Sanders Sides Short Stories

Story 1 - S N A P

This is my first story here. Feel free to leave requests! You can obviously tell I cannot write first person very well. At all. W A R N I N G; Logan's gonna S N A P

"For the love of Archimedes, I will never intentionally make a dad joke!" I shouted as I sunk out of frame, reemerging in my room. I stood silently, with my fists clenched and entire body shaking.

It had been bad enough when I was impersonated by Deceit. It was worse when I was tossed to the side, again, barely featured in today's video. The steady creep of negative occurrences had been slowly toppling my robotic persona, as the numbness I usually felt was eaten away by unfortunate situations. But I had kept calm. I had pushed back the dread as far as I could. But something as simple as a silly joke from Patton had burst my metaphorical dam. Something so small. So insignificant.

I could feel the wet caress of tears on my cheek. I unclenches my fists, brought them to my face and released a silent sob.

This calls for comforting clothes and a jar of Crofters.

I summoned my plush unicorn onesie, and slowly dragged my feet to my shelves to find my favorite book. I tossed the book onto my bed, and crouched level to the mini-fridge. The fridge was hidden, tucked against my bed in a manner that if one were to look from the entrance of my room towards the bed it would be unseeable. Inside of my fridge, was nothing but endless jars of Crofters jam. That's not a hyperbole - the jars were truly endless. If I were to remove a jar, close the fridge door, and then reopen it, another jelly would have replaced the one removed prior. Thomas's mind was truly capable of great things.

I tentatively picked a Logan's Berry flavored jar, and placed that on my nightstand. Logan's Berry wasn't my favorite flavor of Crofters - that title belonged to Wild Blueberry, but seeing my face on the side of the jar was comforting in some sick, conceited way.

Gosh, I'm getting to be just like Roman.

Now, I had gathered all but one object. I plucked a unicorn stuffie off my shelves, and held it to my chest fondly. Patton had sewn the doll for me after I had once been accidentally summoned to the living room while I was wearing my unicorn onesie. Patton had thought my love for unicorns was endearing, though to be fair, what's not to love? Their Scottish symbolism throughout history is fascinating.

With all of my possessions at hand, I slipped under the covers of my bed, curled up, snuggled my unicorn, and opened up my book to page one. My eyes not leaving the page, I stretched my arm, feeling for the cool touch of the jar's glass. My fingers grazed over the jam's lid.

"Heya Lo, so I'm feelin' a lil sad, which means Virgil or Roman are feelin' real sad, so I was wondering if-"

I squeaked, surprised by Patton's sudden appearance, and accidentally pushed the jar off my nightstand, shattering into bits onto the carpet.

For a moment, both Patton and I froze. A loud, broken sob escaped my throat. My day could not have possibly just gotten worse.

I roll out of my sheets onto the floor, attempting to salvage my jelly. It doesn't work, of course - I do little but slice my hands and knees on glass from the jar. Tears smudge my vision, and it's impossible to see the shards littering the floor. I my sobs sound even more pitiful, now that I'm in both pain and sadness.

A warm presence wraps around me, and slowly lifts me up into its arms. Whoever it is is comforting- solid, like a mountain. I nuzzled into the warmth, something I knew future-me would deny. But for now, it was just so close. I needed that closeness.

The sound of glass clinking reaches my ears - the side holding me wasn't the only one here.
He sat on the bed, facing the headboard, so I could see out from my head's perch on his shoulder. I was cradled in his lap, my chest heaving against his with my sobs, as they began to him a calming tune in my ear.

The bed sank below me and the mystery side, alerting me to the presence of a second side to my left. I could only infer it was Virgil - the side was a blurry, black-and-purple blob through my tears taking eyes. Virgil leaned foreword towards me and enveloped me a brief hug, before carefully unwrapping my hands from the white blob I sat on - Roman, from the appearance, and the Disney song still being hummed in my ear. I hadn't noticed I had been clutching Roman so ferociously, like a life line, until Virgil took my hands, and slowly began to wrap them in gauze. I winced as he did so - though in my wreaked state, it was something more along he lines of a sharp sob.

My tears were beginning to slow, albeit slowly so. The voice of Patton began to read my favorite book aloud, The Murder Of Rodger Ackroyd. I couldn't help another sob as I thought of how kind everybody was being to me.

Vigil finished bandaging my hands, placing them back around Roman, who was still humming, though quieter so I could better hear Patton read. I was able to see Virgil grab another, fully intact jar of Crofters jelly and unscrews the lid, dipping a spoon inside and bringing it to my lips, hand feeding me.

Roman unraveled one of his arms and reached for my plushie, the unicorn Patton had affectionately named 'Seymour the Smagical' upon his gifting of it to me, bringing the plush  into to my grasping hands.

Now with Seymour the Smagical, Roman, Patton, and Virgil here, reading me my favorite book, feeding me my second favorite jam, and cuddling me all in my onesie, you can understand my dazed confusion. Why did they care? What did they want? My questions faded to the back of my mind, as I gave into the affection I'd been seeking for so long. All of us fall asleep on my bed, tangled in bedsheets and limbs, not even one quarter into the book. I was content.