Thomas had been drunk before, but that was before he'd started to get to know his sides.

Now he sat in the middle of the room watching them sort of just wander around the room in his drunken state.

Logan was sitting by the kitchen bench spouting incorrect facts and disastrous puns with his glasses lost and his tie tied around his head like a bandana.

Patton was a puddle on the floor (not literally) with a very loose and almost sycophantic grin on his face as he mumbled unintelligible strings of nonsense to Logan.

Virgil was fighting the affects the best he could, but with none of the others doing so he was far from winning, he was no longer wearing his hoodie and his eyeshadow was long gone.

Roman was the least yet most affected, his trait hadn't been compromised as much as it had been stimulated and strengthened, he was coming up with some of the most stupid and dangerous ideas all the while he was lurching around the room with his samurai sword shouting at a dragon witch.

Deceit was just standing at the edge of the room with his eyes rolled back into his head and was chanting some sort of mantra.

All in all, the room was a mess.

When poor Joan walked into the room he discovered his best friend collapse but still conscious surrounded by what appeared to be the Sanders Sides.

They where confused to say the least, weren't the Sanders Sides fictional characters that Thomas dressed up as and pretended to imitate?

"Thomas, what's going on?"

Joan asked in a worried voice.

Thomas looked up at the sound of their voice.

"PUPPIES!"

Then he blacked out.

Joan sighed as the other people in the room sunk down into the floor and out of existence, tomorrow would be fun.