Sanders Sides Kids

"I… thank you? Look, Ollie," Nikka said, calming down a bit, "we're all stressed by this situation. But we're going to figure this out, and we're going to try to do it without killing each other."

"Guys, our only reliable source of information just disappeared." C stated, pointing to where Paranoia has stood a moment before.

Nikka slid a hand down her face. "I take that back. We might have to kill someone."

“I agree. Who is the least important?” Ollie put his hand on his hip. “Er, now Ollie, we don’t need to kill anyone. We just need a little teamwork and determination!” “Yeah, like hell that’s gonna happen.” “Y’all are making my job pretty damn difficult, you know.”

"See, Harper, the thing you have to understand is that, besides you and C, we're all just sarcastic shitheads," Nikka explained. "Regardless, I now have to give you a hug because yoU MADE ME FEEL SAD BECAUSE I'M MAKING YOUR JOB DIFFICULT I'M SORRY."

(Lmao rip Harper)
“Yeah, I know… I’ll take you up on that hug though.” Harper hugged Nikka and Ollie sighed. “Honestly I don’t really want to work with any of you, but we’ve been here for far too long already. I don’t really know how time passes in the dark side, but it’s been a while. Do any of you new guys know where the primary sides are?” Ollie asked.

Suddenly a loud shriek came from the locked door Paranoia was behind, along with more exclamations of shock. C raced towards the sound, trying at the handle. "Open the door Par!"

Ollie jumped at the sudden noise and followed C to the door. Harper looked up as well, startled.

"Par, what the hell?!" Nikka exclaimed, immediately running over to the door.

"Its- It's EVERYWHERE!" Paranoia shreicked, shaky hands unlocking the door to reveal a room splattered with blood and extremely tacky decor. "This is not Prides room, he would never allow this."

Ollie immediately felt nauseous and dizzy at the sight of the room and leaned against the doorframe. “Oh god… w-what the hell happened here?”

"I know, someone put pink on leapord print! It's so ugly! Oh, you mean the blood. This is normal." Paranoia nodded, shrugging. "Perry, what the hell? You said Pride ducked down about a year ago, this blood is at least a few days old.

"W-wha - what - who - " Nikka did her darndest to speak, but alas.

“I-I think I’m gonna be sick…” Ollie closed his eyes, looking very pale. “N-Now guys, I’m sure it’s just… uh… s-spilled paint …?” Harper suggested weakly.

"Yeah, no its not. You can tell by the smell that it's at least one or twould days oldm" C muttered, running a finger across it.

“My god, C. Don’t touch the fucking blood.” Ollie turned his head away and held his breath to keep from throwing up.

"It's fine, it's dried anyhow." Paranoia muttered, walking over to touch a spot. "Yesh, like Perry said, drued."

"C… might need some kind of… coping method…" Nikka said faintly, clutching her stomach.

Ollie coughed, keeping his eyes shut. “Ollie, you alright?” “Yeah, Harper. Just peachy.” Ollie said through his gritted teeth.

"This is so pretty, look at all the shades of red." C murmured in wornder, staring at the blood covered walls. "Snap out of it C!" Perry yelled, trying to snap him out of his blood endured trance.

"Nope. Nope, nope, nope. Not doing this," Nikka walked out of the room, hands flying up to mess up her hair even more.

(Like I said in Cs form, he has some not so good coping methods )

“Yeah, I’m going with Nikka.” Ollie waved and walked out of the room, sliding down the wall outside onto the floor and cradling his head in his hands.

Nikka couldn't stop running her fingers through her hair. It had a soothing effect. She paced back and forth, occasionally fidgeting with her ear cuffs, tugging on her earlobes as if to relieve a headache.

(Bump)

"For fucks sake!" Paranoia yelled, slapping C. "Sorry." He muttered, "let me go calm down tge others."

Ollie had drawn his knees up to his chest at this point and hid his face in them. Harper was just entirely unsure what to do in this hot mess of a situation.

C slipped out of the room. " Sorry about My little episode. Take deep breaths."

Ollie obeyed, but kept his head where it was. Having his eyes closed made him feel a little less nauseous.