(I've been getting a lot of comments on the first few chapters and I love watching the transformation from 'Depression is the bad guy, kill him!' To 'Yay depression' like yes, he is a smol child, love him, he means no harm)

Virgil's Pov

The video went on without a hitch after the incident, albeit everyone was quite tense. And surprisingly, that was the end of the drama for about a month. 

Thomas recorded and published some videos and we just got on with our 'lives'. Logan and Patton are as happy as they've ever been, Roman has been sneezing a lot but hasn't lost his snarky style and Dyllon, while strangely quiet, has been mostly fine.

And as for the incident with that 'monster', nothing has occurred since. Speaking of monsters however, Carter has been surprisingly quiet too but unlike Dyllon, he always has a certain look in his eyes, like something is brewing beneath, but while I don't trust him I've learnt to 'co-exist' with him so to speak.

And that's how it has been since, uneventful. That was at least until Christmas Eve.

I had left my room to get some water (To prove to Patton that I'm trying) when I saw Roman leave his room sneezing yet again. Now, of course, I was quite concerned but only because of the whole 'Anxious side' thing, nothing else.

"You okay there Princey?" I asked, walking over to him.

"Yep, I'm perfectly fi-" He sneezed

"You don't sound fine," I stated, placing a hand on his forehead to check his temperature.

"You don't have a temperature but are you sure you're fine?" 

"Yes Virgil, I'm fine! I have to check on something!" He snapped, spinning on his heel and rushing back into his room.

"What?" I asked aloud.

After deciding against pestering him more I decided to check on D and make sure he hadn't overdosed on candy canes... again.

"Hey Dyllon" I sighed, flopping down on the bed

"Where are the candy canes I left here, there was a whole box before I left?" I asked, sitting up to face a suspiciously innocent-looking Dyllon.

"I have absolutely no idea!" He smiled.

"Then why are your teeth red? And your breath-" I coughed,

"So minty" I complained, pinching my nose.

"Oh you got me! I'm getting into the Christmas spirit, It's allowed" He smirked, jumping onto the bed next to me

"Whatever you say D, now you owe me three boxes of candy canes!" I smirked

"Hey! Princey totally took one from the second box!" He defended, pushing me lightly.

"As if! He'd choke, what with all that sneezing" I sighed.

"So that's what's gotten you in such a ba humbug mood? Your prince hasn't saved you from the tower of your heart!" He cried dramatically, clutching at his chest.

"No! I'm just annoyed at him..." I mumbled, pulling my legs up to my chest.

"Yeah, suuuuure" He rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, have  you wrapped your gifts up for tomorrow yet?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Of course! I'm depressed, I have a loooot of time on my hands!" He snorted, reaching under my bed to grab six neatly wrapped gifts.

"Aw! Even one for Princey! Are you sure I'm the one pining for him?" I giggled, resulting in yet another shove from Dyllon.

"As if! There's only enough room for one royal crush in this room and anyway, he doesn't know I exist remember, courtesy of the royal princess" He winked

"How many times must I tell you I don't have a crush on that royal pain in the ass and I'm not a princess! Why do people keep calling me that" I complained, moving off the bed to check my gifts in the closet.

"Probably because its true" Dyllon whispered.

"Anyway, whaddya get me!" Dyllon giggled, a childish grin on his face that has become surprisingly common.

"You'll find out tomorrow" I smirked.

"But I don't wanna wait until tomorrow!" He whined, falling back on my bed.

"It's just one more sleep" I added.

"Still! I won't be able to sleep!" He started.

"Yes you will, you're depression. You can and have slept through a hurricane" I sighed.

"Oh yeah, if anything, you'll be the one struggling to sleep tonight!" He giggled.

"Why must you relish in my suffering!" I whined dramatically, falling face first next to Dyllon.

"Because it's the one shred of joy I have left in life" He replied monotonously.

"Nice one Emo" I grumbled.

"That's rich coming fro-" He was cut off by a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" I asked, already pushing Dyllon slowly off the bed.

"Logan" 

"Come in" I sighed, pulling Dyllon, mid-fall, back onto my bed.

"Hello Anxiety, Dyllon. Roman would like to speak with you Anxiety" He stated, attempting a small wave at Dyllon.

"What about?" I asked, sceptically.

"He did not permit that information and I did not pursue it" 

"So you don't know" 

"Precisely" 

"Well, this should be fun! I'll be back soon D. Don't touch the gifts!" I warned, pointing a threatening finger in his direction.

"I wouldn't dare" He smirked just as I closed the door.

"I wish you good luck in whatever it is Roman wishes to discuss with you," Logan said awkwardly.

"Thanks, I guess" I replied, walking towards Roman's opened door.

This was the first red flag. In the past two months, Roman has kept his door tight shut, not letting anyone in. 

I walked in to see him sitting on his bed, his face showing a mix of guilt and worry. Upon stepping further into his room I could see that he was hiding something behind his back.

This was the second red flag. While not a totally strange thing for Princey to do, I'm Anxiety. To me, there is an 87% chance there is a flamethrower behind his back.

"Logan said you wanted to see me?" I asked, hovering by his bed.

He kept his mouth closed, only nodding slightly.

Red Flag number three. When does Princey not have anything to say.

He opened his mouth to say something only to be interrupted by a sneeze before continuing.

"Hello Virgil. I understand that today I was quite unpleasant to you earlier. I was rash and irritable and that led me to say and react in ways I regret. I know that Christmas is tomorrow and all but I got you something and it is slowly killing me so I thought it'd be best if I give it to you now" He explained, genuine guilt on his face.

He began to lift the flamethr- gift out from behind his back only to sneeze as the gift was just out of sight.

"It reminded me of you so-" He lifted the gift out from behind his back.

"Merry Christmas" And there in his arms laid a black purring kitten, asleep against the royals torso.

He passed the kitten over to me, sneezing again as he did so. I stared down the small ball of fluff in my arms and almost cried, almost!

"He's one of the kittens from the imagination, the one you took a liking too. He reminded me of you and I wanted a reminder so to speak, of that day because, to me at least, it was the day we became... friends?" He looked up at me uncertain, searching for reciprocation.

"I-i don't know what to say..." I whispered, still awestruck by the ball of fluffy heaven in my arms. 

Then it hit me.

"So this is why you've been sneezing for a month?" I asked

"Yeah..." He looked down at his legs, blushing slightly in embarrassment.

"You put up with that... For me?" I asked

"We've been fighting for years, I really had and still have a lot to make up for but... I hope you'll  want to be friends?" He asked, still uncertain.

"Of course we're friends, you dummy!" I chuckled, tears pooling in my eyes.

I placed the kitten on the bed before leaping forward and engulfing him in a hug.

The only problem was, I had underestimated a few things and pushed both Princey and me backwards, off the bed and onto the floor waking up the poor kitten in the process.

A few minutes later Patton burst into the room dragging Logan behind him. He had a first aid kit in hand and a face that suggested he'd fight off a bunch of angry koala bears to make sure we were okay. However, his face softened when he saw Princey and me on the floor, a giggling mess.

"Well, you boys almost scared the Christmas outta me!" He chuckled

"But at least you're okay and I was wonderi- IS THAT A KITTEN!" Patton screeched, violently jumping onto the floor next to the bed before carefully picking up the kitten... And then sneezing.

Logan's face even softened a bit at the sight.

While they were distracted by the kitten Roman leaned forward and whispered in my ear,

"Merry Christmas Virgil"

This was a Christmas we'd all remember.

After that emotional fiasco, I carried the kitten to my room, settled him down on a blanket and pillow fort before sitting down in bed next to Dyllon. He slumped his hand onto my shoulder whispering "Merry Christmas" And all was well.

~~~

However, no one knew of the monster silently brewing beneath them.

(HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE! No matter what you do or do not celebrate I hope you have a great time doing whatever makes you happy! I realise that it's been about three weeks since the last update but I really wanted to save this for Christmas Eve (Even though I wrote it all on Christmas eve). Sorry if there are mistakes I am ill and have been up since 4 this morning and of course, I wrote this in around two hours but I hope you've enjoyed this. The next chapter will still be christmas themed but won't be out before christmas, sorry. If you notice any major errors please point them out and I'll try to redo it as soon as I can but again, have a happy holiday and an equally happy new year!)