Sick (A Sanders Sides Story)

Self-Quarantine

He never thought he'd reach this point of time.

Now staring back at his reflection in the mirror above the sink with a soft smile so sincere that he never thought he is capable of doing. It was nothing like his masks of a sly and mischievous smirk or a devious and shit-eating grin that he often had to put on when facing the others.

He had a part to play at those times but now, it was just himself, alone in a bathroom with nothing but his reflection in the mirror. The snake-like facet lightly inhaled in a breath of air before exhaling slowly, soon putting on the unused facemask that he had been holding for a while.

It covered up the smile, much to his clear dismay. Deceit then walked out of the bathroom, taking a black marker from his pen holder before returning inside. Standing once again, infront of the mirror, he started to carefully draw a smile on the face mask, looking to his reflection and seeing it take form.

Soon satisfied with his work, he put down the marker on the empty sink and went out, taking the note he wrote on his bed before exiting his room, ready to share an important piece of news to the others.

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It was expected that today will be a usual day for the sides. One by one, they got up from their slumber and met the morning by their own ways, soon meeting up at the dining table for breakfast. Normally they were all there, with the 'dark sides' making their presence short and leaving after they finally got what they needed.

This day though, one person didn't show up:

Deceit.

It really didn't bother them in particular. Remus guessed he was just busy and Logan presumed he just was preoccupied from feeding his pet snakes, considering the half-snake man's attachment to them. Roman, of course, suggested he was plotting something, probably rubbing his hands together like a comic book villain. Patton was a bit concerned and simply hoped nothing bad happened to Deceit.

And Virgil? He didn't seem to really be bothered. In fact, he looked rather relieved this morning.

Roman sighed softly, looking to the last unoccupied chair where most of the others' eyes were glued onto. His brown orbs rolled in annoyance as he then spoke to finally break the searching silence.