Sanders Sides One-shots

Wrong Number (OTP - Prinxiety)

Ship: Prinxiety

TW: Suicidal thoughts.

Okay, I know I said I wouldn't be able to update for a while. But I felt bad that you guys would have to wait so long. So I really risked it, making this shot, because I have a lot of homework that needs to be done.

Anyways, note is at the bottom!

Virgil just wanted to give up. He just wanted to let go. He was sick of it. He hated it. 

He didn't understand why he was so useless. 

He didn't understand why he was so imperfect.

He didn't understand why he was so bad at everything.

He didn't understand why he was so stupid.

He didn't understand why he couldn't do anything right.

He didn't understand why he was so replaceable.

He didn't understand. And he didn't want to try anymore. 

He was finally going to do it. He finally had the strength to do it. He finally was able to muster up the courage to do it. He could finally face the tall building. 

He would finally be able to shut down the thing he hated most about himself; the fact that he was still living and breathing.

But before he could do it, he would say text goodbye to his mother and father. He'd recently moved out, so he couldn't tell them face to face. Well, it wasn't like they'd care anyways, but they should know anyways. 

He had been given a new phone for when he moved out as well, so his phone didn't have their number. Going to the number pad, he punched it in. 

He sent a text. He didn't want to listen to their voices. He didn't want to hear their answers. Texting would let him ignore what their reply was.

V: Hey mom, dad. Sorry. I can't do it anymore. Maybe I'll see you on the other side. ~V

His parents were almost never on their phone, so he didn't expect a text back. At least not until after he died. But when he heard a text notification go off, he almost stumbled over one of the stairs. 

Anon. No: Apologies. I believe you have the wrong number. But please don't do what I think you're doing. Please, just talk to me for a bit. I want to help. And before you say no, you're about to suicide, what else do you have to lose with talking to me?

Looking at the number he typed in, Virgil finally noticed that he had accidentally mistyped one of the numbers. Mulling over if he should reply, he thought about how the stranger had a point. He had nothing to lose. At least not anymore.

V: There's not much to talk about. I'm gonna remove a pest from the earth. That's it.

Anon. No: I disagree. You don't truly want to die. You just want to stop the voices in your head that tell you to hate yourself. I can tell you're very kind. You are about to kill yourself, yet you still decided to text your parents. Even though you feel like giving up, you still go out of your way to apologise and say goodbye to your parents. That's incredibly unselfish. That makes you different from a lot of people in the world.

Wow, this person types pretty fast. 

V: That's nothing special.

Anon. No: Give me time and I'll find out the ways that make you different. I'll let you feel special. I can show you the good in this world. Just let me try. If I can't help, or if I give up, I won't stop you from doing what you want. I won't have that right. So, will you take my hand and let me help?