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The Puppet Master (Ch. 3)

A/N: This is fic is based on @/lowkey-logicality​ ‘s beautiful drawing for the reverse big bang, hosted by @/sanderssidesfanfiction​. (I won’t annoyingly tag you anymore.)

Word Count: 1524

Ships/Pairings: None

Warnings: Cursing, death(ish) mention, knives  

“Virgil, what do you...mean by that?” Logan asked hesitantly. Virgil met his eyes, a dead serious look. He pulled his arm off of Patton’s shoulder, interlacing his fingers with his instead. He looked back and forth between the two other sides and the open door.

“I mean what I mean, we’re gonna find him, we have to find him, and soon, cause or else...or else..” He took in a deep breath. “Or else who knows what is going to happen to him.” Patton tightened his grip on his hand.

“We’re gonna find him before anything happens, Virgil, don’t worry,” He mustered out, knowing that that was impossible for the literal personification of anxiety. Without a warning, he hesitantly stepped onto the path. “C’ mon. We’re going to get him back.” He said, ignoring the tears streaming down his face. Virgil nodded, tugging on Logan’s hand so he would follow him. He took a deep breath, following behind Patton.

“While we can’t control what happens, I believe we can still summon things here,” Logan said, following the others. Carefully, they walked along the stone path, not taking notice of the door shutting close behind them. None of them could ignore the awful feeling of the too-silent forest or the fact that it felt like someone was watching. They just kept on walking, cautious to make as little noise as possible. At some point, Logan reached his arm out in front of the others, stopping in his tracks.

Virgil turned to him, warily whispering, “What’s wrong?”, looking around the path observantly to see if anything was off. Logan didn’t meet his eyes, eyes trailing around the top of a tree.

“It would appear...that we aren’t alone…” He answered, summoning a switchblade. “And I do not want to be unprepared.” Virgil eyes the knife out of the corner of his eye. He really hoped that they didn’t have to use it. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a raven flew out of the tree onto the ground.

“Logan,” Virgil whispered. “Either you are even more easily scared than I am, or that isn’t a raven.” The raven eyed them, not blinking once. “Okay, that is not a fucking raven.” He pointed out though he knew they all already realized that. Sure enough, the raven started growing, expanding, not moving its eyes from the three.

“Guys, I don’t know about y’ all, but I think it's a good time we get out of here,” Patton shouted, pulling the others along with him as he ran past the raven, which had started to bubble as if it was boiling. He didn’t look back or let go of their hands, running as fast as he possibly could. The adrenaline running through his body kept him from noticing much of what was happening around him, only focused on one goal; get them out of there now. He was so distracted he didn’t even have the chance to think when a figure formed in front of them, feathers thrown around as they manifested, staring at them with yellow eyes. Patton’s breath caught in his throat as he stopped a smidge second before he bumped into them. They started deep into his eyes, not moving an inch, not even showing signs of breathing. Without much of a second thought, Patton ripped the switchblade from Logan’s hand, opening it and swiping the figure with it.

The blade cut into the...creatures...skin, causing an oozing black liquid to pour out. Virgil took a step back, pulling the others back with him. The creature only stared down at the wound, glancing back up at them, tilting its head to the side. It smiled eerily, wrapping it’s black-gloved hand around it, pulling it out. The sides covered their ears as the creature started screeching, face falling apart. “Y-you think you can win this game...but...you….CAN’T,” They shrieked, throwing the blade up into the air. Patton lept to catch it, but instead, the creature caught his arm, grabbing the switchblade and crushing it. It opened its fist, a bird flying out as soon as they did, lost in the darkness of the forest. “You’re in my world now, not your world,” It’s grip on Patton’s arm tightened, causing him to yell in pain. This only caused it to laugh, continuing the song. It pulled Patton in, leaning into his ear and whispered loud enough for only him to hear, “And I got friends on the other side.”

Something about those words set Patton off. To this day, no one has figured out what it was. Maybe it was the reminder of Roman, or that this creature took something cherished and crushed it that caused him to react the way he did. He felt the anger rush through him, fuming like a teapot about to overfill with boiling water. He grabbed the creature by the arm and with all his strength he shoved them to the ground, ripping his arm out of its grasp. Summoning a larger blade, he struck the creature once more, deep in the arm, the blade tearing into the path. He twisted it, causing the creature to howl in pain, but he ignored it, summoning another, pinning the creature down all over its arm. Patton finally let go of the last knife, breathing heavily as he watched the creature slowly stop screaming and fall apart, seeping into the ground. He turned toward Virgil and Logan, who was standing there shocked and gave them a shaky smile.

“No one messes with my family,” He whispered, wiping the tears off of his cheeks. Patton took a step towards the other two, confused when he saw the looks of horror and dread, but it wasn’t towards him. He turned around slowly, watching the creature materialize once more, staring at him, arms at its side. He didn’t even have time to turn back before they grabbed Patton, pulling him tight towards it.

“Sit down at my table,” It shouted at him, tightening their grip around Patton despite his struggle. “Put your mind at ease.” It laughed maniacally, starting to boil again and dematerialize. Patton tried to yell once more, but it clenched a hand over his mouth. His attempts at getting out of its grip only made them cackle louder and harder. That is until Patton bit it’s hand, causing it to let out a shriek. The creature screeched in pain, chucking Patton to the floor.

Before Patton could do anything to get away, the creature pinned him down against the stoned path. “Run, don’t just stand there, run,” Patton shouted at Logan and Virgil, who had been standing, frozen in shock. “Please, just go. I can’t die, anyway.” Virgil watched as Patton continued to scream in pain, not moving out of fear. He really didn’t want to leave him, even if he knew that technically, Patton couldn’t die unless Thomas did. At least, what Patton’s function was. But Patton was just a figment of imagination, and he could be easily removed just as the rest of them could. He didn’t have much time to react when Logan dragged him by the wrist.

It took him a few moments to realize what he was doing. “Logan, we can’t just leave him there, we have to help him!” Virgil screamed, stopping both of them in their tracks. “Logan, please, we can’t just, Patton, he needs our help!” He frantically glanced back and forth from Patton and Logan, sobbing as he listened to Patton’s shouts and struggles. The stress between Logan continuously tugging at his wrist, crying out to Virgil that they had to go, and watching Patton fight the creature, shouting at him to run, was too much. He didn’t want to leave him, and he knew that this was the huge trope in every story ever, but he just couldn’t. “Not without Patton, Lo, we can’t leave him-” Virgil looked back one last time at Patton. There were many things that Virgil regretted. Not going back to help Patton was definitely one of them.

Tears crawled down Virgil’s face as Logan’s grip on his wrist loosened. The logical side felt his hands shaking as he processed what had just happened. The creature, as well as Patton, were gone. They had both vanished in thin air as if they weren't there in the first place. Logan stepped cautiously forward to where they had just been. Trembling fingers reached up to his face, noticing his eyes watering. On the ground was a pair of black, thick, round glasses. Logan crouched down, dropping his knees on the ground, picking up the glasses, holding them gingerly. Virgil stood in place, watching Logan silently weep, never feeling more scared in his life.

If only he had turned around, if only he had run back to help him…

“Virgil,” Logan croaked out. “We both know he wouldn’t have forgiven himself if it was one of us.” Virgil felt his heart drop. “We both know it.” He sat down next to Logan, grimacing as he noticed the glasses.

“Then there were two,” Virgil muttered before breaking down into sobs and tears.

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The Puppet Master (Ch. 2)

A/N: This is fic is based on @lowkey-logicality​ ‘s beautiful drawing for the reverse big bang, hosted by @sanderssidesfanfiction​ .

Word Count: 2022

Ships/Pairings: None

Warnings: Deceit mention, cursing, sleeping drugs

Previous Chapter

Roman felt goosebumps on his arms and a chill go down his spine. That voice...he recognized it, but at the same time, he didn’t know who it was. He wanted to open his eyes, but even though they were closed, they still burned. He didn’t even want to think of the pain that would happen if he opened them. Blindly, Roman tried to walk around the room- was this even a room? He wasn’t sure what it was, but he’d try to get out of it if it was the last thing he did.

“Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want?” He shouted, hearing his voice bounce off the walls, echoing in his ears. The other laughed cynically, the sounds of their voice coming from all directions. That’s why Roman wasn’t prepared when he felt someone shove him to the floor. He felt the cold sensation of the floor, groaning as pain struck through his face. A stabbing pain crept up his back, the sensation of something poking him in the back, pushing into his skin.

“You don’t know me, but I know you, Prince Roman, and we, you and I, will have a lot of fun.” The voice answered, pushing the stick deeper into Roman, causing him to scream. Everything started to feel dizzy, his head was pounding, his heart was racing, and he didn’t know what to do. Mind feeling foggy, he once more did not notice that a hand dropped to his shoulder, fingers wrapped around a syringe filled with a strange, murky liquid. The only warning he got was a sting at his neck before the sleepiness started clouding his thoughts, threatening to shove him into the unconscious. Roman wanted to scream, he wanted to shout, he wanted to throw a fit, but the numbing feeling in his arms had spread throughout his body, and he didn’t want anything anymore. Just sleep. He just really...wanted...to rest…

“Go on, Roman. Rest. You have a long day ahead of you.”

Virgil picked up a popcorn piece, throwing it in his mouth as the characters on screen got in their gondola, rowing themselves over into the middle of the lake. The lanterns lit up and floated into the sky, the wonder flowing in the princess’ eyes. Virgil smiled as the song started playing, sweet, slow, and melodious. He had to admit, Tangled was one of his favorite princess movies. The humor, the story, the characters, it all played and formed so well into a beautiful animated movie. Not that he would admit to anyone, of course. Ranting about how beautiful and awe-inspiring things were was Patton and Roman’s thing. He started singing along with the song under his breath, distracted by the captivating scene in front of him. Virgil swayed to the song, suddenly feeling someone lean against his arm. Grinning, he played with their hair, feeling happiness welling up inside him as Patton sang the lyrics, yawning in between every stanza.

“You tired, Pat?” Virgil stage-whispered, closing his eyes shut gently. He felt Patton shaking his head against his arm, and yawning right after. Virgil almost laughed at the irony. Patton could really be such a child sometimes. “You sure about that?” He asked, almost in a sing-song voice.

“Ye-es ma’am,” Patton murmured into Virgil’s sleeve, leaning closer into him. He huffed, ruffling his hair, lacing his fingers in with the curls. “There is no sleepiness in this here ol’ body…” He yawned again, proving himself wrong. Virgil sighed, letting Patton slowly fall asleep. The movie was still playing, so he decided to hell with it and to just finish watching it. Besides, it was only around 8:30, way earlier than he usually fell asleep. 

The scene played off, Rapunzel sat on the bed of her room, dejected, wishing that it hadn’t turned out that way. Virgil could relate. She looked around her bedroom walls, the paintings of years of her life before her, confused until she holds up the flag she had gotten earlier. The symbol of the sun on her flag reminded her of how much her life had changed in simply one day. One day of her living her life the way she wanted...well, kind of. Leaving the tower had felt like jumping into a lake; you aren’t used to the sensation, but you soon don’t want to leave. The flag, to her, represented more than simply a kingdom. Now that she thought about it, there was also something else familiar with the flag...that's when everything clicked. Her mind caught on fire, linking one dot with the other to realize that she was the missing princess. That is only further enforced by her mother's hesitance when she asks. The scene goes on into an action-packed display of her romantic interest escaping prison to find her.

Out of all the scenes, it's Virgil's favorite. He could only remember what it felt like to be out of his room for the first time. Scary. New. Weird. Different. How it felt to meet the other sides, and when they all accepted him. It took a lot, but now he never wants to leave it. Of course, he hoped he wouldn’t almost lose it like Rapunzel did. Now that he thought about it, Roman really liked this scene, too. The dork was a huge Disney fan, though, so that wasn’t surprising.

Virgil pulled out his phone at the thought of his best friend, deciding to send a quick picture of the movie to him. ‘Guess what we’re watching, loser.’ The thought of the text that he sent quickly vanished as he scrolled through his dozens of notifications he checked once every full moon. A few minutes turned to a few hours, and soon enough, Virgil was in the middle of rewatching The Office bloopers for who knows how many times. By the time he realized how long it had been, it was long past midnight.

“Shoot.” He muttered under his breath, putting his phone away. He nudged Patton’s shoulder, trying to wake him up. Except all the other did was hug Virgil tighter, shifting his position to lay on top of him. Virgil was trapped, like when a dog falls asleep on your leg, but he decided that he’d get more sleep on the couch with Patton, anyway. He closed his eyes shut, focusing Patton’s warmth beside him. It took a while, but soon enough, drowsiness took over and he fell asleep.

He woke up the next morning to the sound of Patton falling off the couch.

“Whatthefuckhappenednow.” Virgil yelped, frightened from being awoken so suddenly. His eyes drifted to see Patton on the floor, confused and drowsy. “You good?” He asked, to which Patton answered nodding, running his hands through his hair to get it out of his face.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. What time is it?” Virgil looked down in the direction of the alarm clock underneath the television set up there specifically for this reason.

“It’s nine.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” Patton liked to wake up earlier than them on Fridays to make them all breakfast. He’d usually wake up to the smell of something on the borderline of ‘too sweet.’ Still, they all appreciated his sugary concoctions. Heck, Virgil had a sweet tooth, so he definitely wasn’t arguing.

“I should start making breakfast,” Patton said, stretching before pushing himself off the ground using the couch as his help. Virgil rolled his eyes.

“Patton, you don’t always have to make us breakfast,” He responded to the non-question. “It's okay if you take some Friday’s off.”

This only cause Patton to become even more upset, seemingly, as he pouted and said, “But I like making you guys breakfast. And it's a Filpping Fantastic Fun Friday.” He crossed his arms, pouting down at Virgil from his position standing up. To them, there was no such thing as “flipping” anymore every since Virgil messed up in a text once and “filpping” became Patton’s favorite word. Virgil shrugged.

“If you choose to, then okay, but I’m just saying.” Patton looked to the side before walking to the kitchen.

“Can you call Logan and Roman, please, Virgil?” Virgil nodded, pulling his phone out of his hoodie pocket and shooting a text to the group chat telling the “bitches” to wake up. He immediately received a text from Logan saying that he’d be downstairs in a moment. The nerd must’ve been up since early hours or didn’t sleep period. He did it most days, but the only reason Virgil let him is because they technically weren’t even real. Of course, that doesn’t mean he didn’t get his scoldings. Virgil waited for a few minutes before sending Roman another text, noticing he didn’t even see his text from the night before. That was...weird. Virgil ignored the pause he felt in his chest. There was nothing to worry about, he just didn’t answer his text, don’t be stupid, Virgil. Still, there was this...uneasiness in his chest that he couldn’t settle down.

Virgil decided he probably just fell asleep and lost his phone in his clusterfuck of a room. He sighed, getting up off the couch and climbing slowly (he was tired) up the stairs. Logan rushed past him on his way down the hall, who barely even muttered a ‘salutations’ as he walked by. Virgil was right, he stayed up. He shook his head, knocking on the dramatic one’s door. One day he’s going to die from that. He waited for a moment, but there was no answer. The same sense of uneasiness striking through him. “He’s fine, Virgil, shut up,” He muttered to himself. Checking his phone again to see if Roman sent him a text, he knocked on the door, trying the handle, even if he knew it would be…

It was unlocked.

Virgil felt his heart stop. He pushed the door open, not believing his eyes. Before him was a grey stone path, right in between a huge forest that Roman had made a few summers ago, except the trees were not lively and full of leaves and color as Virgil had gotten to know and love. They were dead, falling apart, each branch curling in on itself, getting tangled up with the rest. The sky was dark, but it looked more like it was night than if there was a storm, because it was clear, the moon visible and bright. Shocked, he slammed the door shut, almost tripping over himself on his way down the stairs. He had to tell the others, he had to tell the others.

Virgil ran over to the kitchen, breathing fast and hard, already shaking. Logan and Patton seemingly were having a conversation, taking out ingredients and materials to make pancakes, when they turned at the sound of Virgil running in, stammering their names. Logan walked up to Virgil, placing a hand on his shoulder affirmingly. “Virgil? Is something the matter?” Patton stood at Virgil’s other side, a look of concern over his face.

“R-Roman...his room...he’s...Roman’s gone.”

Patton’s eyes widened, gawking at Virgil as if he had three heads. “What, wait, what mean Roman’s gone?”

“He’s gone, Pat, his room is some creepy ass forest and he’s not there and no freaking wonder he never saw my text.” Virgil breathed, tears trailing down his face.

“Perhaps this is just a practical joke that Roman is playing, he does like to do that-”

“This isn’t something he would joke about, and you know it.”

Uncertainty filled Logan’s mind as he paced out of the kitchen and up the stairs, the others trailing not far behind. He twisted the handle to Roman’s room, pulling the door open. Both Patton and Logan’s eyes filled with a mixture of shock and fear as they were met face to face with the situation. “W-well, Virgil, it appears you are right,” Logan said, hesitant, the fear clear in his eyes.

“What are we going to do?” Patton whispered, eyes filling up with tears. Virgil threw his arm over his shoulder, pulling him closer, trying to get some sort of grip on reality.

“We’re gonna fucking find him.”

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The Puppet Master (Ch. 1)

A/N: Thank you to @sanderssidesfanfiction for hosting the reverse big bang, and to @lowkey-logicality for their beautiful drawing that this story is based on. I will be posting this in chapters over the next few days as I am currently kind of busy with things to sit down and have a posting spree. Sorry about that. 

Ships/Pairings: None

Word Count: 3282

Warnings: Nothing much other than a mention of what can be read as a panic attack, as well as Deceit.

Roman entered the kitchen, beaming brightly at the exhausted faces around the dining table. He wished them all a fantastic morning in a booming, regal voice and was met by the finger and a few mutters and curses about how mornings are never good. He opened the fridge to look for something to eat as he chatted on and on about his newest project and how he had seen a few show audition posters and was thinking about pushing Thomas to go.

“So, how did you sleep, Fall Out Boys?” Roman asked, picking a strawberry yogurt and looking around in the cabinets for a plastic spoon. Virgil glared at him, rubbing his eyes tiredly. Logan gave Roman a look as he took a huge sip of his coffee. “I’ll take a guess. Not well.” He chuckled, finally finding a spoon after the third cabinet, and pulled a chair to sit at the table. “Everything's normal, then. So, Lo, what caused you to defy all sense of, well, you, and stay up for the hundredth time in a row?” Logan rolled his eyes, grabbing his mug with both hands and getting up from the table.

“Someone has to do work around here, and it seems clear that it won’t be you. In fact,” He tipped the coffee maker and watched the dark liquid pour out. “Thomas has an appointment with Joan today to work on a few scripts for upcoming videos. Our series, as usual. The topic of a new scripted series, of which I am sure you are aware of, may arise, so be wary of it. I suggest, Roman, that you get right to it because I am about to head upstairs and take a break.” Roman shuddered as Logan drank the coffee black, hating even the thought of it.

“To nap?”

“To read.”

“Of course you are.” Logan gave Roman another look. “Hey, look, I’m not saying reading ain’t great and all, as a book nerd myself, I am all for it, but you should probably get some sleep now that you have the time.” Logan rolled his eyes once more and turned to head to his room.

“Remember the appointment with Joan.” He shouted before he raced up the stairs.

“Logan, it's not an appointment, they’re our- oh, whatever.” Roman turned to Virgil, who had laid his face down on the table, eyes closed. Roman poked his left cheek to see if he had fallen asleep, which he most likely hadn’t, but he had to check. His eyes flickered open and he groaned as he got up and rubbed his eyes again. Roman gave him a small smile.

“So...Virgil. Y’know I hate to do these things alone.” He smiled wider as Virgil groaned but nodded nonetheless. Roman cheered and was quick to abandon his yogurt and hug Virgil fiercely. “Thank you so much, Virgil!! This is why I love you, you are the greatest friend ever.”

“Yes, you are so lucky to have me. Now, shut up.” Virgil responded, leaning into the hug, shutting his eyes again.

“I am the luckiest man alive, you’re right. Now, c’mon, Thomas and Joan probably started already.” Virgil rolled his eyes.

“Knowing them, they probably planned on doing it now, got impatient, and stayed up late doing it.” Roman laughed, pulling on Virgil’s jacket sleeve like a five-year-old, repeatedly saying that they had to go. “Okay, okay, fine. Lets go, dumbass son.”

“Thank you, mom.” Roman held Virgil’s hand the entire way to Romans room, rambling on about how excited he was about the new series and how he definitely thought it would be the newest, greatest hit. Virgil smiled, looking at Roman’s giddy face.

“You say that about everything, Sanders Sides included.” Virgil didn’t know how it was even possible, but Roman smiled brighter.

“And I was right! At least with that one.” He giggled, leaning over to twist the door gold door handle. “Ready?” Roman said, turning to Virgil. Virgil rolled his eyes for maybe the dozenth time since he woke up a few hours earlier.

“Dude, I’ve been to your room before. I think I can deal with it.”

“Yeah, but you know how my room works and I don’t want to scare ya...” Roman whispered, trailing off towards the end. Virgil gave him a small reassuring slight grin. “Okay then.” He tightened his grip on Virgil’s hand and opened the door. Virgil shut his eyes tight as the bright light filled the hallway. They both shuffled in, Roman pulling on Virgil’s hand, before Roman sunk them both out. Virgil opened his eyes, rubbing them again, finding himself in Thomas’ living room.

“Just watching over?”

“Just watching over,” Roman said, letting go of the others hand and sitting on the arm of the couch, looking over Thomas’ shoulder to look at the laptop in his lap. Virgil sat on the other side of the couch, pulling his knees to his chin and wrapping his arms around himself. He watched as Roman muttered small comments every now and then when they wrote something. Sometimes Joan would mention something, and Romans eyes would light up and he would laugh and shout “put that in.” Virgil rested against the arm of the couch, closing his eyes, smiling slightly as he heard Roman exclaim. He didn’t know how long they were there, if he were, to be honest, but it felt as if he had only been asleep for a few minutes before he felt Roman’s hand on his shoulder shaking him awake.

“You done already?” He muttered, rubbing his eyes, noticing that they were in Roman’s room rather than the living room. Roman’s room worked in an odd way differing from the others room. Due to him being the one who controls creativity, his room wasn’t a specific place. It could be Thomas’ living room, his bedroom, or the kitchen. It was like a portal to a magical world that only Roman could control. In there, he could view over Thomas working on projects, provide his comments (as his creative side), and leave, and Thomas wouldn’t even realize he was there. He would just think it was the thoughts in his mind (he wasn’t wrong). It was honestly such a Roman thing to have and do. Virgil laid down again, closing his eyes but not falling asleep. He felt a bounce of the bed right next to him as Roman sat down. Roman pushed himself back against the pillow, taking out his phone. He scrolled through his apps, making a sound of delight when he found the one he wanted. It was clear he was reading a story when at one point Roman put his phone face down on the bed, shoved a pink pillow in his face and screamed into it. Virgil got up, staring at Roman with a look of confusion as he muttered “omigod” to himself several times while picking his phone up and putting down over and over again. He shoved the pillow back into his face, causing Virgil to laugh.

Roman looked at Virgil, surprised and slightly confused before he realized what he was laughing at and blushed slightly. “This story is just so good, it's called Romeo and Julio. I love all these characters as if they were my own, they are all absolute dorks, like, one likes his best friend, but he doesn’t want to tell him because he’s scared, but like, his friend likes him, too, and they’re just dorks, and I don’t know how I always fall for these stories, but I do.” He finally picked up his phone and clutched it close to his chest. “I am a sucker for romance, as I am a hopeless romantic myself, after all,” Roman said, turning to Virgil and shooting him a soft smile. Virgil rolled his eyes and laid back down, clutching a stuffed bunny. He lifted it to get a better look at it and smiled.

“Hey, Roman, isn’t this Mrs. Fluffybottom?” Roman laughed, face flushed, in response.

“Yeah, she is, ” He reached for the bunny (Virgil gladly obliged ) and pulling her close. “I don’t think I could sleep without her. I’m like Patton in that sense, I guess. I tend to hoard things I like. For example,” He waved his hand around to point at the walls of his room. “All these pictures and posters, drawings from when Thomas was younger, AKA before we realized we couldn’t draw, I have ‘em hung up right here. Of course, not all of them or as many as I’d like, Patton has those, but it's enough.”

Roman turned to Virgil for a second before he got off the bed and reached his arm out to the wall, plucking one of the pictures off of it, bringing it back. It was a picture of Thomas and his friends during their first pride. He can still remember the giddy feeling that he wasn’t alone. Patton had cried a lot that day, and none of them could lie, they all shed some tears as well. Virgil smiled, looking back and forth from the image to Roman. “Our boy has come so far, hasn’t he? The hair, too, I hated his hair.” He said, lifting a hand to his hair, the purple dye vibrant, and pushing it out of his eyes. Roman smiled, ruffling Virgil’s hair up despite his protests. Virgil groaned, rolling his eyes before he did the same to Roman out of spite.

“Virgil, my hair, how could you?” Roman huffed, grinning anyway. Virgil smiled back, turning back to the image.

“I’m..really proud of where we are right now, regardless of what I may say or what thought I may generate,” Virgil turned to look Roman in the eye, sincerity clear. “Remember that I’m still pretty freaking proud of you. All of you guys. You’re pretty lit.” They both sat, staring at each other for a while before Roman said something in response.

“You aren’t too shabby, yourself.”

“Shaggy? You mean our lord and savior?”

“Oh my gosh, Virgil, I tried to make this a nice sentimental moment, but you ruined it.” Virgil laughed out loud, dramatically laying his head in Roman’s lap, letting him play with his hair. “I hate you, dork.”

“Aw, you know you simply adore me, Prince Charming.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Virgil.” Virgil raised an eyebrow, causing Roman to roll his eyes and huff. “Okay, okay, flattery will get you some places, but it simply cannot win my affections.”

“Roman, you are literally playing with my hair at this very instant.”

“Your point is?” Roman retorted, trying to play off a serious face before hiding his beaming face. They both teased each other some more and started talking about the script that day, some new videos that they had seen, and general life stuff. Neither knew how long they were talking, but soon enough it was around dinner time and Logan sent a text saying that Patton was calling them down for dinner. Roman sent him a “<3 thx nerd” before he told Virgil and held his hand in his before he dissolved the room and hurried to open the door before the headache from the brightness. They both raced each other down the stairs, heading to the dining room. When they stepped in, Patton turned around a lasagna dish in hand.

“Hi, kiddos! I hope you’re hungry, cause it's Thursday, which means it's pasta and pizza night. I made a salad, too, cause Thomas is trying to eat healthier and I want to support him with the right mindset.” He placed the tray down on the table, running back to the oven to take out the pizza.

“Ah yes, pizza and pasta, the healthiest cuisine you can find,” Virgil commented, leaning against the counter, messing around with the strings of his hoodie.

Patton either ignored or didn’t hear Virgil’s comment, because he continued to set the table without response. “Roman, hon, can you get the salad from the counter, please?” Roman nodded in return and stepped over to the counter and reached for the salad bowl, grabbing the lemonade while he was at it. Logan and Virgil had already pulled out their chairs and sat down. Patton carefully placed the pizza in the middle of the table next to the fruit bowl, shouting something about being careful as it was hot while he went to get the plates and utensils. He finally took his seat next to Virgil and across from Logan.

“So, fellas, I guess just kinda get what you wanna eat.” Patton shrugged, placing a slice of the pizza, lasagna, and some salad on his plate. Each of them picked what they wanted and ate in comfortable silence. Sometimes one would ask the other to pass something, but otherwise, none of them said anything. Finally, Roman finished eating, stood up to wash his plate, and broke the silence.

“Well, I am now definitely full. Thank you for the food Patton, it was delicious. If any of you guys will need me, I will be somewhere in my room. Just text me if y’all want in as well.” Roman said, grabbing the towel and drying his plate. He put it back in the cabinet and headed out to the stairs, waving goodbye. The others waved back and continued eating before Patton spoke up.

“So, how was your day, guys?” He asked, waving his fork around. Virgil shrugged and Logan finished his bite and put his fork down.

“It was alright. I caught up on a few chapters of my current story, and it is honestly frustrating how the two main characters cannot realize that they both share mutual romantic emotions. It’s such an overused trope, but I can’t help but getting attached to them.” He held his cup to pour the lemonade into it, and took a sip of it.

“Hey, does it happen to be called Romeo and Julio? Roman was talking about it earlier. It seems nifty, I may check it out.” Virgil asked.

“Unfortunately, you are not the only one that Roman has told. I read the first few chapters with him, and I found it interesting how the story of Romeo and Juliet is told in the eyes of this author. It is great, and I can’t help but continue reading it.”  

“Aw, isn’t that snazzy? What is it about, Lo?”

“There is a boy named Romeo and one named Julio, as the title tells, and they meet when they are paired for a school assignment together. It starts off as a basic romantic story, they dislike each other immensely until friendship starts and feelings arise. I find it...interesting.” Logan responded, finishing his lemonade and placing the cup on his empty plate. “Well, thank you, Patton, for the meal.” He got up from the table, placing the cup and plate in the sink, washed it, and left. Patton turned to Virgil, who still had food on his plate.

“Wanna go watch Tangled after your finished eating?” He asked.

“Sure, why not?”

Roman ignored the brightness as he brought the library, opening his eyes slowly as it formed. He breathed in a deep breath, glancing around the room. It was on the small side, being around the size of a really big walk-in closet. From his knowledge, all four of the sides fit in there, but it didn’t mean he recommended it, as it was a tight fit. He barely had to reach out to be able to touch the books. The bookshelves were full of books, from fantasy to thriller, and each reached from the floor to the ceiling. They were all, in some way, stories that Thomas had read throughout the years that Logan let him keep. Not all of them were actual books, and not all of them were good, but it was alright. It kept Roman entertained on really boring days.

He looked through the selection of books, seeing if there was anything new. He already knew there wouldn’t be; nothing gets into his realm without him knowing. Finally, he picked a book that he had read so many times it was falling slightly falling apart. Only slightly. Okay, that was a total lie, he had had to remake it many times, and even then, he still had to be careful while opening it. Roman held his book gingerly, holding it tight when the room disappeared under his feet, expecting the bright light to replace it, but it didn’t. Instead, it was a different room, a place he had never been in.

Roman observed this odd place he now found himself, the walls almost a black with white trim. There was little lighting, but he couldn’t place where it came from. The room, which was no bigger than the library was, most likely smaller than that, only had one thing; a door. It looked fairly normal, a yellow wooden door...until you looked down at the doorknob. Roman leaned down to look at it, or rather, leaned down as much as possible in such a small room. The handle was shaped like a hand that was extended for a handshake. The hand had a glove over it, a yellow glove. A yellow rubber glove, that is.  

“Looks like someone’s hand modeling for a dish soap ad,” Roman muttered under his breath, poking the hand. It didn’t move.

He poked it again.

The same results.

Feeling a sense of security, he hesitantly grabbed the hand as if to shake it, and pulled on the door. The door wouldn’t budge. He pulled harder, starting to get frustrated that the door didn’t move even the slightest. After a few minutes of yanking at the door hand-le, Roman noticed something passed under the door. His heart stopped. Crouching down, he picked up an envelope, thin and black. His hand was shaking as he stuck his finger underneath the flap, carefully prying it off of the bottom flap. Roman gently pulled out the letter from the envelope, feeling his breath shorten. What on earth was going on? The letter was a clean cut, peach, and had only four words written on it in a white curly font, each barely legible but big enough to be understood.

‘Is it a deal?’

Roman felt panic crawling it's way up his throat, and if this was a normal situation, he would jokingly blame Virgil. But this wasn’t a normal situation, it was terrifying, and he couldn’t get out of it even if it was his room, his realm, and out of all things, that's what scared him most. If he wasn’t so lost in his thoughts, he wouldn’t have noticed that the walls started closing in until he felt the wall to the right against his arm. Frightened, he screamed, noticing it wasn’t the only wall closing in. He grabbed the hand again, pulling on it with all his strength, feeling his heart race as the walls closed in more and more. Was this just his imagination, or was this actually happening? What was happening? Why didn’t the door just move?!

Roman felt a jolt, and glanced back down towards the letter, reading the words once more. A deal? Like a handshake? At this point, he didn’t care, he just wanted to get out of there. He ignored all the parts of him screaming that he knew exactly where this was heading, as a storyteller himself, he knew, but at this point what else could he do? Roman shook the door handle, feeling his tears dry as a bright light filled what was left of the room, his eyes burning.

“Salutations, Roman. I’ve been expecting you.”

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The Snake Gets a Snake

A/N: This is what happens when you ask your teacher for a name, ok

Ships/Pairings: Remy/Sleep x Deceit 

Word Count: 626

Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, snakes 

Nothing normal stays normal in the Sanders mindscape, there is always something happening. Virgil was curled up next to Patton, watching videos of cats, dogs, and occasional birds, while scrolling through Tumblr. Patton played with Virgil’s hair, it recently being dyed purple again. Logan sat across the room at the dining table, a pile of books Thomas recently read next to him, one of the books titled He Scared My Knight. Odd? Yes, fairly. Which is why Logan was reading it once more, hoping to make some sense of it.

Roman sat on the floor in front of the coffee table, a handful of crayons, colored pencils, markers, stamps, and pens in front of him, as well as an assortment of other craft supplies. He had several sheets of paper all around the table, as well as a Sofia the First coloring book from Patton.

Remy sat on the kitchen counter, the stairs, stood by the lamp, the TV, he was basically everywhere, looking for the right angle to take a picture. He finally took a picture that satisfied him, and he sat down on the couch, on the opposite side as Patton and Virgil. The room was mainly silent, aside from the few chuckles here and there from the couch buddies.

Until Dee walked in with a freaking SNAKE wrapped around his neck.

“Oh. My. Gosh. Dee, what in gay hell?” Virgil shouted, getting as close to Patton as he could, who was fairly pale and as close to the couch as possible. Dee blinked, face not showing emotion.

“This is my son.” He turned to Remy. “This is our son.” Roman screeched when Dee walked a step closer to him, stumbling to get his crapload of supplies away from the snake. Remy snickered.

“What’s our son’s name?” Remy asked, standing to Dee’s right, pulling his shades down to look at the snake. Dee chuckled, looking back from the snake to Remy. “Shaniqua.” Remy laughed.

“Well, I, for one, am very proud of our son,” Remy said, patting the snake on the head. Everyone’s eyes (besides the pair) were bulging out of their heads.

“Remy, that snake could LITERALLY KILL YOU,” Logan said, cowering behind his seat at the dining table. Remy chuckled.

“It's a corn snake, couldn’t hurt anyone in this room.” He said, placing his hand on Dee’s left shoulder, subtly pulling him closer. “I will not have you offend our son, Logan.”

“HE IS NOT- oh my f-, ok, you know what, I’m done, just stop bringing random wild animals in my presence, or you are actually going to kill me.” Logan fumed, grabbing all his notes (and books), and rapidly sinking out. Roman followed suit, picking up all his art supplies in fear of what Logan had said.

Virgil shifted slightly, releasing his tight grip on Patton’s hand for it, hands clasped together gently rather than murderously tight.

“You sure it won’t kill anyone, Rem?” He asked, Patton, resting his head on his shoulder.

“Gurl, do you doubt my snake knowledge?” Remy laughed, pressing a kiss to Dee’s cheek, causing the side to blush lightly. “I’ve done my research.” Virgil rolled his eyes, tugging on Patton’s hand slightly, standing up. He shuffled closer to the other pair to look at the snake.

“Well, as long as you keep it in y’all’s room, I’m fine with it.” Virgil shrugged. Patton let go of Virgil’s hand and walked up to face the small snake.

“Hello, kiddo. Shanequa, you said?” Patton laughed. “I’m a grandpa now.” Virgil rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

“Well, not that I don’t love standing in the living room watching Dee’s snake, but I’d like to get back to watching cat videos,” Remy smirked.

“Shaniqua.”

“Shut the hell up.”

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A Snake (Finally) Falls Asleep

A/N: Writing? On this blog?? It’s more likely than you think. (I happened to finish this on Remy’s birthday, so Happy Birthday Our Kween, just killed two birds with one stone :^)

Ships/Pairings: (Pre)Platonic/Romantic Roceit (You decide!!)

Word Count: 3,171 ;^)

Warnings: Sympathetic deceit, negative thoughts

Everything about Deceit’s life was a lie. Literally, seeing as they were the personification of lies, every lie Thomas had told, was going to tell, and other random lies that had sprouted here and there. He even spoke in lies when he was very nervous, or angry, or upset, or anything, for heaven's sake! Unless of course...he acted like someone else.

Being Deceit was annoying, to say the least, and none of the “light sides,” or so Roman had dubbed them, really liked him. He wasn’t good enough for them, but he was more similar to them than they thought. He liked baking sweets, even if they failed horrendously, he still...semi-enjoyed them. Due to the cold of his room, he had his own hoodie, which he tried to make using scraps of fabric he managed to find. It...didn’t turn out well, but it kept him warm. Sometimes.

He enjoyed reading, he really did, but books were something he couldn’t make, and it's not like the light sides had many books littered around. All he had was a few children's picture books from when Thomas was a kid. Dee picked one of the small paperback books from his nightstand. It was called Don’t Let the Pigeon Ride the Bus [A/N: ;) ], and it had a very simple story, but Dee had grown up loving it. It was one of the few books he managed to get, and he read it before he went to bed. Sometimes he managed to sleep easily, other times he hardly sleeps, other times he sleeps too much. He really didn’t have a schedule.

What Deceit had in common with the side that created them all, and probably regretted creating HIM, was theatre. He actually really liked theatre, he liked acting, he loved the feeling of being someone else. To take on a different character, to become them. He had gotten pretty good at it if his impersonation of Patton had anything to say about it. He regretted that occasion a lot because he messed up. Really, really bad. He shouldn’t have revealed himself, and now he has to take on the lying, awkward, rude persona that is Deceit. I mean, yes, it was himself, but he didn’t mean to hurt anyone or make anyone upset. He was just really, really bad at communicating, so his jokes came across as...mean.

When Dee was especially tired of being his snake-faced self, he resided to working on his story. It wasn’t much really, just a normal person in a group of friends. He worked on the character, he had pinpointed every single detail about them, he had several stories where they hung out, got into shenanigans, the whole cheesy teen movie deal. After all, he had a lot of time to do it.

Though he wouldn’t admit it, he found he inserted himself into the main character, or rather, inserted who he wished he was. He wished he didn’t have to lie. He wished the others didn't hate him and his stupid snake face. Dee brushed his fingers over his scales, gloves scattered somewhere in his room. He felt each stupid scale, the edges leading into another one until they stopped at his neck.

Robin, the main character of his story, did not have scales. In fact, Robin was a normal person. They had a normal face, with eyes that had normal pupils, and did not have to wear an excessive amount of clothes to hide their scales. Their hair was soft and didn’t have knots, it wasn’t a frizzy mess. They also had friends, good friends, that didn’t hate him or pretended to like him. And when Robin wasn’t a boy, when Robin was an enby, they didn’t mind it. Robin felt comfortable enough to tell them because they knew they’d be accepted.

Hot tears fell down Dee’s face as he held up his drawing of Robin. Sometimes Dee didn’t feel like a boy either, but really, who was there to tell that, too? He didn’t have anyone to talk to except his own thoughts. He wanted to talk to someone, he wanted to be told that he was valid whether he was a boy or not, and that he was loved. Deceit rubbed his eyes, wincing from the pain of rubbing accidentally rubbing against his scales as well. He got up from the floor, grabbed his not-really-a hoodie, and did his best to try and sleep, telling himself that out there, there was someone who loved him. Out there, there was someone who cares about him.

But he can tell a lie when he sees one.

Deceit sunk into the mindscape, or rather, the version of it for the “dark” sides. They didn’t like to be called a dark side, but they knew they were one nonetheless. They walked over the darkly lit kitchen, opening the fridge slowly so that no one would hear them. They didn’t know what time it was, and frankly didn’t care, but they didn’t want to wake anyone up. They searched through the few things there, grabbed a cheese stick, and sat in the corner, next to the couch, where no one could see them, to eat it. Suddenly, they heard someone come into the room. They pulled their knees up to their chest, trying to make themselves as small as possible so they wouldn’t be noticed.

“Alright, gurl, we both know you’re here and in the need of some dire “Sleep time,” so I came to the rescue. I’m such a gentleman.” Remy announced, Starbucks in hand, looking under the table, in the hallway, kitchen; anywhere someone would hide. Dee held their breath, quickly sinking out into their room.

Dee opened their eyes to find themselves in the corner of his bedroom. He slowly crawled up onto his bed, looking for his book, something to calm him down from the scare of Remy finding him. Remy did that sometimes, but usually only with the “light” sides. They would pop up, scare them, and convince them to take a break from whatever and just sleep. It was weird for it to happen to Deceit.

They looked through the clutter in their room, looking for their book, when they felt a warm wave pop into the room. Crap.

“Gurl, why are you ignoring me?” Remy said, walking over to where Dee was, crouched on the floor, looking through a pile of misshapen, honestly looking terrified. “What's wrong, hon? Cat got your tongue?” He laughed, pulling his shades up to make eye contact with the jittery snake. “It's alright, you don’t gotta talk. Whatcha lookin’ for?”

Dee looked down at the pile. First off. Why was Remy in his room? Second of all, how on EARTH would they describe that they were looking for their book. From there, why would Remy even help? Remy wasn’t a side but still passed through Thomas’ mindscape from time to time to make sure the man got some sleep every once in a while. His visits were contained to the light sides mindscape.

“Well, you’re looking for somethin’, Dee, so, like the awesome person I am, I’m gonna help you find it,” Remy said, taking off his shades, looking through the pile. He glanced at Deceit every now and then to see if he could notice a reaction. Really, right now Dee was very confused and surprised at being given a nickname. Remy noticed that there was no response from Deceit, so the thing must have not been in the pile.

“Hm, not here then. C’mon, gurl, let's go look in the other piles.” Remy extended his hand towards Dee, who cautiously took it and got up. They searched through three other piles until they finally found the book. It was under a fabric that Deceit had, as well as a couple of unfinished crochet projects. Dee held it up, standing and sitting on the bed. Remy got up and sat next to them.

“Favorite book?” Deceit nodded, running their fingers over the cover. Remy watched silently, glancing from the book cover to Dee. They looked up, making eye contact with the personification of sleep.

“Do you want me to read it to you?” Dee blinked, surprised, slowly nodding. Remy smiled softly at them, shifting onto the bed, patting down next to them for Deceit to sit. Dee hesitantly crawled across the bed to sit next to Remy. “Get comfy, queen, ‘cause I’m a bomb storyteller.” Waiting until Dee cuddled up next to him, Remy started reading the picture book.

Deceit wouldn’t admit it, but Remy indeed was a good storyteller, adding his attitude and comments in every once in a while, making it a pleasant experience. Dee didn’t really know if they should trust Remy, but being read to wasn’t something terribly bad, especially since the other was radiating heat. Dee snuggled up closer to him, feeling their eyes shut slowly. That was the magic of Sleep, huh? Sort of a Midas touch.

Dee dozed off slowly, totally because they didn’t have a choice due to Remy’s ability, and not because it was nice to sleep knowing someone may protect you from the night terrors. Remy closed the book and set it aside. He looked down at Deceit, who was sound asleep. His work here was done. He smiled gently and put his sunglasses back on. Creeping slowly off the bed, he “sunk out”; if you could call it that. After all, he’s not exactly a side.

Remy stood in the dark sides kitchen (of sorts), and decided that he may as well get some tea while he’s at it. He started to heat up the water and searched the kitchen for any mugs. He found one that had a nice little rainbow on it...accompanied with the words life is hell. How sweet.

He filled the mug with hot water and dropped his tea bag in it. As he waited for it to become legitimate tea, he started to get lost in his thoughts, lost in this thing we call the void…

Remy was strolling down the hall, in the search for the restroom to tidy his makeup up a bit. He was about to check a door when he heard sobs coming from down the hall. He tried to ignore them, opening the door: not a restroom. Again, the sobs continued. Remy tried to ignore them, he really did, but the sounds of the weeping coming from behind the door were nerve-wracking, even for Sleep.

He leaned against the door to listen to what was happening. He could hear the sobs, and a distant voice saying some...honestly awful things. Then, all of a sudden, the voice was saying brighter things, words of love and affection, but without a change of the angry tone. It seemed to cause the sounds of the side crying to increase. Remy opened the door a smudge: it was Deceit. Crap.

Now, as much as Remy helped the light sides, because they were “the main ones” and it affected Thomas more, he wasn't really sure that his job included helping the dark sides sleep. Yet, he couldn't stand this feeling to help Deceit after seeing him all...shattered like that. He looked so tired; not just from not sleeping enough. Remy didn't really know what to do but...he decided to ignore his gut and walked quietly to the dark sides “living room.” More of a dead room, honestly, it was quite drab.

It wasn't his job to take care of the dark sides. They were bad, and that's final. Then again...Remy sighed. It's not like he wasn't a total jerk sometimes, heck, the light sides were too. And though, yes, Dee was on a different scale…(A/N: oh puns) it wasn't really right to leave him alone, was it? Remy felt someone enter the room, and when he turned to see who it was, he simply knew what he had to do.

Remy grabbed the mug and leaned against the counter, pondering the events of earlier. Dee wasn't that bad. They were actually adorable, in a way. Remy smiled. Deceit was sleeping soundly now. Mission complete.

He placed the mug into the sink, threw away the tea bag until he was off on his merry way. Except...it turns out Dee was not sleeping soundly.

“Sssleep? Are you there?” The snake-faced side walked into the kitchen, cheeks with clear tear tracks, hair messy, eyes frantic- searching. They shivered and walked around until they made eye contact with Sleep. “What are you-? Nevermind, it's sssstupid, sssorry to bother you…” They stammered, crying, turning around to exit the kitchen.

Remy pressed his lips tight together. On one hand, he could leave, he had the chance. He could just forget this didn't happen and have better tasting tea in the light sides mindscape. But...he didn't really give Dee a “good night sleep,” did he? That was kind of the point.

“Deceit, wait.” Dee turned to glance at Remy, not facing him directly but stopped nonetheless. “What aren't you in bed, sleeping?” He wanted to add “you look tired as hell,” but that didn't seem appropriate for the situation.

Dee sucked in a breath. “I...I was scared brave...”

Remy winced. Oh. “Dee...I'm sorry, I thought you'd be able to sleep on your own, I shouldn't have assumed-” Dee held up their hand.

“Sss’kay.” They said, ready to shuffle away from the conversation before it got awkward (at least more than already) and they made Remy upset (or more upset. They could never do anything right, could they?). Their mind was already racing, and they were really cold, so they may as well go back. They were already walking away (again) before they felt a hand on their shoulder. Dee immediately pulled away, spooked and surprised by it.

Remy pulled his hand back, not wanting to make Deceit feel uncomfortable. They stood there for an awkward twenty seconds, just kind of staring and blinking until Remy finally spoke up.

“Deceit. I'm sorry I left. It's my job as Sleep to make sure you actually were able to do so. If you'd like, I can still help you fall asleep.” Remy said in a serious tone.

“...if I'm not bothering you, I'd be grateful unappreciative for you to help me sleep,” Dee responded quietly. Sleep nodded, and Deceit turned back to go to their room.

“Dee, where are you going?” Remy asked, puzzled. Dee turned around, for what felt like the millionth time, a pang of fear striking through them. Oh gosh, they messed up, didn't they? “Your room is way too cold, I don’t know why I thought you sleep in there, I’m sorry. We can go to the mindscape. It's much warmer and has actual blankets.”

Dee stared at Remy with wide eyes, muttering, “..they don’t like me, I won’t be allowed in.” Remy gave them a sympathetic look. “Deceit, they won’t kick you out. I’ll make sure of it.” They took in a deep breath. “Yeah. Okay. I’ll go.”

Remy and Deceit were in the mindscape and awkwardly sat in the beanbags in the corner. Remy quietly sipped his tea and internally sweating bullets. He took a long sip, glancing at Dee from the corner of his eye.

“So, how’s life been recently? Mine has been so bland, I seriously have nothing to do half the time. You?” Remy smiled softly at Dee, trying to make the atmosphere more amiable. Deceit looked over at Sleep, blinking slowly, and then looked down to face the floor.

Dee muttered out his answer, “I don’t do much, I guess…I read a little, I, um, I like to sew a little. I’ve tried baking before, but it didn’t turn out that well, but I’m still learning. Sorry, I’m kind of boring.”

“Nah, you do more than I do. Baking is pretty cool, though it's freaking hard to get it right. I would burn water if I tried.” He laughed and turned to completely faced Deceit. “I tried to make a cheese sandwich once and ended up with a crispy melted lump of bread. That’s why I stick to Patton’s cooking, and Virgil isn’t that bad at it either, despite being an absolutely nervous-wreck.” Sleep chuckled to himself but realized Dee wasn’t laughing with him. “Something wrong, Dee?”

They glanced at Remy with a nervous look on their face. “They..they really don’t like me. Especially not Roman, he hates me the most. Virgil...he…” Dee stopped mid-sentence. They looked back at Remy and gave him an awkward smile. “Sorry.” Remy returned it with a sympathetic look.

“It’s fine. I understand, when people don’t...are you alright?” Dee had their knees up to their head and had their face hidden. He awkwardly put his hand on their shoulder. “Hey, it's alright.” Dee immediately tried to shrug off his hand, panicking even more, tears streaming down their face, breath rapid.

“Sorry...I’m sorry, I just, I got spooked, I’m so sorry, I just, I-” They started muttering unintelligible words, trembling. Remy didn’t really know what to say or do, so he awkwardly tried to console them, but wasn’t really succeeding. It took a while for Dee to calm down, around ten minutes. They took in a deep breath, and wipe their eyes. “Sorry, Remy, I freaked out. I understand if you want me to leave.” He looked at the distraught side, feeling sympathy for them.

“It's alright, Deceit. It’s not your fault, and it's not mine, at least I hope.” He gave Dee a bright smile. Remy sighed and extended his hand to give Dee the option to hold it or not. They hesitated but held his hand. “You alright now? It's okay if you aren’t.” The look in Remy’s eyes was so sincere, but Dee couldn’t help but distrust it. He hated them, he hated their guts, it's impossible for anyone not to. They were so lost in their thought they didn’t even realize when they leaned into Remy and they started hugging. They didn’t realize when they started crying again, or when the other started stroking their hair, not letting go of their hand. One thing they did realize was when Remy started whispering his best attempt at words of comfort.

“It's going to be okay, alright? I have no idea what your problems are, and I don’t know how to help, but I’m here, alright?” He mumbled, pulling Dee closer. The words made them feel...safe, honestly. Deceit pulled back for a bit, staring Remy in the eye. He had pulled his shades up at some point, he wasn’t sure when. Maybe this whole time he didn’t have them on, and he just didn’t notice. It didn’t matter.

“Thanks. I’m really, really grateful. That isn’t a lie.” They hugged Remy again, feeling a state of relaxation wash over him. Remy pulled Deceit closer as they fell asleep. He sighed contentedly.

“You really are an adorable dork, Dee.”

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I’m not dead. I’m currently working on something, but I wanted to know if anyone actually would be interested in a sympathetic deceit fic.

Would anyone read it? I’m going to write it nonetheless, but I do want to know.

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please reblog if you’re a writer for the sanders sides fandom

it’s for a big masterpost coming out soon, so please don’t reblog if you aren’t a writer or if you aren’t comfy being on the list! thank you!!

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Your writing is amazing and you are not trash (speaking from personal experience) you're sweet and kind okay. You're absolutely fantastic and you're fics are a gem okay. So you're not trash and you're fics aren't trash got it.

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I Love You

A/N: I tried. I’m not so good at fluff, but I’m really feeling it, so I’m making a ficlet.

Ships/Pairings: Romantic moxiety

Word Count: 204

Warnings: None

Patton ran his fingers through Virgil’s hair, smiling softly as the other viewed his phone. “What you looking at, sweetheart?” He asked him, in a voice akin to a whisper. “Speedpaint,” Virgil replied simply, shifting closer to Patton. The soft smile grew with delight. Patton absolutely loved this. The calm, silence that made him feel peaceful. The warmth of Virgil laying with him on the couch. The softness of Virgil’s hair as his fingers made contact with it. It was perfect.

Virgil's eyes met with Patton staring at him with a goofy grin. “What?” Patton’s only response was a kiss to the forehead. “What??” He repeated, with a hint of a slight laugh in his voice. Slowly, as to not make Virgil uncomfortable, Patton got up slightly. “Just…you. How much I absolutely love you, and how I will never stop, and how I am so lucky to have you.” Virgil’s cheeks flushed in response, causing him to place his head on Patton’s shoulder to hide it.

“I love you too, Pat,” Virgil said, before giving Patton a small peck. “Your honestly the light of my life.”

The two lay there before falling soundly asleep, cuddling each other, with no intention of letting go.

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Requiem (Ch. 4)

A/N: Did you think I forgot about my child [this fic]? I did not. 

Ships/Pairings: Platonic moxiety

Word Count: 1014 

Warnings: Besides implied death, none. What a surprise.

One  Two  Three  - Five

He was tying his sneakers when Patton walked in and asked where he was going.

“I forget the name of the place, but it's a coffee shop that's part of a bookstore. Want anything?”

Patton gave him a soft smile as he took a spot next to him on the couch. It was then when Virgil noticed how dark circles were starting to grow under his eyes. “Not right now, but thank you anyway, kiddo!” His voice sounded strained as he spoke. “A-are you alright, Pat?” Patton nodded, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on. As he flicked through shows, Virgil grabbed his keys and shoved them into his pocket. He was about to start playing his music when he heard Patton whisper something.

“I’m sorry, I didn't hear you. Can you repeat that?”

“Oh, nothing. I hope you have fun.”

Despite being concerned, Virgil said bye to his friend before he locked the door behind him.

He got in his car, plugging in his headphones and playing the music (finally).  As he turned up the volume, a text came in.

Dad: Hey, kiddo! Actually, would you mind bringing back a cookie for me? :)

Virgil chuckled as he read it. Patton had a sweet tooth. He should probably bring one home for Logan as well, as the nerd seemed to have the biggest sweet tooth of them all. He sent a reply telling Patton that he would get him a cookie, and that he’d see him later.

He walked to the cafe door, opening it, noticing that there was a bell attached to it. It rang, even as he shut the door closed, hoping not to make a bigger commosion than necessary (while it wasn’t loud, it seemed like it to Virgil). He looked around and found Isaiah, who had chosen a table in the corner of the room, near a big window. Walking towards the table, he paused his music and shoved his phone deep into his hoodie pocket.

As Virgil walked closer to the table, Isaiah looked up and noticed someone walking in his direction, dressed in dark clothing. “Hey.” Virgil muttered once he sat down across from him, giving a quick smile. “Hello, there, Virgil! How are you doing today?” Isaiah asked. “I-I’m good...you?” He cringed at the response he had just given, but then again, he was garbage at small talk. “I’m doing fantastic, especially now that you’re here. Anyway, what do you think of this place? It’s very nice isn’t it?” Virgil looked around the cafe, noting that, yes, this actually was a nice place. The colors weren’t bright or overwhelming, a majority being shades of brown and plain, old white. There were designs all over the walls, the white carved into the brown, in perfect harmony. Plants are in practically every corner, but it’s nice. Another thing Virgil liked about this place, something he noticed when he walked in, is that the atmosphere is very calming.

“Yeah.” Virgil responded, smiling a bit. Isaiah smiled back, making eye contact with the other. “Do you like to read?” He asked. Virgil nodded. “It’s very calming at times. My friend actually runs a bookstore.” He commented. “Your friend must have been destined for it then. Not everyone can run a bookstore. Customers can be idiots. Do you have a favorite book? You don’t have to answer that one, I know it’s one of the most difficult questions on the planet.” He smiled at him. “Uh, well, I um...it is a difficult question.” Virgil stuttered, returning the smile with one that was less confident. “That's alright! It’s hard for me to decide as well, because there are so many great ones! Have you ever read or watched Death Note? It’s something I am currently really into.”

“Death Note? Yeah, I’ve seen it. Have you seen the new live action? I haven’t gotten to yet, but I’ve heard it's not good compared to the anime and manga.” Virgil said, gaining a little more confidence as they started to reach a topic he was more familiar with, well, he was better at talking about. “I saw a few minutes of it, but I never did finish it. I do know Ryuk looked scary as hell.” They both chuckled. The conversation went like this for around thirty minutes more, trading topics of interest, only stopping to get something to eat (which was the whole intent of this meeting).

They explored the actual bookstore for around 45 minutes afterwards, looking around to see books they had read in the past, and ones they wanted to read. Soon enough, though, Isaiah said he had to leave, as he had to some errands to run, so they both shared their goodbyes, and he left. Virgil got the treats he promised Patton, and went home, smiling bigger than he had in awhile.

Virgil sat next to Patton on the couch, opening the small bag he brought, handing a couple cookies to his friend. Patton happily munched on the delicious treat, cuddling next to Virgil while they both watched a movie Patton had on TV.

“Hey, Virgil?”

“Yeah, Patton?”

“Do you think...do you think Roman misses us?”

Virgil looked down at Patton, noticing how his eyes were red, and how he sniffled in the midst of the silence, awaiting a response. Virgil gave Patton a sad smile, before extending his arms out, letting Patton slide into them, and holding the other in a tight embrace. “I love you, Virgil. Don’t ever forget that.” He whispered, hugging Virgil as tight as he possibly could. Virgil ran his fingers through the other hair, and whispered back. “I love you, too, Pat. What on earth would I do without you?”

Patton shuffled closer to Virgil, sniffing every few seconds. Soon, he dozed off, causing Virgil to start smiling. After making sure that his friend was asleep, Virgil continued to watch the movie. It was about 30 minutes into Aristocats. A Disney movie. Virgil sighed as he pressed his hand over his eyes. Everything was just a reminder, wasn’t it?

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How They Shine

A/N: Hello again! I've had a lot of fun with these prompts, not gonna lie. This was written and edited on mobile so there could be minor mistakes :) enjoy!

Ships/Pairings: None

Warnings: Gay slur, cursing, bullying (implied), let me know if there are any more!

Logan looked up at the sky, watching the stars scare the darkness away and light up the world. It was about a quarter moon that night, and the stars were clearly visible. He loved this. He loved being able to see the beautiful sky, how the stars shone, filled with promise. One day, he hoped he would be a star. Metaphorically, of course, as no one can actually be a star.

Well?

Technically, we are all made from the same matter that was once a part of a star. So, if we base it off of the facts, then we are all stars. He smiled. What a stupid, cheesy thing to say...but it's comforting. It's very hope-filled, how everyone in this world is related to something so many adore. It’s...it's a nice thought.

During the progression of the night, his eyes started to close as he became drowsy. It was around 2 AM when he decided to go back home.

He fell asleep peacefully, thoughts centered around the wonders the natural world provides.

Logan and his parents were watching TV in the living room when the question came.

“What do you think of the city, Lo?”

Logan laughed. “I do not enjoy it, no. It's crowded and loud. While I am fine with visiting there, I most likely wouldn't be able to live there permanently.” His parents awkwardly looked at each other when he finished his answer. “Why do you ask?” Logan asked them cautiously. His parents exchanged looks.

“Well, Logan, your aunt is….awfully sick. She needs someone to take care of her.” His father started. “...and...we've decided together that those people are going to be us.” His mother finished. Logan almost choked on his food. “You mean we're going to move there!? This isn't permanent, is it?!” His mother awkwardly shrugged. “We'll have to see how things go, son.”

She smiles at him, trying to break the awkward tension, but failing epically. Logan’s jaw practically dropped. “You're kidding.”

They were not.

His mom parked the car. “Well, Loganator, this is it! Your new school! Aren't you excited?!” The stink eye Logan shot at his mother was a clear response. He knew he was being rude, that he should care about his aunt and her health, but he didn't want to be here!

“Goodbye, mother.” He snapped coldly, slamming the car door behind him. He walked right into the crowd that had formed in front of the door of the school, everyone waiting to get it. Everyone had either already joined their friend groups or they were clearly looking for them. It was then when the doors open, and the students all pushed and shoved to get out of the cold.

Logan was reading while the teacher was giving instructions. Usually, he'd be avidly paying attention, but right now? He couldn't care less. He just wanted this day to be over. The teacher stopped giving instructions and the students started conversing in between table groups. Logan was sat at a table with two guys, both whom had a nasty vocabulary.

“Gross, dude, you're so gay!”

“Fag!”

The insults would be thrown from one to another, neither realizing how Logans face was getting red with anger behind his book.

“Can you guys shut up?! Gay isn't an insult, and that's a fucking homophobic slur. Stop acting like assholes. It's like if I said the N word. It's a slur, it's offensive, and it's just disgusting to think others believe it's okay.” The two glared at Logan, who just realized everything he just said. Oops. His bottled up anger was slightly let out and now….well, basically, he fucked up.

Really, really bad.

Logan climbed up the steps, each step feeling heavier than the last as if he had chains attached. The more he walked, the tighter they became. Once he entered his aunt's apartment, he practically flew past his parents, ignoring anything they said. He walked straight to the balcony, opening and slamming the door behind him. He slid down it, taking in a deep breath, opening his formerly clenched shut eyes to see…..

Nothing.

There wasn't anything to see.

The sky was just….dark.

Logan started to sob. Nothing was going well. His day was already terrible as it was. Not this. Anything but this. The city lights…. they're too bright.

“...please….no….anything but this….” Logan whispered, letting out choked sobs.

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Couldn’t Hurt A Fly

A/N: What is this? Another post? In the next two days?! Yes, I have come back with another fandersangst challenge entry, this time for Virgil’s laugh and Patton’s love for dogs. Your welcome. 

Ships/Pairings: Platonic moxiety

Warnings: Negative thinking/thoughts, suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt mention, aggressive dog, blood mention

Virgil's laugh was like music to Pattons ears. It was small and bright, and it was even cuter when Virgil tried to hide it, but failed and ended up laughing even harder. His kiddo was precious and deserved the world.

For Patton, every chuckle, giggle, shy smile from Virgil was worth the world. He loved being the reason for him smiling. He wanted to be the reason he smiled. No matter what, his smile was worth it and made his heart swell.

Or so he thought.

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“OH MY GOODNESS IT'S A DOG, LOOK AT THE SWEET PUPPY, VIRGIL!” Patton squealed, jumping up and down in his excitement. The four had decided to take a walk through the neighborhood that day, and they so happened too come across a neighbors dog. Virgil chuckled at Pattons excitement, but the smile quickly disappeared to see the sign on the fence in front of said dog.

“Patton, the sign says beware dog.” Virgil's brow furrowed in concern as he turned to his friend who hadn't stopped jumping since he saw the dog. “Beware how cute they are! Look at them, Virge! They couldn't hurt a fly!” This didn't stop Virgil from worrying, though, and he walked behind Patton as the other closed up on the dog. Patton squealed. “Hey buddy!” He chirped, hand reaching out for the dog to sniff it.

“Patton, I would suggest heading the warning. There will most likely be many dogs in sight on the walk that will be much friendlier.” Logan stated, becoming a little frustrated as Patton ignored his words. Roman placed his hand on Patton's shoulder. “Padre, maybe you should listen to Logan on this one. Old E=MCNerd here may be annoying, but he's not stupid.”

He shook his head. “It's alright, guys, I got this-!” Patton started, before being interrupted by a loud barking. Virgil quickly went to his rescue and grabbed Patton by the shoulders, pulling him away from the fence. “Patton, you have to be more careful!!” He scolded.

Patton simply shrugged. “I'm a stranger to them, they won't like me right away.” He gave the others a reassuring smile. “Animals are just defensive, which in a way, we have in common-” “PATTON WATCH OUT”

He looked at where Virgil was pointing, which was the dog, on the other side of the fence.

Holy crap.

The others slowly walked in the other direction, hoping to avoid conflict, but Patton stood his ground. “Cmon Pat!” Virgil urged. Yet he ignored Virgil's protests and stood frozen. The dog barked at them, and didn't look very happy. At all.

Patton was stuck in the same position, frozen in fear. Even as the dog started charging for him, he didn't move.

Until someone pushed him to the side.

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Logan grabbed the bandages from the closet shelf, taking the box to the living room.

“Are you alright, kiddo?” Patton whispered, red in the face, looking at the bite marks on Virgil's hand and leg. “It kinda stings a bit? But I'll be alright. Believe me when I say I've been through much worse.” Virgil answered, way too calm for what just happened. “He'll be alright, Patton. There is nothing to worry about, as Virgil for the most part is unharmed.” Logan reassured.

“But there's blood!” Patton protested, tears stinging his eyes.

“Oof, Loli-Pops, this is nothing compared to previous injuries he's-” Virgil jabbed Roman in the stomach cutting his sentence short. It would be best not to worry Patton even more.

Patton whimpered, wincing as Logan placed a bandage over two cuts on Virgil's  hand and leg. “Once again, Patton, he'll be fine. Just think twice before you say something can't hurt a fly.”

“W-what injuries have you had in the past, Virgil?” Patton said in a hushed voice. “Remember when we went roller skating?” Roman asked. A couple months ago, they had gone roller skating, and Patton decided to surprise hug Virgil, which ended with both of the crashing into a tree.  Patton looked shocked. “I-I thought Virgil said he was okay!” Wide eyes gave a heartbreaking look towards Virgil. “...I thought you said you were okay!”

“I’m sorry, Pat, I didn’t want to hurt you-”

“But I hurt YOU. Why are you sorry?!”

“When am I not?” Virgil sighed. “Patton, I’m okay now, seriously. I just had a large bruise for a while, but I’m fine. You’re worrying more than I do, and that's saying something.” Then he laughed. It was bright, full of life, and would usually make Patton’s day.

But this time it wasn’t with him.

It was at him.

He stood up, shocked at what he was just told, and started sputtering apologies. The others tried to calm him down, but he shook his head and ran up the stairs to his room.

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Stupid.

How many times will you hurt him?

He’s been hurt enough.

He doesn’t need this.

He doesn’t need you.

You say you care?

Then prove it.

Patton sobbed into his pillow, the thoughts of horrible acts clouding his rational thinking. “No, no, no! I can’t...I can’t do that….not to Virgil...not to any of them…” He argued (really to himself), but the thoughts kept coming.

Can’t make their lives easier? You really are selfish.

“It won't! They...they want me here. I know that now...I can try to again. It'll hurt them.” He whispered. Yes, he knew that this was him talking to himself. Yes, he knew he was being very stupid, but honestly, what other option did he have? He couldn't tell the others. He'd hurt them so much already. Imagine, if he'd hurt Virgil that much in the 6 years he knew him, then what about Roman and Logan, who he knew all his life?

He hated this.

He hated being afraid of everything.

Afraid of his own friends.

The only people who care about him.

He was a monster.

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*looks at the fic I just posted*

Would you care if, say, anyone wrote about this?

Virgil singing “Love Like You” to Patton tho

like

“If I could begin to be / half of what you think of me, / I could do about anything, / I could even learn how to love - “

and

“I always thought I might be bad, / now I’m sure that it’s true, / cause I think you’re so good, / and I’m nothing like you.”

and

“If I could begin to do / something that does right by you, / I would do about anything, / I would even learn how to love like you.”

just

VIRGIL SINGING “LOVE LIKE YOU” TO PATTON