Sanders Sides x Reader (FINISHED)

(Virgil X Abused!Reader) You Didn't Pull Back?

(Art by me, also I'm sorry for not posting and I talked a lot in this chapter-)

"Who are you?" Reece snorted, a clear blast of fury was about to fume in his eyes. It was clear to me, I read him so easily.
Virgil laid back next to me on the tree, a smirk on his face. "It's always the same question. 'Who are you?' and 'What to you want?'" Virgil chuckled. It seems he was enjoying Reece's rage.
Reece stamped his foot and turned to me. "Who's this?" He asked.
"Virgil. Anxiety, inflexible." I shrugged. Virgil replied with a snarky "Ha ha."
I recoiled when I heard a loud dinging sound from Virgil's phone. "Relax, kitten, I just got a text," He shoved his--cracked--phone into his hoodie pocket. "Probably from Logic anyways."
From Logic? Wouldn't it be important if Logic were to text you? I don't know what goes on around his house so I guess I can't say.
Reece gave a hard sigh before being pulled to his next game. He'd been playing soccer this whole time at the park and I hadn't been paying any attention to him at all. He'll have to tell me about it later.
"Silent type?" Virgil asked, scooting closer to me. That same damned smirk on his face was there. This pretty boy mocks me in an indescribable way.
I didn't reply.
Anxiety rolled his deep, almond eyes and gave me a piece of paper. I analyzed it before looking at the side with actual numbers on it. It was a phone number? "If you aren't going to talk with me now, I guess that'll do." He explained.
I punched the number into my phone and sent him a text, hearing that now satisfying ding sound. I guess he didn't fool me with this one. And where in God's name did he get the paper from? What did he write his number with?
"Thanks, Angsty guy."
He raised an eyebrow. "She talks?"
I nodded, a bit miffed. "Yeah."

(TIME SKIP DUE TO AUTHOR-CHAN'S SUDDEN HEARTBURN, OW- QAQ)

Ding! That noise indicates that I have an unwanted text. Well, unwanted at the moment. My Dad was just passing by my door and I prayed that he hadn't heard it. Not that he would bother to check on me anyways. Yep, my door was nailed shut tight with locks from the outside. Plus my windows were locked and I didn't have a damned key.
Out of all things to leave with me, my Father left my phone? He knows I can call the cops right now, right? But I didn't. I don't know why, but I just... didn't want to. Maybe it's because that mentioned person drained whatever freedom or thought of freedom I had.
Alas, I reached for my phone. Before checking it, I stretched, hearing a pleasant popping sound when I did so.
"One new text from Angsty Cutie" it read.
Don't judge me, okay..? I know why you would. It just fit, the name I mean, okay? I checked the new message and read what it said with an intrigued feeling nudging me on.
"Hey kitten whats up?" I settled for replying with 'Nothing.'
"Lets hangout at the park later?" He types fast. Was he anxious or did he just have speedy fingies? 'Can't, even if I want to.'
"Alright, later."
I dropped the phone

(HEAAAARRRTTT BUURRRNNNN-)

'Can't call, sorry.' I texted anxiously, my hands shaking. He called me and I didn't want anyone to take away my phone. I had to be silent or else I'd really have it taken away and maybe go insane if I had no one but the man in the moon to talk to. But even sometimes he would go away, too.
"Can't call, can't leave your house? You have only been texting." I nodded my head, even though I knew he couldn't see me. 'Yeah, sorry.' I replied sheepishly.

(Poor Virge, he's so worried about you.)

"It's been eight days!" Virgil typed slower now. I didn't know why but I just assumed that it wasn't good. 'Sorry.'
It took him maybe a minute and a half before he finally replied. "What happened?" He asked. I choked. 'I'm just a little locked up at the moment.'
Virgil is typing... But there was a pause before he continued typing again. Maybe he was deleting his messages? That made sense, he was probably anxious or something. I'd rather not get into details... I should keep my thoughts to myself.
"Stay put." He wrote. A small smile was resting on my lips when I read that. 'Kinda hard not to stay locked up, so will do.'
I waited for him to reply later but the minutes turned into double digits and then a half hour. By then I'd already given up on texting to see if he was there. Maybe he fell asleep? No, he doesn't sleep much at all, usually stays up till about six or seven in the morning. He stays up that long and it's probably easy for him. But I wouldn't know how. Virgil doesn't eat much, drink much water, sleep much and yet he's healthy as a horse. It's... I don't want to say it's not fair or its weird but... I've been held captive in my room for so long. I haven't eaten or drank much which would--and does--make me pass out at any given time.

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I let my eyelids droop because I knew I would be useless against them. Fighting sleep wouldn't be easy so I probably wouldn't be able to stop it.
The fatigue rushed through me at a speeding rate. I waited for myself to collapse.
Just while my eyes were closing and everything was pretty much a blur, I heard something. It was dark, I could only see shapes. The withering in my vision didn't help any alongside darkness.
Something warm touched my hand. It wasn't warm, actually. But it felt warm to me. And that's most likely because I've been so cold these past few days. I think my Dad turned off the heat.
I'm okay, Virgil. Please pretend it's real, even though it fake. I can't fake like I'm happy. Not like this.
I'm sorry.

I couldn't move. The blackness pushed against me and my weak spots; everywhere. It tried to crush me and I was useless against it. What would be the worst to happen if I let it crunch and break against me? It was a gritty and painful feeling. With what little to no strength I had, I tried to push against it.

"When will she wake up?" I heard, a familiar voice.
Someone else was in the background but I couldn't hear anything but their calm voice. "Just give her time," the voice said.
"Who would do this?" Another asked, concern ripping through their tone.
One more, I could hear him better. "Uh, I told you there were villains, guys. I will l fight them off!" Or maybe I heard his ego better than anything.
I counted a few seconds in my head before I allowed my eyes to slowly open. This new room that I was in... it looked nothing like my room. Hence the question: Where the heck am I? Why is everything so dark? It looks like the emo God himself lived here! I tilted my head to the side, laying eyes on an anxious looking... Virgil?
"A-Anxiety?" I sputtered, followed by a weak chuckle. "You're sweating bullets! What happened?"
His head shot up and he snapped his overwrought glance at me. Anxiety sighed with relief, I assumed.
I checked behind him to see what those voices had been and saw some familiar people. Logic, Creativity, Morality. Alongside his Sides sat a very confused Thomas Sanders himself.
"To put it simply, you blacked out and Virgil broke through your window--" Logic was interrupted by the Creative Side.
"To save her!" Roman objected. "The first noble act he's done, by the way." Yeah, I definitely heard his ego.
Virgil gave me a small smile before turning around to face the Sides. "Leave now," Patton looked hurt, having Anxiety change his choice of tone. "Please?"
They all nodded, leaving with low whispers that I could only wish of hearing.
Virgil turned back around to face me with the same soft smile he gave me about four seconds ago. "You slept solid, princess. Eighteen hours?" He mentally counted in his head.
I gave a puzzled expression, shocked even. I was not sleeping that long. "Eighteen? That's more than you've ever slept in your life."
"Haha," Virgil said bluntly, taking my chin in his hand so that I'd look at him, not that I wasn't. "I'm glad you noticed."
We both paused. I was about to open my mouth, but the lights turned off. I whimpered  instead. Something smooth smashed against my lips and I'm pretty sure I began to blush a tremendous amount. Whoever kissed me flicked the lights back on once they broke the kiss.
"You didn't pull back?" Virgil asked, dazed.
I looked down again. "I guess I didn't..."
He sat down next to me on his bed and I sat up, still looking down, frowning upon myself. I probably did something wrong. But Virgil softly held my chin again in his warm hand, pulling my face to his and I gave him a small peck on the lips.
He looked very surprised.
I attacked him with a hug. "Thanks for saving me."
"It was the least I could do." He responded.
I chuckled, pulling back to look at him. "I love ya for that."
"I loved you before that."  He said.