Sanders Sides Boiz Oneshot REPRISE

A Dream is a Lie You Believe In [Desleep]

This was a request by Slimy_snek_boi who honestly reminded me this was even a ship.

And please, whenever you request and I highly encourage you do, give me the details of what you want. Tell me the AU, tell me the characters sexualities/Pronouns/ethnicity of you want it to be a pride oneshot, tell me what kind of disabilities that you want me to represent for awareness, if you want it to happen in the canon mindscape, something about the plot, literally A N Y T H I N G please tell me! I hate going out on a limb to try and guess what you want. :)

STORYTIME!

Deceit brushed his yellow-gloved hand over the prosecution table in his room. He was back in the courtroom he used during the selfishness vs selflessness debate with Patton, Roman, Virgil, and Thomas. Not Logan because he was benched. Nobody dared to mess with Logan of the dark sides, for Logan was always the one defeating them at the end. But surprise surprise it was Roman's ego that ended up being their savior and Thomas went to the wedding, feeling sad and miserable but still supporting his friends and eating cake. 

When was he going to stop lying to himself? That's all Deceit is here for. He just wants Thomas to be an honest person and accept all these parts of himself, even if they aren't ideal. Is that so wrong? Apparently, if he's doomed to be deemed the antagonist of this scripted series. Deceit sighed and snapped, stepping back to see Thomas at the victim's chair and Deceit at the judge's appointed place. There were neither prosecutors nor defense attorneys, and the jury was filled with the rest of the canon sides including Remus. Oh, and Emile. Not Remy, for Deceit would never dare make a figment of him. Deceit spoke when the imaginative clone did, his voice carrying into the puppet.

"Thomas Sanders, you are guilty of lying to yourself. You deny yourself of any traits seen as negative for the sake of religious moralty and you refuse to see yourself as anything less than your ideal despite the fact that imperfections are required for humanity to be humanity! You cling to the concept of dreams and the future and how you can always improve while you neglect the present. A Dream is nothing but a lie you beleive in. The future you create in your mind is nothing but a facade. Stop lying to yourself and focus on yourself right now! Stop surrounded yourself in what isn't true and make what is true something you can finally be happy in for fuck's sake!"

Deceit was full on screaming now, the mirage deceit leaning forward over his counter and real deceit circling around Thomas like a snake hunting it's helpless prey. It was Kara versus Mowgli and he was ready to strike. The fake sides were all silent and scared in the jury and Thomas was terrified. Deceit liked this. That was a fucking lie. He hated seeing Thomas miserable. He was a part of Thomas! OF COURSE HE DOESNT WANT THOMAS MISERABLE!!! This is just the only way he knows how to get what he wants and what he knows Thomas needs.

Just like in the jungle book, the serpent doesn't get his meal. Deceit snapped out of it and the entire image of the sides dissapeared in a flash when a warm hand clutched onto his shoulder, telling him to stop. He turned around and saw the non canon side he refused to create a puppet of standing there, sipping some pumpkin spice seasonal depression and his sunglasses flicked down so his disapproving eyes could start into Deceit's heterochromatic ones. 

"Chill out babes. You're going way too off the rails. We need to have a talk. Fix the room now."

Deceit obeyed, clenching one first and using his other hand to snap. The entire room seemed to disappear and reimagine itself in the manner of a millisecond. Deceit sat down on the sofa in a very aristocratic room. There was a fireplace and a fancy rug and a class coffee table and everything. This was the kind of uptight and sophisticated house that deceit prefers. He's a classy bitch as well as a shady bitch. Shady bitches can be classy too! Remy sat down on his lap, not even next to him but on his lap like a spoiled rotten cat, and took a long sip of his pumpkin spice before reaching to set it on the table and talk through his boyfriend's issues.