Sanders Sides Tickle Fic Oneshots

Hide in the Mood, Confide in Food

Author's Note: HHNNGNGGHGHH! Okay. I have been working on this fic for almost a year and I was determined to finish it. Litterally I started it July 18th of 2018 and have tried to finish it multiple times. I'm just gonna say this now. I'm not happy with this fic. I'm more proud of myself for actually finishing it. I'm aware that the pacing is off and that it kind of sucks. But not all of it sucks. There's some good stuff in this fic and that's why I wanted to finish it. I'll admit there's not much tickling and that might be the part that's rushed, so I apologize for that in advance. But its done. Its over. I don't ever have to think about it again. And I can now breathe because it's not looming over my head anymore. So I hope you guys enjoy, but I'm not gonna be surprised if you don't. Some words of encouragement would be appreciated if you guys did though, because this fic was HARD. Regardless of anything though, here it is.

Hide in the Mood, Confide in Food

Ships: (None)

Words ~ 1967 ~

Warnings: Deceit mention, regurgitating food, feeling bad for no reason, food mention, and surveillance. (Let me know if there's anything else.)

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The night prior to the morning Thomas woke up all groggy was certainly a crazy one. He had invited all of his friends over for a jam packed evening filled with games, snacks, and other types of frivolities. As custom with big parties, the mess that laid strewn about after the guests had left was quite monumental, but the one thing Thomas was grateful for was all the leftover food.

Approximately only one fourth of the food bought for the party was consumed, and even when Thomas awoke to a large mess around him, the idea of having food for days gave him the satisfaction of not having to worry about grocery shopping that week. Well, that is until it all began to go missing.

He noticed it the day after he had cleaned up from the party. The chicken wings he was hoping to have for dinner seemed to have disappeared when he opened the fridge to retrieve them. Scratching his head in bewilderment, he was sure he'd seen them in there just two hours earlier. Sadly, Thomas just settled on finishing the rest of the macaroni salad instead of the tasty chicken wings.

The next instance of disappearing food happened later that night at 11:39 pm when Thomas was expecting the last piece of cake to be residing in it's container on the bottom shelf, only to find it had also mysteriously vanished. It was at this time, thomas new something was up. The fact that he was alone in his apartment most of the time meant his sides felt the liberty to appear and disappear at will. And with that piece of information, Thomas deduced that one of them had to have nipped the party food from him, even if they didn't need to eat.

Thomas first approached Logan about this, who was in the kitchen making himself his regular peanut butter and Crofter's sandwich for lunch. The logical aspect, once questioned, quickly stated that he hadn't touched any of the unhealthy snacks left over from the party and bid Thomas to look elsewhere. Roman quickly crossed paths with Thomas in the hallway not five minutes later and, like Logan, hadn't eaten anything but the food he conjured up for himself. They both suggested that Patton might be the one who was stealing the food, because like Thomas he too felt comfort in consuming feel-good food.

A few minutes later, Thomas sat on the couch and contemplated how to catch the thief. He didn't want to jump to conclusions and blame Patton exclusively for the vanishing food, but all the evidence he had pointed to him. Patton was the only one who ate from the refrigerator and used ingredients to cook meals for himself, Thomas, and the other sides. He also sometimes stocked it. But, Patton couldn't be the culprit because he had never taken food without asking before, unless it was a new development.