Sooooo I've been reading way too many Sander sides fanfictions and decided to take a stab at writing one of my own while I actually had any desire and motivation to write. I chose to base my story off of Virgil because he's who I relate to the most. This means most of the little things he does in this when he's anxious, are the things I myself do.

Well any who, I sadly do not own any of the sides, all that credit goes to Thomas Sanders himself. Hope you enjoy the story anyway though!

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Virgil was not nervous and he would fight you if you said otherwise. Okay who are we kidding he is the embodiment of anxiety of course he's nervous. He curled a bit tighter into the armchair he was sitting in and glanced over at the other sides, who were sprawled in various positions across the couch.He couldn't remember how he got talked into joining them for a movie night, something with Patton and puppy dog eyes if he could recall. All he wanted was to be safely hidden away in his room; if he kept distance between them... it wouldn't hurt so badly when they left him.

He noticed he wasn't really watching the movie anymore, more so watching the way the other three interacted with each other. They seemed so at ease, he was afraid to even move and risk ruining everything. He was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice Patton looking at him with a concerned expression. Virgil simply forced a smile and turned his gaze back toward the movie.

'Stupidstupidstupid.' His brain chastised as he began pulling at the sleeves of his hoodie. 'Stop worrying them or they'll leave sooner. Just enjoy it while it lasts.' He gulped slightly and pulled one of his knees to his chest. Shifting in a way that made it look more like he was getting comfortable and less like he was trying to hold himself together. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breathing becoming a bit more erratic as he struggled to pull air in… Then he heard it. The little voice that he had mostly silenced, because when he heard it he knew he was falling apart.

'But they don't really care do they? After all they've made it quite clear that they're only putting up with you for Thomas's sake.'Virgil accidently let out an audible groan, his cheeks dusting red when he felt three pairs of eyes turn toward him. He placed his trade mark smirk and shrugged slightly letting his eyes flicker toward the screen. "What? That was incredibly cheesy." He said, clearing his throat slightly when his voice broke at the end.

He stood as quickly as he could without drawing to much attention to himself, his hand still fidgeting with his sleeves. "I'm gonna grab some water." He said before turning on his heels and making a hasty retreat to the kitchen. 'Just look at you, how could anyone care about such a pathetic mess?' The voice whispered tauntingly. Virgil ignored it and grabbed a glass from the cabinet before filling it with water. He leaned against the counter and gulped it down quickly as he tried to ease his nerves.

'You should just go back to your room, give them all a break from pretending to like you. It must be getting exhausting especially for Patton.' Virgil heard a small keening noise that he didn't even realize came from him. There was the sound of something shattering, and then he felt pain and wetness on his knees and legs. He looked down slightly his vision swimming. When did his glass break? Why was he on the ground? Oh god where did the air go?!

He felt hands on his arms suddenly and he gave a weak cry as he attempted to get himself away from the possible threat. His head whipped up and he was met by the confused and worried faces of Patton, Roman, and Logan. He yanked his hands away and tried to move back but only found himself forced into a corner with nowhere to go. He heard that strange keening noise again, but this time he realized it as him when he brought his hand up to his chest and throat, clawing slightly at the attempt to get any air into his body.

He felt a warm wetness on his cheeks and it took him a moment to realize he was crying. He doubled over on himself his hands leaving his chest to grab onto his hair yanking roughly as he tried to calm himself down. He felt hands on him again, pulling his own down and locking them at his sides. He began to scream and struggle, kicking his legs in an attempt to just get free.

He felt pressure on his legs and looked up to see Roman holding them tightly, watching the young side with unshed tears of his own. His head began to whip around again, and he saw Logan coming to kneel beside him, which left Patton as the one holding him so tightly. Logan grabbed his hand and he could hear a soft voice speaking for the first time. He wondered briefly how long they had been trying to talk to him.

"Breathe in for four seconds." He heard being whispered softly in his ear, it sounded so far away though. "Hold your breath for seven seconds." Logan said quietly, trying his best to keep calm as he watch the young side in front of him. "Now breathe out for eight seconds." He reminded as he slowly shifted Patton out of the way so he could sit behind Virgil. He pulled the side to his chest tightly so he could feel the way Logan was breathing. "Follow my lead okay?" He looked at the other two sides, Roman was still holding Virgil's legs tightly, his shoulders quivering as he withheld tears. Patton was stroking Virgil's hair, his tears unsurprisingly were flowing freely.

Virgil felt himself slowly coming down, his lungs burning from the lack of air. He was feeling the exhaustion now, his body growing limp ever so slowly as he followed along with the Logical side. His head lolled to the side and his eyes felt heavy. His screams had reduced to soft whimpers and he just let the others hold him. His eyes finally shut and he simply mumbled. "Sorry… -'m sorry." Before finally succumbing to the exhaustion.

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Soooooo there was chapter one! I swear I will be back to write more, and the next chapter will have a heavier influence of the other sides, but I hope you enjoyed!

Byezz!