Sanders Sides OneShots

Do It

TW: Death, Murder, Blood, Suicide, Self Hatred, Swearing, Crying, Insomnia, Gore, Depression, Cutting, Hanging, ODing, Shooting self, let me know if you need anything added!

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-(THIS IS A VERY DESCRIPTIVE STORY! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!)-

First victim: Patton

Annoying

Fake

Too happy

Too sad

Emotional bitch

"SHUT UP!" He yelled, covering his ears with shaky hands, attempting to block him out. Disgusting, Fat, Weird.

He couldn't take it anymore. It was too much. "stop" no.

He's tried everything. Therapy, pills, everything! Nothing was working!

The only option was right in front of him. It hung from his ceiling, swinging, taunting him. Telling him it was the right thing to do. it's the only way.

He grabbed the stool and stood above it. His instincts kicking in, but he fought them off, wrapping the rope around his neck. Do it.

and he kicked the stool out from under him, smiling.

Second victim: Virgil

You could have saved him

Freak

He cared for you and this is how you repay him?!

Asshole

Disgrace

Worthless

He was only a door away. You could have checked on him.

Too late.

Virgil kept his hands on his head, his breathing irregular. Sometimes he would smack his head, trying desperately to get him out of his head. "get out. get out. get out, get out, getoutgetoutgetoutgetout, GO AWAY!" His voice became distorted as he grabbed the blade.

disorder

He shakily put the medal against his skin. Smiling, laughing. He was finally happy.

Do it.

and he pushed, making a deep cut, making sure to get his veins.

Third victim: Roman

Narcissist

Emotional

Stupid

Rude

Egotistical

Ugly

He did it because of you

The names you called him

The pain you caused him

You.

"FUCK OFF" Roman yelled, gun beside him.

You deserve this

you don't deserve to live

Roman wipes his eyes dry, not wanting to believe that he was weak. But he was, and he knew he was. So he gave in. Grabbing the gun and loading it, he looked at the picture on his night stand. It was of his family. Patton, Virgil, Logan and Deceit. Happy.

He cocked the gun and pointed it to his head. He took one more glance at the picture and smiled. He won.

Do it.

and the trigger was pulled.

Fourth victim: Logan

Dumb

Joke

They don't need you

Stupid

They hate you

Weak

"leave me alone," He whispered, staring at the ground. He wasn't going to let him win. He wasn't going to do it.

Yet he had pills in his hands and a glass of water next to him.

They needed you, and you failed them.

Failure

His body started to shake, he wasn't going to lose. He was going to win.

He spilled a handful of pills into his palm and grabbed the water. He smiled, he won.

Do it.

he swallowed the pills and laid down.

Deceit was alone. He won.

He took the only family Deceit had.

So he gave up. He let him take control.

i always win.