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Logan man with the Logan plan 🤖
Created by me and @nyxxiez
i’d been working on this for like months but i revived it ;P
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Person: I hate you.
Patton: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Person: I hate Logan.
Patton: (ง'̀-‘́)ง
Virgil: I hate myself
Patton: (ง'̀-‘́)ง
Roman: I’m not good enough
Patton: (ง'̀-‘́)ง
Patton: Someone made me sad….
Roman, Virgil, Logan: (ง'̀-‘́)ง (ง'̀-‘́)ง (ง'̀-‘́)ง
there's one 2 genders
sans and komaeda
um? the onceler??
what the fuck is this sjw bullshit the Bible said Adam and Eve not How Bad Can I Be
Virgil: Hey, could you ever see us as being more than friends?
Patton: YES IM GLAD YOU ASKED I can totally see us as dragons hang on let me find the picture I drew
I just realised…
Virgil has cursed in sanders sides canon
Thomas has cursed in sanders sides canon
Assuming the bleeped our words in Roman and Logan’s background fighting discussion was done by both of them, Roman and Logan have cursed in sanders sides canon
The only original character that hasn’t said a bleeped out curse word is Patton.
And that’s cuz he’s said them unbleeped. Patton is the true menace here
James and the Giant Peach Sander Side’s AU
James: Thomas
Miss Spider: Virgil
Centipede: Roman
Mr Grasshopper: Logan
Mrs Ladybug: Patton.
Earthworm: Remy
Glow worm: Deceit.
I love it
Sign me the Frick up
Wow, I'm going to wheep?
[after caroling]
Patton: thank you for taking the time to listen to us! oh and here’s some complimentary Christmas cookies! Happy Holidays! *tosses a bag of cookies*
Emile: oh thank you!*catches the bag with one hand*
Patton: wow! that was a good catch!
Emile: thanks. I was always more of a catcher than a thrower.
Patton: oh :)
Emile: :)
Patton: :)
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Patton: :)
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Patton: :)
Emile: :)
Logan: I’m sorry. what the fuck is happening here?
I’M WHEEZING PMG
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So hey, I don’t know if you actually know the game Doki Doki literature or not but I drew the sides as the characters! I really enjoy the game and I love sander sides with all my heart, so, here it is!
Logan-Monika Roman-Natsuki Patton-Sayori Virgil-Yuri
I really hope you enjoy and just know that I can’t help but actually.. feel something when watching your videos. I appreciate every single one, and they make my heart sore. So thank you!
Oldy but goody 💙💜💚❤
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The Tipsy Side
Word Count: 2,032
Featured: Thomas Sanders, Patton Sanders, Roman Sanders, Logan Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Deceit Sanders, Remy Sanders
Pairing(s): Prinxiety, Logicality (though not mentioned).
Universe: Human AU
Synopsis: Thomas has to make sure his friends have a safe time drinking at a party. What he discovers about his intoxicated friends is shocking.
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Thomas had no idea what he had gotten himself into.
Being the youngest amongst his group of friends had its advantages and disadvantages. One disadvantages is not being old enough to drink. Of course this sucked for him, and Patton had apologized about it many times before the party really kicked in, but Thomas had just said it was fine.
“You sure, kiddo? I can just hang out with you if you want!”
“It’s ok, Patton. I want you to have fun! Someone’s gotta be responsible.”
How naive he was.
It took only half an hour for the party to really kick off. If you could call it a real party. There was at most 20 people there, however, that didn’t stop them from getting wild. Particularly a certain group of four Thomas kept his eye on.
Shockingly, the very dramatic and Disney fanatic got drunk first. Thomas wouldn’t have expected him to be a lightweight, but it only took him two shots to get him going. At first, he was laughing and shouting at the house’s Alexa to change it to different Disney songs. And then, Thomas delved into the madness of his drunk friends for the first time ever.
A usually flashy and ambitious Roman stumbled over to Thomas at his spot on the couch. It had been about an hour and a half since the party had started and Roman was a mess. Thomas, of course, was a little concerned.
“Roman-” Thomas took his hands to carefully sit the older man next to him, trying to make eye contact with the wasted prince. “Woah, hey now.. you ok, Ro?”
For a moment, all Roman did was blink at Thomas like he was talking in rhymes. Then a goofy, soft grin spread across his drunk face. Thomas stared at him in confusion as Roman flopped against his shoulder, laughing softly.
“Hi Thomas~ you’re warm..”
“Uh.. Roman?” Thomas chuckled as his concern mixed with his amusement. “Maybe you should take a nap?”
“Whaaaaat? Thomash- Thomas??” Roman paused in confusion as he squinted at Thomas’ jeans as if they contained all the answers. “What was I sayin..?”
“I said you should take a nap?”
“…” Roman broke out in a slurred giggle fit, patting at Thomas’ leg like a silly child. “I love you, Thomas~”
Thomas chuckled as he tried to think of what to do next with Roman to take care of his silly drunk friend. That was, before he heard a very loud shout from the kitchen.
“FUCK YOU- NO, NO, SHUT YOUR STUPID MOUTH!”
Thomas let out a soft sigh as he stood carefully, moving a pillow to where he was sitting so Roman could lay down.
“Stay here, bud. I’ll bring you some water, kay?”
“Thomas, you’re so nice to meeee,” He could hear Roman start up again as he had already left to push through the small crowd to the kitchen.
Knowing his friends, Thomas was pretty sure that Logan was behind all the screaming. Though Logan was a really intelligent and calm person, he had a temper he’s seen jump out on many occasions. Different shouting sprees, but he always managed himself quickly. So this had to be Logan, unable to contain himself with alcohol in his system, right?
Wrong.
Stepping into the kitchen, Thomas was surprised to see Patton, who was pushing at a familiar face with an usually pissed off look on his face. He had a bottle in hand and it was clear that he was drunk.. still… this was a bit unbelievable for anyone who’s met Patton.
“YOU’RE- YOU ARE SO FUCKING MEAN!” Patton was half shoving, half swatting his victim into the counter behind him. “YOU JUST MAN- MANIPULATE EVERYBODY AND IT’S SO FUCKIN RUDE-”
“Patton- uh- friendo-” Deciel had his hands up defensively as he bared the brunt of Patton’s drunken rage. Can’t say he didn’t deserve it for what he’s done in their high school days, but he’s proven himself better since then. Patton seems to have forgotten about.. All of that.
“DON’T FREE-ENDO ME PAL! DO YOU WANT ME TO FIGHT YOU?? I’LL FUCKIN FIGHT YOU RIGHT HERE, IT’LL BE PHYSICAL-”
“Uh, Patton?” Thomas placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder carefully, unsure of what his friend was capable of in this state.
“WHAT-” Patton turned quickly, maybe too quickly, but catching himself on the counter at the last second. He squinted angrily, his bottle clanking against the counter.
Thomas sighed as he rested a hand on his friend’s arm and cut him off. “Patton, it’s me, Thomas. You’re getting aggressive-”
“THOMAS HE HURT-”
“I remember, I remember, that was back in high school, remember?” He made eye contact with Patton and rubbed his arm. “Remember how it’s been six years since you’ve been in high school, dad?”
One thing that really seemed to draw him back into the moment is the way Thomas called him dad. Patton opened and closed his mouth a few times before he let go of his bottle and he sighed heavily.
“..’M drunk.”
“That’s right. You got it pops.” Thomas lead Patton to the kitchen bar and sat him in a seat, grabbing two glasses and filling them with water. “It’s ok. Just try to take it easy, kay?”
Patton nodded as he took one of the waters. “M'kay..”
Thomas gave him a smile and a pat on the back. “Thanks Patt.”
“Thomas!” Thomas looked up and was surprised to see Remy, who looked pretty drunk himself- however, Remy was excellent at handling his liquor. “Hey Rem. What’s up?”
“What’s up is that your friend has been in the bathroom for like-fourty minutes and I’m seriously going to snap his neck if you don’t get him out of there!”
“Friend?” Thomas circled around the counter to Remy who lead him upstairs. His first idea was that it was Virgil, because his anxiety probably got to him, and he decided to hide out in the bathroom. Of course, just his luck, he was wrong again.
“Logan?”
Logan sat in the bath tub, curled up into himself. He had his face buried into his arms which were wrapped around his knees. His hair was a mess and his tie was dangling from the edge of the sink. So, yknow, it was weird to think that this was his friend Logan.
“Thomas..?” Logan lifted his head out of his arms but still had to rest his cheek against his forearm. His face was caked with tears, his eyes red and his skin blotchy from crying.
Thomas felt awful seeing him like this. Remy had already abandoned the bathroom for now, so he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “Lo.. what’s going on? What’s wrong?”
It was clear by the way his bottom lip quivered at the question that that alone had bothered him. Thomas plopped himself on the toilet seat, prepared to listen to his drunk friend.
“I’m drunk Thomas.. imma mess”
Thomas waved it off and put a hand on Logan’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Lo, everyone else is a mess too-”
“B-but that’s just it!” Logan’s voice cracked ad he looked desperately at Thomas through half-lidded eyes. “I’m- I’m supposed ta’ be reshponsible! I’m supposed ta’ be everyone’s mom! What.. what am I supposed ta’ do if I can’t- can’t-”
At this point, Logan was a bumbling mess of sobs and drunken slur. The bottles in the sink and on the counter surface suggested that Logan’s drank the most so far. It hurt Thomas’ heart to see his friend like this, to see him try to drink his troubles away to only get hit 10x harder with it in this state.
“Logan. You don’t have to be responsible for the others all the time.”
Logan sniffled as he frown heavily at Thomas, looking ready to cry again. “What'aya mean..? I need.. I need to know you-” a hiccup, apologies “-you, you guys are all acc- accounted for-”
“Look Logan, it’s ok if you aren’t being the responsible one all the time. We appreciate everything you do for us, you don’t need to stress yourself out with us all the time.”
His glossy eyes stared at Thomas’ clear ones with drunken surprise as a “really..?” Slipped. As if he didn’t know that they all appreciated him.
Thomas smiles gently. “Of course, Lo. We may not say it all the time, but we appreciate you. We love you so much. You do know that, right-?”
He fell quiet as he saw Logan had his eyes closed, his breathing still shakey but evenly rhythmatic. Thomas sighed as he stood from the toilet seat, adjusting his friend so that he was laying down in the tub rather than bent over and worse for his back when he inevitably awoke. A towel yo substitute as a blanket wasn’t that bad either..
Just as he had placed the deep green material over Logan, someone crashed head-first into the bathroom.
At first, Thomas expected it to be a party-goer he didn’t know that was hurling in the toilet he had been sitting on moments ago (thank god for wanting to get up). But instead he found the face of his final drunk friend, hair messier than usual and his shirt…. gone?
“…uh, Virgil?” Thomas asked in lingering surprise as his friend finished loudly vomiting, just the sight of it making him sick to his sober stomach. “You ok?”
Virgil huffed over the toilet bowl as he turned his head to look at Thomas. Every move he made seemed to make him dizzy. However, he didn’t seem mad, or upset at all from hurling. What surprised Thomas the most was the perverted grin plastered all over his friend’s face.
“Mmm.. hey Thomas~” Virgils voice was the heaviest with alcohol, a hum of pleasure behind it. His eyes were dazed and intent on looking over Thomas’ entire figure like he was a hungry animal. “Mhmmm, I’m fuckin’ faaaaantastic!”
Before Thomas could say anything, Virgil had shoved himself to his feet. However, it wasn’t very steady as the boy stumbled, practically throwing himself into Thomas’ arms as he pushed his hands onto his younger friend’s chest with a look of stupid desire.
“Virgil..!” Thomas had a red tint to his cheeks as he tried to hold up Virgil’s weight so suddenly, while feeling extremely uncomfortable by his actions. “Virgil- please just-”
“Jus’ what, pretty boy~? Ya.. ya seeeeexy peice'a meat, hmmm?”
My God, if this wasn’t the most uncomfortable thing ever, Thomas wouldn’t know what was.
Thomas took a breath as he pulled on a stern tone. “Virgil, your boyfriend wouldn’t be so happy if he found out you were flirting with me. Or am I wrong?”
Virgil fell quiet and his smirk dropped. Something seemed to shift in his eyes as he frowned, gripping slightly at Thomas’ shirt.
“Wha’s- where’s Ro?”
“He’s on the couch.” Thomas sighed ad he realized what was going on. He hated seeing Virgil anxious again, slipping back into himself, but it was much better that when he was being touchy-feely. Plus, he knew Virgil wouldn’t want to hurt Roman like that on purpose. “I’ll take you. Here..”
Thomas adjusted himself so that he had an arm around the slightly smaller man, flushing the toilet on the way out. He made sure his fumbling, highly intoxicated and highly anxious friend got down the stairs and to the couch safely, glad to see that Roman was well passed out on the couch- oddly curled up with an innocent expression he never seemed to wear.
Virgil seemed to focus more when he spotted his sleeping boyfriend. Thomas let go as Virgil stumbled a little to lie a tad awkwardly next to Roman on the couch. Virgil seemed happy enough but well on his way to passing out hard.
“Mmm.. thanks, Thomas..” Virgil mumbled softly as his eyes closed contently. He would be glad the next morning when he figures out he didn’t do anything unscenely with his youngest friend.
Thomas couldn’t help but smile, relieved. He glanced around at his friends on the couch and in the kitchen. All asleep, all taken care of and accounted for. He made sure that he had set out a water bottle for each of his friends, along with ibuprofen, for when they all inevitably awake the next morning.
Needless to say, taking care of drunk idiots isn’t easy. You never know what to expect. But if there’s one thing that Thomas learned tonight was that no matter what surprises come his way, his friends were still his family- still the people he loved more than anybody else in the world.
Thomas made a mental note to scold them all in the morning, anyways.
Tiny Remy I liked both versions, so here they are 💚 something I was working on before I shut down my daily Remy acc. Enjoy. Patton's peaking down at him 🙄
What Baking Can Do
This is.. sort of a ficlet? Judge it for yourself.
Warning: Self-deprication
Characters: Patton Sanders, other sides mentioned.
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“Make it work, Make it easy”
Patton sung to himself quietly as he plucked ingredients from the shelf. His ‘kiss the cook’ apron tied around him, he smiled as he walked through his regular routine.
“Make it clever- crafted into pieces”
He had always been seen as a simple side, a simple boy- but, imagine this- Patton Sanders can be crafty just yet.
“Make it sweet, crimpt the edges”
Patton brought out the sugar, butter, flour- reminiscing so many sweet, tasty pie ideas. Something warm, something rich, as per usual..?
“Or make it sour, serve with lemon wedges”
His smile faulted ever so slightly. Tart. Sour. Lemons. Hidden beneath a layer of seemingly simple sweet lovingness is something to wrench your tastebuds, what lies are underneath..
“Even doubt can be delicious”
Patton shook himself as he pulled himself back. Pie is pie. With what he’s got, anything can be good, look good.
“And it washes off of all the dirty dishes”
In no time, he reminded himself, it will be gone. It will be taken up, and washed away. A simple scrub can wash it away easy, simply.
“When it’s done, I can smile- it’s on someone else’s plate for a while”
Yes. Smile, because look what you’ve done! Patton felt relief course through him once again- his gentle step back into reality. Others can take it for now.
“I’ll place it on display, then I’ll slice and serve all my worries away”
He placed the pie out onto the counter, allowing it to be fresh, open for everyone. Neat, little slices- something your tastebuds can handle.
“I can fix this- I can twist it into sugar, butter- covered pieces.. nevermind what’s underneath it”
Patton reminded himself in his mind as he pushed his problems aside. Well, not even that- he poured his emotions into each piece. Nevermind that, though. Patton wouldn’t.
“I have done it before”
He bit his lip as his friends, his family- his world, reveled in his work. The only talent he believed he really had, besides comforting people. But wasn’t this what that was? This was comfort to not only them, but to him.. this cycle felt very comforting in its own sense.
“I’ll bake me a door to help me get through”
Patton stared at the others as their praises sun in, touching him with acknowledgement- but what really made him happy was to see those genuine smiles. He’d bake whatever he needed, hide anything for that and that alone.
“Isn’t it amazing what baking can do?”
“Make it up and surprise them”
Patton’s clear smile shone through thick and thin. It really shocks the sides if they see otherwise- He’s often described as happy, bubbly, just what they need. His baking skills were something amazing.. Isn’t it odd that he chose sour with a mood like this?
“Tell them all my secrets, but disguise them”
If there was one thing Patton wasn’t, it was Deciet. They knew that very well- it was very apparent that they mostly saw Patton as the opposite of it. But.. there is some things they have in common. Masters of disguises in their own rights.
“So they dance on the tongues of the very people that they’re secrets from”
And this cycle, though a tad upsetting, worked wonders. For the most part, people didn’t suspect a thing- whether through baking, or a joke and a smile, Patton could hide behind all the walls he could ever dream of building. And that’s just how he wanted.. He thought.
“Make it soon, make it better.. though, better never lasts forever”
He just wanted to feel ok. In the end, he could- he could do it every day, all day, baking and loving and smiling to make everything better.. but it never seemed to lasts. Clay masks and pie crust crumbles eventually.
“Make it small so it fits”
It isn’t that big of a deal, in the end. One sad twange or guilt trip won’t hurt anyone.
“Even this, even now-”
Look at them. Their smiles, their laughs, their.. Their love. They love you, Patton.
“Even as the walls come tumbling down”
..Right?
“Even as I can’t stop remembering how with every door we ever made, we never once walked out”
..Every day. Every hour. Patton finds his hands covered in flour. He can make so many, many different goodies and treats and quips and jokes- he can pour everything into his goods and yet.. He can never stop the sinking. He knew, deep down, he couldn’t just open a door and walk out on his problems..
“Something I never got the chance to ask them about”
Patton reminded himself of the others. He couldn’t tell if it should hurt more from them to know or to be blissfully ignorant. What.. should he suddenly believe he deserves something from them? No. No, you can’t just do this to them. You don’t get to- you wouldn’t let yourself anyways.
“So with flour on my hands,”
He looked down at his dusty, doughy hands- and clenched them closed. Hold it here-
“I’ll show them all how”
He walked out into the dining room, dusting his hands on his apron,
“Goddamn happy I am!”
Patton flashed a smile, his teeth showing through, crinkles under his eyes displaying true happiness- he was happy. He was sure he was happy. And if not, he would be. Everything takes time. Progress is progress.
“Sugar, butter, flour- don’t let me down!”
Delicious. Delectable. Delightful. It hasn’t let him down yet. He has done this too many times. And he wasn’t ready to stop.
“Let’s see the next amazing thing baking does now”
Patton sat at the table, taking a bite of his own dish. He had done it again. He could smile, because he can do this. He can smile, because he can help. He can smile- so that’s what he’ll do.
It’s what he wants to do.
It’s what he can do.
Embark - Chapter 1
Chapter Title: To Catch Me
Word Count: 2264
Pairing(s): N/A (future Prinxiety/side Logicality)
Featured: Virgil Petty, Patton Petty, Roman Prince.
Chapter Warning(s): Minor heights, minor cursing, there’s a snake, anxious and slightly self-depricating thoughts.
Synopsis: Virgil wasn’t one to take risks often. Wondering in the woods alone usually wasn’t one, however, there was something important he needed to find.
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“C'mon, Virge, I’m right here to catch you!”
The young boy clinged to the tree branch, heart pounding and eyes wide with fear. The green ground and soft, sturdy grass looked as if it were a thousand miles away from his spot in the oak. Though the rough bark and strong wood were supportive enough to keep him where he was, he felt as if he could slip and fall to his extremely early demise at any moment.
“I.. I’m gonna fall..!”
“No, no kiddo it’s gonna be ok! Can you look at me, bud?”
The reassuring tone of his older brother caused Virgil to turn his head. He watched as Patton outstretched his arms for him, a gentle smile on his face. Usually that smile helped, but Virgil wasn’t sure that his brother could actually save him here.
“Just lean into me, ok? It isn’t as high as it seems”
“What if you drop me?”
“Virgil, I’m right here for you, I won’t drop you, I promise”
Virgil paused for a moment, biting his lip. He gripped a little more against the wood before he carefully pushed himself into a sitting position, his breathing speeding up and hands shakey. For a five year old, this was it. Life or death. It all depended on this push.
He held his breath as he scooted forward and for a split second, squeezed his eyes shut, wind rushing past his face and sweeping his hair up out of his face as he braced himself for impact-
The second hadn’t even pass before he felt his twelve year old brother’s hands under his arms, holding him against his chest like he was as light as a stuffed animal. Patton’s warm smile came into view as his heart rate steadied considerably.
“Woah-ho, heh, there we go!” Patton shifted Virgil so that he was supporting his butt and so it was a more comfortable hold. “Are you alright, bro? No boo-boos?”
Virgil nuzzled into Patton’s shoulder, fiddling with his brother’s sweater. “Uh-huh. Nuh-uh.”
Patton smiled wider, turning to walk back towards the small house they’ve always lived in. “Good! It’s getting late, I should start dinner, huh? Is pasta ok?”
Virgil nodded against his shoulder as he glanced back at the short oak tree in wonder. He lifted his head just as they were about to enter the house “Patt? Will you catch me next time I go in the tree..?”
His kind older brother paused in the doorway, blinking at Virgil before a small smile came to his face. The soft breeze shifted their hair and cooled their faces on the late summer’s day. A summers day so insignificant, but one so important to remember.
“No matter what, I’ll always be there to catch you, Virge.”
The twisting opening of trees through the woods only thickened as he went deeper into them. The dirt scuffed under his worn sneakers and the shuffle of leaves swirling past him in late summer breeze really set the tone to the natural wooded area, the place crawling with small creatures like squirls and birds. The sun nearing it’s setting increased Virgil’s pace as he continued to search fruitlessly.
Virgil kept his hands in his hoodie pockets as he stepped past bushes and rocks and the many, many trees populating the woods. He would have found all of this familiar if he were as confident as a kid. Not that he was confident now. He just wanted to find a path or two so that he could make sure he found a way back to town. This was a search, not a walk in park.
He wasn’t sure what he was thinking. Maybe it was false hope more than anything else. Logan had told him that people got lost in these woods all the time when they were younger. His best friend always loved reading (more like stalking) the newspaper, learning about the small town they spent their whole lives in. When the cops said that kidnapped victims were dropped in the woods, or that bodies can be buried there.. Virgil couldn’t get those thoughts out of his head. Even if it was ridiculous, he had to come out here and at least try to check it out.
Now that he was here, his doubt was growing more and more. Why would Patton be in the woods? Why would a kidnapper leave him here after this long? He didn’t even want to think about the other option for his brother being here. It made his heart clench and stomach turn. What if, though? Was he just avoiding the fact that Patton could have bit the dust? And why, for what? Why would he just leave, why-
Virgil let out a sharp yelp as his shoe caught on the edge of a sharp rock, causing him to stumble forward to the dirt ground. He let out an annoyed groan as he lifted himself up to a sitting position, dusting off the front of his hoodie with a soft sigh.
Patton had disappeared one year and two months ago. Virgil remembered that day well and continued to think of it every day since. It seemed okay at the time, like he would come back and they would have dinner and everything would just be normal. But he didn’t, and Virgil didn’t have dinner, or sleep that night. And Patton never came back.
Virgil didn’t know why. Patton seemed to be happy. He knew that he had his off days, he understood, and Virgil tried to be there for him.. was it not enough? Did Patton get tired of taking care of him?
No. That.. couldn’t be it. You’re over thinking this. Patton was the most caring and kind person you’d ever meet. Even if he was tired of Virgil, he would have tried to talk to him about it. Besides, he left everything behind, all of his belongings and his car and phone. So Patton couldn’t have just left on his own. Still.. that opened up only scarier realities to assume happened to his brother.
One way or another, Virgil found himself on the forest floor, alone. Now, when he falls, he has no one to catch him. He just wanted his brother back. Badly. And he would wonder into the these woods a hundred times over if it meant he could somehow find him again.
Virgil looked down at his leg as he felt something grace against his ankle. He pulled his pant leg up and stared at the black and yellow snake slithering across his pale skin.
He screamed as he scrambled to his feet, effectively getting the snake to withdraw from his leg. He stared with wide eyes as he stepped back as quickly as he could, the snake slithering closer threateningly. Virgil’s mind raced at the speed of light.
What if I die here? In the middle of the god-damn woods because of a snake bite? What if no one finds me for a year and two months and Logan comes and sees my body and cries and oh god please I didn’t even find Patton, is he dead out here too? Please, don’t let me die here!
Virgil’s thoughts were interrupted by the dirt pathway giving way to a steeping hill under his feet. He let out a cry of panic before he stumbled and fell, rolling not so gracefully down the hill.
Well, at least he wasn’t dead yet!
Virgil let his eyes open as he finally lay on his back against the leaf-covered ground. He couldn’t deny the headache steadily approaching as he stared up at the sky through the far-off tree tops. The purply-pink sky now informed him that it was getting late, indicating he should try for home.. if he could even find his way back without calling Logan.
Pushing himself to his feet again, Virgil reached into his back pocket. As he opened his contacts, he leaned against the bark of a very large tree closest to him. He was happy that he could get bars at all from out here.. was he not that far from town?
As he pulled up Logan’s number, he took a moment to glance upwards into the clearing. This section of the woods seemed so oddly untouched.. yet off. The leaves that coated the ground almost seemed intentional, not just skewn about naturally. In fact, everything in this space seemed.. makeshift. Suspicious.
Virgil lowered his phone from his face as he pushed himself up from the tree, stepping out to the middle of the clearing. He stood perfectly between two giant trees, the pair definitely sister trees, he decided. They looked too abnormally large for these woods. He couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that this was all so unreal, different…
That’s when he saw it. He must have missed it by leaning against the tree. He squinted as he approached the tree once again, the carved words in the bark clear and making Virgil undeniably curious. He placed his hand carefully against the bark, muttering aloud.
“Just a puppet on a lonely string, Who would ever want to be king?”
That sounded familiar to Virgil, for some reason. The words came out unsure and confused, and they had good reason to be. Why would this be here? Why is all this making him feel more anxious and so uneasy? Why did nothing feel quite right in this one little clearing? Thoughts ran through his head and before he could decide what to do next, he found that his hand was being pulled.
No, not by a person’s hand, nor anything normal- but looking at the tree he saw that his palm was gone, consumed impossibly by the tree right in front of him.
That’s when panic really settled in. He pulled against the force of unnatural, attempting to use his other hand to push away but that only cause that hand to get sucked in as well.
Virgil was only able to let out a short yell as his whole body was pulled into the tree’s large base, leaving the clearing empty and quiet. Everything was dark and dizzy for a moment. His whole body felt like he was paralyzed, the panic inside him briefly at a standstill while he waited for.. something. Anything. What could he do? What should he do now? Before long, he found himself on his back for the third time tonight, his eyes opening slowly.
Virgil was not in a forest any more. His eyes adjusted to the light that resembled more of a daytime setting. Pushing himself up quickly, his eyes scanned every little thing they could reach.
This place came straight out of a dream. The ground wasn’t paved, it was dirt, pounded dirt flat ground without a single rock in sight. One of the biggest things that made it so weird was the buildings. The entire place looked like a broken down city, as if it was once thriving and old-timey glorious, and then it went through some sort of disaster and time took it’s toll. But that wasn’t the weird part. The weird part was that everything was wood.
Yes, besides the ground that was clearly dirt, everything seemed to be wooden. The buildings, the rubble, the streetlamps, railings, signs, all of it- everything was different shades of brown and unsettlingly like a life-size realistic toy set.
It was just too unreal for Virgil to process at first. He found himself getting back onto his feet, his curiosity driving him to move forward through the streets of the city. Maybe his anxiety played a little in that as well; if he were to find someone around this place, he might be able to ask what the fuck is going on here.
Why was all of this happening to him? Was this all just some crazy fever dream and he would wake up to an empty house again? Was he dead and this was some odd version of hell he never considered? Maybe if he woke up when all of this was said and done, he would wake up by falling into Patton’s arms, and he would catch him again and everything would be okay again.
Hopeful thinking never seemed to get him anywhere, it seems.
Virgil found himself stepping through the end of the long street, passing buildings until he passed through an entrance into a much larger, open space in the middle of the buildings. It was like a town square, but abandoned… or so he thought.
In the smack-dab middle of it all sat a pile of broken wood, peices half-azardly stacked to all reach the height of a one story house. All of that was to simply hold up a rotting throne made, surprisingly, of wood. And sitting atop of it all was seemingly the only person around in the weird fantastical world.
The man sat forward in his throne, staring right back at Virgil with wide, stunned eyes. He was dressed as a king or some sort of Disney prince, however, it looked like this prince had gone through a shredder and then was left out in the rain too long. His all white outfit was scrapped up and torn in places, any gold attachments rusted over. The crown atop his head was so rusted Virgil wasn’t sure how it was still in one peice. The sword peaking out from his side was a matching wood that adorned the rest of the world around them. Though his face wasn’t that hard to stare at, the rest of him seemed extremely odd and concerning.
He stared as the royal oddball shot up from his throne, causing Virgil to take a step back out of his sudden movements and anxiety shooting up in him.
“Hello there! Welcome to my kingdom!”
Reposting here~
Are you still doing palette challenge? If yes you'll do it with people's OCs?
Yes!! I'm so sorry to everyone who's requested art so far! I'm kinda in a pickle lately, but I'll be in the swing of things again soon! Just to be clear: I'm definitely still doing the Palette Challenge, though I'm shamefully late.And, for the oc thing.. you'll have to message me privately and send me your oc. I may or may not be willing depending on your character!