Thomas Sanders x Reader

15

I opened my eyes. Unlike they make you think in movies, that gas did nothing for my memory. I still remembered everything, and I let out a low growl once I realized where I was.

The apartments boiler room. Great. Nothing like a hot and sticky environment to make a person comfortable.

I ignored the splitting headache I had and searched instead for Thomas, Dan, or Phil. The boiler room proved to be pretty large, and I didn't see any sign of anyone.

That is, until I heard a heavy door slam shut.

I stomped over to the door and shoved my finger in the woman's chest. "Listen, asshole, I don't know who you think you are, but if you think your going to be able to do anything to us, your wrong. The fans will be all over you."

The woman sighed and rolled her eyes. "Oh, come off your high horse. The fans will be completely oblivious. A few tweets here and there and poof! Your all off the map and mine for the taking." She smiled triumphantly at the last line. Clearly she had put a lot of thought into this whole process.

"What do you want me for hunh? I'm not famous like the rest of them. I have absolutely no purpose. Do you even like me?" I asked, confused and angry at the same time.

She gave me a dumb look. "Your right about having no purpose. But I wouldn't say you aren't famous. Every Fander, everyone in the phandom know who you are now. You've even got your own fandom and fanart."

I shook my head. "That's impossible. I have only been featured in two videos!" She rolled her eyes at me again, like she couldn't believe I was this blind. "Pictures of you and Thomas together are all over the Internet. To get back to your question, I need you because poor little Thomas will do anything for your safety. I could care less about you. But I don't want you dead. You would be useless to me then. No, I need you alive. Your like my own personal puppet." She looked away from me. "Oh, it looks like your pal just woke up!"

I turned around and heard her giggle. "Yeah, I figured you would want some company. Anyway, I've got three famous and absolutely gorgeous people to visit, so have fun and play nice!"

My eyes widened as a man twice my size stood. His clothes were torn, dried blood painting his shirt. His pants were worn and clearly too small, as it was beginning to tear in some places. He looked like he had been here forever.

He met my eye and smiled. "She brought me a toy!" I put my hand on my hip. "Excuse me?" I questioned. "I am nobody's toy. Don't you take one step towards me!"

He continued walking over. "Oh, I like them feisty." I glared. "Your pissing me off. Back. Off." He didn't stop his stride.

"That's it." I ran. Bolted really. I wasn't afraid, but I needed time to think. I heard his cry of confusion as he ran after me.

That gave me a brilliant idea. "You have to catch me!" I yelled in a flirty tone. I could hear his pounding steps go faster.

"Follow my voice!"

I ran by a valve and stood my ground there. I was in a corner, well hidden by two boilers. "I'm hiding, you'll have to find me!" I added a giggle at the end.

He continued turning around each boiler. As he got closer, I heard him whisper, "Come out come out wherever you are."

I bent down and picked up the large pair of pliers. He peeked around to look at me. "Found you."

"Well played. Time for your gift!" I hollered, slamming him over the head with them. He bellowed in pain and collapsed at my feet. I wiped the sweat off my head.