Random Sanders Sides Stuff

Host #5

Virgil's P.O.V.
I sigh as Anger and Depression round the corner, Morality bouncing happily along behind them. It must suck for Jack, having three of his main sides be negative and all, not that he knows we exist. I hope that I don't mess this up for him, he's my first host so I need to take good care of him. Which means taking Anger and Depression's beatings and harsh words so they couldn't affect Jack as much. Yeah, life isn't the best for me either. Morality is nice though, he treats me like his kid, he's the only one of us to even reveal his name.
"Hey Micheal." I say to the brightly dressed side. His yellow long sleeve shirt practically lit up the room each time he walked in, not to mention he was always wearing a smile. Still is. He beams at me.
"Heya kid! What's up? Ooh, wanna hear a joke?" He asks happily. I nod, a small smile forming on my face. Depression and Anger groan, stomping out of the room.
"Sure, hit me." I say. He smiles wider.
"You know how birds fly in a V formation and a lot of times one side is longer than the other?" I nod "Do you know why that is?" I shake my head.
"No..." I say, confused but still smiling.
"'Cause there are more birds on that side!" He says happily, and I laugh.
Later that day the moody duo come into my room, smiling like maniacs. I sit up immediately, knowing something's wrong.
"Jack will be no more! You can go see him, there's no stopping him now. " Depression says, and they both cackle. I sink down, invisible to Jack, and see him holding a gun to his head. He closes his eyes, and I make him overwhelmingly anxious. He almost stops but I see Depression appear with a smirk. I hear a loud bang and feel myself weakening, crying over Jack's body. I grab his phone and call 911, but I know it'll be too late. I failed. I failed him. As my own vision goes black I make myself a promise. Never again will I be too late.

I open my eyes, another somewhat happy day in the mindscape. I go to join the other three once again, greeting them in the dim kitchen, the lights flickering a now usual occurrence.
"Hey Depression, OCD, Deceit." I say. They all reply gloomily. None of them are fierce or angry, we're all just sad and mopey. Though this did introduce me to some great music. We spend the rest of the day watching Alex through the TV that allows us to see what he's doing. At one point I fall asleep, that last thing I remember is Deceit saying something about my eyeshadow and a raccoon and OCD telling him off for his grammar, sounding more like a logical side than he really was.
I wake with a jolt, looking around wildly. I see Alex wandering carelessly through the streets, me falling asleep must've done something horrible to him. I try to make his nerves come rushing back to him, all of us in the mind becoming frantic. It doesn't work, and he walks straight into a speeding car, making my last memory the sound of the other two sides voices. I make another promise. Never again will I become negligent and harm them.

I have bags under my eyes, my nickname has become Insomnia. They don't know the real reason I can't sleep. The worry of falling asleep and hurting my host keeps me awake at night. Even if I could sleep I wouldn't, my own anxiety and my promise giving me reason not to. My eyeshadow makes the bags lighter if anything, and Creativity likes to point this out. A lot. Today is no exception either.
"Hi there insomniac." He says harshly "Get some sleep, it's affecting Carl and in turn affecting me." He growls. For once, I retort back.
"Whatever, Princey." I say, coming up with the first thing I think of. His white shirt with a wine stain down it looks like a prince's outfit. His eyes narrow.
"Don't ever call me Princey again, got it?" He growls out. I nod, acting unafraid. He seems to dislike me more now, but he won't hurt me again now, not that I've shown I'm not afraid to fight back. He runs off and gets into an argument with Elliot, or Logic.
"Stop being so dramatic, he doesn't affect Carl, you do." He says harshly, neither of them liking each other much. Creativity scoffs, storming off. Unfortunately, he heads into the control room, making Carl run to a bridge.
"If I can't live happily, no one can!!" He screams manically, making Carl jump with the thought of flying. I scream, but it's too late, I can't stop him.
As Carl hits the ground, I make another promise to myself. Never again will I go too far.

This time I knew the limit. I didn't push it, but I always kept in check. I am kinder, as I am the main side. However, this man held many malicious intents, and my rules dictated that he should be able to go through with them. No side called Morality ever formed, not even as a sub-side. This person was pure evil, and I had to sit back and watch his plans unfold. I sit down in a chair as he grabs a knife, hiding it in his coat and going to the park. He knows of my existence, and has summoned me before, so it is sometimes safe to sink down to him. As he gets to the park my nerves worsen, but I'm still kind to him, allowing him to think dangerously and not pay attention. As he snaps back in focus he realizes he'll have to do whoever is in front of him, and that person happens to be a wailing infant.
"Shh, Thomas it's alright." The mother comforts. The father calls her away for a moment and Phillip makes his move, taking out the knife stealthily and creeping up to the baby. Finally, something inside me snaps. I appear in the real world as fast as possible, stopping him from stabbing the child, who looks up at me curiously. Phillip jumps back in shock, accidentally stabbing himself in the chest. He yelps, falling to the ground stomach first, driving the knife through him so hard it comes out his back. I grimace, kneeling to the ground. This time though, I do not mourn. It had to be done, and I hope I can see the child again someday. I make one final promise, knowing that if I fail again I will no longer be a side, but a villain in another's imagination, waiting to be slain by a prince. Never again will I be too kind.

I blink as I form, my body the size of a two year old child. I am Thomas's anxiety now, but that's about all I know. I think about the little boy, almost laughing at the name coincidence. I am dark, making sure Thomas listens to me. I am still not sleeping, though it has become natural for me by now. I am constantly thinking about Thomas and what he's doing, never unaware so I don't miss a chance to save him. I never push him past his limits though, even if he feels like I have. If I had, he wouldn't be here right now. I grow up, each of the other three sides a painful reminder of my past hosts. Morality, always joking. Logan, correcting grammar and hating creativity.Oh, and creativity himself. I almost swore when I found out he went by Princey, but I used the name anyways. I used it to remind myself of my failures, and I continue to do so. Every time Logan corrects someone's grammar, I flinch. Every time I hear the name Princey, I shudder. Each time Patton makes a joke, tears form. My past really is a graveyard, it's ghosts haunting me wherever I go. We're in the Q&A, and Patton is making dad jokes again. We already know each other's names, well, all except mine. He makes a joke that makes me laugh unconsciously, but the second I realize the joke I slap a hand over my mouth, my eyes widening as I remember Micheal's last joke. I leave as soon as the chance presents itself.
Now we're all together, and I know why I'm the only one to realize the switch. The others don't know about Deceit, having never had to deal with a version of him before. When he reveals himself I hate him immediately. He doesn't have the same green scales or kind look that the Deceit I knew did. He had red scales and a snake eye, harsh energy radiating off him. But what he says surprises me most of all. I fire back an answer instantly not letting anyone see the pain that goes through my body, an emotional pang.
I walk into the common room when a thought occurs to me. I look over to the other three, who are watching Sleeping Beauty. The name Phillip causes a harsh flashback, but I ignore it.
"Hey guys? How did you learn that you could appear in the real world?"I ask, almost immediately regretting it.
"Someone saved Thomas from getting stabbed as a baby. We were watching through his eyes and someone dressed darkly appeared out of the ground and stopped him, but he disappeared after the man died, so we thought it might've been his side." Patton says, looking at me curiously. My entire face pales, and Roman jumps in.
"Hey, it's alright. We lived, didn't we?" He says. Logan sighs.
"Princey-" I cut him off quietly, staring into space, the horrible memories floating back.
"Phillip." I whisper, terrified. They all look up. Patton glances at the TV for a moment.
"Yeah, that's the prince's name but why-" I bolt from the room, rushing into the memory archives. I sprint to the baby section, picking up the clearest one. I see my old self, kneeling on the ground, and dive in.
I see the other sides, babies who couldn't talk at the moment. They're all watching wonderously as a strange man approaches, reaching inside his jacket. Logan becomes more interested as I appear, pushing a button so Thomas focuses on him more clearly. They watch me fade, hearing but not understanding my final promise. I'm pulled out of the memory by Patton, Roman and Logan close behind him. 
"You watched Phillip die." I whisper quietly. They share a concerned glance "You watched me die" I say, a little louder this time, not caring what they think anymore. They all look startled.
"What do you mean kiddo?" I scoot back, the memories swirling around me again. Though this time, since we're in the memory room they can see them, swirling around me. As I fall into one, they follow me wordlessly, seeing the past me acting normal and the current me curl up, trying to block everything out as words fly by.
"Heya kid!" Micheal
"'Cause there are more birds on that side!" Micheal
"You can go see him, there's no stopping him now." Depression
"STOP!" Me to Alex
"Whatever, Princey."Me
"If I can't live happily, no one can!!"Creativity
"Never again will I be too late. Never again will I be negligent and cause harm. Never again will I go too far. Never again will I be too kind. Never again." Me
The scenes were playing out as well, but I didn't bother to look up. It changed, now showing the cause of death for each one. I watch this time, now too numb to register anything. It's worse than the pain, because at least then I knew I could still feel. Now, everything is just empty. Almost colorless. I watch myself come too late, then form again hurrying to everything. I watch myself fall asleep, then form with horrible bags under my eyes, my clothing darker too. I watch myself get out of control, pushing too far, and form again in charge, kind. Too kind, and I see myself jump out, causing him to die. I see myself form again. Aware, dark, sleepless, limited, harsh. But listened to. It took all this time, but finally, I am listened to. I keep Thomas safe because he allows me to. I tried to save them all, even Phillip who died by his own cause, yet I failed. Self-deprecating, because it had been proven time and time again that I was useless. I gave up, ducking out, only to find it had the same effects as falling asleep did. Terrified, I returned. Not because I believed them, but because I couldn't let another one die. Meeting Princey and flashing back to another host, hearing Logan and flipping out, as he had been like two different friends. Patton, whose jokes were like Micheal's. Deceit, who cruelly mimicked two sides I knew and cared for. My past lives have made me who I am. If Depression hadn't gotten carried away with Anger, I would've always been happy. Laughing and joking with Micheal, I see the memories appear. Taking the beatings for Jack's sake, smiling sadly through them. If I had put my walls up from the start I would be a much different person. I remember the first time I felt actual rain. It was wonderful.
I walk outside, sneaking past Phillip who had fallen asleep on the couch. I run into the rain, laughing gleefully at the first actual rainfall I'd been outside in. I stare up in the sky, lost in thought. Will someone ever actually like me for me? The thought crosses my head, and I shake out a no, still smiling sadly. I sit down next to my past self, smiling wistfully. There's always a calm moment to be found, even in chaos. I'm no longer paying attention to the stunned figures of Patton, Logan and Roman, instead focusing on the feeling of the rain, the freedom of the memories finally being set free, not a burden I have to bear alone anymore.

Part two?