•Sander Sides Smut and Stuff•

•Get Back at Me• [Pt.1]

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[WARNING]

[If you haven't seen the latest episode; "Putting Others First", please go watch it, because this smut one shot, and the ones that follow, will have spoilers for it, in a way?]

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[I'm sorry it has been so long without an update! But here I am, inspired by the latest episode.]

[From this point forward, I shall be referring to Deceit by his real name.]

[I hope you enjoy it!]

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[Patton X Janus]

[Smol Warning?
Consensual use of a sex drug, describing a syringe/injection.]

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[Patton's Perspective]

I gently exit Roman's room and close his door, sighing.

I was checking up on him because of the events that took place. As expected, he was rather angry with me. He started to get more frustrated, so he jumped into the imagination, for some time to think things over. Alone.

He had every right to be frustrated with me. During the discussion, I felt rather pressured. I usually never feel that way, but today was different.

I fix my glasses, as the bright light of our part of the hallway shines against my glasses. I turn my head, peering into the darkness of the dark sides' part of the hall.

'Now,' I thought,
'I should go check on him too.'

I cautiously stumble down the hallway, turning the corner to a golden, scale engraved patterned, door.

It was very unusual for me to be standing in front of such a door, or even for me to be in this part of the mind. Eitherway, I was going to talk to him.

I knock on his- Janus' door, sending a echo through the darkness of the hall.

"Hey, Decei- Janus. I just want to... check up on you."
My voice turns a little softer, after hearing that my voice is rather loud without any other noise in the small corridor.

The light side of the hall always had a hum, or a soft, calming song playing, but here? It was completely silent.

I was about the knock again, but the door, ever so slowly, started to creek open on its own. I felt a chill go down my back as the door fully opens. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, as I take a few steps into the poorly lit room before me.

From what I could see, his room looked rather comfortable, in its own way.

The first thing I had noticed was a few stray papers, with scribbled writing on them. They were scattered over the floor. My gaze follows them, and I eventually find out where they were written. A dim light sat on a desk he supposedly wrote at, next to a large bookself. The bookshelf held many books, and there were glass jars of different sizes, filled with different coloured liquids on the top row.