Sanders' Sides Oneshots 2

Stuck (No Ship)

Warnings for depression and helplessness. I'm sorry I needed somewhere to vent please skip this if it'll bother you
This wasn't originally gonna have a happy ending but. Well, I gave it one anyways. And sorry if it doesn't make a whole bunch of sense, my feelings are confusing and I'm using this to vent so-

Virgil was stuck.

He had tried everything he could think of. He tried telling himself that he could do it it, he could make it. He would be fine, and he could get everything done that he needed to do.

Nothing worked. No matter how hard he tried, no matter what he told himself, he just couldn't drag himself out of bed. He wanted to. Or, more accurately, he knew he needed to. If he didn't get up he wouldn't get anything done, someone might yell at him for not doing his job, he was wasting time but he just couldn't do it.

He was stuck. Trapped. His body wouldn't move, he had no energy. Not even for simple things like eating, or getting dressed, even the smallest of actions were difficult. He couldn't even properly take care of himself, and he hated it. He hated feeling so stuck. He just wanted to move, to do what he needed to do, to feel okay again. He didn't even care if he felt happy or not, he just didn't want to feel so helpless and broken anymore.

At the very least he wished he could get some help. Nothing major, he just wanted someone to sit with him, someone to listen. He just wanted someone to be there for him, to help him and tell him he would be okay. He couldn't even get enough energy to talk to someone.

Virgil curled in on himself, tears falling down his cheeks and onto his pillow that was already soaked. He hated this, he hated it so much, all he wanted was someone to help him feel okay again. He just wanted to be okay.

There was a knock on the door. Someone was calling out to ask if it was okay to come in. He didn't answer, knowing that whoever it was would come in anyways to check on him if he didn't. He couldn't say anything anyways. The door creaked as someone peered in, he heard a gasp as someone noticed the state he was in, and then there was someone next to his bed.

"Virgil, what's wrong? Can you talk to us, please Virgil we're here for you..." Someone was rubbing comforting circles into his back, and Virgil finally glanced up. There wasn't just one person standing beside of him, there were three. Three worried faces, all there to make sure he was okay, all there for him. He let out a choked sob, leaning forward to throw his arms around the person who had been talking to him, Patton. Patton wasted no time hugging him back, and then the other two joined into the hug, all asking what was wrong and what they could do to help.

"I don't know..." Virgil finally spoke up, voice quiet and shaking. "I don't know, I just feel horrible, and nothing is helping..."

"Would talking about it help?" Logan suggested, frowning at him. "If you explained what might be troubling you, I could offer advice."

"And if you need someone to destroy your problems, then that is what I do best!" Roman grinned, and Virgil almost cracked a smile. Almost.

"Or, if you just need someone to sit with you and listen. That's also perfectly fine." Patton smiled assuringly at him, hugging him closer. Virgil did give a tiny, tiny smile at that, leaning into the hug.

"Thanks, guys..." he muttered, sniffling and wiping away some of his tears that were still falling. "But, I don't think I need any of those things... I kinda just, don't wanna be alone right now..."

"Then we'll stay here with you for as long as you need. We're here for you, Virge." Patton kissed the top of his head, still rubbing comforting circles into his back. The other two nodded, letting Virgil know that they all loved him and would do anything to be sure he was okay.

Virgil, for the first time that day, didn't feel like he would be stuck forever.

Before I start complaining just wanna let you all know that Tally Marks, my PolySanders/LAMP book, should be up soon. As soon as I find the motivation to finish the first chapter anyways. I'll let you all know here when I finally publish it.

Lmao yeah sorry I feel like shit

Anyone have any advice for how to make myself not feel like shit...? Anything would be appreciated. I've tried being sure I eat and drink, I don't really need to shower, and I've tried doing things that usually make me happy, it's just not working. Nothing is working.

Lmao sorry for coming here with this shit. My friend that I'd usually go to to talk about this stuff with has also been feeling bad.... and they just got to feeling better, and I'd hate to ruin that with my shit so y'know. Sorry. Also just know that you don't have to comment anything about me lmao I'll live.

God I just can't stop apologizing today can I? Well, I also need to apologize to friends or anyone else who's messaged me who I keep disappearing on today. I'm just, really sad okay I'm sorry

I wanna go back to sleep and not wake up for a while. I just, I can't handle all these stupid feelings.

Can I be a robot yet?

Anyways. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed this. Sorry it's sad, and sorry I'm sad. *your favorite Sanders side brings you a ring pop and reminds you that you're wonderful and you deserve to be happy* (I'm out of suggestions..) Take care of yourselves. Love you guys. Bye-Bob