Sanders Sides Oneshots/Short Stories

In Which Thomas Finds Out his Sides are Real

Otherwise known as, how the sides get their names.

Summary: Thomas is finished filming a Sanders Sides video and jokingly asks one of his sides something, only to have that side answer back.

WC: 1313

TW: none?

UNEDITED

Thomas had just finished filming his most recent Sanders Sides video, titled 'The Mind vs. The Heart'. He looked outside the window, and the sun was just beginning to set.

"Bye, Thomas!" Joan was the last to leave for the day, they had stayed for a little while to hang out. Thomas waved and said goodbye as well, then headed over to his kitchen to try and find something cookable to have for dinner. Upon finding nothing, he pulled out his phone and looked up a pizza place that delivered; or did he want chinese food?

After a few minutes of inner debate, he jokingly questioned aloud, "I dunno, Logic, what do you think? Pizza or chinese?"

The answer he heard in his head was as clear as his own voice out loud just a few seconds ago. "Perhaps you could try cooking something for once. Why own a stove if you never use it?"

"What the- who's there?!" Thomas all but yelled, jumping forward and turning around, before glancing around nervously and realizing he was alone in his house.

The weird voice spoke again. "My apologies, I didn't mean to scare you. But did you not ask me a question?" The voice sounded strangely similar to his own. It was his own, Thomas realized, this was the voice he used when he was playing Logic from-

"Wait-- LOGIC?! You guys are real?!" The realization came to him faster than a brick hitting the ground from the highest floor of a skyscraper. He knew it was absurd. But how else could he explain it? The voice- Logic's voice- seemed to be coming from nowhere and everywhere, instead of from a specific place, as if it were coming from inside his brain.

"Yes, we are real. Well, as real as figments of your imagination can be," said Logic.

Wow. WOW. That was weird. Talking to himself, but someone else. How could he describe it? Just then, Thomas had an idea. "Wait, since you're a figment of my imagination, can you, like, manifest yourself in real life so that I can see you?"

Logic waited a few seconds before responding. "Yes, I suppose, but only you would be able to see me. Well, you and the other sides, I suppose, if you were to request them to appear as well." Oh, right, he had other sides, too. The fact that they were actually real was mind-boggling as it was, and he could actually summon them, too? "Oh, and we don't look exactly like you, as we are portrayed in your Sanders Sides series."

"Really? What do you look like, then?"

He wasn't met with a response. Rather, an indigo glow next to the staircase where Logic usually stood. After a few seconds, Thomas stood next to a man who was slightly taller than himself, with a rounder face as well, and black hair that was slicked back. His eyes weren't Thomas's warm brown, but instead the deepest blue Thomas had ever seen. He still looked similar to Thomas, but wasn't a direct replica.

"As long as I don't deviate too far from your looks, I can appear how I like to, and this is the form that is most appealing to me," said Logic. Ah, that explained the different looks.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Thomas. "What do the other sides look like? Does Morality still have glasses? What color eyes do Prince have?"

Logic smirked, and did an arm motion, waving his arm up toward the TV.

"Oh! Hello there, Thomas!" the princely one exclaimed, doing his signature pose. He was the same height as Thomas, but his hair had a red streak and his eyes were different colors; one was dark red and one was a shocking green. He was also a little bit more muscular. "Logic, you finally told him about us?"

"Well, I wasn't going to, but then he presented the perfect opportunity by asking me what he should get for dinner."

"Oh, you're such a nerd! It was probably a rhetorical question!"

"Both of you, please stop for a moment. It's giving me a headache," groaned Thomas, rubbing his temples. Their bickering was, literally, giving him a splitting headache.

Creativity faltered for a moment, then dropped his anger and said, "Sorry, Thomas, we didn't realize we were hurting you."

Thomas sighed and put his hands down. "It's fine... I just can't believe you guys are real! Does Joan have sides as well?"

Logic froze in his tracks from where he was, walking over to the pantry to see if Thomas had anything cookable. He crossed his arms and turned around, expression serious. "You can't tell anyone about us." Huh? "We may be figments of your imagination, but we have real consciousness. You have the ability to bring us into the real world." As if to prove his point, he opened a cabinet and took a plate out of it. "I wouldn't be able to interact with physical objects if I weren't real, if it wasn't for your ability."

The host turned to his Creativity, who had a serious look on his face as well. "So, to answer your question, no, Joan doesn't have sides."

But there were so many things that didn't make sense still! "Would other people just see a plate floating in thin air, then?" asked Thomas.

"It doesn't work exactly like that," Logic started, putting the plate back in the cabinet, "but I can't exactly explain how it does work. The forces of the universe, somehow, will force peoples' attention away from the seemingly floating object."

"But how do you know that?" Thomas questioned his logical side. At this point, he wasn't sure if he were going crazy. "And what if one of you brings something over to me and someone sees?"

Logic sighed, frustrated that his host was being so- well, logical. He explained the best he could, "Once again, the forces of the universe will be at work. The person who saw will be, for lack of a better word, dazed, tricked into thinking that you were the one who moved the object, or that it was always there. Does that make sense?"

No, in fact, it did not make any sense at all to Thomas. But it wasn't like he couldn't accept the answer; it was the only explanation he had.

A light blue glow from where the curtains were took Thomas's attention away from Logic. A cheery voice spoke, "Hey, kiddos! I was called?" The man standing next to the curtains had a honey-blonde curly mop of hair on his head, with similar glasses to Logic's. He had light blue eyes and was wearing the blue polo shirt and cardigan that Thomas wore in videos, but wore khaki jeans that were cuffed at the ankles.

Logic sighed, and put his fingers to his temples. "Hello, Morality," he deadpanned.

Thomas was a little taken aback by Logic's attitude. "You're pretty different than I portray you in videos," he said to his logical side.

"Yes, I thought it would be best for you to portray me with a more cheery disposition at first," he stated in the same flat voice, "and if you are wondering, similar things have happened in your Mindscape as in your most recent video."

The host looked between his logical side and his moral side, before seeming to realize something, and exclaimed, "Hey, yeah! I was drawing off real life examples, so I guess that makes sense." Logic nodded slightly at this.

"Uh, so, kiddo, you finally know about us, huh?" Morality smiled, trying to break the silence.

Thomas chuckled, saying, "Yeah, I guess." But it was a bit absent, because another thought had come to his mind. If all of these sides were real, so was Anxiety. And he didn't really feel like actually meeting the antagonist of his series.

Guess who was gonna write more but then didn't work on it for a week and lost motivation? That's right, me!

Take it easy guys gals and nonbinary pals, peace out!