Sanders Sides Oneshots and Short Stories

I was serious, you know.

I was serious, you know.

About not reading any further.

Think of this book as a cliff, and below is a wide, yawning canyon full of sharp rocks. Every word you read, it pushes you closer to the edge. Every word beings you closer to my fate.

But oh, you didn't listen cause you think you're safe in the comfort of your bedroom. Well you aren't. And now you're going to pay for it.

Fine. Suffer if you wish.

It's not my fault anyway. You're already free-falling into the abyss, tumbling head-over-heels, spinning wildly the likes of a windblown autumn leaf.

Nice to meet you, idiot.

My name is Virgil Black, and I'm trapped here.

Wanna get an idea of what I look like? Cross your arms. Go ahead, cross 'em. Now smile. Your widest smile, almost a crazed grin. Perfect. Imagine a few scars, tracing down your cheeks and curving over your shoulder.

There. That's what I look like. I'm smiling because the book doesn't like it when I smile, and I'm covered in scars because I've tried too hard to escape these bars of ink and paper.

I'd tell you again to stop reading, but I know you'll just disregard any warnings I give you. Oh well. Your loss.

Before you set us off on an irreversible dollar coaster ride of shit, I need to tell you a secret...

... the more you read, the more I know about you.

Sounds insane, right? You probably think I'm a creep. Well. It's true. I know that you're curious, and that your blood is red.

You might think that doesn't matter, but you'll realize soon enough that its a trap. Eventually, I'll even learn your name. It starts with "R", I think.

Since you're so stubborn, I better go back to the beginning.

The beginning of my story, and how this all came to be.