i'm sorry i'm so fake (sandersides depressed patton story)

chapter 1

"ok have a good one guys, gals, and non binary pals! peace out!" Thomas  yelled out for his outro. he turned off his camera and looked at the sides standing behind him. "great job guys! that was great!" he told them. the sides thanked him and sanked out to the mind palace. patton was the first to get there. he started on dinner while the other side popped in and they went to watch a movie. a little bit after, thoughts started to fill his head.

"your nothing" the voice began.

this didn't seem to faze Patton, he just smiled wider.  

"your just a worthless nobody" 

tears was now in the corner of his eyes but he kept smiling. he couldn't focus on anything as the voice kept say horrible things that patton knew was true.

"your dumb"

"your a bad friend"

"you cant do anything right"

 patton was so focused on the voice he didnt notice that logan had come the check up on him.

"salutations patton, the others was wounding what was taking so long" logan's voice was monotone as ever. patton jumped at his voice, but didnt make a sound.

"patton? is everything alright?" logan asked his voice filling with a little bit of worry.

"oh yeah! everything is fine! the food should be ready now, ill set the table!" patton tried to reassure logan that he was ok, not know if he had convinced him he pushed him away from the stove and went to set the food up. after doing so the other sides came in and sat down. roman and virgil was talking and logan just sat there. patton told them goodnight for he didnt eat dinner. he went to his room and the moment he closed his door he let his smile slip. the voice stronger then before, began once more. so many words filled his head that he couldnt pin them down. before he knew it he was sobbing. he let the tears out, as he sank to the floor. soon after he just stopped crying, like he couldnt anymore. the words still filled his head but yet no tears. patton sat there for what seemed liked hours. he finally got up and walked to his bed, fell over and tried to sleep. 

time skip to morning

patton woke up from the pain in his stomach for he had not eaten. he put his glasses on and looked at his phone to see the time. 

"3:15" patton read as he got up off his bed and walked to the bathroom. he looked at the mirror above the sink and stared at it. the thoughts commented on his body again. 

"ugly" 

"disgusting"

"horrible"

the voice rang in his head as he opened a drawer, inside it was a razor. patton lifted his sleeve to show scars and cuts on it. he took the blade in his hand and lifted it to his wrist. 

"for every word, make another cut" the voice demanded 

patton did as he was told and once he was done, blood was dripping of him. he took the blade and washed it then he took some  bandages and raped it around his arm not even trying to clean it. patton went back to him room, sat on his bed and just stared at his wall until his alarm went off.

"9:00" 

"another day"