Sanders Sides Oneshots

The Guy I Am So Kinda Into {Prinxiety}

Roman's POV

"What do you mean you 'suspected my resistance'?" I whisper-yell at the imaginary person in front of me.

"There was a good chance that you were going to change your mind, but I assure you that this is a good idea!" My squip, Janus, says.

"Mind controlling the entire cast to help you take over humanity is a good idea?!" I restate.

"Don't worry, there was a reason I had that popular girl, Jenna right, take the shoebox. A reason that helps you because I'm still here to get you what you want," He explains vaguely, making my blood run cold at the implications.

"Roman, there you are!" An all-too familiar voice says excitedly from behind me.

"Virgil..." Why does he have to look so freaking perfect?! "I'm so sorry about earlier, you were right I shouldn't hav-"

"You have nothing to apologize for," He assures me, but I just end up confused, "You were right Roman, this thing, this squip it makes everything so...easy. I went on stage and I wasn't scared, I remembered all my lines and everyone loved me!" He exclaims, looking happier than I've ever seen him.

I look over at Janus, "What the hell did you do to him?" I ask quietly, or think I guess since he's in my head.

"Why do you seem so upset?" He laughs, walking over and putting a hand that only I can see on Virgil's shoulder, "All I did was take away his fears, his insecurities, I made it so he wouldn't be scared to love you."

Before I can consider how messed up that sounds, Virgil starts walking towards me slowly, "You are the person I want to be with everyday, and this is something that I've been afraid to say," He sings quietly. He wraps his arms around my neck, "You're the guy I am so kinda into, the guy I am totally into. This feeling is new, I love you."

"That's your cue," Janus prompts, gesturing towards Virgil.

"He'll do whatever I want," I mumble.

"That's what I promised, isn't it?" Janus says.

Great. I lean in slightly, mainly to hide my face from Janus, "Drink this," I tell him, covertly passing the bottle of Mountain Dew Red to him. Without hesitation, he drinks the last of the discontinued beverage.

"Wait what," Janus says, noticing the now-empty bottle in Virgil's hand, "Roman, what did you do! This is going to ruin everything!!" He yells, his voice catching several times as he appears to glitch in anger or pain, or better yet, both.

"That was the point," I say, smiling proudly even as immense pain takes over.

I must end up passing out from it because the next thing I remember I'm waking up in a hospital, "Wassup mother ducker!!"

"What the hell Remus...?" I ask, sitting up and seeing him in the bed next to me.

"I could be asking you the same thing. Whatever you did got rid of my squip, and yours too judging by the looks of it," He comments.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, wondering how he can tell if he doesn't have one that can 'sense' mine or whatever.

"It means you don't look like a cool, confident person anymore," He answers bluntly.

"You aren't so charming yourself," I respond bitterly. Someone knocks on the door, and I can see through the small window that it's Virgil. He walks in after I notice him, "What are you doing here?"

"Well I just got discharged and figured we had some things to talk about," He explains, shifting on his feet.

"Ooh~" Remus teases, before I glare at him, "Okay fine but if I find you two screwing in the hospital room, I'll either scream or get some popcorn."

"REMUS!!" Me and Virgil both yell at the same time, turning bright red. He cackles maniacally and leaves the room, the back of his hospital gown open and showing way too much. At least Virgil had changed back into his own clothes before coming here.

"Soo...." I start awkwardly, not used to having no robot voice to tell me the perfect thing to say.

"So..." Virgil responds, sitting down on my hospital bed, "I uh, remember everything in case you were wondering."

"Does that mean you remember Janus saying all that stuff about just getting rid of your anxieties?" I ask, scared for the answer as I adjust to sit next to him.

"Yeah," He admits.

Welp, shoot, "And how true was that?" I question slowly.

"The part about my feelings being real and my fears being the thing getting in the way? A lot truer than I'd like to admit," He says.

"Really?" I mumble hopefully. He nods, avoiding eye contact, "Well, are you still scared to like me?"

"Depends," He replies.

"Well, what would your answer be if I told you that I like you back?" I ask him, really hoping for a yes.

"That would certainly help," He responds, looking up at me.

I lean closer to him, waiting for a reaction. He slowly leans in as well, tilting his head slightly as he glances down to my lips, but I'd be lying if I said that I didn't do the same. He nods imperceptibly and I close the gap between us, kissing him lovingly, not wanting to come off too strong. He tangles his hands in my hair and pulls me closer, so I figure it's okay for me to wrap my hands around his waist. We pull away after a minute, staying incredibly close to each other.

"Does this mean you want to be my boyfriend?" I ask, brushing my nose against his like the proud weirdo I am.

"Yeah," He mumbles.  

A/N: I know this isn't word for word how it goes, but I love BMC so when inspiration struck then oh well.