Other Sanders Sides One Shots

Important

[Written January 21, 2018]

A/N: This is the start of a verse that I never finished! There's a few fics after this but if you hold on for happy endings, don't. I never got there.

Genre: Virgil angst; Angst with no happy ending

Word count: 599

Tws: Fighting, Princey anger, mentioned panic attack, sort of self hate?

Virgil was never going to reveal his name.

He promised himself that, his bare feet pressed against the cold tile, his tear soaked eyes staring back at him in the mirror, his hoodie drowning him in material, as Roman and Logan argued downstairs. Roman was growing progressively louder, shouting things like "we don't need him" and "when was the last time he did anything good?" Logan, to his credit, was trying to refute these claims, but even he couldn't always come up with an argument.

Because he's right. You're the villain.

He squeezed his eyes shut and gently shook his head. No.

He swallowed and steeled his gaze. He grit his teeth. He clenched his fists. "You help Thomas," he grinded out. "You're important. They'd be a mess without you."

He didn't really believe it. Not when Roman's voice reverberated so clearly throughout the house.

He shook his head. He couldn't do this with Roman yelling so loud. He left his ensuite and padded out of his room, stopping when he noticed Patton lingering nervously in the hall.

His eyes widened when he saw Virgil. "H-hey, kiddo... Whatcha doing?"

Virgil didn't answer, slipping past him and bounding down the stairs. Patton rushed to follow.

"Can you stop yelling?" Virgil crossed his arms over his chest as Logan and Roman looked at him in surprise. "God, you're so dramatic."

Roman looked appalled. "Me?! You're one to talk, Mr. Panic at every inconvenient moment!"

He rolled his eyes. "You're just upset because Thomas lost a potential boyfriend. Can't you just get over it and go to sleep? It wasn't going to work out anyway."

Logan grabbed Roman's arm as he tried to storm forward, pointing at Virgil threateningly. "You, Anxiety, are a nuisance. He could have been a perfect suitor if you hadn't scared him off!"

"If this boy really abandons Thomas because he had a panic attack, is that a guy you want him to date? Really?" Sometimes Virgil couldn't understand how little Roman thought things through.

"He does have a point," Logan said, "that is quite unreliable behavior, not an ideal trait in a boyfriend."

"Maybe we should all just go to bed," Patton said nervously. "Come on, no need to fight."

"I just came down to get Princey to stop yelling." Virgil pursed his lips. "It's impossible to sleep."

"Anxiety," Patton said, not looking at him, "why don't you head upstairs? We can handle this."

He blinked. "But he's yelling about me. Shouldn't I be apart of this?"

"Well, I'm not sure that's necessary." Logan looked at him, and then at Roman, who was still heaving with anger. "In fact, I think the situation could be appeased better without your presence."

Logan faltered as his words caught up with him. He opened his mouth to say- To say something, Virgil didn't know, he just whipped around and stormed back up the stairs. Nobody called after him, not even to apologize.

Not needed not needed you're not needed.

He slammed his bedroom door shut and stormed over to his mirror. He gripped the bathroom counter hard enough for his fingers to crack, leaning in and glaring at himself.

"You're important," he snapped, his chest heaving with dry sobs. "You're important, you're needed, they need you, you deserve to be here." He slammed his fist against the counter and threw himself away, vibrating with anger.

As much as he wanted, needed, to duck out, he wouldn't. He refused. The others could say what they want. He knew he was important.

He wouldn't give in just because they wanted him to.