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I wake up in a clean, blank room, but I would've felt better if i'd known where I was. I was confused. I could barely remember anything, not an inkling of a previous life. All I could remember was my name. I repeated it to me now, just for the comfort of something familiar "It's okay Y/N. It's all just a bad dream." For some reason, those words don't comfort me much. I mean, look at my situation, for crying out loud! I could have just been kidnapped or something. I shuddered at the possibility, but then remembered that kidnappers would probably put you in a worse room. I mean... it's not so bad. A nice clean bed, a closet, a desk, and a door. A door? I hesitate, looking at it. Maybe I just want to be alone. But then again, If no one ever found me, would I die alone? I made my decision, and reluctantly opened the door. Huh, this certainly didn't seem like a kidnappers house to me.
I overhead some people, so I strained to listen; "Now I'll make some waffles kiddos, so hang tight and Logan, make sure to not question Disney films that much. It upsets Roman." I was quite taken aback. Are these people not aware that there is another person in their house? They must be, but how would I have gotten in without them knowing? In my slight panic, I forgot that the kitchen was very close to where I was peeping out of. For just a millisecond- I get a glimpse of who I presumed was the guy who was making waffles. He looked slightly average. I mean, white guy who needs glasses and wears plain shirts is about as white as you get. (I mean white is as white as you get but- never mind) I remembered that I had no idea what was going on and my anxiety got the best of me. I slammed the door, is what i'm trying to say.
I instantly noticed my mistake and went to hide. I knew that was a stupid move, because a ghost couldn't have possibly made that sound. I hid under the bed, shaking. I heard footsteps up to my room, and I braced for the worst. My door swung open, and I could see the feet of the man later to be known as Patton. "Huh! Well that is for sure a new room. Virgil! Logan! Roman!" Patton called. I saw the three other feet arrive at my door. "Great," I thought "my last moments alive and I can't remember anything." Patton and the others searched around, and as things work, they found me pretty quick. "Oh hello kiddo! I'm Patton, but you can just call me dad." "Literally no one calls you that." Says a man with a rather groggy voice. Pulling my head out from under the bed, I accepted defeat. "Okay, just what is going on and where am I? What are you going to do, exactly?" I managed to stumble out.
As I looked out, I almost chocked. there were 4 guys there, who all looked eerily similar. One of them was a basic nerd looking guy, not Patton, but he did have similar glasses. He seemed to absolutely not care what anyone was talking about. Relatable. Looking on at the 2nd guy, He seemed completely from a different world, all dressed up like a prince. "Who wears crap like that?", I thought. Now, the third guy was weird. He looked like a failed emo, like his christian mother didn't let him go completely emo and now he was doing it in his adulthood. And there was that other guy, Patton, I talked about him earlier. He looked at me with curiosity and slight concern. "There's a lot to explain, but I'll just introduce everyone, this is Logan," He gestured at the nerd guy "that guy right there is Roman," prince guy smiled triumphantly "and last but not least (or else I will physically fight you) is Virgil," Emo, high school drop out raised his hand reluctantly. "Now i'm going to have to ask," continued Patton (A/N GOD IT FEELS GOOD TO BE TYPING NAMES AGAIN) "name, pronouns please."
I don't know whether to trust these people, but I haven't died yet, and what could they possibly do if I told them my name and pronouns? " Um... I'm Y/N. She/They." I half whispered. I was still scared, mind you. "Weird," Logan pipes in "we don't usually get nonbinary people or females. And by usually I mean never. It's never happened before." "Ok, can someone just answer my q-question! What is going on. Please!" Patton remembers what he was going to say, "Right, sorry about Logan. We're... well we're in someones mind. We, (Points to everyone else) are parts of Thomas, the guy who's brain we're inside of. I am Morality, Logan is logic, Virgil is anxiety, and Roman is creativity. Now, what we need to find out is what are you?"