Thomas was in his twenties, living the life of a successful YouTuber. He made lots of fun vlogs where he played made-up games with his friends, and it was a blast, but he felt like there was something missing. He wanted to be known for something in particular, for his channel to have a staple of some kind.

He sighed to himself, having given himself the task of going through his closet. It had been a solid couple years of just throwing whatever he didn't have a place for in it, and now it was in desperate need of organizing. It's not that Thomas wanted to spend his day doing this, it was that his friends would badger him about it until he did.

The closet was almost empty when he found a small box. He scowled, pulling it out of the corner it was tucked into. It was dusty and slightly beat up. The sharpie writing on the top showing his name had almost smudged off completely, so he couldn't read what else was written on it. "That's odd... I wonder what's in here," he muttered to himself as he pried the box open with some difficulty.

A gasp escaped his lips at what he found inside it. "No way..." Thomas breathed, reaching into it to pick up one of them. He brushed off the dust, a disbelieving smile crossing his face. "Patton?"

The doll, of course, didn't respond, but it didn't feel like he needed to with the wide smile that had always been present on his knit face. He hugged him tightly, grinning as he felt a rush of childhood nostalgia. Sitting him down on the floor next to him, he went back into the box. He smiled even wider as he pulled out Logan, brushing him off and sitting him down with a head nod. The more stoic of the two didn't care for hugs as much as Patton.

"Good to see you again, Logan," he said before turning to look again. He gasped as his eyes landed on Virgil and Roman, the dolls leaning on each other, arms entangled as if they were holding each other. He picked them up with a knowing grin. "I knew you two would get along."

Thomas sat them down next to Patton and Logan, looking at them with a big smile. "It's been so long since I've seen you guys," he told them with a smile. "I can't believe you were just laying that box! Who knows how long you were in there! Come on, I'll find you a spot in the house."

He picked them up, carrying them to his living room where he found an empty spot on his bookshelf. He carefully sat each of them down on it, positioning them just right before moving to the table where a blank notebook sat open. Having finished the closet with that final box, he wanted to return to brainstorming ideas for his scripted series.

"Maybe I should tell them about me?" Thomas thought out loud. "Me... let's see; I'm creative, like I'm constantly dreaming big and imagining fantasy scenarios. I think I'm pretty nice, and have good morals, and I love dad jokes! I'm also analytical at times..."

He glanced up as thought, eyes landing on the dolls. His eyes widened as he gasped, beginning to scribble a couple words. A grin crossed Thomas' face as he looked back up at the dolls. "Thanks guys!" he said excitedly as he ran to grab his phone. Two words were scribbled at the top of the page: Sanders Sides.