MultiFandom Imagines

From Anonymous (Sanders Sides)

Thomas' POV
"Okay, see you guys tomorrow!" I wave to Patton, Logan, Virgil, and Roman as they continue down the street to their own houses. I unlock my front door and make my way inside. I drop my backpack on the bench near my door but notice an odd black envelope hanging out of an unzipped pocket like it was shoved into my backpack. I pull it out and grab a letter opener. There is a printed-out sheet of paper with writing on it.

'I only had two simple rules to follow. Choose who to trust (I chose you, Thomas) and be kind but firm. That's all. But I chickened out, and now I'm writing this letter instead. I can't tell you who I am, but I can tell you one thing. I'm not Virgil. From the black envelope and the depressing undertone, I know you would think I'm Virgil, but I'm not. I am far from his personality, at least in front of you guys. Alone, I am exactly like Virgil, maybe even worse. I'm one of your 'friends', Thomas.

I put 'friends' because that is why I am writing this. I'm not in a great place right now. I look at all you guys and just feel bad for even thinking you all are at fault. But when I'm very sad, I tend to lash out and play the blame game. I sometimes feel left out by you guys. You all tell each other secrets and are very close, but I feel like you never include me. I know it is unfair of me to guilt-trip you, but it's how I feel. And I know you guys don't do it on purpose, but it still hurts. But I know I can't really complain either because I know if you guys ever found out how I actually feel, you would only talk to me out of pity, or I would just be too uncomfortable and awkward that I would decline your offer. Even though I know I would say 'no thanks,' it feels nice to be included every once in a while.

I went to the park recently, and I've been talking with this kid. He doesn't go to our school, but he understands. He said that I shouldn't have to deal with that. He said that regardless of whether I love you guys or not, I have to stand up for myself. Then he told me the rules, I wimped out, yadda yadda yadda, and that brings me to now. Now, because I am keeping this anonymous, you can't really help solve the problem; I need to do that myself. But I wrote this to you just to let you know, so you can understand, and so I could vent.

From,

Anonymous'

I sighed with a troubled look on my face. I sat down in a chair, trying to decipher who this could be. It's obviously not Virgil and I. It can only be Patton, Roman, or Logan. That said their personality is far from Virgil's in front of us so it can't be Logan, he acts like him in a way. That shortens the list to Roman or Patton. I ran a hand down my face, "This is gonna be torture to figure out." I whisper to myself.

~~~~~~Time skip to a month later~~~~~~

I have received two more letters in the last month. They sound like random diary entries from a lonely teen, and I still feel bad for having not figured them out yet. Both Patton and Roman seem just fine. Like the letters don't exist. I haven't shown them to anyone out of respect for the owner but it is driving me up the wall. The last letter seemed darker than the other two, the author sounded very depressed and I'm scared that if I don't fix this now, something bad might happen to one my dear friends.

I leave my house and begin walking to the usual spot my friends are at in the morning. Sure enough, they're at Starbucks. At 7 in the morning. We are very entertaining to the half-asleep business people that pass by. "Hey, guys." They all say hi to me as I sit down. "Oh, Tommy boy, have you seen Patton? He's late." I furrow my eyebrows at Roman, "What do you mean?" He shrugged, "I don't know. I waited outside Patton's house for 10 minutes before just telling him to meet us at Starbucks." I subconsciously reached for my backpack, where all three letters were tucked deep in my binder.

"Did any of you guys get the letters?" I stared at their faces, desperate for any recognition. Hoping they wrote them or at least heard of them. They all had confused faces. 'Oh no.' I pulled my backpack on and ran back in the direction of Patton's house. His parents were never home so I didn't need to worry about them freaking out about a teenager breaking into their house.

I didn't want to cause any worry though so I knocked on the door. "Patton? Patton, please, I know you're home. Just tell me you're sick. Just tell me and I'll go to school, just let me know you're okay." When he didn't answer, I knocked more forcefully.

I huffed and looked around the front yard, seeing a creepy-looking gnome. 'Patton's family hates gnomes. There has to be a key there.' Sure enough, there was a key. I opened the door and ran up to Patton's room. "Patton? Where are you?!" I shouted. I heard a small whimper from the bathroom. I open the (thankfully) unlocked door to see Patton clutching his stomach on the floor. I rushed over to him."Patton! Please tell me you didn't..."

He shook his head. "No. I considered it, I almost did it, but I felt like throwing up and I dropped the bottle and pills in the sink." I sighed in relief and sat down next to him, hugging his shoulders. "I love you so much, Patton. Just thinking about you doing something like that scares me to death. You know this means I know about your letters now, right?" He looks down at the ground and nods, tears pooling his eyes and streaming down his face.

"I care about you, Pat, we all do. I won't pity you now or do anything you are uncomfortable with, but at least let me help you. I'll come over to your house more often, okay?" He nods and giggles, "Tommy, you're at my house every week anyways." I smile, "Of course I am. You're baking is amazing!"

"Thomas, thank you. I thought the letters weren't good ideas at first but they actually helped me."

"I'm just glad I could help you when I did, Pat."

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Haha, enjoy this thing. Do I know why I made this book? Yes. Five flights and so much jet lag later, I created something no one asked for. 

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