The Golden Rule || Sanders Sides AU

Tired

Hey guys!! Here I am back atcha with another chapter! This one's pretty intense too, but don't worry about our dear little Patton. He'll be fine. *totally shouldn't worry you now* Some things get worked out here, so I'm not kidding when I say don't worry. But also worry. A lot.

Warnings: Violence, unnecessary cruelty, yelling,  lack of self-care, blood, lying

If that doesn't concern you, nothing will!

Enjoy!

Patton was tired. That had been the worst night of his entire life, assuming it was daytime now. D's room had no windows, but it had an electric clock on the floor near the bed, and Patton wasn't sure if it was AM or PM at the present moment. He struggled weakly against the ropes, not even trying to stop the tears from rolling down his face. How had everything gone so wrong? He just wanted to help people, that's it! He couldn't care less about himself, he just wanted everyone else to be happy. But that was impossible now, he'd messed up. If he'd just stopped thinking of himself for one minute and stayed in the apartment, everything would be fine. Virgil and the others wouldn't be in danger, D wouldn't be in his place, and Patton would have gotten sleep. Not that the last one was important, but Roman usually did go to bed when Patton did. D didn't know anything about Patton's role, he'd probably screwed it up already.

Patton flinched slightly when eight tiny feet patterned across his neck, more tears welled up in his eyes and he whimpered through the duct tape. He hated spiders, and D's room was full of them. It really was awful that he lived in such a place, and Patton wished he could help. But, seeing as he was tied up in the dark without his glasses, that would be very very difficult. He hadn't slept a wink, his head was still pounding and he was sure that meant he had a concussion, and D was probably hurting his friends at this very moment. Today was not a great day. Not to mention it was unbearably quiet, Patton wasn't a fan of the quiet either. There he went, thinking of himself again. This was really going to mess things up.

Suddenly in the silence, Patton heard a click and turned his head quickly toward the door just as it opened and D stepped inside, turning on the light. He was still dressed as Patton, foundation and all, but he seemed beyond irritated as he slammed the door and stalked over to him. Patton's eyes widened as D's hand stretched out, but he still wasn't prepared for the violent slap to the face.

"Why do you even exist?!" D hissed. "Everything would be so much easier, honestly! You're exhausting, do you know how hard it is to be annoying on purpose?" his words stung, and Patton tired to force down his feelings like he usually did. But the tears wouldn't stop coming.

"Oh, you're pathetic!" D said, grabbing Patton's face and making him look up. "Infuriating, if it wasn't illegal you'd be dead already."

Patton was glad he couldn't talk because the urge to point out that kidnapping was also illegal was overbearing. D snorted in disgust, shoving Patton's face roughly away, making the chair tilt slightly. Patton squeaked in fear, but the chair just fell back onto its legs. D smirked.

"What, do I make you nervous?" he snarled, spreading his arms. Patton didn't acknowledge the question, and D laughed. "I really hope I do, Patton. Because you've made my life absolute hell." he forced eye contact again and Patton shuddered. "So, I'll just have to do the same for you."

And then he was gone, walking down a small dark hallway Patton hadn't noticed before. He tugged desperately against the ropes, even though he knew it was useless. D was gone for a few minutes, which was enough time to make Patton extremely nervous. What exactly did he mean by making Patton's life hell? And why was he taking so long? He was probably trying to make Patton freak out, and if that was his plan he was definitely succeeding.