Sanders Sides Oneshots

Extravaganza (Remile)

Originally Published: May 1st 2020
Edited: May 11th 2020
Notes: I had to edit a few grammatical errors.

Emile didn't know why he'd agreed to come to the party. He didn't know why he's thought that a party that directly occurred after his work ended would be a good idea. Regardless of being the extrovert that he claimed to be, Emile was starting to regret turning up and just wished that he was curled up in his apartment, binge-watching Steven Universe until the early hours of the next day. 

Unfortunately, Emile wasn't at home watching cartoons or curled up with a good book. He was at a party, a party where his friends had seemingly abandoned him. 

Emile had been hiding for the past ten minutes in the bathroom which was situated on the top floor of the house at which this elaborate get-together was being thrown. He'd been cowering in the claustrophobic confinements of the pristine white bathroom ever since he'd lost his friends in the throng of intoxicated humans. 

'There must be a perfectly good explanation for this', Emile told himself, 'maybe they're looking for me right now, maybe they didn't just forget about me.'

'But what if they've abandoned you,' another voice whispered, 'maybe they purposely left you and are now having fun without you leeching onto them like a touch starved child.'

"No..." Emile hugged himself and stared into the rhinestone-rimmed mirror which hung above a marble sink, "Patton isn't like that."

The voices shut up after a while, leaving Emile to wallow in his thoughts and fears. The music from downstairs had switched from 'Baby One More Time' by Britney Spears to 'Welcome To The Black Parade by My Chemical Romance'. Emile wasn't a fan of the Punkish band and the tone of their music was harsh towards his sensitive ears. 

A loud tap-tap-tapping on the bathroom door forced Emile out of his thoughts and a slurred voice seemed to resonate through the oppressive space. 

"Hey, whoeva's in there, can I get a go in there?" the person on the other side of the door sounded high or at least drunk which scared Emile to a degree. 

He didn't say anything, not wanting to anger the unknown person but his silence seemed to frustrate the person even more. 

Emile sighed, telling himself that facing this one person couldn't be as bad as his current situation so he settled on allowing the stranger to enter the bathroom. He cautiously opened the door and moved out of the way as the man who had been segregated from Emile a few moments ago rushed in and immediately threw up into the toilet. 

"Rough night?" Emile asked nervously once the stranger had regained whatever composure that he'd had beforehand. The man was taller than Emile, his face mostly hidden by the large dark sunglasses that he was wearing. He was dressed casually in a plain white shirt which was partially hidden by the black leather jacket that the man was wearing. From his stance and fragrance, Emile could tell that the man was probably drunk. 

The man nodded and peered down at Emile and nodded. 
"Sorry that yeh had to see that hon,"  he slurred, "just had one too many beers tis all, I'm not used to anythin' other than coffee."

an awkward silence momentarily passed between the two strangers until the man spoke again.

"So why are ya hidin' up in here?" 

Emile didn't say anything, unsure of whether he should tell this unfamiliar man about his problems. Then again, all of the people at this party seemed to be a friend of Patton's so maybe this guy knew where Patton was. It was worth a shot asking.

"I lost my friends," Emile admitted bashfully, "it sounds childish but I'm not very good with parties."

The man nodded again, "You remind me of my homie Virge," he spoke, "he's not too good with this sort of crowd either, I know he's here somewhere but he's seemed to have vanished along with his other pals." 

Virge...? Emile knew a Virgil who's nickname was Virge. Was this the same person?

As if seeming to read Emile's thoughts, the man gestured to the open doorway where another song by My Chemical Romance was playing. 

"Virgie loves this band," the man smiled and removed his sunglasses.

The pair fell into silence again. The awkwardness made Emile uncomfortable, causing him to begin to play with the pink tie that he had forgotten to take off after his shift had finished. 

"How come you're all dressed up?" the man queried, "this isn't exactly a formal thing."

Emile shrugged, "I didn't have time to change for the party, I came here straight from work and didn't bring a spare change of clothes."

Wanting to change the subject, Emile settled on a question that he was rather interested in knowing the answer to. 

"I hope you don't mind me asking but what's your name?" Emile bit his lip at the awkward question but the other man didn't seem at all bothered by the question. 

"The name's Remy," Remy grinned, "and what's your name, doll?" 

"Emile."

"Cute name."

Emile felt himself redden at this compliment and turned away from Remy. 

"I'm just gonna call ya Babe 'cause I'll probably forget everything once I've sobered up a bit," Remy wrapped his arms around Emile's shoulders and breathed into his shoulder, "how about we help ya find your friends?" 

"We?" Emile asked, "who's 'we'?"

"Well us of course," Remy hummed, "so what do ya say?"

Emile desperately wanted to find Patton and his other friends so if he put his trust into this stranger, what did he have to lose?

"Sure, lead the way, Remy!" 

The pair weaved their way in and out of the various rooms in the Prince Twins's almost mansion-like house, Emile never letting go of Remy's hand as they searched. 

After searching for what seemed like an eternity, Remy led Emile outside and flopped down at the base of one of the trees that were situated in The Princes' backyard, pulling the smaller man down with him. 

During the little time that the two had spent together, they'd managed to learn more about each other than Emile had anticipated. It turned out that Remy knew all of Emile's friends. Emile ended up explaining how he worked as a therapist and how he'd been relocated to a different office and building due to his practices being 'disruptive'. 

"That's ridiculous!" Remy had sobered up a bit and was now becoming more defensive of Emile, "you do you, Babe. So what if your ideas are unique, they're effective are they not?" 

"I suppose..?" Emile rested his head on Remy's shoulder, "but I guess I was a bit too flamboyant with some things I did.."

"Too flamboyant is not a thing Babe, " Remy corrected Emile, "you're just misunderstood, let's be misunderstood together!"

"Together as in what?" Emile loosened his tie slightly and looked up at Remy with a puzzled expression on his face. 

"I- It doesn't matter," Remy slightly turned away from the shorter man and stared up into the night sky.  

The pair dwindled into another siege of silence where all they did was listen to the faint music of the party become mixed with the coarse voices of drunk people singing. 

Exhausted from the stressful night, Emile curled up into a ball and rested his chin on Remy's chest. Remy sighed, he couldn't be bothered to move Emile away from him. If he was being honest... He kind of... Liked it? 'No, no that couldn't be right' Remy thought, 'I hardly even know him.'

He was jolted out of his thoughts by distant voices which sounded familiar. 

"Emile?" a worried voice called. 

"Patton, I'm sure he's fine," another person spoke, their voice incredibly level and dispassionate. 

"But what if he's lost? What if he's alone and terrified?!" the first voice rose significantly and a familiar voice giggled. 

The owners of the voices came into view and Remy was relieved to see that they were only the friends that Emile had been talking about earlier. The pair were accompanied by one of Remy's own friends, Remus. 

"Remy!" Remus shouted and flung himself at his friend, causing Emile to shriek, "who's this Lil puffball?" 

"Hello to you too hon," Remy smirked and wrapped his arms protectively around Emile. 

"I told you, Lo! He's definitely high!" Remus turned around and pointed at a man who was way too formally dressed to belong at the wild excuse of a party. 

"Remus, I've told you countless times that there is no way that Remy could be 'high' as you put it," 'Lo' sighed and pushed his squarish glasses up his nose, "he's probably intoxicated."

"That's where you're wrong, Nerd!" Remy quietly patted Emile's head, "the booze wore off ages ago!"

"Right."

"Left."

"Shut it, Remy."

"Awh y' know I'm only messing with y'all," Remy shifted slightly which caused Emile to sit up and look around blearily. 

"Emile!" the previously mentioned friend, Patton chirped and dove at his friend, crushing poor Emile in a bone-crushing hug, "I'm so sorry that we lost you! I promise that we'll never leave you alone again, scout's honour!" 

"Patton, you're not even a scout," Logan grimaced, "you'll probably break your promise anyw-"

Logan was cut off as Remus grabbed his wrist and began to drag him away.

"I'll teach this one to keep his mouth shut!" Remy grinned and Logan shuddered. 

Once the pair had vanished from view, Patton let go of Emile and knelt down beside him with his eyes full of stars. 

"Are you a fusion yet?!" Patton thrilled and watched as Emile's face reddened significantly. 

Remy looked majorly confused but thankfully didn't ask. Alas, Patton began to explain anyway for 'educational reasons' as he claimed. 

Emile had seemed to have grown bored of Patton's lesson and had taken to playing with Remy's sunglasses which were hanging from the neck of his shirt. The rather small man had completely lost himself in the seemingly interesting concept of the sunglasses when Remy's voice filled his ears. 

"He looks exhausted," Remy whistled as he ran his fingers through Emile's hair. 

"Yeah, maybe the party is over for this one," Patton hummed and stood Emile up who automatically attempted to lean on the nearest thing which was Patton. Unfortunately, Emile had put too much of his body weight into the intended lean but had completely missed Patton, causing him to fall back down. 

"He's definitely drained," Remy chuckled, "c'mon Em, let's get you home."

Both Patton and Remy managed to get Emile standing eventually and led him towards Patton's car. 

"I'd wait around for Logie and Virge but I think they'll stay overnight with Princey and Remus," Patton explained when Remy asked why he wasn't staying behind. 

"Besides, I need to get some sleep." Patton yawned as he slid into the driver's seat if his car whilst Remy and Emile collapsed into the back seat, "I have a morning shift tomorrow and I haven't slept properly in days."

The majority of the car journey was executed in silence, the occasional humming from Patton broke the silence repeatedly but no one seemed to mind. 

Once they had arrived at Emile's apartment complex, Patton got out of the vehicle first. He trudged around the front of the car and held the passenger door open for Emile who was being assisted by Remy. When they had reached Emile's apartment, Patton helped Emile untangle his keychain from the random string in his pocket before unlocking the door.

Patton pointed to Emile's bedroom door and Remy obediently led Emile into his room where he loosened his comrade's tie and tucked him into bed. 

Before leaving, Remy scribbled something on a Disney-themed post-it note.  He attached the note to Emile's nightstand and then ruffled his friend's hair. Remy glanced over at Paton who was standing in the doorway with an exhausted expression on his face.

The pair silently left the apartment, leaving Emile to drift off into a comfortable sleep. 


The next day, Emile woke up refreshed. He immediately spotted the note and read what it said. Emile swiftly added the phone number from the note to his contacts and smiled to himself.

'Today's gonna be a good day.'