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Excitement Extraction

Finally! This is a fic based on the prompt: "Umm for a prompt, how about a 4 against 1 on Thomas? Like, maybe he was getting frustrated with something and he snaps at them, so they cheer him up and get revenge?" - HappyAnon.

This took me a couple days to write. Marching Band has been really hefty. I might take a three day hiatus from writing fics because I'm tired out. But I'll be back hopefully by saturday.

Without further ado please enjoy:

Excitement Extraction

(Ships): None

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It had been three days since Thomas had last called upon his sides for help. The human sat in the kitchen on his phone, elbow to the table and hand on his cheek. Melancholy would be the best word to describe Thomas at the moment. Not really happy, not really sad, just extremely lethargic and unproductive.

Logan had noticed this much before any of the other sides. His thought process became jumbled after the first day, unabling him to do much work. He tolerated longer than he would have because he concluded that Thomas just needed some space, but after two more days of this he had had enough.

"Thomas." Logan popped up with his arms folded, obviously in a very irritated mood. "Please. Engage your brain," He motioned to himself as he said this. "So I can be rid of this so called...funk." He picked out a vocab card for the last word to make sure he used it right.

"Yeah sure whatever." Thomas whisked the logical trait off by mentally pushing him back down into the mind space.

"Hey! Wai-" But he was already gone, out of earshot for the human to hear anymore of his pleas. Thomas knew Logan had went and complained to the others, because not a moment later Roman appeared in the same place.

"Excuse you! I am about as irritated as Logan right now and I-"

"Yeah yeah sure. That's great Princey." With that the human, pushed the aspect in the same manner as Logan, clearly being ignorant of anything the fanciful aspect had to say.

Next to show up was Patton. "Heya kiddo. You've been distant lately? Are you...avoiding us?" Patton looked at his feet then back up at his human. Thomas groaned in response.

"No Patton, I just don't want to be bothered right now. Nothing against you or any of the others. Please just go away."

"But kiddo-" Morality tried to reach out only to have Thomas shoot him down.

"Don't kiddo me and just sink down or Ill push you down like the others." Thomas didn't look up from his phone at all, so he did not see the heartbroken, pouty face the dad trait gave as he sank down slowly.

For five more minutes it was quiet. Thomas sighed in relief as he thought the others had learned their lessons. He did not see the black figure slowly rising from behind him.

"THOMAS!!" A voice yelled in his ear causing the human to jump and fall out of his chair.

"AAAAAHHHH!!" He whipped his head toward the source of the voice, in enough time to see Virgil hopping on top of the table and swiping Thomas's discarded phone.

"Thats enough of that." Virgil huffed as he sat criss-cross applesauce on top of the table and peered down at Thomas from his perch. "Start talking." He looked at his human sternly and shoved the phone in his pocket.

Thomas shook his head as he rose to his feet and sat back down. "Please Virgil...I just...I don't want to talk to anyone, let alone myself."

"I know. I've noticed. How do you think I feel when you keep pulling me into your videos? We are talking whether you like it or not. You owe me that much."