Dealers Choice

Prologue

Warnings: This is a super angsty chapter and there is a lot in here including: various gruesome deaths not caused by natural things and mostly by machines and stuff steer clear, suicide, blood, dead bodies and stuff, vomit, major character death, and maybe more (if I forgot to tag something please tell me)
A/N- If you can, please comment on how I can improve my writing!! And thank you for reading!!

Thomas retched at the sight of his former therapist.

"Doctor? Are you-oh god-" Thomas threw up, wiped his mouth and staggered over to his old friend. Doctor Picani, his therapist since Virgil, his source of constancy, lay on the floor, throat slit. The body slumped over on the floor, blood spilled over the body and around where Picani had died. Horrified, Thomas backed away and glanced up.

"You weren't supposed to know" adorned the wall, still dripping what he thought was dark red paint. Thomas stared at the words, not comprehending what they said. Thomas was also not comprehending anything a few seconds later, when he was shoved into the wall, slamming his head and blacking out.

When Thomas came to, he groaned and staggered to his feet. He rubbed eyes and tentatively looked up at what made him faint. He gagged at the sight of the blood on the wall, spelling out "You weren't supposed to know. "

"I'm sorry, Thomas. You'll be okay soon. "

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Virgil stared at himself in the mirror. His head throbbed, and he tried not focusing on the strange shadows behind him. The voices whispered in his head, loud and relentless. He stumbled over to his room, writing notes to the ones he loved the most.

His little brother, Thomas, only a kid. His mom. His best friend, Patton.

Roman.

Virgil slipped on his favorite hoodie, the one Patton had bought for him over the summer, before he had moved. The voices were slowly getting louder. They needed stopping. Against the voices wishes, he managed to send Roman a single text.

I'm sorry, Ro. I love you.

V?

Virgil, are you okay?

Answer me, please.

Pick up the phone virgil.

I'm coming over, hold on. please.

Virgil kicked the rocks around the train tracks. In the distance, a horn blared. The voices were slowly getting louder. They needed to stop. They will stop. W-why did they need to stop? Why was he here? He needed to go home, call Patton, hug Thomas, text Roman, w-why was he here? He-

The voices were getting louder. They needed to stop.

He tried remembering what he wrote to each of his loved ones. He told Thomas to never stop acting, keep watching the cartoons, maybe update him on it every once in a while. He told Patton to keep storytelling. He really was amazing at it. Maybe he'd be an author one day. That'd be amazing. And Ro...what did he tell Ro?

Dear Roman,

"Virgil?" Roman, god that beautiful, stupid bastard, was standing there, shivering in the cold. His mom and his brother were standing there too, his mom holding Thomas back.

I'm sorry for leaving you, Princey. I promise, I didn't think it would end up this way.

"Virge, babe, get away from there!" He started walking towards him. The voices didn't like this.

Hey, don't worry about me, though. Just take care of my mom and Thomas. Make sure they're okay, alright?

Roman ran faster. The train was coming. "Virge!! Get out of the way!" Virgil stared at him. Didn't he know? The voices were getting louder.