Sanders Sides One Shots

Mad; Going, Going, Gone Pt3

Virgil's POV (I bet you thought he was dead)

When I opened my eyes, I was met with a blinding light. I was outside, lying on the cold, hard ground, and had a pounding headache. When my vision began to clear, I saw three figures standing above me. (A/N: L, P, and R have removed their armour now.)

One was wearing a light blue t-shirt with a cardigan of sorts wrapped around his shoulders. He looked slightly concerned, but also a bit sad. I thought if he was happy, he would smile the brightest.

The one next to him wore a black shirt with a blue and black tie. He looked cold and calculating, watching me warily, almost thinking of everything I could do from here. I curled up a little, to try and protect myself if need be.

The last one was wearing a white dress-like thing with gold linings and a red sash. He looked like a prince. And angry. At me. And that scared me a lot. I curled up more, ignoring the pain in my head, and tried to avoid looking at them. I lifted my tired arms, and they tensed. I looked at them slightly confused by their reaction before dragging myself to the closest wall to find security.

When they realised I was not trying to hurt them, though why they thought that, I've no idea, They relaxed a little, and the friendlier looking one slowly approached me. A voice told me I shouldn't trust them, and so I stated shaking in fear.

This caused him to frown, which immediately sent me straight into a panic attack. They were going to hurt me. I curled up tighter, hands over my head to protect it, and as my breathing went irregular, and I started shaking more violently, I felt warm hands touch my shoulder, and I flinched. But the strange man started whispering nice things to me. Something, the voice in my head told me, had never happened before. He held me close to his chest, so I could hear the steady rhythm of his heart, running his fingers through my hair, and slowly I began to calm down. Once I was breathing normally again, he pulled back, and immediately I missed the warmth and security I had felt. He slowly stood up, and returned to his spot between the two other weirdos.

The tie-guy looked confused, as if what had happened was totally not considered in his calculations, and I should have reacted far differently. The prince-dude also looked confused, but he still opened his mouth.

"Uh? What are you trying to do villain? Pretend to be your old self so you can kill us in our sleep?" He asked condescendingly.

"What?" I asked confused. "What do you mean 'Villain', and what do you mean by 'your old self'?" I had no idea what he was talking about. I'd never seen these guys before.

"You mean you don't know?" The blue-shirt guy asked.

"Know? Know what? I can tell you though, that as far as I know, I have no idea who any of you are, where we are, or what happened." I paused to take a breath. "What did happen? It looks like a bomb site here." I said, looking around and taking note of the decimated trees and destroyed ground.

"Interesting." Tie-guy said. "You don't remember. You did hit your head pretty hard, so that might be the causation."

"What am I supposed to remember?" I asked. I was still confused.

"Nothing!" blue shirt-guy called out, making everyone look at him. He called his two friends in to a tight circle to talk about something. Probably me. That made me anxious, and I curled up, only now noticing I had wings, but somehow, I could still hear them talking.

"This could be our chance to help him!" Blue-shirt guy said excitedly.

"I do not know if I trust him. He could be tricking us." Prince-dude said coldly.

"I doubt it. Hitting the front of your cranium with a hard force, may cause damage to the cerebral cortex, and more specifically, the prefrontal cortex, which can affect long-term memory. (A/N: Sorry if that's not how amnesia works) Thus, he could have forgotten who everyone is, including himself, but will be prone to his original behaviour." Tie-guy said.