Prinxiety Oneshots

Nightmares Are To Realistic

Thank you to AnxiouslyShipping for the request, I apologize for having this take so long. I had just procrastinated on it for whatever reason but I can assure you that I will try and be more focused when it comes to writing.

TW: Brief mentions of blood that is slightly descriptive, light cursing from both bois, nightmares, brief mention of panic attack, gayness, kissing(not make out, just a “peck” on the lips)

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Roman had never been afraid. He couldn’t be right? If that was the case than why was he curled up on his bed shaking all because of a dream?

‘Because it was so realistic, like I could feel it happening to me’ He thought. Nothing like that could ever happen though so why cry about it? Roman decided that just sitting here wasn’t helping so he decided to go to the kitchen to get some water. He could’ve just summoned it but that takes energy that he didn’t have also, he needed to get up and move, be productive.

He got up from his bed with his blanket wrapped around him from the shoulders down, and quietly crept to his door, being mindful of that one squeaky tile that he had yet to fix. Roman opened the door as quietly as he could with the occasional creeks, and looked around; not that anyone would be there seeing as it was 4:30 in the morning.

As he got to the stairs he decided that walking down them would be too loud, someone was bound to hear; so, he decided to slid down the railing like he had seen Virgil do a million times before. He threw his blanket down the stairs for cushioning in case he fell, and got on the railing. As he slid down he made sure not to hunch forwards so that he wouldn’t you know, fall. Roman took a sigh of relief when he successfully reached the bottom.

 He looked back up the stairs and then headed towards the kitchen, shivering as he touched the cold tiles of said room. He grabbed a glass and got some water, he made sure to let the water fall as quietly as he could which meant that took at least a couple of minutes. He turned the faucet off and sat on the counter with the blanket still wrapped around him, he took a sip of water hoping to calm his mind but it was no use, he could still feel his hands shaking and mind racing. He took a deep breath and proceeded to just sit there for a few minutes just thinking and drinking water. He wondered why this had happened and why it had affected him so badly I mean…

That wouldn’t actually happen to Virgil…

Right...?

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Virgil had been up since he woke up at 7:00 this morning and just couldn’t find it in him to go back to sleep. He always knew he had some form of insomnia which really sucked but he had to deal with it seeing as sleeping medication never worked for him. Out of all the thoughts in his head at the moment, food was the most loud; Virgil, of course, decided that he would give into that thought and head downstairs. 

He got up from his bed, not before grabbing his ear buds and phone, and opened his door. Being the master of jump scares he was able to avoid making noise entirely, even with the way the floor was. He made his way down the stairs taking into consideration which ones made the loudest noise even though he slid down them using the railing like always.