Sanders Sides Tickle Fic Oneshots

The Smell's Afterbath (Intrulogical)

Author's Note: EYYYYYY! First Intrulogical tickle fic! Goodness this one felt like it drug on forever. I'm completely happy with it, but it's a fic. Criticism, comments, and compliments are always welcome so let me know if there's something I can do better in writing this ship. It is my first time, but I'll get better. It's really hard to make Remus kid friendly...because that's something he's not. XD So I made him as kid friendly as I could! The fricking drag king. Regardless though. Hope you all enjoy! <3

The Smell's Afterbath

Ships: Intrulogical (Kind of Pre-romantic?)

Words ~ 2988 ~

Warnings: Remus, Deceit, Sexual Innuendos, disgusting imagery, nonspecific nudity, caps (Let me know if I forgot something.)

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      To say the mind palace had a distinct smell, was almost laughable. It was Thomas's mind, so whatever Thomas was smelling would sometimes waft into the mind scape. But, it also came to pass that whatever aroma became of the sides' antics in the mind palace became a rude announcement to Thomas's nose. So, sometimes Thomas would smell smoke in his house only to find that it was Patton's burnt cookies all along. With each passing day, Thomas found he was having a difficult time deciphering between a smell in the real world or a smell coming from inside his head. Most of the time it didn't bother him, but there were a few cases where it did.

     One such case was something not one side had considered, until Thomas had complained about it. "Hey guys?" He began, summoning the core four aspects to their proper places in his living room.

     "Hello Thomas."

     "Hiya, kiddo!"

     "Helllooooooo Thomas!!"

     "Sup dude?"

     "Sooooo..." Thomas clasped his hands together. "You guys know that I can...sometimes smell what you guys smell in the mind palace, right?"

     "Yes...although nothing here should mirror real life, so it is a mystery why you can." Virgil commented.

     "Yeah. But what are you smelling Thomas?" Patton asked.

     "It's hard to pinpoint it. It's like...one of those Monster Inc. body sprays mixed with bodily fluids, sweaty socks, and pickles for some reason." The entire room grew silent and Thomas watched as the other sides exchanged horrified looks.

     "Well...um...Thomas." Roman was the next to speak. "We've been smelling that too..."

     "But we can't get rid of it, because none of us are causing it!" Virgil growled, looking in Roman's direction, causing Thomas to turn to him as well.

     "It's not my fault!" The prince clutched his chest as if to convey offence for even considering him as the culprit. "Yes, sometimes I do stink, but it's not to this level of toxicity!"

     "And we barely even smell it when ya do, Roman!" Patton affirmed, relieved to find the prince relax after the assurance. "Yeah...this is...Remus's fault." Patton whispered into the quiet of the room.

     Thomas groaned into his hands, the rest of the room following suit, save for Logan who only rolled his eyes. "Of course it's his fault. I don't know why I forgot about him." Thomas scratched his head. "Does he even bathe?"

    "Unfortunately not. Hygiene is a foreign concept to him." Logan explained.

     "I would take it even further and say that hygiene isn't even a concept. It just doesn't exist to him." Virgil barked, causing the whole room to shift nervously.