Dark-Sides of the Dark-Sides | Sanders Sides Fan-Fiction

Another Departure

~ 1 Year After the Last Chapter ~

"Dumb!" a voice yelled, the figure pointing a finger at the other.
A male fired back, "Insane!"
"Waste of space!" the voice retaliated.
The dark purple silhouette screamed, "Corrupt!"
"Paranoid!" the hat-wearing one exclaimed.

The male shot up from his sleeping position, the dark purple blanket on top of him only going up to his knees.
His face was covered in sweat which was slowly fading away, his eyes wide open with a black look to them because of the light level in the room.
He was wearing a dark-purple long sleeve t-shirt & black shorts, his skin slightly pale but still healthy looking - his hands holding him up as he breathed quickly and heavily for the next minute or so.
The boy closed his eyes for a few seconds as his breathing got to a normal speed, before getting off of the bed and looking around the now lit-up room with his fingers in a 'snapping' position.

The walls were a dark purple shade, a closet in the back-right corner and a desk at the end of the bed - which was against the left wall.
A black door sat in the front-right corner on the right-side wall & a door, with a similar colouring to the walls, on the tall surface parallel to the one with the window (which stood at the back of the room).
The floor was a softly-textured grey carpet, a light-bulb hanging from the ceiling in the centre of the room with a golden-glow coming out of it.

The person approached the closet, opening it silently & pulling out a black backpack from the bottom of the space - unzipping it as quietly as a mouse.
He then proceeded to stuff some things into his bag; a purple long-sleeve w' small rips all over it, a pair of black shoes with grey laces & another with purple laces - putting a grey line-patterned hoodie, black t-shirt & similarly coloured jeans onto the floor.
After a bit of hesitation, he pulled a black hoodie with purple bits of fabric attached to it off of a hanger, fiddling with it a bit so that the inside of the jacket faced him.
An orange piece of felt was stitched around the chest-area on the inner-back of the hoodie & a yellow one diagonal & down from it.
Suddenly, the male ripped the sun-coloured fabric off of the jacket, white threads coming loose and the hoodie almost completely unharmed.
The boy placed the piece of felt into one of the bags pockets, pushed the clothing object inside & took the stuff-holder off of the floor & with him to the desk in his room.

The desk had a notepad with a grey-cover & a lightning bolt symbol on it, a pencil case with a checker pattern, a photo frame with a picture of three-sides inside of it, a black lamp which was currently illuminating the desk with a sand-coloured light and a metal torch with no light coming out of it.
The male placed all of the objects besides the lamp, pencil case & photo frame into the bag - opening the miniature one and pulling out a black permanent marker, forcing the lid off and then lifting the picture out of the frame.
He stared into the image for a few seconds before dragging the felt tip pen over two of the three people's eyes - the two being in the centre & right side of the photo.
The boy then placed the image back into the frame & stuffed that into the bag along with the rest of his stuff.
After that he pulled out a pen from his pencil case & placed the marker back inside of it, pulling off the lid before writing down on one of the pages of the notepad - leaning down over it to get a better look before putting the lid back on & pushing the pen back into the small object-holder.
He then ripped the paper out of the booklet & placed said object with the rest of his things, turning off the lamp before taking the note and bag into his hands - walking back towards the clothes on the floor before picking them up & placing the stuff-carrier down.
Around a minute later, the now hoodie-wearing male took the backpack off of the ground, turned around and approached the dark purple door whilst snapping his fingers - which caused the lights to go out.
"I'm done." the black & grey wearing person whispered under his breath, the bag on his back, a paper & yellow piece of fabric in his left hand & his other hand in one of his black jeans pockets - which came out to pull the door open, revealing an empty and dark hallway.
The boy closed the door behind him as quietly as he could, turning to the right before silently walking down the hall and into the open common area.