where are we going?" Virgil asked, hands beginning to grow sweaty and throat feeling as if he had been eating nothing but salt. The Anxious trait heard another few giggles come from his love along with the warmth of his breath.

"Couple more steps and we're there..." After a few moments of shuffling, Patton pushed open the door with his foot and lead Virgil through. "We're here! I'm going to take my hands away now, okay?" Virgil nodded and felt the light pressure leave from his sockets, fluttering open his eyes.

"Patton... wha-"

"Do you like it?" The older trait bit at his lips, a nervous yet excited glint in his eyes as he watched the others reaction. "We all took part to try and make it as good as your last one... you know... since..." Patton trailed off completely, eyes now focusing on his feet.

Virgil couldn't comprehend what Patton was saying, mind too focused on the sight in front of him. His lips broke into a coy smile as his eyes landed on the bed which was adorned with a bat covered duvet, along with deep purple pillow cases. The window hidden by spider-webbed curtains, making the room look even darker than it should. The walls painted a rainbow of purples and violets, making it look a lot bigger than the room he... his old room... Virgil pushed down that thought and continued glancing around the room until his gaze finally landed on Patton.

"Do I like it?" Virgil asked, eyes wide and filled with awe.

Patton glanced up, worried, shuffling from foot to foot. "Do you?" His voice came out as nothing but a whisper.

"Pat, I love it!" Patton was suddenly engulfed into a tight hug, squeaking out in surprise. The top of Virgil's head only just manged to reach Patton's shoulders as they continued hugging.

"I'm glad," he giggled out, and softly placed a kiss on the Anxious trait's forehead, which caused Virgil to slowly pull away from the hug to look at him, a blush on his cheeks.

"D-did you just..."

"I... I think I did..." Patton let his arms slip from Virgil's waist, quickly glancing away. "Sorry..." By this time, Patton's face was hotter than the Sun, and redder than Mars.

Virgil shook his head, shifting slightly. "No..." He carefully took Patton's hand to grab his attention. "It's alright... just... maybe ask next time?" Virgil dropped Patton's hand so he could hide his own with the sleeves of his hoodie.

Patton nodded, no longer looking dejected. "Will do, Kiddo! Enjoy your room." He smiled, and as he was about to leave he felt a small tug at the bottom of his shirt. He glanced around to see Virgil blushing darkly. "Everything alright?"

"I'm waiting for you to ask..."

It was as if the room had gotten colder in the matter of a few seconds. The whole atmosphere was deader than it had been since Virgil was thrown back into his old room. His prison. It wasn't how it used to be. It's different now, darker. Sadder. Lonelier.

Surely someone would have notice he was gone... right?

Someone?

Anyone?

Logan?

Roman?

Thomas?

"P-Patton?" He sniffled out, tears smudging away the eye-shadow under his eyes, already stained with purple bags from lack of sleep. Something heavy hit Virgil right in the heart, like a pit burying deep with in him. A small seed of doubt, soon to slowly grow into a weed of - he didn't want to think of that... not him.

"He can't hear you." A voice floated around the room, not soft enough for it to sound comforting, but soft enough for it to be forebordingly creepy.

Too late.

"Patton doesn't even care that you are gone." The voice continued. "In fact, he doesn't even know that you're missing." An eerie chuckle came from the corner, body hidden by the darkness, which engulfed most of the room. "How sad is that, hmm?"

"L-leave me alone," Virgil's quiet voice trembled as he buried himself against the wall, hiding in his hoodie. The chains clunking as he tried his best to pull his shaking legs close to his chest.

"Now you know I can't do that, Virgil." The figure took a small step out of the shadows, smirk on thin, black painted lips.

"Sorrell, please." Virgil shuffled further into the corner, tears seeping from his eyes. "Not today."

"You know that's not how I work." Sorrell grew closer, shadows seeming to follow him from behind. "I'm staying until I'm not needed... and I can see that I'm going to be here for a while." Sorrell smirked once more, reaching out of the darkness to graze Virgil's cheek with his quill covered hand. This caused a whimper to crawl up from the small trait's throat, blood oozing from the tiny pricks at the flesh of his cheeks. "Requests of Deceit."