Sanders Sides One-Shots

In my Blood- Moceit

Deceit was never particularly welcome in the Mind-Palace: the main sides didn't trust him, they didn't like how he always seemed to lie, and he didn't improve his situation when he took Patton's place in one of Thomas' videos; and he was pretty much despised between the dark sides who shamed him for who he was and the way he looked. All things he had little to no control over. It got to the point where he took don all the mirrors in his room and avoided his reflection at all costs.

When the shaming got more violent and they arrived as far as beating him up and trying to rip his scales off of his skin, he didn't fight back. He let them torture him and then went back to his room, trying to patch up his wound without the use of a mirror. As time went by he started to leave his room less and less to avoid getting hurt by the sides he shared that part of the mind with and the glares both main and dark sides shoot him every time they saw him.

But when the secondary sides started to pull cruel pranks on him while he was asleep, taking away the only place where he could feel safe, he couldn't take it anymore. Taking his pillow and blanket he silently made his way towards the part of the mind where the main sides lived, too exhausted to try to cover up the bruises on his face.

When he got there, he put his things on the couch and laid down, trying his best to get comfortable and not think about the possibility of getting hurt, finally falling into a dreamless but agitated slumber.

***
When Patton woke up that morning, he didn't expect to find someone laying on the couch, so he was surprised to see Deceit sleeping on it from the kitchen entrance.
He slowly walked towards the sleeping side, confused by his presence, since he was not usually around them.

Only when he was right next to the couch he was able to get a closer look to the snake like persona: there were dark circles under his eyes, some of his scales looked like they had been ripped off and his face was covered in fading bruises.

Patton just stood there for a few seconds, staring, a hand over his mouth and his eyes tearing up slightly, before grabbing the blanket that must have slipped on the ground during the night and gently draping it over the sleeping trait.

He want back to the kitchen, lost in thought, and started to make pancakes for the other four sides and himself; what happened to Deceit? Why was he sleeping on the couch and not in his room? What would the other say? Would they send him back to the dark side of the mind without even letting him explain himself? They never really liked him, and when he took the moral side's place the dislike they felt for him only intensified, ev n if Patton never hold a grudge against him

He took the food off the stove, putting on a plate all the pancakes that were well done and observing the two that came out a little smaller, debating on whether or not include them with the others.

Just as he was about to put them down, deciding that they were just as good as the other he heard Roman entering the room, his royal attire already on.

"Good morning Padre!"

"Ssshhh!" He immediately interrupted the creative side, pancakes still in his hands. Noticing Princey's confused look he sighed.

"Deceit is sleeping on the couch and he looks exhausted, so try not to wake him up." He explained in a hushed tone, realizing his mistake only a little too late. Luckily Patton was quick enough to staff one of the small pancakes in the royal's mouth that was already open and about to scream a loud and dramatic 'WHAT?!'.

"Why is Deceit asleep on our couch?" Logan asked entering the kitchen, ignoring Roman's offended noises, his usually monotonous voice laced with annoyance.

Patton didn't even have the time to answer and scold him for not keeping his voice down, that Virgil came storming to the kitchen.

"What the fuck is that snake doing here?!" He asked, the volume of his voice high enough to wake Deceit up; the lying side just shuffled a bit though, acting as if he was still sleeping, knowing that he wouldn't have been able to handle the yelling he would have inevitably got.