Sanders Sides One-shots

Others (BROTP - Thoxiety & Moxiety)

Ship: BROTP Thoxiety and Moxiety (wow, haven't done double ship in a while)

TW: Swearing

This is kinda just me writing and wanting to get a chapter out, so this chapter might actually be really, really bad.

I kinda just came up with this idea after seeing the Am I Original video again.

Note is at the bottom!

~flashback to Am I Original video~

"Aw... Princey, I-"

"Roman."

"Roman?"

"That's my proper name."

"Oh!"

"It felt weird, you calling me Princey when it's serious talk time."

"Oh! Well, Roman! You are so important to me! I genuinely don't know what I would do without you. You have gotten me through some of my... roughest days. But I need the other guys too. If I only ever listened to my most wonderful, romantic, fanciful thoughts, I'd be setting myself up for heartbreak."

~flashback end~

Thomas smiled and shook his head in silent laughter as he edited the video. It had been a bit of an emotional rollercoaster that had take a lot out of them.

But thankfully, they managed to patch it all up as well as discover a lot about each other along the way; Logan's 'appreciation' for poetry, Patton's love for making bad puns while playing weird games, and even a small peak at Roman's insecurities.

"Of course I'm made up of the strangest traits," Thomas chuckled to himself.

But he wouldn't have it any other way. The others were important to him and he loved and accepted them for all their quirks.

Roman, Patton, and Logan.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Patton! Do you mind getting the others? We're going out for lunch today."

"Sure thing kiddo!" Patton beamed, whipping off his apron as he sunk back down into the Mindscape.

He quickly folded it up and set it down on a nearby table before bounding off to get everyone.

He padded over to Logan's door, knocking on it.

"Yes, Patton?"

"Lunch time! Thomas wants to go out!"

"Very well. Thank you for informing me."

"Anytime." He smiled, before going over to Roman's door and repeating the news. The door was slammed in his face as Roman dramatically exclaimed that he needed time to plan out an outfit (even though his closet was literally composed of dozens of the very same outfit he always wore).

Shrugging, Patton went to knock on Virgil's door.

"What?" Virgil greeted when he opened it, an eyeshadow brush in hand.