Sander Sides Oneshots And Stuff (REQUESTS ARE OPEN)

I'm here for you (Dukexity)

(This prompt is by the amazing Rooksbow. Thank you so much!

Prompt: Virgil is struggling with mental health issues, and the other sides are very judgemental. Remus tries to help by being chaotic.

Platonic and fluff at the end.

Tw: Cussing and mentions of self harm.

Enjoy!)

"Y'know what? Thomas doesn't need you, Anxiety! You don't even help, you just ruin stuff. Always! No-one needed to hear your opinion! So just, leave us ALONE, YOU WEIRDO!" Roman's powerful voice shouted, clearly directed at Virgil.

That was the final straw. Tears started pricking Virgil's eyes, while he tried to beat them back. He swiftly left the room, leaving the Light Sides and Thomas to watch him walk away.

This has happened before. Too many times. Roman would suggest that either the Sides or Thomas do something stupid, and Virgil, out of the kindness of his heart and the fact that he didn't want anyone to be embarrassed, tried to correct Roman.

It usually ended up in disaster, but not as badly as today.

Virgil ran up to his room and slammed the door tightly. He sat on the floor, curled up and furious.

Not at Roman, but at himself.

After all, what Roman had said was right.

Virgil really didn't help that much.

The other Sides had been silently agreeing. While they never said anything, Virgil could tell that they knew what Princey had said was true. Logan had been ignoring Virgil's opinion lately, and Patton... actually Patton hadn't changed his attitude much, only that he started to act like a father towards the Sides.

After every meeting and interaction with all the Sides, especially Roman, Virgil would run to his room and cry his dark grey eyes out until he had no tears left.

But today, Virgil didn't feel upset or sad.

He felt numb. He needed to feel something.

He couldn't tell Roman, that would be useless. Logan wouldn't understand, because he doesn't show emotions well.

He could tell Patton, but the guy already had so much stress on his mind that Virgil didn't want to bother him. He didn't need another thing on his mind.

He walked towards his drawer set and opened it.

The ornate penknife that Remus and Deciet had given him as a suprise gift glistened temptingly. He gently picked up the knife, twirled the mahogany wooden handle in his fingers, and resumed his earlier position.

This knife had got him out of some pretty nasty scrapes. Maybe it could get him out of this numbness.

Virgil looked at the silver blade longingly, when he heard the window to his room open with a scraping sound.

"Heya, Veebug." The Duke, in all his disgusting glory, plopped himself down on 'Veebug's bed, flashing his overly-creepy smile.

Virgil turned around.

"Ratty?"

"In the flesh. Long time no see?"

"Yeah. Look I'm really sorry that I lef-"

"Hey, it's ok."

"How's Deceit?"

"Oh, he's still snarky and snakey. The uzhe."

"I see."

The light reflecting off the knife caught Remus' eye.

"Whatcha planning on using that knife for?"

"Nonya."

"Nonya what?"

"Nonya business."

"Oh c'mon. I gotta know what my only brother wants to do with that knife!"

Silence.

"You consider me your brother?" Said Virgil, as Remus said, "Please don't be doing what I think you're doing."

"Yes, I do consider you my brother. You're way nicer and more fun than Roman, anyway." Virgil chuckled at the thought.

"Y'know, we've missed you."

"I've missed you too."

"Why don't you come back?"

"Thomas needs me." The Duke nodded in understanding.

"So, who hurt you, Vee?"

"What do you mean?"

"Vee, I've known you long enough to tell when you're upset. Who hurt you?"

"R-Roman." Virgil muttered under his breath, hoping that Remus didn't hear. He did.

"That son of a bitch." Remus pulled out his morningstar and swung it around.

"Okay Abbadon, ready to help me kill my brother?"

"Don't kill Roman!" Virgil chuckled lightly. Already he was cheering up.

"Aww cmon! It will be fun!"

"No."

"Let's burn down his castle."

"Nah."

"Vandalise his room."

"He likes his Dear Evan Hansen posters too much."

"I gotta agree, that's a good musical. As well as Beetlejuice."

Remus put Abbadon away.

"Coming back to something you said; if Roman's the son, wouldn't technically the bitch be one of your parents?"

"So?"

"It's your PARENTS."

"Don't care. They threw me out."

"Oh."

Silence again.

After a while, Remus piped up.

"Also Virgil?"

"Yeah?"

"Just know that I'm here for you. You can tell me everything."

"Really?"

"Yeah! That's what brothers are for, right?"

"Yeah."

And for the first time in a while, Virgil smiled.

(Hey! This maybe kind of trashy, but I am proud of it, which is what matters, right?

Anyway, thank you for the prompt, Rooksbow! Hope you enjoyed the oneshot!)