Sanders Sides One Shots

Replaced

AU, so human-Sides.

No ship.

Expect confusion in the beginning.

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"I cannot believe you dragged me to that party," Patton remarked to Virgil, straightening his glasses. "It was awful."

Virgil laughed at his reaction. His friend had not only had alcohol spilled on him, but had a woman attempt to seduce him into a bedroom. "Oh come on, it wasn't that bad."

"Speak for yourself, Virge."

"It's Virgil," he frowned and turned around the corner on their way home. "Virge sounds too... angsty."

Patton shrugged and pulled out his phone, checking Google maps to make sure they were on the right path to his home. The house the party had been at wasn't in the best area of town, so neither friend had ever really been that direction. Especially on foot, and especially at night.

"Am I crashing at your house?" Virgil asked, fixing his hair. It wasn't really a question, though, and Patton knew that. Virgil's parents were extremely lenient with him due to how prodigious he was on their high school's football team, and if he didn't come home at night, they wouldn't care, so long as he shot them a text telling them he was alright.

They continued to walk in the direction of Patton's home until they came upon a street with no streetlights. "We are not walking that way."

"What?" Virgil turned to Patton. "What do you mean? Isn't it the fastest way home?"

Patton nodded. "Certainly, according to Maps, but we are not going to risk our lives going down a dark and potentially dangerous street."

Virgil rolled his eyes and grabbed Patton's wrist, dragging him down the street. "Come on, we'll be fast."

Yelping at the pull in a different direction than he had headed, Patton stumbled along behind Virgil leading the way. Patton was griping quietly as they hustled down the street, when they heard yelling. Their heads flicked to the other side of the road where a bigger man was being chased by two guys in black suits.

Turning the tables on Virgil, Patton grabbed his wrist and pulled the two of them behind a car, for where they kneeled and hid, watching fearfully as the men continued to pursue.

"Stop!" One of the men in suits called, both of them raising guns at the bigger guy. Out of seemingly nowhere, the man being chased produced a throwing knife, aiming it perfectly at one of his pursuers, causing him to go down.

Virgil looked at Patton, who looked back at him and shook his head. "Don't you dare."

"I have to help," Virgil whispered and then stood up, pushing back Patton's grabbing hands to stop him, and ran into the street to try and tackle the guy with the throwing knives. As far as he could tell, that guy was the bad guy.

Just as Virgil approached him from behind, the big guy must have heard his presence, because he was grabbed without the guy even turning around. With a gasp, Virgil was held tight in front of the big guy, a knife at his throat keeping him from running.

"Let him go!" The suited man still standing trained his gun on them, but wouldn't shoot with an innocent in the way.

The bigger guy kept his left arm around Virgil, still holding the knife close to his throat with his right. "Drop your gun, or I kill him."

"You kill him," the guy in the suit tried to remain calm, moving slowly closer. "I'll shoot you."

The guy with the knife shrugged. "Doesn't matter. You'll never be able to kill me before I take cover behind that car over there, where 'bravery' here..." he gestured to Virgil, "... has a friend hiding."