The Phantom, Chapter 1

The Phantom, Chapter 1

The Debate

The sides were all in the mindscape now, even in Deceit, who had gone out to get himself some ice cream. They all highly doubted that he was doing that, considering he had been gone for the past week. But, hey, at least Thomas hadn’t been lying.

“What was so important that you had to yank me back into the mindscape?” He growled from where he was hanging upside down from the hanging light on the ceiling. Patton sighed up at him.

“Deceit, please come down from there.” “No.”

Logan rubbed his forehead. “Deceit, this is serious. Thomas’s neighbor might-”

“-be a freaking psychopath?!” Virgil exploded as he leapt from the couch.

“Geez, this must be important.” Deceit snorted. “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you yelling.”

“Have you been around him when Thomas is at a party.” Roman deadpanned.

“Everyone, focus!” Patton said. “This is serious! Deceit,” he looked at the side, “Thomas has a neighbor. His name is Nathan, and he’s really nice! But, when Thomas went over to give him cookies-”

“You made him cookies?” Deceit said flatly. Patton bristled.

“LET ME TALK.”

Deceit actually shut up.

“Virgil was out, just in case he had his own sides that we could meet!” Patton went on. “Well, no one showed up for a long time. Thomas and Nate were talking, eating the cookies, Nate was being such a real gentleman and he was being so kind and Thomas invited him over for dinner- shut up Deceit- but then Virgil saw him!”

Virgil jumped into the conversation, explaining the man he had seen quickly and the darkness that he had felt coming off of him. ‘”Excuse me,” Deceit said, sounding very, very offended. “Did you just say that he was more scary then me?”

“It’s not an impossible feat, Deceit.” Logan said flatly.

“Guys, please!” Patton said. “If that’s Nate’s main side, what kind of person is Nate?!”

“Maybe he’s a sweet guy! He might not be evil!” Roman said.

“You’re just defending him because you think he’s cute!” Virgil shouted angrily.

“Well mayBE! Is that a crime?!” Roman growled.

“It is if he ends up hurting Thomas!”

“Guys, we have to remain calm!” Patton said.

“Remain calm?!” Virgil squeaked. “Thomas is having him over for dinner! DINNER! What if he tries to kill him?! Or have HIM for dinner?!”

“You’ve watched too many horror films.” Deceit said blandly. Virgil glared at him.

“That’s because you keep telling Thomas that ‘this one won’t be as scary!’“

“Maybe that wasn’t even his main side!” Roman said, pulling the conversation back to the problem at hand. “Virgil isn’t Thomas’s main side but he was still out.” Deceit glanced at Patton, who sighed.

“No, kiddo... That was his main side alright...” He muttered, before he looked over towards the armchair. “Logan,. what-” He stopped and blinked as he saw that Logan was gone.

“Well, maybe he just stands for something that’s bad like Deceit does!” Roman tried. “Maybe he lies a bit too much! Or, maybe, maybe he doesn’t tip!”

Deceit and Virgil stared at him. “Don’t let anyone tell you you’re just a pretty face Roman.” Deceit said with a false smile, showing off his fangs. Roman blinked before he grinned.

“Thanks-! Wait.”

But before he could press further, Logan suddenly appeared, stumbling slightly before he straightened himself up, adjusting his tie. “Where were you?” Patton asked.

“Thomas needed help beginning dinner.” He said. “But, we have a bit of a problem.

Ding dong!

Their heads snapped around, their eyes widening in horror. Well, Deceit looked interested and mildly amused.

“He’s here.” Patton whispered.

I JUST NOW FOUND THIS AND I FEEL SO BAD FOR TAKING SO LONG.

THis is such a beautiful art style thank you so so much for drawing this, I’m so glad you love my fanfic so much that you’d take the time out of your day to make this! It really makes me very happy to know I have such wonderful people like you reading my stories.

I LOVE THIS FANFIC sigh What happened to me?

Remy: If you want to make friends, just say hi.

Deceit: *disguises himself as Patton and crashes a video*

Remy: I'm going to start over from the beginning, let me know if I lose you.

If no one has done it I'll take the challenge high school musical is my LIFE and everyone who knows me known DAMN well I'll make this fic MUSICAL

Ok but..

Don’t you hate it when you’re having a nice conversation with your platonic soulmate *cough* @asofterfan *cough* about all of the WIPs you have and then all of a sudden you have ANOTHER idea…S O

High School Musical AU

Roman Prince (Sharpay Evans)

Regina George status Diva (But nicer)

Starred in literally everything at their school

Super gay (The whole school is gay)

Younger Twin

Not so secretly crushing on Virgil

Stupid smart nerd thinking he can take my lead role and my man

Patton Prince (Ryan Evans)

G A Y

Got into Theatre because of Roman

Older and Gayer (Somehow) Twin

Is super nice and has tons of friends

Not so secretly crushing on Virgil’s best friend (Can be whoever. I’m thinking Remy)

Virgil Sanders (Troy Bolton)

Secret gay (His dad does NOT approve)

Literally hates every sport but is the star of the basketball team

Is only in sports so his dad would get off his back

Honestly likes to sing but too much pressure so he only sings in private

Also his dad thinks singing and theatre is “too girly”

Literally dies when he hears Logan sing for the first time

Is constantly trying to get his bestfriend with the glittery pink diva’ brother

Logan Foster (Gabriella Montez)

Hates loves singing in public in private that boi can b e l t

Super smart top student (What else is new. Its Logan)

Just moved into the school for his moms’ jobs (Yes moms. He has two moms)

His mom tells him to step outside his comfort zone so theatre

Is not a fan of the glittery pink diva but tries to play nice

Probably won’t write this one but like if someone doesn’t I will

Musical Sides, Chapter One

Virgil bolted into a sitting position on his bed as there was a loud honk from the driveway of his home. His head was spinning as he looked to his alarm clock, and he let out a loud curse. Seven forty-five pm?! School started at eight- SHIT!

Roman woke up as any Prince (the family name, not royalty) did, to the birds chirping happily and the smell of his older twin making his famous chocolate chip cookies in the kitchen. He grinned pleasantly before he stretched, yawning widely before he sat up and rubbed his eyes. 

Virgil heard the car honk again and he yanked himself out of his bed, nearly falling flat on his face as he kicked the tangled sheets off from around his legs. He shoved the doors to his balcony open and stumbled outside, falling against the railing. In the driveway was a familiar dark blue, BMW convertible. The roof was currently down, as it felt pretty nice this morning. Sitting in the driver’s seat was a familiar teen around his age, with light brown hair and black, square glasses. From behind those lens were cross blue eyes glaring up at him, fingertips drumming on top of the steering wheel. Virgil gulped.

If looks could kill, Logan would’ve killed him five times over by now.

“GIVE ME TEN MINUTES!” He shouted down at the car, then winced as he remembered the time on his alarm clock. “FIVE- FIVE MINUTES!” Then he turned and raced back into his room, one of the balcony doors shutting behind him. He immediately stumbled into his bathroom, grabbing the clothes he had laid out last night. He changed so fast he was sure he had set a new record, hurling the dirty clothes into a basketball themed hamper in the corner of the bathroom. He winced at the sight of it.

Roman pulled himself out of bed and walked over to his wardrobe, looking in and pushing back a few pieces of clothing hanging off the hanger to look at others. Hm, what to wear...

Back in the car, Logan’s fingers drummed faster on top of his steering wheel. He glanced at the watch on his wrist. Seven forty-seven. He grabbed the steering wheel and squeezed it. “Virgil Sanders,” he muttered, voice dull despite the anger in his eyes, “I’m going to bury you.”

Patton grinned as he heard movement in his brother’s room. Just in time! The pancakes were done, cooked until they were a beautiful shade of light brown on both sides. He put in extra chocolate chips, since Roman had seemed a little bit bummed last nice. Virgil tripped over his own feet as he grabbed his backpack and slung it onto his shoulder, grabbing his earbuds and fully charged phone from their place by the wall socket closest to his bed. He charged for the balcony doors, going out the one still open before he sped right up to the railing. Logan looked up and his eyes widened. Patton looked over and grinned as he saw his younger twin coming into the kitchen with a loud yawn. His brother was looking stylish as always, some jeans and some nice tennis shoes that were bedazzled central, and a shirt with the words “Woke Up Like This” printed across the upper chest appear in a gold color that popped out against the scarlet red. No doubt though, Roman would be grabbing his red scarf on the way out. He never went out without it, not since Patton had knitted it for him. “Morning kiddo!” He said as he plated the pancakes. Roman lifted tired puppy brown eyes to his twin’s similar eyes, before he grinned.

“Morning~!”

“DON’T YOU-” He shouted, but it was too late. He watched as Virgil flung himself over the railing, before he landed right in the backseat of his car. Logan felt his insides trembling but somehow his hand was steady as put the car into gear. Virgil crawled into the passenger’s seat and buckled his seatbelt, flinging his backpack into the backseat where Logan’s was.

“FLOOR IT!” Logan sighed loudly as he twisted around in his seat, backing up out of the driveway before he hit the road and then the car was racing forward, going as fast as the speed limit allowed.

“Ready for today?” Patton asked as his brother sat at the breakfast bar, placing his plate in front of him, along with the bottle of syrup.

“Definitely!” Roman said, practically drowning his pancakes with syrup before he took a huge bite. “This is the day, Patton!” Patton blinked as he took a bite of his pancakes, which he had drizzled with honey.

“The day?” “Yes! The day that I’m going to finally ask Virgil Sanders out!”

“You stayed up late reading those comics again, didn’t you.” Logan said, and he didn’t have to look away from the road to know that Virgil was grinning at him nervously. “Virgil Sanders, if we’re late-”

“You’re more then welcomed to bury me!” Virgil said, while glancing nervously at the clock. He gulped. Seven fifty. Oh god.

Patton and Roman were getting in Patton’s light blue Chevrolet Spark, talking and laughing. They felt rested and were wide awake despite it being so early, and their bodies and stomachs were warm from Patton’s famous pancakes. Patton started his car and was in the process of pulling out, when another car zipped down the road in front of them. Patton jumped and gasped, causing Roman to look up from his phone with slightly wide eyes.

“What is it?” “Nothing, just...! That car was going pretty fast!”

Roman blinked, then just shrugged. Patton sighed and pulled out into the street, going in the same direction as that car. “I hope they don’t get in an accident...”

Everyone heard Logan’s car screech into the parking lot of Silver Creek High School, home of the Cheetahs. Despite the speed, he parked perfectly and well into the lines. He turned off the engine, shoving his keys into his pants pocket. He didn’t bother putting the roof up; it would take too long and he didn’t have anything to steal in the first place. Maybe a few mints, but that was about it. And, if the weatherman was right, they had clear skies all day. He got out of his car, catching his backpack that Virgil tossed to him before they sprinted across the parking lot and up the stairs to the front door of the high school.

At that moment, Patton drove into the parking lot. His small car was much more quiet and he parked carefully, and Roman popped a piece of gum into his mouth as Patton turned the car off. He patted the wheel affectionately before he and his twin got out, shutting their doors in sync before they walked around to the front of the car and headed to the front doors of their high school.

Roman and Patton were two steps into homeroom when the first bell rang. They moved to their seats, which were side by side, surrounded by their friends that greeted them happily. A low buzz of chatter filled the classroom, as many students wasted homeroom by talking to their friends. But Roman was hardly interested in the conversation, something about baking, his friends were having. He stared past one of them, to the boy who had been his crush for nearly the entire school year.

Virgil P. Sanders. The star of the basketball team. He brought a lot of wins into their court. He had chocolate brown hair that looked so soft and fluffy to the touch. His skin was pale, which reminded Roman of Snow White. He wondered if he liked apples. His eyes though, god his eyes. They were a light brown. They had the flecks of the sun near his irises and whenever he smiled or laughed, god they alone could brighten up an entire room. Today, he was wearing his usual jacket; a black jacket that had some pretty wicked, purple stitch designs all along the dark fabric. Along with that were black jeans ripped at the knees and some beat up red tennis shoes.

He obviously hadn’t tried today and Roman loved it. It was like he was the lovechild of a goth and a jock, with less makeup and muscles. Everything he wore looked perfect on him, especially when he was smiling. Right now, he wasn’t smiling. His head was buried into his arms, which were crossed over each other on his desk as he heaved for breath. Roman wondered what kind of run had made the star of the basketball team so breathless.

He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and he glanced towards it. Another teen their age sat beside Virgil, leaned back against his seat as he breathed heavily, in his mouth and out his nose. Roman’s eyes, gold from eye contacts, narrowed. Logan Foster. The new kid. He had moved up here two months ago, and all of the sudden he and Virgil were just best friends. He made a few waves when he first showed up. First of all, he was incredibly handsome(Roman freaking hated it), and super smart. He became the top student at their school in a mere month, a month.

It pissed Roman off.

While he wasn’t failing at school, there was definitely room for improvement. Everyone loved someone with brains. On top of it all, while Roman himself was extremely handsome, Logan could almost rival his looks and that set him on edge. Listen, he didn’t hate the guy. He was sure he was swell. But he was way to close to Virgil for his liking. They sat together at lunch and Roman really couldn’t understand why. Logan didn’t even eat sometimes, and he constantly had some kind of homework or book with him. Virgil stayed on his phone and in Roman’s opinion, he looked so bored. Who could blame him though? Roman wished he could just find the courage to go over there and invite him to his table, but for once in his life... Something was holding him back.

Suddenly, Logan shifted. He opened his eyes, revealing dark blue eyes. He leaned to the side and disappeared behind the desk for a moment, before he came back up holding a textbook of some kind. Roman rolled his eyes. What a surprise, he thought. Logan nudged Virgil with his elbow, causing the pale teen to jump slightly before he raised his head and looked at his friend with beady eyes.

“Study for that history test with me,” Logan said, and Virgil groaned but scooted his desk closer. Roman wanted his slam his head onto the desk. What a tight ass-

“Roman,” his twin whispered, and the theater geek jumped before he looked at him quickly.

“What is it?” He asked, and Patton smiled at him.

“Aren’t you going to ask...?” He asked, not continuing even though their entire group knew about Roman’s massive crush. Roman hummed and glanced over at Virgil and Logan, who were going over vocabulary terms he didn’t understand or care about. He didn’t want to do it while Virgil was doing something, and he certainly didn’t want to do it around Logan. It was quite obvious to Roman that Logan had a crush on Virgil, and that made him his enemy. That worked though, because every good Disney Prince had to fight for their love! But he, of course, couldn’t settle this with a good old sword fight.

No, he had to be smart.

“Not right now,” he told his twin, “I’m going to do it at lunch.”

Musical Sides, Prologue

Hello everyone! So, sometime last night I reblogged a list of headcanons ( https://could-always-be-gayer.tumblr.com/post/174956504667/high-school-musical-au ) for a Highschool Musical AU that @could-always-be-gayer came up with! They’ve given permission for me to write it, so, here we are! Highschool Musical was my childhood, so even though my insides are shaking as I’m about to upload this, I’m so excited to show you guys this! I hope you guys enjoy, and I definitely hope you enjoy it Bear! Thanks for making this possible!

The lights were beating down on Virgil. They seemed brighter than they ever had before. His heart pounded in his chest and his blood pumped quickly through his veins. The only thing that kept the audience from seeing his flushed face was the foundation that the makeup artists had practically painted over his face. He was a pale person, and it took almost a quarter of the bottle to keep him from looking washed out by the lights. But with how much he was sweating, he was certain that all of their hard work was going to be washed away.

But at this moment, he couldn’t care. Because his mouth was dry and he couldn’t breathe. His head was beginning to swim. He couldn’t remember his line. Logan’s monologue was coming to a close and he was doing so, so good, but then Virgil was going to ruin it all. He would open his eyes and then no sound would fall out of his mouth. He saw Patton glance at him and then turn his head slightly to look at him completely. His eyes widened slightly and Virgil was certain that his distress was plain on his face, or Patton was even better at reading people than he thought. Both were a possibility.

The floor was beginning to rock back and forth, just lightly. Was he swaying? He couldn’t tell. He tore his gaze from Patton and tried to bring himself back down to earth, but the cloak and the hood he was wearing made it hard to breathe. Had he fastened the cloak too tightly? Damn Roman! If he hadn’t tried to talk to him between acts, then he would’ve had time! Speaking of the drama queen, Virgil saw Patton just barely reach to the side. He was careful to make sure that the audience couldn’t see him poke his twin lightly in the side, not enough to jarr him but enough to catch his attention. His younger twin glanced at him in confusion and mouthed a quick, ‘What?!’ Patton pointed to Virgil, discreet as always, and that's when Virgil felt Roman’s eyes fall onto him. The worry he saw well in his eyes made Virgil want to vomit.

His head was pounding. The floor was swaying, even faster. He couldn’t breathe. He was sweating so much. He had to get this cloak off. He had to get off this stage. He had to stop this. How could he think that this was going to be okay? Why did he think for even a moment, that he could do this? Logan was saying his last few words, his powerful and booming. He was putting on such a good show and the audience was completely enthralled. His head felt like it was going to explode. His dad was in the audience. The floor was spinning. There wasn’t a gasp of air inside of his body. His dad was in the audience. Sweat was pouring down the sides of his face. His dad was in the audience and he was looking right at him.

Logan finished his monologue with a thunderous; “And what do you say, Lins?! Will you continue to put up this charade any longer?!” Then everyone’s eyes were on his. Everyone’s.

But all Virgil saw was the floor rushing up to meet him as he collapsed.

Four months earlier