Sanders Sides Oneshots/Short Stories

Sloths Grow Algae on their Fur as Camaflouge

WC: 1737

Remus-

Remus King opened his eyes and uncovered his right wrist at 5:56 PM on June 25th, his 16th birthday. 'Hey', spelled out the messy cursive writing that cloned his soulmate's handwriting and showed their first words to him. Remus felt disappointed; anyone could say 'hey' to him! How would he ever find his soulmate?

Roman looked over his shoulder at the words, then sighed and said, "Oof. Good luck finding your soulmate." Remus only groaned and shoved his older brother off of him. Roman had an easier one: 'Agh, shit, I spilled my coffee all over you'. All he had to do was bump into someone with coffee.

Janus-

Janus Dolian, on February 3rd, had almost forgotten it was his 16th birthday. That was, until he felt a feather-like sensation on his right wrist like words being etched into his skin. He jumped at the realization that that was precisely what it was; his Soulmark. The first words that his soulmate would speak to him. He covered his wrist, not wanting to see it until it was done, and when he looked, he was probably the most confused he'd ever been in his life. 'Sloths grow algae on their fur as camouflage' in very messy neon green handwriting. Huh? Oh well, at least he'd know who his soulmate was when he found them.

Remus-

"Janus C. Dolian?" Mr. Berry was reading attendance on the first day of 12th grade.

"I actually go by Jay," said a quiet voice from the back row, and Remus turned his head back to see the cute person it came from shrink back into his seat. He had a mark over his left eye- birthmark, burn, or something else? Remus didn't really know.

Mr. Sanders cleared his throat. "Okay, I will be sure to change that later. Remus Duke?"

"Here and present, Mister!" exclaimed Remus, spinning back around and shooting his hand up into the air. Mr. Berry gave him an annoyed look, and before Remus could say more, Mr. Berry called the next person's name.

At lunch that day, Remus looked for his brother Roman. Roman was older than him by just over a year, but had to repeat 10th grade because of his inability to focus in class, so they were both in 12th grade. He finally found Roman: sitting with a purple-haired boy at a table in the corner. Weird, he never sits in the corner. Roman always sat in the middle of wherever there were people.

He walked over to his older brother. "Hey, Ro!"

"Oh, hey!" Roman responded. "Guess what? I found my soulmate!"

Remus was genuinely surprised. "Really? That's great-" he looked down at his brother's shirt, "Oof." The guy with purple hair ducked his head and muttered a sorry, and Roman assured him that it was fine. Remus decided that it was time to leave his brother, and went to go bug his other friend Logan.

"Lo-Lo! Guess what-- Roman found his soulmate!" Logan was Remus's closest friend, and one of the only ones to put up with his nonsense. He hadn't found his soulmate yet, and while he didn't voice his distress, Remus had suspicions that Logan was worrying about it. So, being Remus, the thing he did was try to distract his friend with dirty jokes and Vine compilations.

Logan looked up from the book he was reading and said, "Sorry, could you repeat that? I had my attention turned to my book."

Remus bounced on his toes and repeated, "Roman found his soulmate! It's a dude with purple hair!" Logan smiled and hummed, turning his attention back to his book, titled The Murder of Roger Ackroyd. "Logaaaaan! You've read that book like a million times! C'mon, meet him!"

The one reading sighed. "I could not have read this book one million times, that would take me approximately five million hours and twenty-four minutes. Subtracting 8 hours of sleep per night and approximately one hour of eating per day, and the 6 hours during which I will be doing school work, I have only been alive for-"