Sanders Sides Oneshots

Bring Me To Life (Prinxiety)

(Based on the song by Evanescence.) Swipe for song at top.

Trigger warning: mentions of anxiety attack, injuries, and overall angst

Prinxiety.

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My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold

Until you find it there, and lead it back home 

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"Virgil?" Roman called. No one had seen the Anxious side all day, and Roman was worried, which led to the decision to check on Virgil

"Virgil?" he asked again, knocking on the side's door. No answer. He didn't want to violate the other's space, but he wanted to make sure Anxiety was okay. He slowly opened the door, looking inside the room to find . . . no one.

He was about to walk out of the room when he heard a soft, faint thump. He cautiously walked towards the source of the sound, which was ironically the closet.

"Who's there?"

Once again, no answer.

He placed a hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, then swung the door open. Roman gasped in shock as Virgil's limp body fell to the floor in front of the creative side. He knelt down next to Anxiety and gently picked up his head, resting it on his lap to elevate it. Virgil's face was contorted in a look of terror that broke Roman's heart. The creative side checked the other's pulse, breathing out a sigh of relief when he felt a soft thumping under his fingers.

But he was full of questions. What happened to Virgil? How could he be helped?

Roman stared at the side's pale face. He reached out and brushed the other's bangs, then stared in surprise at the small mark on his forehead. It was a little black line, faint but noticable now that his bangs didn't cover it. Roman's fingertips brushed it, and his eyes widened as he felt himself being transported.

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Don't let me die here

Bring me to life 

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Roman opened his eyes, staring at a swirling black and deep purple sky. Everything around him couldn't seem to stay still; the area spun like a tornado.

The creative side felt a headache growing from the chaos around him, but he put his pain out of his mind. He needed to find Virgil and help him.

He stood, holding his arms out to steady himself, feeling as if he was standing on a tightrope. But he kept moving, step by slow, agonizing step.

As he passed the different scenery, he realized he knew where he was. Each side had an area where they put bad things, things like memories they'd rather have Thomas forget, the worst thoughts. It was a cache of some sort, and each was different. This was Virgil's.

Roman winced as he passed a memory of Thomas curled on his bed, tears streaming down his face. He seen a collection of Thomas' bad thoughts, and though he tried to shield his eyes from reading them, he still managed to see a few. These thoughts didn't mix with his creativity, and he felt himself being weakened by them. He limped, his skin pale. He was extremely tired, but he needed to keep going.

He trudged through the area, weakened by every step he took. Finally, he seen shape laying on the ground, his eyes wide with fear, his body twitching.