💫💀Drowning (rewrite) | Sanders Sides

Chapter 1

TW: arguing/shouting

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Roman's POV, first person

I open my eyes, and the first thing I notice is I'm in my bed. The rainbow blob torture attempt turned out to just be a nightmare. I turn to look at my alarm and notice it's only 4 AM, so I go back to sleep.

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I wake up again after a weird dream about myself, a knight, saving the princess from the dragon witch, both of which turned out to be me. Kind of odd.

My alarm beeps beside me. Grumpily, I reach to try and switch it off so I can get a few extra minutes of sleep, which will turn into a few hours (but that's the point), and instead of a button, I feel...

Spikes? Huh, Remus must've snuck in and switched my clock for his. I look at the time that the clock is displaying, an 80's-inspired neon green one, specifically, and it reads 11 AM.

That's great. Absolutely wonderful.

Now, while the clock continues to go off, I contemplate my options. After last night, I really don't want to interact with my fellow comrades. But that may be suspicious, and I don't want them knowing that something is off. If I sleep in now, then I'm bound to be woken up later and questioned why I wasn't up and at it at the crack of dawn. However, if I get up now, have breakfast, and pretend nothing's wrong, then come back to my room with the excuse that I didn't get a good night's sleep - which isn't a lie so Janus wouldn't call me out - then I'd be in the clear.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Oh yeah. The alarm clock is still blaring. How do I turn this thing off?

I slam my fist on it in frustration. It stops for a moment, then it starts to beep quicker than before.

Before I can stop it, it explodes. I didn't even know you could program a clock to also function as a bomb, but I guess you learn something new every day.

Logan must've programmed it. He and Remus hang out together quite a bit, and they both enjoy seeing me suffer, so it wouldn't be too surprising. Well, I'm assuming enjoys my presence, but he also likes science experiments, and if he can do that, he doesn't care about Remus' motives.

Anyway, I'm wide awake now, so I put my clothes on and walk out of my room. Everyone else is probably busy doing their job by so I should do the same if I don't want to seem out of the place; breakfast can wait.

As I walk down the hallway, someone cheerfully shouts, "Hi, Ro!" It sounds a lot like Patton with his high chirping voice, so I smile at him when he comes into view.

"Good morning to you, Mr. Sunshine!" I reply. "Why are you so cheery so early in the morning?"

Logan's sitting next to Patton with his nose in a book. He's wearing a dark blue shirt, which is strange because he always wears a black shirt, even when he's asleep. I look closely and notice the novel title. The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie. Logan must have read that book at least 6 times by now.

"It's eleven in the morning, Roman," he comments matter-of-factly, not taking his eyes from the book.

"Well, I'm sure it's six AM somewhere. Wish we lived there," I grumble, "I wouldn't have to deal with you complaining about my sleeping habits!"

Logan looks up at me, his eyebrow quirking up. "We weren't even complaining..."

I decide to ignore him. "So, Patton, what are you up to?"

"Oh, nothing much. I just gotta give Thomas some good old happiness! He had a pretty bad nightmare last night, and I don't want him dwelling on it for a week like last time." Shoot, I was affecting Thomas that much? The others are surely gonna get mad at me for doing my job wrong.

"Do you think Remus has something to do with it?" Patton questions, "The dream, I mean."

No, of course not, it's just my own stupid insecurities flaring up because I can't seem to handle even the slightest bit of criticism. I know the reason, but I don't tell the two blue sides.

Instead, I say, "Maybe. But alas, I must get to work, so adios, muchachos!"

Both Patton and Logan seem confused, but neither shows it.

"Okay, bye kiddo," Patton mumbles, slightly disappointed. Logan just turns around and walks away, still reading his book, and Patton quickly follows. I swear those two have a thing for each other, but both are too much of a wuss to admit it.

The last thing I see from Patso is the back of his sky blue polo which he always wears, but the cat hoodie isn't tied around his shoulders for once. I guess both of those nerds had a change of fashion today.

I sink into the living room and to my surprise, both the snake and Jack Smellington are sitting on the couch, chatting. Well, not really, more angrily discussing what to do about Remus and Logan's "pranks." I'm sure they've had their fair share as well. My nightstand is probably in ruins from that bomb, and the glass of water sitting on top has most likely fallen over and soaked my sheets.

"Salutations, you two. Talking about what to do about Nerdy Wolverine and the Dookie problem?"

They simultaneously groan. "What a wonderful way to better my morning," Janus mutters.

Virgil nods. "I suggest banning the twins from social interaction with us," he adds.

As if on cue, Remus appears on the couch, sandwiched in between Virgil and Janus. They both hiss, one sounding like a cat, the other more of a sizzling snake ssssssss, which is a weird thing only those two can do. With how many things they have in common, I'm surprised they don't hang out more.

"Hey, how did you guys like my little present~?" Remus giggles and Virgil aggressively flips him off.

"Woah, double birds," I say, but the Dark Sides pay no attention to me.

Virgil instantly starts shouting. "You obliterated my signed My Chemical Romance poster! A limited-edition one, too! Do you know how long I had to wait in line for that!?"

"The bomb was also very comforting for Sherbert and Ink." I wrinkle my nose before remembering that those are the names of Janus's pet snakes. "They sure had a blast swimming through glass shards and-"

Remus laughs as if he hasn't ruined all three of our mornings. "Yo, you guys really need to chill. Come into my room tonight, and I'll show you how to relax~" Remus seductively moans, and Virgil pushes him off the couch and onto the carpeted floor.

"NO!" Both Virgil and Janus scream in unison, and not even three seconds later, they're throwing stuff while arguing with Remus.

I decide it's probably a good time to leave before I get dragged into this... mess, somehow, so I sink down into the unknown.

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A/N: Adios muchachos, if you haven't already read my comment, means "goodbye, young men."