-Sander Sides Oneshots-

10.Roceit-The Wedding

Ships: Roceit

Warnings: Drinking, alcohol abuse, and self hatred.

Thomas sat in the far corner of the wedding hall next to a friend of Lee. Thomas didn't know what her name was, but she was providing great background noise as he sat and watched Mary Lee and Lee's dance numbers. So was a glass of wine in his hand. The night seemed to drag on forever as he listened and watched Lee's friend get more and more drunk. He wasn't much of a drinker, but if tonight was any indication, he was easily persuaded if it meant he could "fit in". So he joined the sea of drunk friends in singing praises to the newly married couple. Soon a couple of vans vans came to take the drunken back into town.

"Ya coming Mr.~" Lee's friend called, slurring her words.

"I think I'll walk into town, thanks." Thomas replied. He was too drunk, but he had never drank this much before, and he wanted to think by himself for a little while. Clear his mind. It seemed to be jumbled.

As he walked he felt himself disperse. He felt funny every couple feet he took. His steps starting to slow down. His feet started crossing over one another. He giggled as he stumbled and tripped. He fell to the ground. The moon was shining brightly.  He turned around to see his reflection in a puddle. But there was none.

Roman didn't know where he was. He looked out into the night to see the entrance of a town in view. The Mindpalace didn't have the capacity to create such a complex town, and he was certain that he didn't order the Imagination to create something like this. His head had de-fogged from whatever Thomas had drunk earlier, but he desperately wanted to feel numb again. So out he ran into the night to find a bar in the town.  As he neared a bar which was conveniently placed at the front of the town, he started recognizing the similarities in the town to town that Thomas lives in. He didn't pay much more attention to where he was and went straight(lol whoever makes a gay joke I swear to the gay god...) into the bar.

After aimlessly watching drunk men dance as he drank, he heard a voice.

"Hey Roman~" A man whisper into his ear.

"Get lost snake." Roman spat. Deceit sat down next to him at the bar.

"How did you know it was me darling?"

"Your voice." Roman replied. He knew Deceit's voice very well. It haunted him in his dreams and nightmares.  Not to mention it was sort-of hot. Not that Roman would say that out loud though. " Also, don't call me darling. I'm not a damsel in distress."

"You seem like it sweetie. What's wrong?" He pried.

"Why do you care?" Roman sad, almost inaudible into his empty glass. " You're just a good for nothing, two headed liar." Deceit flinched.

"Mhm. Just tell me. I assure you I care for a good reason." He said, ignoring Roman's last comment. Roman couldn't hold it back any longer.

" I just..I don't think I'm doing Thomas any good. Sure I provide him with his creative sense that makes him so successful, but what else do I do? I deprive him of pride and self confidence. None of the fans like me. All I can do is come up with witty nicknames that the other hate. All I do is...hurt others." Roman cried into Deceit's shoulder. Deceit held him close as he cried.

"Let's go to the palace so we can talk about this elsewhere."

"Where is the palace Deceit? Where the hell are we anyways? How are we even talking to each other without Thomas here?" Roman started crying out in fear. " Where his Thomas? Where are the others? Why are you being nice to-" Roman was cut by Deceit kissing a tear off of his check. Roman started at disbelief at the snake.

"Good. Now that you've shut up, I can answer your questions. We're in a version of the outside world obviously. I think we're trapped in Remus's side of the Imagination. But I can sense that Thomas has lost touch with us, meaning the others are somewhere in the Imagination as well." Deceit concluded, ignoring the flustered Roman. "If my theory is correct, that means the palace should be right there." Deceit said pointing to a wall in the bar.

"What are you talking ab-" Roman started, only to see that the bar around him was dissolving into the Imaginations' regular landscape, but a bit disoriented, because it was Remus' version. Sure enough, where Deceit was once pointing at a wall, there was a palace.

Roman felt dizzy. All the drinking had finally caught up to him, and he fell to his knees. Deceit helped him up and allowed Roman to use him as a crutch as they walked to the palace.

"Deceit," Roman started. "Why are you helping me?" Deceit huffed.

"Isn't obvious you knucklehead? I like you. Like a lot." Deceit answered, his eyes fixed on the place.

"Oh!"

Thomas sat up from the road, no longer feeling drunk. No longer feeling anything in fact. He looked ahead to find a familiar figure standing in the road.

"Logan? What are you doing here?"

"Thomas!" Logan said, acknowledging his presence and running towards him.

"I didn't know how to stop you from drinking and now they're gone! We're out and they're trapped inside!"

"Logan what are you talking about?" Thomas said confused.

"Thomas! We're out in the real world, we meaning the sides.We're trapped out here!!! Roman, Deceit, and Remus are trapped inside the Imagination!!  We can't get back in the Mindscape!"

Word count: About 953

Written:11/10/19-11/11/19

Published 11/11/19

Sorry I keep leaving one-shots on cliff hangers lol.