Sanders Sides Roman Angst One Shots

Urges

Platonic Prinxiety

TW: Thoughts Of Self-harm, Glorifying Self-harm, Self-harm, Self Hatred, Swearing (if I missed any please tell me)

Roman new it was a bad idea.
He knew it wouldn't help for long.
He knew it was dangerous.
But that didn't stop the thoughts of doing it.

"Roman, You in there buddy?" A familiar voice asked, belonging to the Emo Nightmare that was his best friend.

"Oh yeah sorry, Just kinda spaced out" Roman replied coming back to reality

"You looked like you were about to cry-" Virgil stated. Did he really? What if Virgil found out, what if he judged him, what if he wouldn't be his friend anymore, what if-

"Princey?"

"Hmm-" Fuck- he'd spaced out again-

"You keep spacing out. You sure you're alright?" The concerned Emo asked

"Yeah, just got some stuff on my mind." Roman said.

"Okay, if you wanna talk I'm always here for you" Virgil replied. Roman thought- no he knew Virgil didn't actually care.

"Now where were we" he says turning to the TV

Time skip Brought to you by my shitty writing *Jazz Hands*

Roman was in his room. Alone.
He'd been trying to distract himself from the thoughts, but they just kept creeping into his mind.

Do it, it'll make it all feel better

He knew that, but he knew it wouldn't last long.

Do it, show them how much you really hurt

He knew they wouldn't care if Roman did it, he knew they wouldn't care if he was hurt.

Do it, and I'll maybe shut up for a little while

That's all Roman wants, for the urges to stop, for the thoughts to leave

Do it, you worthless piece of shit

Roman summoned a golden handle knife with a rose at the end of said golden handle

He twirled the dagger in his hands for a little before bringing it down to the back of his wrist.

He let tears fall down his face, he pushed the knife into his skin and watch the blood drip down his arm.

"Roman!?" The same voice from earlier called
Roman heard Virgil's foots steps as he ran over to him

"Roman!? Are you okay? Can you hear me? Oh my fuck that's alot of blood." Virgil exclaimed. he sat facing Roman hoping he'd respond

"Sorry.."

"No apologizing." He stated "Am I alright to touch you?" Roman nodded in response.

Virgil hugged Roman tightly and removed the knife from his hand.

"Do you wanna talk about it or just chill out to distract you from whatevers going on in your brain?" Virgil asked, summoning bandages.

"Can we just chill out for a bit" Roman said, as Virgil started bandaging his arm

"Of course, but if you get the same urges please come talk to me, okay?" Virgil responded calmly

"Okay, I'll try to."

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Sorry it was kinda short qvq

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