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It was just another day in the mindscape, but something was off. While Patton was curled up on the couch with a mug of hot cocoa, a second cookie, and a newfound Netflix favorite, Roman was organizing his vast collection of Disney movies, and Logan was working on a new Sudoku puzzle, Virgil was up in his room, napping.
It had taken forever to put his mind at ease, but he was finally able to catch up on some much-needed sleep. He shifted under the covers, but remained asleep. He was beginning to have another nightmare. His nose twitched, and the corners of his mouth curled in discomfort.
His bedroom window quietly opened, and a gloved hand pushed it up until it could move no more. A shadowed figure crept into the dark room, making its way over to Virgil’s bed. The figure loomed over the sleeping ego, and a Cheshire grin cut his formerly stoic face. This would be like taking candy from a baby.
Virgil flinched in his sleep as the figure reached out for him, lifting him from his cocoon of rare peace. The room was quiet as the figure made sure nobody else was around. He smirked wickedly when he realized that he would not be caught.
Deceit carried Virgil over to the window from which he entered, and looked down at him.
“How difficult this must have been for you Anxiety, letting your guard down like this. It’s okay, you’ll be fine. Virgil Sanders, you’re mine , and there’s nothing you can do about it.” Deceit stated, letting out a soft chuckle as he climbed back through the window, Virgil slung over his shoulder. Once he was out of the room, Deceit shut the window, and moved silently away from the Sanders residence.
Meanwhile, Patton rose from the couch, and looked at Roman and Logan.
“I’m going to go see if Virgil’s awake. I want to know if he’ll bake cookies with me, and since he was able to catch some zs, maybe he’ll be up for it.” he said, jogging up the stairs. He rapped on Virgil’s door to announce his presence.
“Virgil, are you up? It’s me, Dad.” Patton greeted. Upon getting no response, he concluded that Virgil must still be asleep.
“Hey kiddo, it’s time to wake up. You don’t want to be up all night, do you?” Patton asked, knocking on the door again. Nothing.
“I’m coming in.” Patton said, opening the door. He flipped on the lightswitch, and froze.
His face fell to that of horror, and he ran downstairs to the other two Sides.
“What’s wrong, Patton?” Logan asked, looking up from his Sudoku, sensing something was amiss.
“Virgil’s gone.”