Virgil's room makes him feel things but it's not always bad.
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Virgil knows his room has effects, problems, whatever you want to call them. He's seen it on the others and through himself. He felt so, so guilty that he made the others feel in such a way, it was bad enough that he felt this way, he wouldn't wish it upon his worst enemy. So, of course, he banned all the others from entering his room, they were allowed to stay in the doorway if he was in a good mood but other than that no entry.
He is used to his room by now though, although his room can be unpredictable he can handle it most days.
Somedays his room is overpowering, saddening, depressing. His anxiety spreading and encompassing the room, darkening it and everyone and everything in it. It made him cry, a lot, and breakdown, and sometimes he'd just lie there, in darkness, alone, and wait for it to stop. And it stopped. Eventually.
Sometimes it is neutral, nothingness. Virgil is able to simply be, keep the anxiety at bay, inside of himself. These days he could function, he'd come out of the room when someone knocks, and the room lets him. It lets him be.
And then there was the better days. The days where the room is comfortable, soft, lighter. He feels safe and loved and good. The anxiety never disappearing but livable with. These days he can reason with himself, with the room. Days his room reminded him in small ways that he is loved and important. Those days are the best.
Yeah, he has a love hate relationship with his room.
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Sanders Sides One Shots
FanficA collection of one shots regarding the Sanders Sides. Prompts are always welcome.