Sanders Sides One Shots

Thomas, I Shrunk The Sides

For once, it was not Roman's fault. Actually, it might have been his fault, he adamantly denies it, but the purpose of this story is not to figure who shrunk them, but to inform of the events that transpired while they were shrunk.

The day began normally enough. Patton was making serving breakfast, Logan was reading at the table, Roman was pending what seemed like an eternity in the bathroom, and Virgil was still in his room, possibly asleep, possibly just messing around online, that doesn't really matter. The important part is there locations, 2 in the kitchen, 1 in the bathroom, and 1 in his room.

Now, this is where things get interesting and where I as the writer will take a small bit of creative freedom to describe how the transformation felt. In all reasonableness, it was probably painful, most likely due to their anatomy changing in only a few short seconds, though the word painful doesn't accurately describe and it and maybe a mild way to say it at best. For the purpose, we will that the transformation felt like a mixture of bee stings and like static was engulfing your entire body, so a somewhat painful, but mostly annoying sensation. 

After the transformation, there was fear, mostly Virgil, but all of them had. Then there was confusion coupled with the fear. Thoughts running thoughts each of their heads. Patton wondering if the other's we ok, Logan trying to solve the problem, Roman thinking of ways to vanquish whatever foe had done this, and Virgil, well with Virgil, there were clear thoughts it was pure and perfect chaotic symphony of panic and worry, torn between thoughts safety and his own.

After taking a few breathes to regain his composure, Patton walked over to Logan, and though it took much longer than it normally would, but finally he got there.

"Lo, are you ok?" Patton asks as he approaches Logan.

Logan turns to him and responses, "Yes, I appear to be fine. How are you?"

Patton nods. "I'm ok, and I hope the others are too," he replies.

"So do. We should look for them, they'd most likely be in the normal morning place." Logan agrees

Patton suggests, "Ok, I'll go to Virgil's room and you to the bathroom?" his voice unsure,

"That's satisfactory" Is Logan's reply.

With that they parted, each going as fast as possible to their destination. Logan didn't even make it to the bathroom before Roman tackled him to the ground.

"LOGAN!" Roman yells as he flies through the air towards Logan.

"Yes?" Logan asks, his voice muffled beneath Roman.

Roman answers, "You're ok." as he gets off his logical counterpart.

"Yes, though you tackling me did run the risk of injuring me," Logan replies, mildly exasperated.

"Sorry about that. I was just really happy to see you." Roman replied looking down and blushing a bit.

Logan sighs and says, "Clearly, now come along, we're going to meet the other's by Virgil's room." before leading Roman away.

As that exchange was happening, Patton had found Virgil crying in his room. He rushed over and said, "Virge, what's wrong?"

Virgil looked at Patton, his eyes full of tears. "Pat, you're ok."

"Yeah, kiddo," Patton replies with a gentle smile.

Virgil launched himself at Patton, wrapping his arms around him. "I'm so glad."

"I'm glad you're ok too. Now let's go meet up with the other's and figure out what the heck happened to us."

The two groups met up in the middle and began to discuss possible ways to get themselves back to normal. Now, this is where I as the writer will omit some details of this particular story. To put it bluntly, a large portion of time wasted arguing, and the only useful thing that came out of it was deciding to check Roman's spell books.

The journey to Roman's room was long and boring and would honestly mess up the pacing of this story, so those details will also be left out of this story, but no worries you're not missing anything interesting, just some arguing between Virgil and Roman which was so mild it can even be considered light banter.

When they arrived, they noticed a previously overlooked issue, there was no conceivable way to get to the books. Ordinarily, this is when a deus ex machina occurs and the insurmountable obstacle is magically surmounted. That is not the case in our story. 

Instead of getting a deus ex machina they had to resort to Plan B, which is anti-climatically waiting for whatever made them small to large again. Now I will tell you this if I had any sort of control over this story besides what details to include I would change the end. Plan B working just doesn't make a good ending to this story, but sadly that the is true ending.

After a few hours of waiting and brainstorming ideas for ways to become large again they just were large again. Now the events that transpired for those few hours will always be a mystery, but I will give one clue as to what may have happened, for those few hours Thomas was under the effects of laughing gas. Make of that what you will.