Sanders Sides One Shots

Room Switching

Spoilers for the new Sanders Sides video, if that's even a thing still happening (seriously if you haven't seen it, wyd)

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"Yeah, but this still doesn't help with why," Thomas complains, looking in between all of his Sides. "Why can't I think of anything to create?"

Everyone's eyes turned on Roman. He yelped. "What are you all looking at me for?"

"Dude, you're kidding, right?" Virgil rolled his eyes.

"Roman, are you alright?" Patton asks, voice soft to hopefully not make Roman feel pressured or at fault.

He opened his mouth, words silent on his lips as he tries to explain something he doesn't even understand.

"I believe I can offer a better solution." Logan directed everyone's attention. He stands up tall and snaps his fingers. Their surroundings go black for a split second, and then they were changed.

No longer were they standing in Roman's regal room, but now in a neater, more organized room.

"Welcome to my room." Logan greets them as they all look around, surveying the clear categorization of the room. The dining room table had piles of neatly stacked papers, and the bookshelf next to it had filing bins. "Now we can get some things done."

"What?" Roman frowns, lifting his hand to snap, transforming them back to his room. Creativity started to channel through them again, and Virgil coughs. Roman seems to glare at Logan as his arms grew antsy, trying not to cross them to show how he felt. "No, this is my room debut. My video."

Logan rolled his eyes, lacing his hands together behind his back as a smug look grew on his face. "You think we can get anything done when you can't even solve your own problems?"

With one look behind him, Logan gestures to the clear mess on the dining room table, papers on top of it strewn everywhere, and papers under it crumpled into balls. Failed ideas, failed plans, failed creativity. He had failed. Again and again.

"No, I am sure we would be far more successful in my room." Without a response, Logan snaps his fingers and teleports them back to his room. Virgil sits down on the staircase and silently puts his head in his hands, which Logan took as him being annoyed. Logan understood. Roman was being annoying.

"What makes you think that we can channel creativity in a place that only understands logic?" Roman spat out at him. Frowning and waiting for an answer.

Logan straightens his glasses. "As I recall, proper planning is the plan behind the creative process. Without me to plan anything, you'd have nothing to go off of. Isn't that correct, Thomas?"

"Well." Thomas looks back and forth between Roman and Logan, confused and not wanting to choose sides. He only wanted the issue fixed. "Maybe?"

"Patton?" Roman turned to him, hoping that he would at least agree with him. "What do you think?"

Patton scrunched his eyes shut, opening them one at a time. He hadn't heard the question. "Yes?"

"See?" Roman's raised voice practically squeaked out, and he teleported them back to his room.

"No!" Logan yelled back at him, returning them to his room.

Roman snapped. "Yes!"

"Guys?" Thomas stepped in. "Can we... just stop the room switching for... for just a second."

"Ditto." Patton agreed from his place bent over, hands on his knees as he faced the ground. The room was swirling around him, and he couldn't tell where he even was. Virgil had long since stopped watching, feeling his heart beating loudly in his ears, and he rocked himself unnoticeably back and forth as his breathing hitched.