Sanders Sides (and more) One Shots

All or Nothing

Tensions high, lives lost, strategies debated, leaderships questioned, senses of familiarity shattered. If you're not dead, you're damn close to floating side by side with spirits of your comrades.

EMERGENCY MEETING

As the clock ticked and tensions rose, the fate of the ship depended on Dark Blue, Black, and Purple.

"We're diminishing in numbers more than we're increasing in progress!" Logan proclaimed whilst trying to keep a straight face.

"You're pretending not to freak out! How do we know that's the only thing you're pretending?" Corpse questioned as he was flipping his knife.

"What about you, Mr. Knife Flipper?" Virgil accused.

"I always carry the knife to feel secure no matter the job! Everyone knows that!"

"This is getting us nowhere! What started as 8 live members of the ship has turned into us and 5 spirits consisting of one of the Imposters, the Jester, and 3 crewmates. From what I've gathered from wandering the ship and checking the cameras, rather than gathering information and strategies from anyone we could, we all instinctively stuck with our familiar groups and drove each other hectic. We remained confident in ourselves rather than keeping open minds and the most good that has done was get Toast kicked off the ship. Either the reactor takes us or the remaining Imposter takes us, so we need to figuratively get our heads out of our butts and be productive!"

"If the list before the round was correct, then there were supposed to be two Imposters, the Jester, and the Sheriff!"

"Excellent memory, Virgil. No one has claimed to be the Sheriff yet. Which of you can claim it?"

Purple and Black glared at each other before looking at Dark Blue and raising their hands simultaneously.

"Then we shall take a page out of Roman's book and skip in order to orchestrate a duel. As Imposter and Sheriff, each of you should have a pistol in your possession. After the count of 10, you two shall fire at once and it'll determine whether crewmates get the defeat or victory."

SKIP

As preparations were being made, the Rose ghost, Roman, was floating to a music player with the hopes of setting the mood. He floated his way to the kitchen to make use of the eternally boiling oil and fixed a bowl of popcorn while humming. Once it was done and bowled, he made his way to the remaining ghosts.

"Got any threes?" he heard the voice of the Red ghost ask.

"Go fish," answered the Cyan ghost with the flower on his head.

As Roman made his way closer to the group, he couldn't help but chuckle as he saw Red, two Cyans, and Green socializing.

"You've played Uno, right?" Patton asked the green ghost.

"Oh yeah, you should've seen how it went for all four of us," Sykkuno responded.

"We should play some time.  Logan wouldn't want to be on a team with me, but if he plays with you and I play with Toast, we might even the playing field. Dos teams of dos while playing uno can make unfairness vanish without a tres," Patton stated.

"Okay, jokes aside, how can you be sure that would even the playing field?" asked Toast, the Cyan ghost with the mustache.

Before Patton could respond, Roman declared, "Guys! I got us popcorn, I got us some music to set the mood, let's go see our emos duke it out"! All the ghosts floated over as Virgil and Corpse faced away from each other and Logan backed away. As they were munching on popcorn as well as ghosts could, Toast couldn't help but chuckle from his own knowledge.

"Virgil Sanders."

"Corpse Husband, sir."

"Can we agree that duels are dumb and immature?"

"Sure, but your partner had to answer for his word, sir."

"With his life? We both know that's absurd, sir."

"Hang on, how many men died because Toast was malicious and ruinous?"

"Okay, so we're doing this!"

The pistols out, the ref far from ricochet, the ghosts on the edge of their seats...

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10! PLACES! FIRE!