Sanders Sides One-Shots

Scissors

Warnings: Angst, fighting, strict dad Patton, self-deprecation, self-hatred, no happy ending, violence, and ooc Virgil and Patton.

Ship(s): Platonic Moxiety

"Virgil, you're being ridiculous!" Patton said, casting a glare Virgil's way. The younger trait stared down at his dinner plate, which he had refused to eat, hands clenched under the table.

"I mean, first you stop Thomas from even wanting to get up this morning, then you make him have a panic attack in the middle of driving and almost make us crash, and now you won't tell us what's wrong!" Patton groaned, his voice possessing an almost venomous edge to it. Tears brimmed in Virgil's eyes and he quickly blinked them away, ignoring Patton and continuing to pick at his food.

"Virgil, look at me. Virgil- DON'T THROW SCISSORS!" Patton shrieked, backing up as Virgil threw a pair of scissors from off the table in his direction. His blood ran cold as he heard them thunk into the wall, sticking there. If those had hit him, who knows what would have happened. Patton was about to scold Virgil when the other man burst out of his chair, slamming Patton against the wall and glaring at him. He stalked over and planted his hands firmly on either side of Patton, leaving no room to escape.

"V-Virgil, I...P-Please don't...," Patton stammered, trembling with fear as the other aspect glared at him with anger. Virgil's hands shook and his heart jumped into his throat as he saw the absolute terror in the fatherly trait's eyes. This was his fault. Patton was just worried about him, and he attacked him with a pair of scissors, and now this. Virgil hung his head, shoulders jerking with soft sobs. He was a monster, wasn't he?

"Virgil...?Virgil, what's wrong?" Patton said softly, still trembling slightly but too worried for the dark trait in front of him to care about his fear. Of course, something was bothering Virgil. Why else would he be acting this way? Patton should have seen, should have known, and he should've helped him. It was his job to take care of all the others.

"Don't yell at me like I'm a fucking child," Virgil hissed, lifting up his head to reveal his tear stained face as he backed away from the bespectacled man. Patton gasped and reached out to brush the tears away, but Virgil spun around and sprinted up the stairs, running up to his room. Patton stared after him, lips quivering and his heart heavy. He'd failed Virgil.

Again.