Before I begin I ended up saying "fuck it!" and wrote this story using choice A cause I wanna continue u it until I kill everyone off. Wow that's deep sorry, Let's begin!

Also a trigger warning in this chapter (if u you need a talk we can.)

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        ~~3rd Person P.O.V~~

Vrigil sat on the floor in a ball while Roman shouted through the door "I'm sorry Virgil!"

Virgil's attention gazed apon a shiny pocket knife incase he needed to open a box or someting idk.

He crawled over to it and picked it up.

"A couple more." Said a voice in his head as he rolled up his sleeve.

He pressed the knife into his skin piercing it and slowly slicing it into small cuts and a big one.

"Open up kiddo, he didn't mean it." Patton said calmly but shaky.

Soon Virgil collapses because of blood loss so it spilled EVERYWHERE.

Crash, Roman kicked down the door and there lied a unconscious Virgil.

"OH MY GOD!" Patton screamed. "W-what." Logan mumbled to himself trying not to show any emotion or put his guard down. "No no no no no." Roman mumbled dropping to his knees.