Sander Sides Oneshots

Cold Cars and Snowy Nights (Prinxiety)

AU: Human
Triggers: Slight mention of depression, Swearing

Virgil was cold. His roommate, Logan, had left the keys in the car for air conditioning, but it did nearly nothing. Virgil pulled the worn dark blue blanket closer around his shivering form. Outside the car windows he could see snow glittering in the parking lot lamps. He rested his head on the seat again. It would only be a few more minutes until Logan was back with the medicine. Medicine to help anxiety, medicine for depression, medicine for sickness, medicine for sleep.

Roman was hanging next to the store, on the side wall with his friend Patton. He scanned the few cars in the parking lot. One he could see no one but keys sitting the the ignition. Roman elbowed Patton.
"Bet you I can steal that car for one day then return." Roman said grinning like a two year old.
Patton frowned. "That's illegal."
Roman smiled. "So?"
He smirked and ran across the parking lot to the car.

The car beeped. It wasn't Logan. Logan  would had rapped the window three times. Virgil pulled the blanket to cover his body. In. Out. In. Out. It was too fast. The door shut, hard. Loud. The car clicked as the stranger put it in Drive. the engine went. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
That wouldn't work. Virgil was going to die. Only eighteen, Logan would be questioned about having a roommate murdered at only twenty. He would never become a scientist or astronomer or whatever the fuck he wanted to be.

Roman smiled. It was too easy. He looked over to Patton, but just got a scowl. Roman drove out of the parking lot onto the road. Half-way to his home, he heard something. A sob. Roman turned around.
"Hello?"

Shit, shit, shit. A sob had escaped. He couldn't hide any longer. He felt the blanket pull away from his face. There was another guy, about a year older than himself dressed in a blindingly white shirt and red scarf. Virgil let out a small hiccup and covered his mouth. Great move there.
"Fuck." The other guy cursed.
Virgil sat up slowly and looked at the doors. They were all locked. They were in a empty drive-through. What could he do?

Logan walked out of the store, carrying Virgil's medicine. He was lucky it was still open. He scanned the parking lot. His car wasn't there. Logan mentally kicked himself. Never leave keys in a vehicle, no matter the circumstances! It was that obvious. He shifted the bag to his other hand and pulled out his phone. He pressed in the emergency numbers of 9-1-1 and held it to his ear.

Roman looked at the guy in the backseat, who looked a bit younger than him. Black and purple coat, all-black clothing, deathly pale, and was that freckles? He turned around and breathed. Back to the parking lot. It took ten minutes of silence, but they got there. The place was filled with flashing red and blue lights. Roman exited the car and ran for the woods. Goodbye to today.

Virgil shivered. The stranger had left the car, and only the memory of his too-bright shirt and bright red scarf remained. He heard yelling. Virgil shrank smaller. He had no idea where he was. In. Out. In. Out. Someone rapped on the window three times, Logan.

Logan saw the car pull into the parking lot. The glint of white as they ran off. The police around me yelled about following him, but one stayed with me as I crept to the car. Tap, tap tap. I open the car and see Virgil. I let out a smile and he barely looked at me. It was over now.

A/N- What the fuck was that?