Sanders Sides Oneshots/Short Stories

Purple (anxceit if you squint)

I knOw Thomas said on his livestream that the purple just happens when Virgil is excited but I wrote the first 5000 words this before that oKAY

"Liar."

Virgil, as he stood near the staircase in Thomas's apartment, felt the word ringing in his ears- the word that he and Roman had repeatedly called Thomas just hours ago. And for what? To get him to stop finding ways to deal with those awkward situations?

"Oh, ease up, Gerard Gay! No need to worry right now! Thomas actually didn't pass up this amazing opportunity! And you helped!" The usually anxious one jumped and the sight of Roman jumping in front of him.

He's right, we don't need to worry now. "I know, right?" Virgil felt a wave of excitement crash over him once again. Thomas had just gotten the chance of a lifetime, and he didn't pass it up! "I wonder what's going to happen next with Nico! Where will their next date be?! You said something about a place in France, right? Perfect romantic setting!"

"Exactly!" The princely one was bouncing on his toes, he was so excited. And Virgil was just as excited as him! He was looking towards the future, as always, but this time he saw the positives as well.

"Oh, we should start picking outfits! We could..." as Virgil let himself ramble on and on, he felt a sort of... shift. It was almost too small to notice, and if he'd been any less vigilant, he wouldn't have caught it at all. Actually, it was as if he were more vigilant now, rather than just overly anxious like usual. There was no nervous pit in his stomach, yet he was still just as aware.

Wait.

Come to think of it, this 'switch' in his mind felt familiar. Virgil stiffened as he realized what it was. The switch in his mind wasn't just in his mind, and it wasn't just figurative. He took a few deep breaths, calming himself down, before telling Princey he had to go. As soon as Virgil was out of Roman's line of vision, though, he bolted to the nearest bathroom, the nearest one being down that hall. Glancing in the mirror, his dreaded suspicions were confirmed.

Purple eyeshadow stood in place of where his black eyeshadow had once been, fading into a sort of lavender at the edges. He lunged back from the mirror in terror as if by moving away, he could change it back, reverse it somehow. This wasn't supposed to happen twice. It wasn't even supposed to have happened once.

But something in the back of his head, buried in a rushing river of thoughts, said, this feels right. This shift, somehow. Virgil squeezed his eyes shut, trying in vain to stop the tears threatening to fall. This might change everything, and Virgil didn't want that.

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Janus didn't know how it happened. One minute he was walking down the street with Logan and Thomas, talking about rearranging some schedules, the next minute he was falling, lower and lower, faster and faster, more and more shadows encompassed him, until he was thrust into complete darkness. He hit the ground with a thump and probably a rather large bruise on his left arm.

Holding his arm to his chest, the deceitful trait stood up and realized with a start that this was the Dark mindscape. His eyes were adjusted to being in light, so hardly anything was visible yet- only some vague shapes of the furniture. He hadn't been down here in months, since Remus had been 'welcomed' into the light sides (well, he said welcomed, it was more like Janus didn't want Remus left to be forgotten down there), shortly after himself.

"Hello?!" called a familiar voice from... somewhere.

"Hello! Who is that?!" Janus yelled back, successfully keeping the panic out of his voice. Having someone to be with could be dangerous, but it could also be beneficial.