Every story is part of the bad things happen bingo. They will all be sanders sides (because that's all in good at writing). I'll make sure to put trigger warnings (I'll probably just put the prompt as the tw since most of them are pretty self-explan...
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Patton was always looking on the bright side, always ok. He was ok through everything. He'd been a bit down whenever something happened, like when his boyfriend said they should take some time apart, but he always bounced back in time. Or so it seemed. In reality, Patton was... really not ok. It'd been a month since Remus said they should take some time apart, but he'd cried every day. Even though they weren't officially over, it still felt like it. And he only felt worse when he found his best friend, Virgil, dead in his house. Died of an overdose, autopsy said, but it didn't matter how he died, it just mattered that he was dead. Since then, Patton's mental health had declined significantly. At first, he clung to his remaining friends, followed them around like a lost puppy. And eventually, it seemed like he was doing better, at least so he could be alone sometimes. Patton started to withdraw from the group, keeping to himself more and pretending to be ok. He had been planning this for a week. He'd saved up enough of his antidepressants that he thought it would be enough to end it. He didn't care that he had a therapy session later that day, by the time anyone worried, he'd be gone. He pulled the curtains closed in his apartment and sat down on the floor of his bedroom. He'd already written two letters, one to his friends and one to Remus, not that Remus cared anymore. He stared at the bottle of pills in his hand, hesitating. "No one cares anymore. You'll just be a bother to them." The thought kept running through his mind, over and over again. He finally poured the pills into his hand, and slowly popped one into his mouth. The bitter taste quickly took over, but he ignored it and one-by-one popped the pills. By the time he finished the bottle, he was feeling quite drowsy, so he turned on a slideshow of photos of the good times, curled up with his octopus plushie, and let the drowsiness take over.
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The first thing he heard was beeping. A rhythmic, repetitive beeping. He didn't open his eyes yet, the darkness seemed so comforting. But something felt wrong. This was wrong. He groggily opened his eyes, to see nothing but blurry blobs. Only one moved, but he could barely register what happened before he was pulled into a tight embrace. "Ow..." he groaned softly, and the blob let him go. "You're alive! Patton, what the fuck were you thinking?!" The voice sounded familiar, but in his barely conscious state, he couldn't place a name to the voice. "Glasses?" He croaked, and the figure quickly handed Patton his glasses. He put them on, only to see Remus. He instantly teared up and looked away. "I thought we needed a break..." he mumbled. "Yeah, a break, but I never wanted to break up! It was a lie, ok? I wanted to surprise you, so I was gonna go work out of state somewhere that paid a lot better, so I could take you to Disney for your birthday!" Remus explained quickly, and pulled Patton into a slightly softer embrace. Patton stayed quiet for a few moments. "How'd you find out?" "Picani. He called me and told me that you didn't show up for therapy." Patton sighed. "I forgot you were my emergency contact..." "Well thank goodness I am, and thank goodness I still had that spare key into your apartment." Patton nodded slightly and yawned, and curled up in Remus' arms. "You promise you're here for good?" "I promise. Now get sleep, alright? We can talk more later." Patton simply nodded, and soon dozed off to sleep. He was still far from ok, but he'd get there eventually.
_________________________________________ Author's note: I'm back! Prolly not consistently, cuz college, but I'm back at least for this chapter. It's currently 4:30 am, and I spent the last who knows how long reading Patton angst, and wanted to write some. Also wanted intruality fluff cuz I love that ship. But yea, I hope y'all liked the chapter! If I do write more anytime soon, it'll prolly be Patton angst and/or include intruality. If I missed any trigger warnings, please let me know and I can fix it. Anywho, I'm gonna duck quack out now and try to sleep, so goodbye!
