Hi friends! Welcome to my first official Sanders Sides fic! *jazz hands*. This is a really short first chapter, but I promise future chapters will be longer. Update-wise, I'll try for once a week, probably on Fridays.
"W-Where am I?" Virgil called out, hating how small and weak his voice sounded as a echoed through the dark room. He didn't really remember how we got wherever you was-tied to a chair in the pitch-black. And his hoodie was gone. Where was it!? He panicked and looked behind him at his large black and purple wings. His jacket was the only thing that his them from the other sides, and now it was gone. And on top of that, something warm and wet was slowly dripping down his temple. Virgil had the sinking suspicion that it was blood.
"P-patton? Logan? R-roman?" Virgil tried again, but all he heard in response was his echo. His wings rustled nervously, and he could feel himself beginning to panic, breaths coming out in frantic burst and his chest constricting and his head pounding.
"Come on Virgil," he muttered to himself, "just calm down. Breath in for 4, hold for 7, and out for 8." But the anxiety he typically represented kept building within him. Where was he? Where was his hoodie? Where were the other sides? Why was he bleeding and tied to a chair? Now Virgil was hyperventilating, unable to cope with the constant swirl questions in his mind.
Shhhhhhh. A hauntingly familiar voice whispered in Virgil's mind as he began to fade out of consciousness. It's alright little one. A half-snake face shimmered into view in front of Virgil's. Everything is just fine.
There you go! This fic is dedicated to Ranger-Corpses, because they are so supportive!
Constructive criticism is appreciated! Please review or PM me!
RN