Sander sides one shots

Prinxiety - Obsession.

Warning: Gore, death and blood. What do you except? It's a yandere au.

Yandere! Prinxiety au requested by IputthePANinPANic.

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Maybe he was just going crazy.
Maybe he was overthinking.
Maybe he was being dramatic.

But lately, he couldn't shake the feeling of being constantly monitored. Like people were always watching him. It wasn't like, he was always paranoid about that since he was a young. But he hadn't registered it as feeling this real before. Perhaps he was just more on guard since his anxiety medication had been topped up in a while because his therapist, Emile Picani, had gone missing.

Since that was the case, he was in dire need of a distraction. However his friends weren't answering his calls and texts so he was spending a lot of his time with his roommates, Logan and Patton, when he could. Although, as great as they were, sometimes he needed to take a break from them and just find a random nook of the house so he could listen to his music for the sake of his own sanity.

"Hey guys, I'm going to go down to the basement."

"Ok, kiddo! We'll call you up for dinner in thirty minutes."

Virgil nodded absentmindedly. He opened the basement door, revealing a flight of stairs that he always forgot about. He sighed before beginning to walk down. With every step, the stairs creaked erriely and it made Virgil tense. The basement kinda creeped him out but it was probably fine. As he stepped off the last step, Virgil noticed a light under the basement door, revealing a pair of boots.

He stopped dead in his own tracks, terror and reconsideration bubbling through his body. His breathing speed up, heart pounding against his chest. Curiousty filling his soul, he felt a sudden compulsion to keep walking, an uncomfortable tugging on his chest pulling him to take another step closer. One foot followed after another, slowly shrinking back a bit as he begun to cower more and more.

The hallway seemed to stretch longer and longer as he contiuned to walk further through. Hesitantly, he softly took a step forward, only his foot to brush against something plastic. Virgil immediately looked down. On the floor by his foot were a pair of busted up black sunglasses that seemed strangely a bit familiar to him. "What the..." He trailed off, bending down and picking the black sunglasses off the floor.

The dark lenses were very cracked and scratched up, there was very clearly a struggle of sorts involved in how they got there. He glanced back down the narrow corridor, seeing the shadows of boot prints from underneath the door. Turning to look over his shoulder, he stared at the stairs he had come down, knowing he could turn around at any moment if he wished to.

His gaze shifted back to the shades in his hands. He tightened his fist around them before letting his hand fall in his jacket pocket, softly continuing his way down the hall. As he reached the door, he held his breath. Hesistately he wrapped his shaking hand around the door handle, a loud creak echoing through the hall as he pulled it open. His eyes widened in terror.

Blood was completely splattered across the wood, painting the small tight space a spine chilling bright red. Four barely recognizable corpses lay against the floor. Leaning against the wall was a lifeless Remus, covered in cuts and wounds and surrounded by blood. Remus's mouth had pulled and stretched tightly and tied to his ear lobe, leaving his bloody gums and his remaining teeth on full display.

The rest were sprinkled around him in a satanic manner and his limbs were bent in a way they shouldn't. There was a large bullet in the back of his throat and the gun it had been presumably shot from had been shoved into the huge open wound in his chest. Across his lap was Dee, beanie ripped up and shoved down his throat, bones in a similar unrealistic postion like Remus.

There was a large burn mark on the side of his face that made Virgil wince. Several scars were littered across his skin but the most potentient was the one on his neck, still bleeding out. While both these corpses seemingly had gruesome deaths in their own right, the other two corpses in the small room were covered in much more blood and looked much more recent.

Propped up in the corner of the room was Emile, chest completely spilt in two. Around his neck was a noose, tied loosely around his neck but there were rope marks engraved into his skin. Blood seemed to seep out from every part of his body, cuts and bites covered every inch of his body, it was if he had been attacked by a tiger. His glasses were cracked, glass shattered across his forehead.

A familiar head had been tossed by Emile's feet which Virgil wouldn't have recognized had it not been laying on a signature leather jacket that Virgil was all too familiar with. Behind the door was Remy's torso, arms and legs thrown who knows where. However there was a very suspicious blood trail leading to the woodchirper in the corner.

In Virgil's shock and horror, he didn't hear footsteps approaching and only remembered the other person in the room when they wrapped their arms around his waist like he was a fragile piece of China. "Hello, my dear princess~" A deep groggy voice whispered softly into Virgil's ear, making him tense up against them. He recognized that voice. "You weren't supposed to see this, darling."

Oh no.

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926 words.

Does this mean I might contiune Unhealthy again? Maybe. We'll see.

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