Sanders Sides Oneshots

Exhaustive Job - Part One

Request by: DonnaLawliet

Word Count: 1057

Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit and Remus, Patton being sad, pre-romantic Logince (sorry not sorry), bad humor

If I missed anything, warn me

I had to separate in two parts, because I got too inspired, sorry ;v;

Well, hope you all have good days—

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2:42 in the morning, an ungodly hour for anyone to be awake.

Remy came in the Common Area of Thomas's mind, with his traditional Starbucks cup on hand, sunglasses and leather jacket.

He needed to admit he was, in the least, annoyed at everyone. They seemed to want Thomas to pass out of exhaustion, because they didn't let the guy rest.

He could see a few lights on in the room's corridor, so, perhaps that had meant that at least some of them had a little of sense.

He went to the first door with a light on, a light blue one with lots of stickers and old drawings from Thomas. He could only guess that this was Patton's room. Remy tried to open it, but it was locked.

So, he tried to teleport there, thinking of happy things, like being at Starbucks while walking on a chilly night on September.

He popped in, but not making a sound, and saw that both Patton and Emile were there, sitting. While Emile was wearing his normal clothes, Patton was different from usual.

He was wearing the cat onesie, around his shoulders the cat hoodie, and he was not with his glasses, and he seemed to be crying?

"- a-and Thomas keep wondering if - sniff - his heart is not in the right place, and now I can only question myself! A-am I even doing - sob - am I even doing my job in the right way?"

The therapist only extended his arms for a hug, and Patton took it, holding on him and not seeming to let go.

Remy decided to duck out and leave the two alone.

Next one was a red door with Roman's logo in golden glitter. He opened the door, to see that no one was there.

He switched off the lights and swore that if Roman was in the Imagination, he would be personally put in a coma for two months by him.

Next, a simple wood door, with Logan's logo in dark blue. He entered and saw something Roman and Logan dancing together a ball dance, at the sound of Beauty and the Beast, them both with a smile.

He was quick to snap a pic of it, and send it to his gossip group.

They both only seemed to have noticed him standing there when he took the photo, and Roman flushed right away. Logan kept neutral.

"And that's the tea, sis."

"T-this is not what it looks like...!" The Prince said, trying to defend himself.

"Yeah, sure, hun."

"But it is not- ugh! Please explain to him what happened!" He said, putting a hand on his face.

"We were merely practicing Roman's dance, as Thomas is going to act as The Beast in a play a few weeks from now."

"Yeah, but, didn't we all agree that you'd focus on the script, since Roman already knows how to act as the Beast?" Remy added.

"Yes, but Roman was not contributing with the new script for the next episode of Sanders Sides, because he said that he, and I quote, 'needed a—"

"Distraction! Because focusing on one thing for too long is tiring!" Roman interrupted.

"He actually said that he needed att—"

"Ok, that's enough out of you!" He said, covering Logan's mouth, making the rest of his sentence incomprehensible, until Logan gave up and pushed Roman. The trait sipped more of his coffee, trying to avoid it getting cold.

"Ok, you're pretty cute and all, but y'all need to go to sleep."

"Wait, you want us to sleep when Thomas want to bring a scripted video, the shorts compilation and act in a play by November?"

"Yup, and you're going now so he can actually rest." He took Roman by his pulse and threw him out of the room. "Ok, now that he's gone, you're going to sleep."

"... Right. Let me change into something more casual." He took off his tie, neatly folding it and kept it in a drawer. "Done."

Logan switched off the lights, got to bed and seemed to, at least, be trying to sleep.

"Good night, Logan." He said, with a little smile, and closed the door, not bothering to stay for an answer.

He checked his phone and saw that both Anxiety and Deceit answered to his message, so now he knew that both of them were awake.

He decided to go to Virgil, since he was the closest door. A faded dark  purple, with his logo in grey. Of course that his light was turned off.

He opened his door, and saw him in front of a laptop, and with his back turned to the one with the sunglasses.

Remy approached the side, looking the name of the site he was in.

"... DeviantArt?" He said, and Virgil jumped and turned, definitely not waiting for him to be there.

"Please don't ever scare me like that again."

"K. Anyway, why you on DeviantArt?"

"Just checking out some fanfics from the Fanders."

"... Prinxiety?" Virgil shrugged.

"Most of them are Prinxiety, you can't blame me."

"True. But I'm putting you to sleep now." Before Virgil could say anything, he grabbed the laptop from the bed and closed it.

"Wh- hey! I was reading that!" Virgil tried taking the laptop, but Remy had put it out of their reach.

The trait did something unexpected. He put his glasses up, revealing his golden eyes, grabbed Virgil's pulses, and liberated a brown area

His anxiety increased, and he counterattacked with a strong purple area, but Remy didn't give up.

He added a strong wave of his aura, giving the room a smell of lavender, jasmine and chamomile, and after a while, Virgil couldn't hold his eyes open for much time, eventually passing out of exhaustion.

Remy grabbed the body of his friend, amused by the fact that he resisted his sleeping gas for so long. He took off Virgil's hoodie, and left him comfortably on the bed.

He closed the door, and realized that the lights in Patton's room were also turned off. So Patton, at the very least, was asleep.

He sighed, putting on his sunglasses and taking a sip of his beloved coffee. It was the last thing that the cup had. He looked at it, worried. He needed to do something before the caffeine hit him.