Original: December 27, 2017
July 10, 2018
This is pretty long... Wow. I love confusing my readers if this is the same fic.. :)
Roman woke up at the afternoon. He was confused. Where are my alarm birds? What happened? Wait, why is it so dark?
Confused, he walked over to a nearby mirror and nearly screamed. Everything about his appearance changed. Well, his choice of clothing and everything else, but still, it was painful for Roman to look at.
He still had the same gorgeous face (thank Zeus for that!) and same body, though it seemed a lot more pale. The clothes he were wearing, however, were not the same. His usual Disney themed pajamas had turned into ones with skulls that had . . . santa hats? What? Someone's a bit ready for the season.
He decided to know who in the world would this 'body' belong to. Clearly not Patton's nor Logan's since both are early birds, and I also might not be able to see. Huh, must be Virgil's.
Okay, so Virgil owned the body. It took Roman a whole minute to process and react to it. "Why must it be the emo's body?" He managed to say.
"Oh, so you're up," a voice said from behind him. He turned to look and saw . . . himself. 'Roman' wore his usual outfit, except it looked a lot more messy. His hair was all over his face. Yup, Virgil had his body.
"W-What have you done to my body?! Goodness me, what happened to the both of us?" Roman ('Virgil') asked, all panicky.
"Eh, I didn't do much. Why are you such an early bird? I mean, I wish you would've woken up at 10 AM not 7 in the morning."
"Well, how was I supposed to sing 'When Will My Life Begin' if I woke up at that time? Besides, you do have lovely pajamas."
"Ay, thanks. I actually-wait a second, don't you change the subject on me. We should get you... myself? changed."
"Or I could just stay in bed and pretend that I don't exist," Roman said, sounding all depressed but immediately placed a hand on his mouth. Virgil raised a brow.
"Huh, seems that being in my body gives you a negative influence. Probably should hurry up and make yourself look good. Well, not as good as I," Virgil said and immediately slapped a hand on his mouth.
Roman smiled. "So it seems that my charmingness got to you too."
"That's not a word!"
"It is when I say it, Princey."
"Emo Nightmare."
Both came to a stop due to the realization that they've been insulting each other using the words that were being thrown at each other, if that made any sense. Virgil sighed, "Look, Roman. I don't care about how I look at this moment so let's just go eat lunch."
Just as Roman was going to protest and say that he wanted to crawl back into the comfort of his bed, his (Virgil's?) stomach growled ferociously. Virgil raised his eyebrows a second time that day.
Roman rolled his eyes and walked out in pajamas, not caring about anything in the world. Wait! Roman froze to a stop and ran back to 'his' room, knocking into Virgil in the process.
"What are you getting?" He yelled out, slowly walking back. Roman walked back out of the room wearing Virgil's infamous hoodie. You can never stop wearing the hoodie. EVER.
"Hmm . . . now I know why you like wearing this. Quite comfy, if I do say so myself," Roman hummed out, trying to bury himself in the purple fabric.
"Hey now, don't kill yourself in there. That's my job," Virgil said, adjusting the sash that hung loosely on his shoulder. Roman also adjusted his hair, pulling it over his face. He made a confused face after that and pushed it back.
Before Virgil could make a comment about that, they arrived at the common room where Logan and Patton were sitting. Logan scanned through his book for what seemed the umpteenth time already, and Patton was cooing at the puppy videos he was watching. The arriving duo rolled their eyes.
"Greetings, everyone!" Virgil said, seeming so in character of Roman. His eyes widened and shut up mouth. "Are you kidding me?! Now I'm acting like Roman!"
"Well, not really. Unless you start singing Disney songs, then yeah . . . you would be acting like me."
"Oh, believe me. It's really hard not to start sing songs."
Patton and Logan looked over to them and raised a brow. Logan decided to break the silence. "What happened this time?"
Roman replied, all panicky. "Well, do we look like we know?! We've managed to swap bodies without any knowledge! What if we stay like this forever? What if I'll never be myself again? What if-"
"Calm down with all the what-ifs, you might kill yourself with all that knowledge," Virgil teased, making Roman's face grow red with anger.
"How dare you say that my mind isn't fit to know anything! Now, that's just mean," he sniffed out, feeling tears come out of his eyes. "O-Okay, why the hell am I crying?"
Patton finally spoke up. "Well, kiddo. If you didn't know, Virgil is really sensitive to criticism. Maybe it just . . . got to you since you're stuck in there?"
"That might be correct, Patton. But it may be because Roman-er, Virgil, rather, bruised Roman's big ego. Therefore, causing the body to respond to it in a very 'Virgil' way," Logan deduced.
"Great, now I have to be stuck in this body. Can I just leave or something?"
"Not until you eat the food we prepared, kiddo. Besides, you really should go out more often."
Roman rolled his eyes but complied. As he walked towards the table, he couldn't help but wonder how Virgil managed to live like this. Always so sensitive, always seemingly fragile but strong in the inside. He couldn't help but be proud of his own best friend.
Sure, there would be times that Virgil may sound insensitive, but in the end, he would always apologize (even though he sounded like Patton forced him, in which he didn't). Roman smiled at that thought.
Virgil was walking towards Roman to see the fanciful (now emo?) trait smiling. He scoffed, "So that's how I look like when I smile. I look terrible. At least I look great here."
He smacked his hand over his mouth again because of the influences. Roman looked over and scowled. "How dare you call me terrible? We literally have the same face. Even though I want to kill you so bad, I can't because that's my body."
It was quiet for a moment between the two before Virgil broke it. "Does this mean that we have to do each other's job today?"
"Eh, maybe. Oh, right! We'll probably be filming a Sander Sides video today, so we might want to step it up, I guess."
"You might want to control the panic attacks I have, though. They are not so easy to deal with," he said, then walked out like a true prince would. Roman rolled his eyes, "Show off."
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It was time for the video. Logan and Thomas were helping to set up with Thomas' friends Talyn and Joan. Patton, as usual, was happily eating a cookie that he managed to smuggle out to the 'really' world. Roman and Virgil, on the other hand, were chatting. This was an unusual occurrence to the three non-mindscape people but Logan explained to them what had happened.
"Oh, I see. They should get together, I totally ship them," Talyn squealed. They had a bit of a tendency to become apart of the shipping fandom. Joan sighed.
"As much as they want it, Roman and Virgil should get together."
Thomas was happy to see that the two traits were getting along, not bothered by the fact that his two friends were shipping his sides with each other. Logan finally finished doing what he was supposed to do, therefore, making the Sander Sides video to start.
Thomas did his usual intro. "WHAT IS UP, EVERYBODY! As you can see, everyone,"
He gestured to the four sides. Patton waving like a madman, Logan did his salute, 'Roman' did his pose, and 'Virgil' was being all awkward. 'Virgil' immediately said, "Can I go now? This is making me very very awkward. I can't even do my pose without these . . . voices in my head telling me not to."
"Oh, right. Well, as you can see, Virgil . . . isn't actually Virgil? Well, it's kinda hard to explain-"
"Roman and Virgil switched roles," Logan interrupted.
"Yes, now since that has been established, can we move on to the main subject we have at hand?" 'Roman' asked.
"Didn't we do enough moving on in the past episodes?"
"Oh, quiet you."
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Roman was tired beyond belief. Who knew that standing next to Logan and 'Roman' was tiring. He did act like Virgil there. Always imputing his snarky remarks, doing his signature finger guns, and being all depressed. That's just sad. However, Virgil was also acting very much like himself. Giving Disney references, being all happy. The complete opposite of what Roman is.
Sighing, he got off of Virgil's bed and walked out, hoping that dinner was ready because man! He was starving.
Of course it was finished, it was prepared by Logan and Patton. Secretly, Roman knew that they were probably dating. Always together, whispering things with each other, and sometimes they slept with each other as well. NOT THAT KIND, YE NASTIES!
They ate their food, which was spaghetti, in silence. Roman, from time to time, would accidentally drop something and mutter an apology. It was very awkward indeed.
As he finished, he went back to 'his' room to do more discovering. He found Virgil's stash of makeover, and a guitar. What actually surprised him the most was the fact that Virgil had a diary. Sure, a journal, but a diary!
Making sure that Virgil was no where to be found, he flipped over to the most recent one, yesterday's.
Dear Journal/Thing/I don't care,
I suppose today has been quite . . . okay? I realized something. You know what, Journal? I realized that life is not just all about makeover and music and being depressed. I realized that there are still emotions that I need to learn.
That's right, Journal. I realized I love someone. You know who? It was Roman! Of all the sides, but you know that Logan and Patton are dating so yeah...
After that, it started to talk about the day. Roman's mind wondered off. So, his theory about Patton and Logan was true! Virgil has been in love with him since when?
Shaking off that feeling, he walked to 'Roman's' room, hoping for answers. He knocked and was greeted with Virgil, who was wearing a dog patterned pajamas.
"Hey, Princey. Just wanna ask you a question if you don't mind?" Roman asked, then immediately said, "Virgil, I meant Virgil. Sorry, I just-"
"Don't get too worked up about that. Anyways, what do you want?"
"I wanna ask about this?" Roman gestured to the book he was holding. Virgil's eyes widened in fear.
Oh god, oh god. He knows, he knows! What should I say. Should I confess? I mean, I feel pretty confident about it in Roman's body.
"Do you really . . . like me? As in . . . like like me?" Roman said, looking into Virgil's eyes like an innocent kid. (Which we all know isn't so innocent.)
That's it, I'll tell him.
Oh, how Virgil wanted to say that he poured his heart out into saying yes. Instead he went, "Er, ugh. Pfft, blehh~" in a matter of 2 seconds. Roman raised a brow.
Pfft, so smooth, Virgil. A voice in Virgil told him, making Virgil inwardly roll his eyes and blush.
After sputtering and stuttering for a while, he managed to say, "Y-Yeah."
Roman turned into a lovely shade of red, and sheepishly smiled. "Really?"
Virgil nodded, mostly assuring himself that this was probably one of his dreams. Roman's smiled turned into one of the biggest smiles he ever had.
Out of no where, he kissed Virgil. While kissing the 'anxious trait', he had a thought and pulled away.
"So this is how it feels like to kiss me?"
"Oh, shut up, will you?"
He was engulfed into another kiss initiated by Virgil. Smiling, he pulled away again. Both were breathless but nonetheless, happy.
Virgil took the initiative, "So, uh . . . wanna be my boyfriend?"
"Oh, god yes."
The night was spent with each other at Roman's room, cuddling, kissing, and whispering sweet nothings at each other. Soon, both were asleep. They had the best night ever.
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The next day, Roman woke up as himself. Smiling, he saw his boyfriend asleep, looking very peaceful.
He kissed Virgil's forehead and went back to sleep.