Sanders Sides Oneshots

Whumptober day 5 (poisoned)

Q: If you were stuck in a scary movie, which one would you want to be in?

(No pairing)

The prince sighed as he waited for his lunch to be served. He sat in between his brothers who chatted happily with each other whilst their younger brother played with a poppet their mother had made for him. "Have you given your poppet a name little brother?" Roman asked curiously. His little brother looked up at him and grinned. "Yes!" He claimed.

"He's a strong knight just like you, he's Roman number two!" He exclaimed and hugged the poppet to his chest."Oh my, there's two." Roman's brother, Virgil, gasped in mock shock and chuckled when Roman glared at him. "You wound me brother." He feigned a hurt expression and clutched at his chest, as he did so a servant arrived with a glass of wine and set it beside the prince who gave him a silent thanks before he left. "Is that juice?" Roman's little brother, Patton, asked curiously as he bounded towards him. "Oh no, it's a drink only adults can have." Roman explained.

"Aww..." Patton pouted and looked at his poppet. "Can Roman two drink some?" He asked. Their other brother, Logan, who sat silently beside Roman sighed and closed his book. "I don't think Roman two would enjoy it." He stated. "He wouldn't?" Patton gasped and protectively clutched the doll tighter against his chest.

Logan smiled and shook his head. "Come sit, I'm sure you'll be able to have some cider if you behave yourself." He patted the seat next to him. Patton beamed and hurried scrambled to his seat, Roman chuckled and lifted his glass to his lips, he took a long swig and set it back down. He nearly grimaced at the odd taste, sure it had been a while since he had wine but it wasn't that long, but he shrugged it off and waited until his parents arrived.

The dinner went by smoothly, the royal family ate and chatted with each other, Patton had told his parents of the many adventures he had with his poppet. Logan talked about his book, Roman adored the way his eyes lit up when he spoke. Virgil told his parents how the gardens were doing, he also adored the outdoors, of course he always stayed under a shade, but he enjoyed it nonetheless.

As time passed Roman began to feel dizzy, he glanced over at a window, the sun was just beginning to set. Perhaps he was still exhausted from his training he had earlier in the morning. Or perhaps he had too much to drink, he had just downed his third glass of the odd tasting wine, the same servant came and just kept on refilling it each time it got empty.

"Roman?" Virgil bumped his shoulder with his. "Oh! Yes?" He shook his head and turned to face his father who gave him a worried look. "Are you well?" The king asked. "I'm sorry, I'm just a little tired from this morning. Excuse me." Roman cleared his throat and stood up, but as soon as he did so there was a sudden sharp pain in his stomach. He doubled over and gritted his teeth as the pain worsened, tears pricked at the corners of his eyes and in an instant Logan and Virgil were at his side grasping onto his shoulder. "Brother!? What is it? What's wrong?" Logan asked anxiously and looked him over not dismissing how sweaty and clammy the prince had gotten.

Virgil swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes wide with fear. "Has he eaten something that has gone bad?" He questioned. "That would be impossible, the food is always served fresh out of the kitchen, and the servants always check it." Logan explained. Patton whimpered and clung to his mother, but he gasped when his brother's fallen glass of wine rolled to the edge. "His drink!" He shouted.

Logan and Virgil faced their youngest brother. "You said the drink wouldn't be good for Roman two, maybe it wasn't good for big brother Roman either." He exclaimed with tears of his own. Roman moaned in pain and fell to the ground, he curled in on himself, a jumble of voices called his name. Hands grasped at him, his vision worsened and all he saw were blurry figures and different colors.

But there was one thing that kept him at bay. And that was a small hand, holding his own as he drifted off into a painful unconsciousness.