Sander's Sides One Shots

Alone (part 2)

Patton took the figures hand, and suddenly everything went dark. He couldn't hear, he couldn't see, and he couldn't feel anything. He tried to cry out, but no sound came out of his mouth. Then, all at once, searing pain ripped through his body. Patton bent over, then blacked out.
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Back in Thomas's living room, Thomas slumped over, much to the other sides' horror. Logan and Roman rushed to his side, trying to figure out what was happening. Virgil curled himself into the corner.
"Something is very wrong." The two boys turned to stare at Virgil.
"Yeah, no kidding Virge," Roman shot back, gesturing at Thomas, "Thomas just collapsed. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that something-"
"Patton!" Vigil shouted, interrupting Roman and scaring Logan.
"What do you mean? Patton's not here..." Logan stopped, "Patton's not here! How could I have been so stupid! We need to go to his room. Now." The three sides quickly sunk out, glancing worriedly at Thomas.
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The pain Patton was feeling slowly dissipated, and the moral side was able to stand and look around. The darkness was replaced by a bright light, and he could hear footsteps. The steps came closer, until a figure was standing in front of him. The figure had no discernable features, but Patton felt safe in his presence.
"So," the figure spoke, "you decided to join me. I'm glad."
"Who are you?" Patton questioned.
"That's a difficult question to answer. If you really wanted to know, I guess you could say... I am you. Well, sort of. I know your thoughts and feelings. I know everything about you. I'm that little voice in your head, guiding you and giving you advice."
"So the person telling me to join them, that was you?"
"Yes," the figure chuckled, "I think you will be happier here. No one calls you names or doesn't listen. You control this place. It's your home now."
Patton was a but confused, but he tried to hide it. He did have one question, however.
"What happened to the mindscape?"
"Oh don't worry about that. It's better here. No sadness."
"But," Patton pressed, "is my body still there, is it still functioning?"
"Oh barely," the voice said under it's breath.
"What was that?"
"Your body is alive, but not completly. You don't need it anymore- you live here now! So, in a little while, the heart will stop beating, the blood will stop pumping, and you can stay here forever. Think of it as... As a sort of metaphorical suicide. But not as bad of course! You get to stay here!"
"And my friends?" Patton inquired. He was getting more and more nervous, and a bit suspicious, too.
"Oh they'll be fine," The voice laughed, "they never cared about you anyways."
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Logan rushed into Patton's room, barely stopping to knock. He should have relised something was wrong a while ago, why hadn't he noticed Patting was missing. As he scanned the room, he saw Patton's body on the ground, and rushed to him. Patton had lost a lot of weight, and Logan could see his ribs through the thin tee-shirt. He rolled the moral side onto his back, as Roman and Virgil ran into the room and stopped in horror.
"Is he alive," Virgil asked frantically, "Is he breathing, is he going to survive this?"
"Logan, did you know?" Roman yelled.
"I-i didn't know. This is all my fault," Tears started to leak from the corners of Logan eyes, but he wiped them away, "No. I need to fix this. I need to keep him alive. Bring him to the bed."
Roman and Virgil carried morality to his bed, as Logan began to check him over, trying to figure out how alive he was.
Patton was unconscious, and his skin was paler than normal. Feeling his skin, Logan could tell the side was colder as well. Patton's breath was irregular and shallow, and the side would sometimes gasp or moan (get your heads out of the gutter) in pain.
"He doesn't have much time," Logan wispered, "I don't know how to save him."
"I can give him mouth to mouth?" Roman volunteered, trying to help.
"You can try," Logan said sadly. He felt a sadness wash over him, and the world seemed to mute as he watched Roman give Patton mouth to mouth. He didn't know what to do anymore, and felt like he was failing Patton. His thoughts were interrupted by Virgil putting his arm around Logan.
"He's going to be ok, Lo. We just have to do everything we can. And it's ok to cry."
Logan moved his hand to his face, and discovered that it was soaked in tears. This was new to the logical side, as he normally thought of feelings as gross and unprofessional. But this one time, he allowed himself to feel sad, as he cried into Virgil's hoodie.