Sanders Sides Oneshots

Bring Yourself to Do It.

Word Count: 647 words;

Trigger Warnings: Mention of someone suffering, feeling helpless, a bit of angst;

If there's more I missed, warn me

Hope you all have good days, and that you enjoy the angst-

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Roman listened to the being behind the door, with a feeling inside him that he couldn't describe to no one, because it was so uncharacteristic of himself that nobody would even believe he felt that way.

He wanted to step in, and help the person behind that door. He is needing his help. But what would he even offer to him? How would he approach him? He didn't know what to do.

In these situations, he wanted to call Patton. He'd know what to do, right? He knows how to deal with feelings, he could help him. Yes, he needs to get Patton.

But he soon realized that he couldn't move. He couldn't bring himself to go away from that person, even if it would change nothing if he went or not.

A tear came to his eye. He was supposed to be the Prince. He is the one that saves damsels in distress, and yet, when your friend is the most distressed person in the world, he couldn't bring himself to try and help.

He feared that he could make him feel worse. He feared that the person would hate him if he came in. He feared that he would not be able to help the person because he didn't know what to do.

He couldn't bring his own, stupid, self to go ahead and try, even if it would change nothing.

His own incompetence was eating him alive, and it hurt. But he couldn't bring himself to change this about himself, because he just thought that he wasn't good enough for him. Wasn't good enough for them.

He just realized he was silently crying when he brought his hand to his cheek. He just let them roll, to not be noticed by no one-

He also realized that the person also stopped crying.

Now he didn't need to step up.

It was always like this. Whenever he heard someone crying, he couldn't step up until it was too late, and they're better.

Or worse, he went in and tried to make it better without achieving nothing, because he never knew what to do.

He heard the person get up. Roman needed to go now. He went to his room and closed the door, wanting to lock himself in there for the eternity.

His room was a big palace, in his imaginary world, where he's the loved prince, and he can always save whoever needs to be saved. Here, he was Princey. The brave guy who always knew what to do in every given situation.

The perfect world, in his opinion.

He looked at all or the things he had. Trophies, accessories from princes and princesses, and the impaled head of the Great Dragon Witch.

Achievements that he didn't deserve to earn. His title, Princey, was a merit that he didn't thought he was worthy. His ego is filled with the broken pride that he didn't thought it was real enough to repair.

He opened the drawer of his nightstand, and saw the ugly sweater that Patton made to him. He smiled at the thought. This was the only thing that he had that was deserved to be kept.

That was a real achievement. But when he thought about it, he couldn't help but being sad. This was his only achievement.

His mind wondered of new adventures, storylines and music ideas, all jumbled in a way only Roman could see and make sense of it.

He looked at the jumbled thoughts that manifested in front of him, and he couldn't bring himself to get an idea. Roman laughed. He couldn't bring himself to do something he mastered doing.

'Pathetic. Simply pathetic', he thought.

He just went to bed, grabbing the sweater that Patton gave him, only now feeling his tears rolling down his face. And with his muffled sobs, and his silenced sadness, he fell asleep.