Safe - A Sanders Sides Fanfiction

Safe

Warning: Story contains fluffy sappiness. Do not read if you don't enjoy fluffy sappiness.

Everyone was minding their own business, or at least, as much as they could. Patton couldn't help but occasionally take a break from watching dog videos to tell something to Roman, or ask Logan a question about what breed of puppy the dog in the video was. Roman was drawing, although he insisted that his museum-worthy art was simply "doodles." Logan was solving a rubix cube, then scrambling it, then solving it.

And Virgil, yet again, was having a panic attack.

It wasn't the first that week, but it was certainly the worst one. It's bad enough that it has to be affecting the others, he thought. There wasn't much he could do about that, however, as he physically couldn't lift himself off the floor. His body constantly shaking wasn't very helpful either, as it prevented him from doing anything to physically calm himself down. Thoughts raced through his head. Is Thomas okay? I've failed him again. Why am I even here? The others shouldn't accept me. His eyes darted around the dark space, looking for something to hold onto. The room felt blurry, even though he could see just fine. He raised a shaking hand in front of his face and waved it back and forth. It didn't feel like his hand. Everything felt wrong. He drew his knees up to his chest, rocking back and forth. He opened his mouth to scream, but nothing came out.

    "Hey, kiddo! We were just coming to check... on... you... because..." Patton trailed off as the three sides appeared and stood there awkwardly, staring at Virgil. Virgil looked at them silently.

    "Well... er..." Roman said awkwardly.

    "Thomas is having a panic attack, so we wanted to see what was happening," said Logan. "Clearly, we've located the source."

    "Go... go away..." croaked Virgil.

    "But-" said Patton,

    "You can't be here," said Virgil, trying and failing at steadying his voice. "Go... go check on Thomas."

    "We should do that," said Logan, looking around at the other sides, who were beginning to acquire black eyeshadow. Roman hesitated, then nodded.

    "Yes, that would make sense."

    For just a moment, Patton made eye contact with Virgil. Virgil gave a small nod, and Patton began to take deep breaths, sinking down with the others.

    "I'm sorry," whispered Virgil. "I'm really sorry."

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    "Pssst... Virgil. Come on, we need to talk!" said Patton as he, Logan, Roman, and Thomas stood in Thomas's apartment the next day. After a few moments, Virgil appeared in his usual spot at the bottom of the stairs.

    "What do you want?" he mumbled.

    "Virgil..." said Thomas, "what... what happened yesterday? That was totally outta nowhere."

    Virgil shrugged.

    "Really, what's going on? You can't just hide everything from us," said Roman. Virgil stared at him for a moment, but stayed silent.

    "C'mon, we only want to help!" Patton said hopefully.

    "We can't continue like this. It isn't healthy for Thomas to be this anxious all the time. So... what's going on?" Logan asked.

    Virgil eyed the three of them, then sighed. "Is this really so new to you? I'm Anxiety. I screw everything up. End of story."

    "Oh, Vir-" Patton started.