Thomas Sanders Oneshots

There's more of you?

Thomas was sleeping in his room, it was around 4 AM and he had a long day the day previous. He was recording and visiting friends. He was completely exhausted.

Then he woke with a start. Someone he didn't recognise was in his room.

"W-what?" He rubbed his eyes then waited for them to focus on the person in front of him; once they did he noticed that the person looked a lot like him. Then a familiar figure appeared in his room, Morality.

"Missie! You did it!."

"You better watch out dad," I was scared "because I'm going to give you a big hug!" He giggled and threw his arms around Morality.

"I'm... still confused." He said to them.

"Oh sorry son. Did we wake you?"

"First, I'm not your son. Second, yeah you did. Third, who is this?" Morality chuckled.

"This is Misleading Compliments. Everyone calls him Missie."

"Were you a mistake?" Thomas raised his brows as Missie spoke. "Because you're a master piece like all the greats." Missie giggled again then jumped onto his bed.

"Awe! That was cute," Thomas chuckled and looked at Missie. "and so are you! You look like me, but younger."

Missie looked at Thomas like he had just said the most obvious thing in the world.

"He doesn't know everything yet Missie. Now go ahead and go back to bed. It's late." Morality said with a firm tone to his voice.

"OK dad." Missie said sadly then 'sank down' to wherever it is the personalities go when they do that.

"Wait wait wait. There's more of you?!" Thomas exclaimed

Morality let out an airy chuckle and sat on Thomas's bed. "We have a lot to tell you."