This Game is not for Everyone - Thomas Sanders

1. The Beginning - Part 1

It all started with a game. A game between each one of them, otherwise things wouldn't have happened. But let's start from the beginning.

It all started at an after-video party. He had been feeling pretty weird after the debate he had with Logic some weeks ago, and now that things were getting too social, he was left behind in a corner, dealing with his own Anxiety.

He spent the beginning of the party between Tumblr and Instagram, his eyes completely used to the cellphone light under the darkness of the place. There were some lights on actually, but they were so dim they were barely enough for them to distinguish each other, and nothing more. Against anything he would have expected, everything looked more or less clean, maybe some empty cups or food here and there, but nothing they wouldn't be able to clean in less than an hour. Thomas's friends were gone by now, so the principal personality traits were the only ones left in the house, besides their Host, Thomas himself. He didn't pay much attention to were the others were, and since things started to get even more boring than usual, it wouldn't hurt him to take a peak.

At the distance he could see Logic and Morality chatting, the first sign of something being off. It wasn't because it was weird for them to talk with each other, in fact, it was something common, being as close friends as they were. Being the First ones, they spent enough years with only the other to construct a strong friendship. What called my attention, was the state of them. The usually emotionless personality, Logic, was resting on an Armchair with Morality, the buttons of his shirt open until midway, and the tie nowhere to be found. He looked silent and red, almost falling asleep in the other's shoulder. If that wasn't enough of a weird sight on it's own, seeing Morality was enough for him to notice that something was definitely weird. His cardigan wasn't there, he could see it lying on Logic's lap, nor was his shirt. His expression seemed dizzy and distant, like he was thinking about something important, a weird thing to see in someone who's always happy all the time. It's not like he preferred him all happy all the time, of course not, but it was weird. An idea crossed through his head, and grabbing a tossed up cup, he smelled the inside. Yup, that smelt like booze.

He stood up and looked around, wondering if there was something left. He didn't want to drink too....much. But as far as he could see, they've drank it all. Letting out a sight, he cleaned his trousers and prepared himself to go to bed; being them all drunk, Anxiety wasn't something they would have, nor were they able to hold a proper conversation with him, so he decided to take a leave. He looked for Thomas around the place, since he was the only one besides Prince that wasn't in the place, but he will look for the other later.

After some minutes looking, he knocked the door of his dorm, hearing a quiet conversation inside. After a minute or two, the door opened and showed a smiling Thomas inside. Peeking over his shoulder he saw a cellphone, the screen still on. "So he actually was talking with someone".

- Hey Anxiety! Enjoying the party? - He raised an eyebrow, why would he care if he was? He only sat in a corner for most of the night, it was pretty obvious how much he was "enjoying" it, but he chose to try to play it cool for now.

- It has been nice. Why are you here? The place ended up quite silent, and Logic and Morality are quite drunk by now. Besides, Princey is missing. Do you w- - Before he was able to keep talking, a loud noise came from the living room, followed by the chatting of the rest of the party. They both looked at each other and went towards the origin of the sound, Thomas practically rushing to the place, but he was quite reluctant about dealing with whatever mess they were doing, so he let the other go ahead. When he finally arrived, the conversation had risen it's volume, a quick cheerful chat between them.

- There you are Anxiety! We were waiting for you - Well, that was weird. Prince was finally in the room, his smile as bright as ever, making him sick. His clothes and hair were quite messy, and with only that he could see that he was drunk too. He wouldn't have left anyone see him in this state.

The rest were already sitting in the ground in a round, still chatting. Morality was still in the same state that before, resting his head in his hand and partially falling asleep, but still listening to the conversation between the other two. Logan was talking with Thomas, both cheerful about something he couldn't hear quite right, nor he cared for now, but he couldn't help but notice the two cups in their hands, behind them two bottles of Vodka and some juice. Even more drinks...?

- Sit with us! We were about to play a game - Prince spoke again, sitting besides Morality, leaving an empty space between Thomas and him.

- A game?

- Yeah, things were getting a bit boring, so I thought this might make the night more interesting.

He sat without thinking much about it, Thomas handing him a cup after a while. He looked at him and then at the cup, grabbing it a bit cautious. It wasn't because he thought they put something on it, but because one things was to drink on his own, when no one was watching, and another to do so surrounded by them, his shyness kicking in. But let's be honest, he wouldn't mind a couple of sips right now, he kind of needed it, so he put his annoyed facade and let his nervousness hide behing it.

Prince waited until everyone stopped talking, a not-so-innocent smile appearing in his face, making him wonder if it was possible for him not to play the game. If he had a chance to escape before tho, it was now gone, as the creative trait searched in his pocket and after a while, took out his own cellphone and unlocked it, showing the screen to everyone.

- Let's play "Never Have I Ever", shall we?

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I have NO idea what I'm doing right now, to be honest. The idea just popped in my mind so, I just decided to give it a try.

Update 2: Someday I'll stop correcting this (?)