Sanders Sides Oneshots

Growing Up (No Ship)

"Fire away, Princey," Thomas said, spinning his desk chair to face his creative trait.

They went through all Thomas' lines twice, and Princey smiled, setting the script on the desk.

"Toss me that book, Mo," said Thomas tiredly. Morality did as he was told, and Thomas opened it up, starting to read. However, two minute later, Thomas heard his mom call "Dinner!"

The fourteen-year-old groaned, putting a bookmark in between the pages he was reading and stood up, stretching.

"I just have to get through those chapters, answer the questions, then I'll be done," he muttered to himself, sitting down at the table and eating quickly, returning to his room where his personality traits seemed to be playing Go Fish.

"Have any fours?" asked Morality, then looked up when he seen Thomas walk in. "Hey, kiddo!"

"I'm not your son . . . ?" Thomas asked, confused. He shook his head, letting it go and picked up his book, reading again.

Three hours later and Thomas lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. His traits were gone and the room was completely quiet, though he knew the silence would probably leave  the moment a certain trait arrived.

"The teacher's going to take points off for that hole in the paper," a voice said. Thomas turned on his side, looking at the person who had appeared, sitting on his desk chair with his arms crossed.

"No, that's stupid," said Thomas, though now that he thought about it, the teacher was really harsh . . .

"It will be fine," he tried to convince himself, though a part of him said otherwise.

"You had a lot of trouble on that paper," the voice continued. "You should probably ask the teacher if he could help you with it. He did say the test was going to be based around that."

"But he's not exactly approachable," said Thomas.

"But you'll fail algebra if you get a bad grade on that test, then—"

"Okay!" Thomas relented. "I'll ask him tomorrow on the beginning of class, okay?"

Anxiety nodded, giving Thomas the smallest of smiles before he seemed to vanish in front of his eyes.

Age 42

Thomas peered behind the curtains on the side of the stage, waiting for his cue to come onto the stage. He looked across the stage, and behind the other curtain, he seen Roman smiling at him.

Even after all these years, the sides never left him. They continued to advise him and all his fans throughout his life, showing up randomly at times. They still made him laugh, and had grew in popularity just as Thomas did.

Thomas was 42 now, and tonight would be his 500th performance. He had dedicated a big part of his life to one of the things he loved most, acting, and it showed. Of course, he would have never gotten as far as he did on his own. His parents and friends were constantly supporting him, and then you had the sides, who had been there every step on the way, especially Roman.

Thomas heard his cue, and walked out onto the stage. He was focused, fully immersed in his character.

When the show was over and the curtain was drawn, Thomas retreated backstage, grinning wide and happily.

"That was amazing, kiddo!" Patton said, appearing in front of him as he closed to door to his dressing room.

"As always," said Roman, taking a bow as he appeared next to Morality.

"I liked the audience's reaction when the main character died," said Virgil, wearing a smirk.

"Of course you did," said Logan, sighing at Virgil.

"The show was pretty great," said Thomas, plopping down on the couch next to Logan and sipping from a water bottle.

"You're thinking of that flubbed line, aren't you?" Virgil asked.

Thomas nodded, putting the a cap on the bottle.

"No one noticed!" Patton pointed out.

"Yes!" Roman agreed. "And besides, it turned out great in the long run! The audience still loves you!"

"Indeed, that is true," said Logan, showing the others' his phone. He scrolled through hundreds of comments, all full of praise for Thomas.

Thomas grinned, taking another sip from his bottle before capping it again.

"And I just want to say thank you, guys. Seriously, I wouldn't have been able to get where I am now if it weren't for all of you."

"Group hug!" Patton said excitedly. Thomas stood, pulling Logan up with him and into the hug.

"We're not on 'Full House', Patt," said Virgil, though Patton pulled him into the hug anyway. Virgil rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around the others.

"We should go home and get some celebratory ice cream," said Roman as they all pulled away.

"Yes!" Patton nodded excitedly, and even Logan and Virgil nodded.

Thomas changed and said goodbye to his fellow cast members before heading out to his car, walking with his sides who surprisingly wanted to join him on the drive. They kept Thomas company as he drove, Patton telling jokes and Logan informing them of a fascinating article he had read.

Minutes later, they all sat on Thomas' couch, eating bowls of ice cream and laughing and talking. Thomas smiled at all of his traits.

They had all come so far, growing up like Thomas did, only in their own way.

"Here's to Thomas!" said Roman as dramatic as ever, raising his bowl up in the air in a toast.

"To Thomas!" the others chorused, even Virgil who had a small smile on his face.

Thomas grinned wide, eating a spoonful of ice cream.

"Freeze your brain!" Patton said with a grin. Everyone groaned, though they secretly loved the joke, which caused Thomas to burst out laughing.

"You guys always make me laugh, ever since day one," said.

"What else are we here for?" asked Patton, still grinning.

"Well, I know I'm not here for my charming personality so . . ." Virgil shrugged, causing everyone to laugh again.

"True, true," said Thomas.

They finished their ice cream and put a movie in, settling in next to each other. And to Thomas, it was almost like no time had passed, that he was still a twenty-something YouTuber introducing the world to his personality, his only goal to help others. And even after all this time, his goal still remained the same.

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This was so much fun to write! I don't write with Thomas that much, but I think I did well.

Enjoy, ~Kirs.