Sanders Sides One-shots

7/11 (BROTP - Moxiety) [2/3]

Ship: Moxiety (even though there isn't even that much)

TW: Implied suicidal thoughts. Oh, plus angst.

I tried my hand at angst. No way am I making a fluffy ending for this, haha.

Strangely enough, even though part 1 of this was probably one of my worst works (in my opinion), a part 2 was requested. So here we are!

Previously...

Just then, the Heathers DVD that they had been watching got to the part where Thomas began singing Freeze Your Brain.

And it struck them.

"Oh no..."

BRING ON THE ANGST!

Logan and Roman looked at each other with dread in their eyes. They could feel the cold sweat beginning to form as they sped towards Virgil's room. They were going so fast, they almost collided with the door. 

In his panic-stricken state, Roman pounded his fist against the door, not even noticing the strike of pain that accompanied him each time he hit the door. It was only after he felt the blood trickling down his knuckles that he stopped. He stepped back until his back hit the wall and he slumped against the wall in defeat, his head tilted down as his bangs covered the guilt-filled eyes. He was meant to be the prince. He was meant to be the one who overcame the obstacles, so how could he allow himself to be overcome by rage? He was becoming the one thing he fought against; a villain. 

Logan tried to go for a more logical of lock-picking. He had a fundamental understanding of how locks worked and applying skills weren't difficult for him. But the moment his lock-picking set inserted itself into the lock, it became infected with a black mist and crumbled away... He'd read about this before, but he'd never seen it occur before his eyes.

'In times of extreme negative emotion, a persona's room absorbs, reflects and magnifies the true pleas and thoughts of said persona.'

He looked horrified at the black remnants which covered the tips of this fingers.

"It faded... Virgil's true wishes are to fade..." Logan chuckled bitterly as he stared at the crumbly pieces. 

In the two traits' despair, they didn't notice Patton racing down the corridor until they heard the door creak open with ease.

"Thanks Dad." A pale hand reached out from the depths of the now pitch-black room, grasping onto the cup filled with slush. Virgil placed the straw in his mouth, drinking up enough to grimace in pain. The three traits noticed the slight thinning of the darkness. The brain freezing must have been working. Whilst continuing to freeze his brain, he pushed the door slightly more ajar, allowing Patton to go in.

And then, it closed. Logan and Roman realised it would never open again. At least... not for them. 

Yup, that's all you get.

Sorry, I know I missed the deadline. I had to edit some stuff for a History Assignment. Blegh. Plus I had no idea where I was gonna actually gonna take this. I wasn't intending on making a part 2, but it was requested so I had to figure out SOMETHING.

Please leave requests if you have them!

I'll try my best to update tomorrow, but I doubt I'll make it. 

Anyways, did you like it? Hope you did. Cause I don't, haha.

Till next time!

~Corynn