Sanders Sides One-shots

Nightmare (no ship)

Hey guys! I did it! I finished it! I'll be honest, I didn't think I'd finish it in this bus trip for my excursion, but I did! I totally thought you guys would have to wait for a while but you didn't!

Thanks so much to Icantnamestuff for helping me out with this shot!

Once again, I'd like to mention that they are a non binary pal, do watch out for your pronoun use. They use they/them pronouns.

They helped me with knowing what it's like to have Acousticophobia. It saved me a lot of research!

Btw, italics is the nightmare plus the voice.

What each fear means is at the bottom as well as the note!

~VIRGIL POV~

I can feel the waves of fear rolling in. I can hear the whispers beginning to overpower what logic I have. I can feel the shivering settle in. I can feel my legs become numb.

But I know what I have to do. Even if the taunting tries to tie me down and slaughter my will, I have to make it. I have to get there. They can't hear the screaming that will escape my mouth soon.

So gripping onto the table like there is no tomorrow, I pushed myself up onto reluctant legs. They wobble and resist but I ignore their complaints. I can barely even lift up my feet but I'm able to shuffle forward without collapsing. Already drained, I want to fall down and give in to the whispers that encourage my fears. But this is for Thomas and the others. I can't have them in a frenzy; it would cause chaos.

I take in several shaky breaths and shuffle forward, occasionally changing my source of support. As I grip onto the dresser, I notice the door to my closet is right in front of me. I release a small sigh of relief but I don't stop because I don't want too celebrate too early.

Stretching over to the doorknob, my arms begin losing their feeling and I know time is almost up. Swiftly turning the knob, I let myself fall forward into the room. I knew I wouldn't get hurt because my closet is literally a padded cell. I'm about to let out another sigh of relief but I hear my doorknob knock against the wall.

My heart drops and then a weight is suddenly added to it. My heart feels like lead right now, weighing me down and not giving me enough energy to shut the door. I'm now aware of the blanket of silence over my room. My sense of sound perks up and even the smallest sound will trigger one of my major fears. A drop of sweat falls onto the padded ground and even though it's practically completely muffled, I cover my mouth as screams erupt from my mouth.

But this doesn't help. The screaming triggers even more fear. I hate yelling. I hate doing it and I especially hate receiving it. The moment I hear my yell, the fear levels spike up and I'm barely able to keep it from infiltrating Thomas' mind. It has already overtaken mine. I can't serve my purpose if I don't keep it from my host's. The constant presence of sound gives me a head-splitting headache. Thousands of needles piercing everywhere in my mind. The blurriness that clouds any cognitive thinking. All that's left is one thought: don't scream. So I'm left on the ground with my mouth opening and closing which no sound is coming out of, a wrenching pain in my chest appears and my hazel eyes flooded with tears. Acousticophobia. Fear one, triggered.

I'm so overwhelmed it takes me a while to register the whispers. The dreaded voices that fill my mind in each idle moment. The voices that degrade and discourage me. The numerous whispers that appear at different angle.