a few things before i start: 1: This is my first fanfic so it's probably not going to be very good. 2: I don't really like writing fluff into a story unless it's relevant to the plot, so if you're looking for that kind of stuff, find a different fanfic. sorry. 3: In this fanfic, the light sides (Logan, Patton, Roman- and maybe Virgil) have wings that they can make appear and disappear, and the dark sides have claws and horns with similar properties.
"Hmm. I think I'll call this one... 'The next Sanders Sides video.' How's that sound?"
Thomas was trying to make a new video. Unfortunately, it wasn't going well. He couldn't think of any good ideas for the title or plot, and the Sides were starting to get annoyed.
"Thomas, you do know that in the past, a title that was relevant to the plot of the video was more successful than one that was based on the type of video, do you not?" replied Logan, Thomas's logical side.
"And, once you release a new Sanders Sides video after this one, this title will sound awkward and out of place, so um... That's a really bad title," added Virgil, the embodiment of Thomas's anxiety. Virgil knew that this was when Roman, Thomas's hopes, dreams and creativity, would say something like, "You would know a lot about being awkward and out of place, wouldn't you, Hot Topic?" But no such comment was voiced. In fact, Sir Sing-a-lot was no where to be seen. That's odd, thought Virgil, Thomas is brainstorming ideas for a video. Princey should be here. Where is h-- Virgil's thought was interrupted by Patton, Thomas's morality, saying, "Aww, come on guys, it wasn't that bad," in his signature kind-hearted tone. "Hey, Princey, what do you-- Princey?"
Of course, I'm always the first one to notice the problem. I should have spoken up earlier- now they're probably going to think I don't care about Princey, thought Virgil.
"Perhaps this is why Thomas is having trouble brainstorming ideas for a video. Has anyone seen Roman today?"
There goes Logan, always solving every problem he notices... I wish I were that smart, thought Virgil. "I haven't seen Romano since yesterday, when we were watching Cinderella together."
"I haven't seen him either- he didn't even come downstairs this morning to eat my special Pancake Cake!" Patton whined.
"So, Logan, you think that Princey's the reason why you guys don't like my ideas?" asked Thomas, in an uncharacteristically emotionless tone.
"Yes! I think we should all go to Princey's room to check if he's okay," Logan replied, starting confident but becoming more worried as he continued to speak.
Virgil was a bit anxious that if the Sides went into Roman's room for too long they'd become corrupted, as they'd be if they stayed in Virgil's room for too long. The anxious facet decided not to express this fear to the others, on the notion that they might accuse him of keeping Thomas from achieving everything he could have achieved had Virgil not existed.
The sides all sank down there way they would when they were done with a video, except this time they were going to Roman's room instead of their respective rooms. Thomas fidgeted as he sank down, confronted by the unfamiliarity of the action.
Roman's room was not how Virgil remembered it. The trophies were all out of line, some scattered on the floor. As he rose up in his usual spot, Virgil almost tripped on a golden apple.
"It's... nice, I guess," Thomas stated nonchalantly in an attempt to break the stunned silence filling the room.
"What- what happened here? Princey? Are you in here?" called Patton, starting to fear for the creative side's safety.
"It looks as though... I think Roman may have been kidnapped," Logan stated, attempting to sound indifferent and falling miserably. He was barely able to stop the tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. He had to keep everyone together. He had to stay strong for Patton. He had to find a way to get Princey back. I wish I were wrong more often, the logical side thought, I wish it now more than ever...
The silence that swept over the room after Logan spoke was filled with many emotions. Horror. Despair. Shock. Thomas didn't know what he was feeling. Logan didn't want to know.
I should have kept him safe, Virgil brooded silently, that was my job, wasn't it? Keeping everyone safe. They may not have liked me for it, but I did my job. Until now. Now... Now I don't know what to do. Logan and I know how to swordfight, but how will that help if we can't even find Princey?Oh, that poor kiddo, Patton thought to himself, Who knows what the Dark Sides are doing to him? Guess I'll die, thought Thomas.
Logan wasn't thinking. He wasn't brainstorming ways to get back his romantic counterpart. What was happening inside his head could only be described as a hurricane- every thought he ever had, every piece of knowledge he ever knew, every emotion he ever pushed to the back of his mind so he wouldn't have to deal with- all racing through Logan's huge library of a brain at once. It was terrifying.
"Logan!" Patton's shriek brought the logical side back to reality. "What's happening to Virgil?" Patton pointed at a purple hoodie rocking back and forth on the stairs where Virgil was a few minutes ago.
"He's having a panic attack." Logan rushed to sit next to Virgil on the stairs. "You're going to be okay, Virge. Just breathe with me. In for four, hold for seven, out for eight. In for four, hold for seven, out for eight. You're doing great. In for four, hold for seven, out for eight."
"Thanks," Virgil rasped once he calmed down.
"No problem, Virgil," replied Logan, returning to his usual place to Virgil's left. "Now, we should discuss how we're going to rescue Roman. As much as I hate to say it, I don't know if any solution to this problem. Anyone else have an idea?"
"We could just go to bed and wait for Roman to come back," said Thomas.
"Any helpful ideas?" Logan was often irritable when he was anxious.
When the silence grew longer, he became even more angry. "Come on, no one has any ideas?" he shouted incredulously.
I have an idea, Virgil thought. He had tried to say it out loud but was too nervous. He tried again: "I, um, I have an idea..."
"What is it?" Logan asked when Virgil paused.
"Oh- well, you might not like it..."
"Whatever it is, it's the best idea we've got so spit it out," Logan said.
"Maybe we could ask Balance for help?" Virgil said, his eyes squeezed shut as if he expected Logan to hit him.
Patton and Logan flinched.
"Who's Balance?" asked Thomas.
"Balance is a side," Logan replied testily, adding, "But we can't ask him for help, he's half dark side! He's got claws and everything"
"He's helped us before..."
"That doesn't mean he'll help us now. And don't you remember how hard he is to work with?"
"I think we should at least try to get him to help," interrupted Patton, "it's not like we have any better ideas, right?"
"Fine... But we should leave Thomas here and get Joan or someone to make sure he doesn't ruin his channel or social media with his dull content," Logan agreed reluctantly.
"Ok let's go!" shrieked Patton excitedly, "I haven't talked to Balance in such a long time!"
Thanks for taking the time to read chapter 1! I'll try to post updates whenever I can (or whenever I figure out how, lol). I do have a plan for what's going to happen next but if you want to suggest a direction you think I should take this, I'd be happy to take your ideas into consideration. Thanks again for reading and have a great day- unless you're reading this late at night because you can't sleep. In that case, you should go to bed. My story may be awesome but it's not worth losing sleep over! :)