Sanders Sides Oneshots That I Might Make Into Books.

Arrogance

 If you're sensitive to common trigger warnings, I wouldn't read this. ESPECIALLY, if you are at all sensitive to suicidal talk. You're perfect, and loved. 

Every main side has minors that they need to take care of. Some are old, some are young, some light, some dark, a few were even female. But they all fall into the side's category, and so the side must remark on their actions. They must award... and punish. They must keep their minors in line. 

But what happens when they can't? This is the story of a loose minor, and all the damage it did. This is the story of Arrogance. 

Arrogance, who now stood in front of the cowering sides in his master's body and smiled. But, we can't start there, can we? You need context. 

-A few weeks earlier-

Roman sunk into his room, and finally let his tears fall. He collapsed on his bed, shaking and sobbing under the night sky that shone down on him as his roof. Tears blurred his vision, and the sword at his side cut harshly into his leg.

Thoughts swirled around in his mind, as bruise after bruise formed on his body. A hurt ego was no good at all. Roman was no good at all. Thomas definitely thought so now. 

On an impulse, Roman sat up lightning fast and threw the rose filled vase at the wall. It smashed on impact, sending broken china, water, and white and red roses everywhere. Roman gasped, horrified at what he'd done. He'd broken another thing. Only this was easily replaceable.

Roman stumbled over, shivering and shaking, and collapsed next to a majority of the vase, cutting his knee on china. His tears and blood, from wounds both physical and emotional, mixed with the flower water. He let out another sob as he weakly tried to gather the china together. 

When he finally got most of it in his hands he tried to get up, but collapsed midway, hitting his head on his gilded white desk on the way down. 

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Roman woke up in a strange new land. It looked like Thomas' living room, but thorned vines climbed the walls and a reddish glow lit the room. He noticed the tv on and stumbled towards the couch. 

He saw Thomas sitting there, wearing a red crop top and jeans. He was surrounded by Virgil, Patton, Remus, and Logan. 

"Roman, there you are!" Thomas said once he noticed the side. "We've been waiting for you to arrive!" All of the other sides looked up at him and smiled widely, calling out various encouraging hellos.

Roman looked confused, but was still ecstatic. "What?" 

"I'm going on a date later, and I need your help choosing what to wear, remember? We're going to that gala!"

Roman smiled, happier than he was wary now. "Why of course! Let's get you ready!"

Thomas smiled even wider. "Thank you! You're my hero, Ro." Thomas said as he gave Princey a high and continued to his bedroom. Roman just stood there, and tears almost spilled down his cheeks. 

"Go on, Ro. Thomas needs you." Virgil said. Roman grinned, wiped his eyes, and bounded up the stairs. He was almost there when he caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror. 

His face was perfectly clear and rainbow eyeshadow lined his eyes, sparkling gold stars on his cheekbones and dark red lipstick adorning his lips. Brownish orange hair fell in a perfect swoop, a gold crown with red and black gems embedded in it resting on his head. But what was most remarkable was that previously white fabric was black, shining sliver points dotted through it. The same sash and golden tassles adorned his chest and shoulders, and they seemd to shine. But what scared him the most was his new eyes. While they had both previously been brown, they were now a golden color, an the eyeliner around them gave the indication of a lion's eyes.