Sanders Sides Oneshots/Short Stories

It Wasn't Your Fault (Prinxiety)

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Characters: Virgil, Roman, Patton, mentions of Remus and Deceit

Pairing: Platonic or romantic Prinxiety, mentions of romantic Demus

"It wasn't your fault."

Virgil looked up to see Patton standing in the doorway, clearly upset. "Don't beat yourself up about it, kiddo, you-"

"Not my fault?" Virgil cut the other off mid-sentence. "Tell me how Thomas having a fucking PANIC ATTACK IN THE MIDDLE OF FILMING A VIDEO isn't MY FAULT!"

"W-Well, to be fair, him and Joan just had a big argument so he was a little stressed-"

"And who's fault do you think that stress is?" the anxious side said, more to himself than to Patton. "I know it was my fault, all I ever do is hurt Thomas." He could tell his Paranoia was showing. He didn't care.

"What!? That's not true at all!" A new head had appeared in Virgil's doorway... a particularly annoying head, with a perfectly polished gold crown atop it. Why was Roman defending him?

"Not your conversation, Princey. Get the hell out of my room." Anxiety said, putting up his emotional mask to the creative side. Patton was the only one he could trust to... to put up with all his bullshit. And even that was a tentative trust.

"Virgil, don't you think that was a little rude?" interjected the moral side, obviously uncomfortable. He didn't particularly enjoy it when Roman and Virgil fought, which was quite often.

Roman said nonchalantly, "Meh, whatever. I'll take this one, Pat, go help Logan with his- uh- whatever it is he's been working on for the past week or two." Once Roman had finally convinced Patton to leave Anxiety's room, Roman made himself at home on the fluffy beanbag in the corner, promptly by flopping onto it.

"I said get out." Virgil was getting annoyed by the creative side; well, he was always annoyed by him.

"You heard what I told Pat. Let's solve your problem already."

"I don't have a-" .... but even Virgil couldn't bring himself to say it. He did have a problem. All Virgil wanted to do was help Thomas, but every time he tried to, something bad happened. He was a disappointment. He was a failure. He was useless. The other sides would all be better off if-

"Wha- Virgil?! What's wrong? Why're you crying?" a concerned Roman said suddenly.

The anxious side was confused at first. "Huh? I'm not..." As he brought his hand to his cheek, he felt that it was wet with tears. "Oh..." Virgil's face burned. He was embarrassed that Roman— Roman, of all sides— was seeing him cry. God, he was mortified. Then Roman did something that Virgil would've never expected him to do.

The creative side hugged him.

Roman: loud, extravagant, dramatic Roman, who Virgil had always thought hated him, pulled him into his arms and hugged him.

"P-Princey? What are you...?"

"Shush, Emo Nightmare. Let's go fix your eyeshadow. It's all smudged," Roman said playfully. Oh, so he's making fun of me now? Virgil thought gloomily. I guess I shouldn't expect anything more from someone like him. Yet the creative side was acting so fond, wiping Virgil's tears from his face (which made both of them blush furiously), fixing the eyeshadow under his eyes.

The whole time, Roman was rambling about something or other, comforting the anxious side in between sentences. "So when I was in the library the other day, I swear I heard Remus talking to Pat about Dee... just my opinion, but I think they're secretly a couple. Hey, it's okay, stop crying. Here's a tissue. Oh, Dee and my bro could be a couple, I mean. Can you imagine Dukey and Mr Dad-joke being together? Bleh. By the way, where's your eyeshadow? I'll fix it for you." All the time that Roman was speaking randomly about the gossip of the Mindscape, Virgil found himself intrigued; and he was never intrigued with gossip— he just tried to stay out of it.

He shook himself back to reality. "Why're you being so nice to me? I thought you hated me," Virgil sulked, still feeling low. But really, he was completely baffled as to why Roman had decided to be nice to him today, of all days. Let's see: Virgil was a teary mess, his makeup was smudged, he had just been the cause of Thomas having a panic attack. Great.

"I dunno, I just..."

"You just what?"

"I guess... when I saw you run out, I kind of... saw myself in you." Huh? Roman had seen himself in Virgil? No, that couldn't be right. Roman was creativity; he was everyone's favorite. He was the reason that Thomas even made those Sides videos in the first place— without Roman, Thomas wouldn't be who he is. But Virgil... he was... he was that one guy who made everything worse no matter how much he tried to help. He was the guy that everyone would be better off without..

"I mean, I guess I don't... want you to think you're worthless because that's how I feel most of the time, and I-I don't want anyone else to feel that pain because no one deserves that especially not you a-and-" He cut himself off, now close to tears.

Now the anxious side was more confused than ever. "Y-You? Worthless? No! You're the reason Thomas does what he does! Why would you even- No!" he exclaimed, not sure what to feel anymore.

"Hah, you kinda reversed the roles there, I'm supposed to be the one comforting you!" Roman exclaimed. "Hey, at least you're feeling better— you are feeling better, right?"

"Yeah, thanks..."

"No problemo, Panic at the Everywhere!" he replied in his usual extravagance. "And if you're ever feeling like that again... my door's open, okay?"

"Sure thing, Princey... same to you."