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Virgil always hears those words on a daily basis and he would act like it wouldn't hurt him, but once he's alone, he starts breaking down realizing those words are true.

                                (Virgil's POV)

Another day of hell starts as my eyes start opening. 'What fun.' As I finally get out of my room I smell Patton's pancakes from upstairs. But as I pass by a specific person's room, they get out.

"Ugh why can't you get out of my way!?" said Princey.

"Oh sorry Mr. Sir Sings-A-Lot, did I bother someone important?" But as I say that he pushes me out of his way and scoffs.

"Kiddos! Breakfast is ready!" yelled the fatherly figure. I sigh in relief.  I really haven't eaten in days because of the stupid prince making me feel fat, even though I am as skinny as a stick. As I reach the kitchen, the talking I heard from the others died out. 'Well I hope they had a fun conversation.'

"Hey kiddo!" Patton greets me to just break the awkward silence, "did you sleep well?"

What I would've said: "Oh yeah I totally didn't dream you guys abandoning me and leaving me to rot."
What I really said: "Yep. It was nice."

More awkward silence...

"Well now that I've finished my meal, I must work on my project," said the 'nerdy wolverine'.

"Thank you for that splendid breakfast, Patton!" Princey said.

"Why thank you kiddo!" Patton replied.

"Yeah...it was great...dad," I mumbled.

"Aw don't be shy my dark, strange son." I just stare at him then leave. But as I almost reach the top of the stairs, I hear Roman say "Why do you even care for him? He's just the вα∂ gυу." I then realize...he's right. He always is and nothing will change that.