Drama Queen (A Sanders Sides Roman Angst Story) (REWRITING!)

Gloves and Insults

TW: Swearing, panic attack, fictional disease, unsympathetic/ abusive Patton

~~~ 10 years after Roman's breakdown in the mindscape, Thomas is 20~~~

~ 3rd person pov ~

Creativity was looking at his hands, frowning as a small golden glow was illuminating them. Ever since his break-down, he always had days when his hands would glow and make anything he touched glitch. He had no solution except to stay in his room until it stopped, one issue though, today was a family day. 

Family day is when the light sides spent time together from 10 am to 8 pm, and this would only happen once every month. Therefore Creativity had to come up with a solution quickly. He tried several things, all of witch resulting in glitching. He sighed after about an hour of trying and sat on his bed, thinking about just pretending to be sick.

A small snicker was heard in the room, Creativity froze, "Whose there?" He asked, slightly shaking. Suddenly, in front of Creativity on the floor, two white gloves with golden stitching appeared. Creativity looked at the gloves and picked them up, expecting them to glitch, but they didn't.

"That's odd..." He commented out loud, he decided to put on the gloves from curiosity if they could help him. Surprisingly they didn't glow with his hands. He smiled a little, not worrying about where they came from at all. He touched his desk to test if they truly worked, and nothing happened.  His smile increased as he jumped for joy. He happily hugged himself and silently thanked whoever gave him these magical gloves.

Little did he know what the gloves would cause.

The entire day went perfect, not only did he not get yelled at, but he actually was complimented for being good! As the day came to an end he went back to his room, forgetting remove the gloves as he drifted off to a lovely sleep.

~Time skip to the morning~

Creativity woke up feeling dizzy and sick, he realized that he had kept the gloves on and removed them, only to gasp in horror.

His finger tips were pure black...

He squeaked a little as he began to panic... 

What would everyone else say!? What if they found out!? What if I get banished to the dark sides!? What if Morality hits me!? Oh god oh god oh god-

The thoughts danced around Creativity immediately put the gloves back on, not wanting anyone to see...

He curled up in a little ball and began to hyperventilate as everything started to blur... The thoughts in his head got louder... Tears were flowing silently... He was having a panic attack... Creativity whimpered as the pain started... Almost an hour later he had finally calmed himself down... He was still shaking and breathing heavily, but everything else was fine...

"I'm f-fine... Just f-fine... Y-your fine Creativity..." He stood up and walked over to his personal bathroom to take medicine to stop his pain...

Creativity walked out of his room about an hour later, he looked normal besides the gloves. He walked downstairs and saw that Morality definitely looked mad.

"Hey M-morality!" He smiled nervously...

"Where the hell have you been?" Morality said to Creativity...

"U-um in my room! I w-was working on a project!" Creativity spoke nervously, still smiling...

Morality's look softened, "Good. But you need to start cleaning since it's your turn slut." Morality walked away back to his own room, still looking a little mad.

Creativity winced at the new insult, he looked down at his clothes, he sighed and decided he'd work on covering up more of himself later... Right now he needed to do what Morality said or else he knew he was gonna get beat... But all the young 14 year old could think about was the insult that rang through his mind...

'Slut'