Other Sanders Sides One Shots

Prank Wars

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Words: 1639

Genre: Fluff

Ships: None/Gen

Trigger warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, sympathetic Remus, live rats, lots of caps lock but no actual angry shouting

"No running in the house!" Patton cried, exasperated.

Roman and Remus shoved at each other as they ran into their room. Something crashed inside the room.

"Ow!"

Patton hurried to stand in the doorway, hands on his hips. He sighed. Roman was sitting on the floor, rubbing his head and pouting. Remus was laughing.

"Remus! What did you do?!"

"He pushed me!" Roman said.

"He deserved it."

Patton raised an eyebrow. "And why's that?"

"Because he did."

Patton sighed, putting his face in his hands. "Alright, come on," he shooed them into bed, "time for bed."

Remus slid into the bottom bunk, Roman climbing the ladder to his half. He pulled the covers back, and screamed, falling backwards off the bunk. Patton jumped, Remus breaking out into a fresh round of laughter. Dozens of live mice scurried out from under the covers and pillows, poofing out of existence.

"REMUS!" Patton hurried to help Roman up. "Are you okay?!"

"That hurt!" Roman whined.

Patton frowned, looking at his leg. "This is going to bruise..."

"I'LL NEVER WALK AGAIN."

"That's not what I-"

"YOU'LL HAVE TO CARRY ME EVERYWHERE."

"Roman, no-"

"I'M GONNA HAVE TO SIT ON A STOOL IN THE VIDEOS OR ELSE I WON'T BE IN FRAME."

"Roman. You're going to be fine!"

Roman threw his arm out, pointing at Remus. "You will pay for this!"

He laughed maniacally under his Disney villain themed blankets. "I'm sure."

Patton managed to get them to settle down enough to sleep, but he had no idea what was coming next.

The next day, Roman went to see Virgil in his room. It was one pm., but he was still sleeping, with his pet spider rested on his chest. Roman stayed on the far side of the room, holding his sword and staring at the insect suspiciously.

"Virgil-!" He stage-whispered. "Virgil!"

Virgil jumped up, catching his spider before it could hurry away. "Roman?" He scowled. "It's, like, five in the morning!"

Roman raised an eyebrow. "It's past noon."

He looked out the window, confused. "Whatever," he grumbled, standing to put Angel away. "What do you want?"

Roman put his sword away. "I need your help."

It took a long time to convince him. Virgil was insistent on not getting caught up in something like this, but Roman reminded him of all the harmless pranks Remus and Deceit have pulled on him.