Sanders Sides One-shots

Catching Up (BROT4 - Poly)

Ship: BROT4 Poly

TW: Self harm.

Human AU where they're all in college and they're all brothers (obviously, it's BROT4).

Note and explanation/rant at the bottom!

He stared numbly at the sheet of paper in front of him. His stare was so blank, it was almost as if he was trying to see through it. His eyes were void of emotions but inside, chaos was erupting. Like a tornado had swept through his emotions, everything just swirled together.

Just like his feelings, his thoughts were in disarray as well. They weren't messy or running haywire. No, no. They were beyond that. In bold, red pen stated clearly in the top right corner of his test paper was '70/100'.

His lips were turned down in a grimace, horror slowly flooding his eyes at the same times as tears. He crumpled the paper up in frustration, throwing it angrily at the wall. He slammed his fists violently against his study desk before throwing himself onto his bed, burying his teary face into his pillow.

"When I finally thought I was improving too!" Virgil yelled at no one in particular, letting the words sink in.

His rage, frustration, disappointment and sadness were all taken out on anything he could reach for. He punched at the pillows, walls and mattress with his fist, not caring and not noticing the stinging of his fist that had opened several wounds and had blood trickling down them. He kept punching, his knuckles becoming raw and overwhelmed with a pain that did nothing to help Virgil's emotional state. He threw his pillow at the wall, his blanket next. They collided with an unsatisfying sound. Virgil stomped over to his closet. He began flinging around anything he could find. He even threw his backpack, which slammed against his lamp.

The lamp was hit with so much force, it fell to the floor, where the lightbulb shattered. The shards of glass lay on the floor along with any other parts of the lamp that weren't as fragile. The emotionally troubled trait searched around the room for something, anything that he could use to take out his frustrations on, but he found nothing.

No one was home at the time, so there was no noise to be heard except for the enraged, ragged breathing that had intervals where Virgil would try to take a deep breath and calm himself down, but to no avail.

Even though there were hardly any outside noises, Virgil couldn't focus on anything except the disapproving, scalding voices that he could barely identify as his brothers'. He knew that the voices weren't real, but he couldn't help but feel the tearing of his heart as he listened to their insults.

'You'll never catch up to us.'

'Your dream is wishful thinking.'

'Who are you to judge that you're improving?'

'How egotistical are you to think so?'

'You think you're doing better? Hah! Don't make me laugh!'

'What kind of delusional world are you living in?'

'Who do you think you are to try to stand on the same stage as us?'

'How dare you think you have enough power!'

'How dare you think about trying to surpass us!'

'Who do you think you are?!'

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! PLEASE! PLEASE! I beg of you...Just shu-" He choked on his sobs, unable to continue speaking.

But no matter how much he shouted, no matter how much he screamed, no matter how much he begged, no matter how much he cried, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't silence them.