Sander Sides Oneshots And Stuff (REQUESTS ARE OPEN)

Backstory (No ships)

(So I'm OBSESSED with Everett.

Can you blame me, I made them.

It's like a mother to her child; you must bring them up EVERYWHERE.

So yeah.

In following chapters I might post my own fanart, so be ready, ig.

WARNING: it's gonna be trashy. Both this story and the upcoming fanart I draw.

Angst/fluff

Tw: kidnapping and food, I guess. Idk how to explain. You'll see.

But don't risk it if you don't wanna.

Quick note: Everett started as a Light Side. And they want people to need help, so they can help them. I think it's called DPD (dependant personality disorder).

Okay enjoy!)

"Everett! We need you!"

How I've LONGED to hear those words.

Like seriously, LONGED.

Logan takes my job now.

He's nice enough, but he's a little...pushy.

I walked down the stairs, humming along to 'Little Miss Perfect'. Hah, if only.

"Heya Evie!" Patton said, greeting me with a plate full of cookies. "Have a cookie!"

I smiled sadly. "Logan said sugar is bad for your memory, but thanks Pat!"

Patton drooped slightly. "It's okay kiddo, whatever is right with you."

"Thanks Pat. Maybe another day?" I say, like I usually do.

"Yeah!" He smiled.

I sighed sadly once I had walked past Patton. I always refused his sweet food, whether cookies, cake, pastries, anything. But Logan said sugar is bad for your memory, so safety first!

Even if it means hurting your friends.

Patton understands, doesn't he?

*****
"Heya Roman, Logan!" I said, walking to the two Sides were; on the couch, playing chess.

"What's wrong?"

"Nevermind, we figured it out."

"What happened?"

"Roman was upset the king couldn't go further on the board and started arguing how useless the piece is and how it's the most important but moves the least.

General stuff."

"Yeah, general stuff. You sure you don't need me anymore?"

"Nah, it's fine. We figured it out."

I drooped sadly. "Oh ok. That's fair." I walked my way to the staircase.

Maybe Patton needs me? I gotta fully apologise anyway.

I walked into the kitchen, seeing an array of dirty dishes. I picked one up to start cleaning it, remembering the cleaning methods Pat taught me.

"Nevermind cleaning, Evie!" Patton said, appearing behind me.

"GAH! Oh hey Pat!"

"Heya kiddo. You don't need to clean those!"

"Why not?"

"Watch this!" He snapped his fingers, and all of a sudden the whole kitchen was beautifully cleaned.

Thomas came up, and started preparing for a video.

"It's an Asides video, so Everett, you don't need to come."

"Yeah, don't worry Everett, we don't need you." Roman said.

I know he didn't mean it in a harmful way, but it still hurt.

Alot.

C'mon Everett, you're used to this.

"You sure y'all don't need me?"

"Yeah, yeah," Roman said, dismissively. "It's just an Asides video."

"I've never been in an Asides video!"

"Maybe a later time, okay?" Patton said.

"Okay..."

I went up to my room. Words aren't meant to hurt me like that.

I usually love my job as a Side.

The only problem as Memory? Every bad, mean, snarky, harmful remark will never be forgotten.

Every insult.

Every fight.

Every problem.

I can't do this anymore.

I sneaked out of my room, to the Dark Sides section of the Mind Palace. A small tunnel in the wall led me here.

I've never been here before. Getting up from my crouching position, I look around at my surroundings.

It's beautiful.

The whole thing, black. It had a sheen to it, like crude oil. Jewel bugs decorated the walls, giving it a regal look.

It was very much like the layout of the Light Sides rooms. Only, smaller and WAYY cooler.

I took a few steps in, marveling the beauty of the place, when I felt a hand around my mouth, and another few holding me imprisoned.

"Mhmhhhhmmhmh!" I struggled, trying to break free.

I felt something bash me on the head, and then nothing, for I had blacked out.

*****
"Wha- where am I?" I murmured, arousing from my sleep.

"Good, you're awake." A familiarly-dressed man waved at me.

"Roman?" I asked, confused. "When did you get a mustache? I thought you hated mustaches?"

"He does, does he?" 'Roman' asked. "Anyway, I'm not Pissy."

"Pissy?"

"Princey."

"Ah. Then who are you?"

"I, myself am the Duke, or Remus, his twin." The strangely dressed man said.

"He has a twin?!"

"...yeah? Did he never tell you?"

"No. So is this whole area of the Palace yours?"

"No." A dapper man showed himself.

"Woah. Who are you?"

"Dec-"

"Janus. His name is Janus."

"It's DECIET!" the dapper man hissed.

"What happened to your face?" I asked.

Half of his face was snakelike, which was strange. No side had face markings.

The snake glared at me. "Must we keep them?" He asked Remus, not tearing his eyes off me.

"Pleaseeeee? Look at them! They're ADORABLE!" He said, squishing my face.

"Umm, can I be released from these, umm, bonds? Why am I tied up?"

"Why not? It's kinky!"

"Oh eugh!" I cringed at Remus. "That's gross!"

"Welcome to the family, person!" They walked away, smiling.

"Umm, I'm still tied up. WAIT, DON'T GO! HELP! SOMEONE!"

(Ta daaaa.

I hope you enjoyed that.

Very random, ik.

Take it easy, patties!)