Virgil's Life //A Sanders Sides Fanfic// (First Series) {Completed}

Two

I walk downstairs and sigh.

Another day of being hated by everyone. I hate my life so much I wish I could disappear.

You're okay.

What? Who are you? I don't remember you.

I'm False Confidence. But you can call me Jack.

Oh, okay. Hi Jack.

Hello.

Okay then, I guess I have a new friend.

I walk into the kitchen and make a sandwich, placing it on a paper plate. Seriously all I eat is sandwiches, there's like no food in this house.

"Hey kiddo." Patton smiles.

"Hello." I respond.

He's probably gonna tell me how much he hates me.

No he's not.

...Okay..

"I'm bored, is there anything you wanna do right now?" He asks.

"The only thing I wanna do right now is cry to myself in my room." I say, and start to walk off.

"Hey." I turn around at Patton's voice. "If there's anything you need to talk about, I'm here, okay?"

"Okay." I reply, then walk back to my room.

Once I get there I set my sandwich down on my night stand and sit on my bed, choking back tears.

Everybody hates me.

True that.

Shut up.

No thank you.

It's okay, Virgil. Don't cry.

But I want to.

Shh, I know, I know.

A tear fell down my face and I saw a figure pop up out of, seemingly nowhere.

"W-who are you?" I ask, a bit scared.

"Jack," They respond.

"Oh okay." I look away.

"Hey, you're okay." Jack walked over to me and sat down next to me. "You're fine."

I continued to cry as Jack hugged me.

Jack has the same body shape as me, but he has a dark purple cape, with a hood attached. It's a dark not quite as dark as the hood but pretty dark long sleeved purple shirt, along with purpley grey jeans. A purple mouth-mask with a smile on it is placed on him. He has one purple eye, and one green eye.

(This character was not originally mine, but I did change it up a little.)

"You're not okay," Said, who I think, is the other voice in my head, except they're actually here.

"Don't listen to him." Jack tries.

"You're worthless. Everybody hates you." Reminded, the other voice, who I, (once again) assume, is my depression.

"You're fine." Jack said forced.

"No I'm not." I cried.

"There ya go." Depression encouraged.

"Everybody hates me. I promise." I frowned at Jack, tears still pouring down my cheeks.

Depression is wearing all black and has a smile made of makeup on his face. He also has the same body as me.

"Don't listen to him." Jack pleaded. "He's literally your depression. He tells you the worst possible outcomes of everything and tells you that everyone hates you." Jack explained.

"Well you're no better. You're False Confidence. You tell me lies all the time." I retorted.

"Well sorry. I'm just doing my job." Jack looked down at the ground and stopped hugging me.

"Exactly! I'm just doing my job!" Depression shouted. "You can't talk bad about me! I'm just doing my job!"

"Why can't the others see that I'm doing my job too? They always blame me for everything and make me feel terrible." I explained.

"Yeah. Nobody ever sees that we're just doing our jobs. We're just misunderstood disorders." Depression hugged himself.

I smiled and wiped the tears off my cheeks. I hugged Depression as Jack said;

"Well I'm not exactly a disorder, but I understand what you're getting at."

And then Logan walked into my room.

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Word count: 600

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