Differently Abled: Another Fantasy AU

(because that’s all I’m good for)

Triggers: um I can’t really think of any besides Sympathetic Deceit. Let me know if you find any. DISCLAIMER: This is my first try at an AU like this, and I want to be respectful of these disabilities if I say something wrong please correct me - or point me to sources where I can better educate myself. Future pairings: For romantic pairings, I’m planning on Moxiety, Roceit, and maybe something for Rémy too. Though they aren’t present here because of point-form. Émile and Logan will be the main developing platonic relationship. While Rémy and Émile will be the main familial pairing depicted.

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Patton Cake

Virgil Dea

Rémy and Émile Picani

Logan Vriel

Roman

Deceit

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Week 5 Logan heartbreak angst

“Logan gets his heart broken before he even realizes he has feelings for (side of your choice) … quite obviously angst…” by anon

Warnings: angst, heartbreak, lying to oneself

Word Count: 84 (it’s a short one)

Note: So this kinda ended up becoming a poem type thing, I’m not sure how that happened, so I hope anon who requested it is cool with that. I’m honestly surprised this came out decently and I like it

He should have seen it coming

It made sense, the two of them

They spent so much time together

It was right that they started dating

A least, that’s what he told himself

They were happy together

You could see it

Anyone could see it

They didn’t want him

A least, that’s what he told himself

He left them be

It made everything better

They had it perfect without him

After all who would love a robot

A least, that’s what he told himself

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The final piece in this long line of angst! Once I get the story edited and posted, I’ll add a link!

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Since I can’t get this image out of my head:

Logan is easily able to learn other languages.

Besides English, he is perfectly fluent in Latin and French. 

He also knows a multitude of phrases in many different languages.

This can cause all manner of silly shenanigans to happen:

But sometimes he’ll use this knowledge to his advantage:

Though, it definitely adds charm whenever he’s being romantic:

So yeah, just Logan knowing other languages.

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blushy nerd hnnnnng it’s so out of character but let him emote!!!! cleaned and colored from this this was both a style experiment and kinda playing with lighting? eh. i dont shade enough. (i just realized it’s 1 am whoops)

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Keeping Up - Sanders Sides Fanfiction

Chapter One - Back At Mom’s

Description: Logan move back to his childhood home after 7 years since he left for college. He is mourning his best friend’s death and he became a dad for the child she gave birth to before dying soon after a little boy, Thomas was welcomed to the world. Being a parent is challenging, but with a little help from his mom, and maybe some friends he lost touch with after finishing high school, everything will surely work out fine.

Authors note: So, this is the first chapter of my Sanders Sides Human! AU! I may not be the best with writing, but I had this idea for a longer while!

Warnings: crying, mentions of death, panicking, a bit angsty

Word count: 709

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I had to move back to my mum because I was unable to take care of Thomas by myself. Despite reading so much about nurturing a baby, I felt like I knew nothing. I barely left my apartment, I had to ask a kid next door to buy groceries for me way too many times, and I was terrified of leaving Thomas out of my sight even for a second. I also hardly ever slept, because he kept waking up at night. I was simply exhausted so much I was surprised to function. When my mom said I can move in with her, I agreed instantly. I really needed some help.

All of the baby furniture was already in the house when I got there. My mom greeted me with a hug. I hugged her back, feeling happy to see her. Then, we went into the living room and sat on a couch. I carefully held Thomas in my arms. He was currently asleep. It was hard to believe someone looking so peaceful could make so much noise.

“You made a right decision, you know? I’m very proud of you.” I sighed deeply. To be honest, I didn’t see what could make her proud of me. “Honey, I see you doubt yourself, but you are strong. When Valerie learned that she wasn’t going to live to be there for Thomas, you agreed to raise him without any hesitation. You were supporting her until the end. She was lucky to have a friend like you. Damn it, you are a single father! This is some impressive shit, Logan!” The last sentence was sad very loud. Thomas moved a little. I took a deep breath, ready to calm my son down if he wakes up. But he didn’t.

“Mom, I really appreciate your words, but please, keep quiet. I don’t want him to wake up.” My mom looked a bit embarrassed. I didn’t want to make her feel like that. “Hey, it’s okay, I’m not mad at you.” She laid her head on my shoulder in response. I understand what she meant by that - she was there for me. For a long while, we sat in perfect silence and watched Thomas as he inhaled and exhaled. He wrapped his tiny hand on my finger. I felt myself slowly drifting to sleep and for the first time in weeks I gave in to this feeling, reassured that my mom won’t mind taking care of the baby.

I woke up 3 hours later. I couldn’t remember why I was on a couch perfectly, but I immediately noticed that Thomas was gone. I stood up quickly.

“Where is Tommy?! Mom!?” I started to look around the house. I was fully panicking and I felt my heart speed up in fear something happened to him. I used breathing exercises to stop myself from spiraling, but they didn’t help. Suddenly I saw my mom walking towards me with the child. It was fine. Thomas was fine.

“Logan, sit down! Everything is fine, you fell asleep and I put Tommy in a crib. He woke up for a short while, but I fed him, burped him and now I’m holding him. See?” I responded with tears of relief. It probably wouldn’t happen if I didn’t jump to conclusions, but I didn’t care about that right now. Being a dad turned me into an emotional, irrational mess! My mom gave Thomas to me. I held him close to my chest.

“Oh, sweetie, it’s alright! Breathe Logan!” She hugged both us. “Honey, you need to relax.”

I sobbed in her shoulder. “I’m sorry, It’s just I always had him in the same room for last month and I freaked out.” She gently rubbed my back until I stopped sobbing.

“I have an idea. Tomorrow we will go to the park for a walk together, maybe even make ourselves a little picnic, okay? And I am doing most of the baby stuff.” That actually sounded good. I desperately needed a day when I could just simmer down and take a deep breath. I’ve been under a lot of stress since Tommy was born. I think I deserved a pleasant day. I gave my mom a little smirk.

“Sounds great, mom.”

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every other page is a mirror

The faeries of Wickhills will take anything from you they think they can keep. The people of Wickhills are willing to give up almost anything. Dot Sanders is not willing to accept this, and neither are her sons

Pairing: Dot/Larry, though its not the focus. Platonic Thomas/Logan, Maternal Dot/Logan, Maternal Dot/Thomas

Word count: 6636

Warnings: oh boy buckle in – INTENTIONAL PHYSICAL HARM TO A CHILD BY AN ADULT; it is NOT malicious, and it isn’t super graphic but it is there and it’s pretty bad. Childish bullying, basically about a character being adopted. Well-meaning but grossly incompetent teacher with some ass-backwards child-handling theories. Self-injurious stimming (pinching and biting, resulting in broken skin and blood), Logan has what could be considered either a meltdown or a panic attack. Mentions of dissection. Existential dread. ableist language. 

Notes: me, an autistic person who grew up in rural Appalachia projecting onto Logan? Its more likely than you think! The part of obnoxious baby Violet played by Tiny!Logan, the part of my long-suffering cousin Ellie played by Tiny!Thomas. Dot gets to be badass because im LOVE her. She’s also a mom because those two things are not mutually exclusive (and are actually intrinsically linked, in my personal opinion) I have a plan to make this a (very loose) AU of The Darkest Part Of The Forest by Holly Black so I figured I’d test the waters with some backstory/world-building first. Also more Thomas-as-a-character in fanfiction! title is from the poem Talking Shit To Sadness by Sara Brickman. Also this got WAAAAAY longer than I meant it to lol

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To Hold a Name 3/4

Logan

WC: 1222

Summary: Being pieces of a whole was always interesting, you were all the same, but also completely different. And the differences were not always visible like if you needed glasses or always wore the same colour. Each Side finds something completely unique that belongs to only them, their name.   A little origin story mixed with a dash of character analysis and some head canon world build. Light, cute, and usually fluffy.

Patton | Roman | Logan | Virgil    Ao3: Here  Stedlers Masterpost

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He was not tired. Even though it had been a very long day. Logic was tucked in tight under his sheet and quilt thanks to Morality. He insisted that he could go to bed himself without help, but it was nice to have someone else perfectly pull the blankets up for him, optimizing comfort for rest.

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idk what style is. i just tried to make it simpler than how i normally draw. (is it working?) either way, have a paper doll logan! i’ve always wanted to do one of these ^_^ also one of the first times i’ve done lineless art.

maybe i’ll do the others.hnnnng so many things i wanna do and school just started.

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The Game Is On

Sanders Sides Appreciation Month W1- D3

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Appreciation Month Post

a. It’s common knowledge Logan is fandom trash like all of us! What happens if he enters into one of the universes he ‘secretly’ enjoys? Whether it’s Doctor Who, Star trek, Sherlock, Disney’s Atlantis or Big Hero 6! I’m sure he’d love the experience! (Out of the choices listed which do you think he’d choose? Or would he choose a different franchise or show?)

A/N: So… I guess this is a Doctor Who style crossover between Sanders Sides and BBC Sherlock. You can probably tell I’ve never written with most of these characters before, or anything like this, actually. Sorry it’s cut short, I just wanted to catch up. I’ll make a part two for sure, maybe after this month.

Logan awoke to the familiar feeling of being summoned. With some fast deduction he figured that it must be early morning if his alarm had not yet woken him up, and that it must be something relatively important if one of the other sides required his assistance at such an hour. He jumped out of his bed, straightened his sheets and his tie, then checked his hair in his small wall mirror before sinking down, preparing to deal with whoever’s mess necessary. However, when he was transporting, something felt odd, and he realised he was not travelling to another side’s room or even the common room.

Sure enough, his location was suddenly unfamiliar. At least, it wasn’t anywhere he was expecting. A part of him seemed to recognise the area, if only from pictures. Logan twirled around himself in attempt to get his bearings, then gasped at a sight in the distance. It wasn’t possible. How could it be? Was that… the London Eye? How could he, the logical facet of a man from Florida’s personality, be summoned to near central London, England? It was truly absurd, but he barely had time to stand around like a lost tourist.

“Excuse me.” Logan heard a low voice that seemed to be addressing him, and he could’ve sworn it sounded just like— “In the last five minutes, has anybody with an unusually tall grey hat passed by, presumably headin—”

“Oh. My. Goodness,” he couldn’t help but exclaim, cutting the taller man off.

By this point he had turned back around to where he was previously facing, only to discover that his wild prediction was correct. He was standing face to face with Benedict Cumberbatch, dressed in his BBC Sherlock outfit, for whatever reason. Logan still had no clue what he was experiencing, whether it was a dream or otherwise. “Apologies, what were you asking me?” He told himself repeatedly that he must stay calm, stay collected. Being the rather invested fan of the Sherlock series (and of Benedict himself) that he was, it was beginning to become slightly difficult.

“Okay, you may be a fan, but I don’t have much time.” Logan nodded, on board with whatever he had to say or do. “I’m working a case and I’m looking for a man with an unusually tall grey hat who was last seen in Madam Tussauds, presumably travelling towards Paddington station.” Logan blinked, trying his best to take in the information. A case? “Have you seen anything?” He racked his brain but couldn’t recall seeing anyone prior to the other man’s appearance, so he promptly shook his head. “All right then,” he said decisively, and made a move as if to end his conversation with Logan.

“No- wait,” the logical trait called unthinkingly. It earned him the other man’s attention, which he didn’t entirely know what to do with. Said man turned back impatiently and raised an eyebrow expectantly. “What’s your name?” He knew it sounded blunt and utterly stupid but he needed to be sure. The tall man retracted his head very slightly in confusion.

“Sherlock Holmes,” he stated, as if it was the most obvious thing a man could say. Logan then unexpectedly spluttered a little and burst out with laughter, almost hysterically, out of sheer disbelief.

“No, come on, I mean actually.” Sherlock nodded gently. “Really? Not, like, Benedict Cumberbatch?” He was unsure if he’d ever felt more clueless and embarrassed in his life.

“Who?”

Logan shook his head repeatedly. He could not fathom it- nothing about what was happening was logical.

“You’re… Sherlock Holmes,” he asked, looking at what was very much Benedict’s face. He nodded slowly and rolled his eyes before turning away once more. Logan watched helplessly as his favourite TV character quite literally strode away from him. What was he supposed to do now? It was at this point that he realised that he didn’t feel like he was in the mindspace at all and that he’d never experienced that sensation before. It was invigorating. It was limitless.

However, Logan needed to know exactly what was going on, how it happened and why it happened. He racked his brain and the only logical thing he could think to do in this nonsensical situation was to phone home. He adjusted his glasses and scoured what must’ve been Baker Street for a phone box, which he almost immediately found. Once at the correct side of the road, he stood, waiting impatiently with a tapping of his foot for the Londoner in front of him to complete their phone call. Once they had done so, Logan swiftly stepped in and dialed Thomas’ number that he had obviously memorised in a precise hurry. His heart dropped when he soon discovered that wherever he currently was, that was not a valid phone number.

In conclusion, Logan realised that he must be somewhere that he didn’t exist and his family didn’t exist, but Sherlock Holmes, the Sherlock Holmes, was more existent than ever. As he tried his best to conjure up a plan, said detective came back, almost sprinting down Baker Street.

“Are you sure you didn’t see anything at all that could possibly be useful?” Logan’s expression lit up. He felt a little guilty for not being able to help but he quite enjoyed conversing with the other.

“This might sound ridiculous, but I had just arrived a few seconds prior to you initially speaking to me.” To his surprise, Sherlock grinned.

“Yes, I noticed. All sorts of strange things have been going on lately. What did you say your name was again,” he questioned.

“I didn’t. I am Logan Sanders and I don’t think I exist.” Sherlock rubbed his hands together like he was trying to keep them warm on a campfire.

“I don’t know if I believe you, but this actually sounds quite useful. Come with me.” Logan cleared his throat solemnly with a hand covering his face in attempt to disguise the impending grin that was threatening to spread like Crofters across his cheeks.

Before he knew it, Logan “Logic” Sanders was speedily walking behind Sherlock Holmes towards 221B Baker Street in a universe where he didn’t exist. It was just like on television: the man was a little barmy and the apartment reflected that. Logan stepped through the door frame that he had seen countless times on a screen but had never once been through, and tried not to gape as he looked upon the clues and leads displayed over the wall.

“Uh, and you are…?” He pivoted to the direction of the soft voice that was laced with suspicion.

“Logan Sanders. Good to meet you, Doctor John Watson.” He was never a huge fan of the character in the show, but he saw no reason to dislike the man when meeting him in person, so took his offer of a handshake.

Sherlock, who had been rummaging around for something (whether it was something physical or something inside his own mind, nobody could tell), spun his head around to face the other pair like a confused owl.

“Oh, so you know his name, do you?”

“I knew yours, too, I was simply… surprised, at first. It’s complicated,” Logan explained. He wished he knew how to elaborate further.

“Sherlock’s good at ‘complicated’.” Logan shook his head. There was no way he could explain something he couldn’t understand himself, and he despised not knowing.

“Look, if I can figure out what’s going on with the recent disappearances,” Sherlock rambled to nobody in particular, “then I’m pretty sure I can solve Logan’s situation.” John and Sherlock turned to a still, speechless Logan with unreadable expressions. This was going to be a long night.

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Mind Protection

Entry for Round 4 of Wattpad’s Fanfic Bootcamp. This Round was a “battle of the wits” dialogue between a good and bad character of different fandoms. I’m actually extremely proud of it, so let’s hope it posts this time.

Word Count: 1051

Characters: Logan “Logic” Sanders and Bill Cipher

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Bill Cipher couldn’t get past initial entry into this human’s mind. Usually it’s a straight shot through to the memories in order to retrieve what he was summoned for. But now he could only glance to the mind beyond whatever shield was barring him from the one they called Thomas Sanders.

“I’m sorry, did you assume it would be easy?” Bill turned around to see a … projection of the man he had just entered. But this person was different. Everything about him read like a businessmen; from the square shoulders and straight posture to the blue tie and black glasses. “Well, as the saying goes, to assume only makes an ass out of me and you.”

“Well, look at that.” Bill flew closer to the new challenger, trying to instill any sort of fear into him. The neutral expression remained on his face. “This human has got a resistance here. I say, Purple, you’re quite a fighter. Cheers to you, kid.”

“I’m sorry, but I am to believe you have mistaken me for someone else. I’m the Logical facet of Thomas Sanders. Or Logic for short.” Logic straightened his tie and held out his hand. Bill ignored it. “It comes to my attention that you, unbeknownst to him, have entered his mind for the purpose of what, exactly?”

“Confidential, kid. Can’t exactly tell you my client’s plan for old Purple here. Take a screaming head as a sort of … compensation.” Bill made a man’s head appear besides Logic, who seemed to remain completely neutral at the new object besides him.

“I’m sorry, was that supposed to instill a reaction. Because o can assure you that living with the other fallacies has allowed me to be adept for anything.” Bill frowned and made the head disappear.  He turned back toward the shield, which still remained as sturdy as ever. “Your understanding of two key facts is critical for this interaction to proceed smoothly. One of those is that there is no way I’m allowing you entry to what lays beyond the barrier.”

“Alright kid, I give. Tell me … what are you now?”

“I’m Logic, as I previously stated. I’m understanding and reason. I’m rationality and the pursuit of knowledge. I am what is known and curiosity for what is not yet known.”

“I’m aware of that. I’m talking about Purple.”

“I’m sorry. I did not realize you were familiar with Anxiety.”

“No, not … them. Man, it’s like pulling teeth with you.” Bill waved his hand and deer teeth appeared in front of Logic, who simply caught them in his hand. Logic closed it. “I’m talking about the person as a whole. What supernatural thing are you? Faerie, vampire, magician, shifter maybe?”

“I can assure you that Thomas is nothing more than human. Those creatures are nothing more than myths and creations of Creativity’s fantasies.” Bill watched in confusion as Logic opened his hand to reveal a pen instead of teeth. He clicked it on and off, twirling it in his fingers as he did so. “I would have assumed something as capable as you would be able to converse with accusations of such illusion but I am mistaken clearly.”

“Listen here kid.” Bill said, coming eye to eyes to Logic. “I am a demon. An all powerful demon who has the capability to conquer the entire universe, and I will not be demeaned by you. Now I have a job to do that involves this man’s memories. I will not let you deter me from completing it.”

“You do not belong here.” Logic countered. “I believe the assertion that you are a demon. A demon that is invading and need to be dealt with. Now it is highly recommended that you leave. Leave Thomas’s head and never return.”

“Or what?” Bill laughed. “You know, you remind me of a certain Sixer. Such a tightly screwed on head unable to see a deal when placed right in front of your eyes.”

“And what exactly are the terms you are proposing here, Mr. Cipher?”

“Bill Cipher if you please. Now, I suggest that if you help me than I will allow you to achieve what your heart desires.” Bill’s hand started to glow blue with flame as he extended toward Logic. “We have a deal?”

“I am not the heart; I am the logical reasoning. And you end of the deal would either not be fulfilled or be manipulated to suit your goals due to vague syntax. I’m afraid I’ll have to decline your proposition.” The flames disappeared as Bill backed off, planning his next move. “Besides, my purpose to decide what is best for Thomas is a direct conflict to your motives.”

“Alright, I’ve tried playing nice demon.” Bill said, turning back toward Logic. “Clearly some more … drastic measures are in order.” He flew toward Logic, and he emerged on the other side.

“Did the fact that I’m only one aspect of Thomas’s personality allude you when you attempted to possess me?” Logic said as Bill began turn a more reddish shade. “I am not a real person, therefore I have nothing that allows you to take control.”

“Fine. Let’s see how Purple fairs without you.” Bill grew in size, but Logic seemed unafraid. A laser shot out from his eye and blasted full force at Logic for a few good seconds. When the dust cleared, Logic was still standing with an umbrella in front of him.

“I doubt acting like a five year old who didn’t get dessert will accomplish anything.” Logic said as he raised the umbrella above of him. He clicked the bottom, and it transformed back into a pen. “And do try to keep in mind that you are on my home soil. I have the advantage in this situation.”

“Alright, kid. You win; I concede. For this round.” Bill said, shrinking back to his normal size and hue. “But understand that I will be back, and I will get what I want.”

“I have no doubt you will return. Just hope you will as lucky as this time to encounter me. There are other sides to Thomas. Sides that will not hesitate to attack and manipulate in the name of self preservation.”

“I look forward to the encounter.” Bill smiled, and was gone as suddenly as he appeared.

Demon Detective Nogami Neuro x Sanders Sides AU

Recently I remembered this slapstick comedy/mystery anime called “Demon Detective Nogami Neuro” that I watched in high school and came up with an AU loosely based on that.

-Logan’s basically a denizen of purgatory who eats mysteries. The part of the mystery he eats is the guilt and/or pride of the culprit, which only fully manifests as a demon once the culprit is exposed. (Before then, it’s completely undetectable.)

-Problem is, he’s solved every mystery in both purgatory and hell, and is starving.

-He decides he must go to earth if he wants good meals, but his death was at least semi-public knowledge, so it’s not like he can waltz up there and make himself a detective.

-His solution? Virgil, a mystery novelist whose cop father was recently murdered and who knows a lot of detecting techniques.

-Virgil’s response? “I’m not making a fucking detective agency.”

-Spoiler alert: they make a fucking detective agency.

-But only because Logan promises to search for Virgil’s dad in purgatory to figure out how he was killed. Which is…easier said than done.

-Along for the ride are detective Roman (who’s also Virgil’s ex who Virgil desperately wants to avoid) and their mutual friend Patton–neither of whom know who (or what) Logan is.

Back with more!

-In an attempt to help ease Virgil into crime solving, Logan has them start with small mysteries. Or tries to, anyway. These things tend to, well…escalate.

-Some time into their foray as detectives, Logan finds out that Virgil’s dad was such a good person that he ascended to heaven immediately, as opposed to the months sometimes years it normally takes for a dead person’s case to be processed. Unfortunately, this means Logan can’t ask him directly how he died.

-Yeah, Virge is not happy about this.

-He sticks with mystery solving anyway because he figures it’ll give him the skills he needs to put two and two together on his own and it beats dwelling on his dad’s passing. And deep down, he likes being able to protect/avenge people (he’ll deny it to his dying day if you ask him, though.).

-Logan, due to having nowhere else to go, poses as Virgil’s roommate.

-Logan doesn’t disclose much about his life prior to his death, only that he apparently committed a sin that fell under one of the seven deadly sins (he says this with a scoff) and while his sin wasn’t bad enough to send him to hell, it was enough to (temporarily) keep him out of heaven until he learns his lesson.

-Virgil is lowkey insanely curious about what Logan’s sin is, because he just can’t imagine the guy committing murder or something seriously fucked up. But what could he have possibly done that was bad enough to keep him out of the pearly gates?

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yeah so i had the idea to draw ears properly of virgil and logan having little ear tunnels(?) because… why not. also a lil bit of angle practice because i never draw faces in those angles. i dont see roman or patton having them (or logan tbh but l i s t e n)

so yeh. it’s 4 am and im gonna sleep now

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im hopping on the android logan train jdskghfdkjhs

design kinda based on the gif here. also i wanted to draw him with his hair slicked back because he’s a neat boi.

frankly some of d:bh is… sketch. mostly near the end depending on the route. BUT the writing of the characters and p good imo and the choices you make actually matter. (cough cough, telltale aint shit)

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Avoidance

“Breathe out, slowly, through your mouth. Feel the air, now stale, now used, rush from your lungs. Feel your body relax as it lets go of the air, freeing it from the temporary prison of your ribs.”

The voice of Janina Mathewson filled Logan’s head, the words washing over him through his headphones. He lay sprawled across the floor trying to focus on the melodious music and reassuring words but he just couldn’t. His mind was racing at speeds he didn’t want to comprehend because there was just so much he was thinking of that it was an insignificant detail in the grand scheme of things.

The latest encounter with Deceit left him more confounded that before. For one thing, how didn’t he see the snake before? Replaying the events over, the signs were clearly apparent that “Patton” was not who he was portrayed to be. And yet, it seems that Virgil had spotted the difference first. And speaking of Anxiety, what was the connection? Truly the two had some history that he’s yet to reveal. Virgil was, after all, one of the more negative faucets of Thomas’s personality that actually came much later then he, Roman, or Patton. And after all, Anxiety often fueled lies and instances of Deceit, so it is pos…

No, this was not the road he wanted to traverse. Virgil was not the villain; Deceit was. Deceit was not a side but rather a slippery parasite that was trying to manipulate his way back into being a major influence in Thomas’ life. He’s not in the closet, he hasn’t done anything majorly wrong, he has no need to be purposefully deceitful.

But what happens if Deceit tries to take over once more with another side? Roman is practically putty in his hands; it would make it easy for the Dark Side to take over even for a little. They would doomed if he tried to play Virgil, as he had the most knowledge on the subject. And what would happen if Deceit tried to portray him? What lies would usher out his mouth to break him and allow the devil to take over? What lies did he tell Patton?

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Continue breathing, and listen.

It was no use. Even the thought of him made Logan’s skin crawl. Even with the cassette playing in his ear, he could barely focus on words he felt he’s listen to twenty times over. It was like Deceit himself was whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Like if Logic turned around, there he would be feeding directly into his paranoia. The smirk, the alluring tone, the mocking mannerisms. 

He arched his back and let the top of his head hit the floor to confirm. Nothing. But that means he could be in front of him now …

“What in Walt’s name are you doing?” Logan propped himself up on his elbows to see Roman standing above him, hands on his hips and a judging look on his face. He paused his podcast before responding. 

“Did you just compare to the founder of Disney to …” Logan let the sentence hang on his tongue as Roman swiftly filled in the rest. 

“But of course. Is he not? After all, he will eventually come back to once more rule all his company touches.” Logan was about to say something, before remembering who he was talking to. It was Roman: Thomas’ Creativity, Hopes, Dreams, and Fantasies piled into one man. Of course it would be him to believe in such myths. 

“I’m just … going to … simply ignore your cryogenically frozen Walt Disney fallacy.” Logan muttered. “As to answer your earlier question, I was simply relaxing. I’m … oh where are my notecards when you need them.” 

“You are not “good fam”, as your notecards would tell you.” Roman extended his hand, but the logical side shook his head. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, bringing his legs in as well so he sat with legs crossed Apple Sauce. 

“I’m actually very comfortable where I am, thank you very much.” Logan said, pushing up his glasses as he did so. 

“Ugh! Fine.” Roman, very carefully, made his was down onto the floor so that he was on the same level as Logan. “You know I dislike this kind of thing.”

“And you don’t have to. I’m …” The words were left unsaid. He didn’t want to feed into Deceit; he did not need more power than he currently wounded. So the sentence was left floating. 

“You don’t have to be apathetic all the time, Logan. It’s okay to show some empathy sometimes.” Roman flashed his signature smile, which did not help Logan feel better about his non-predicament that the former insisted was there. 

“Roman, I am Logic. I do not entertain myself with emotions that the rest of you so fondly embrace.”

“That doesn’t mean you don’t have them.” The sentence made Logan freeze like an antelope in headlights. “What I’m trying to say is, it’s counterproductive for you to keep all these feelings to yourself. There’s no prejudice against you simply because you are the most rational of us all. You’re … well, I was going to say human but that’s not true. We’re all a part of Thomas. And wether you like it or not, we still act like him. We all have emotions.”

Logan didn’t respond. While he was impressed that Roman had decided to use his own tactic of rational thought against him, it was what he said that struck a chord. It’s what caused him to slide closer to Roman so that their legs were touching. What made his head fall onto his chest under his head and simply rest there. What encouraged him to cry and let loose all the pent up emotions he didn’t realize he had to release. 

“I’m scared.” He choked out through sniffles. Roman handed him a tissue from a box he had conjured. 

“I know you are, Logan. We all are.”

“It’s just … what if?” Two words. So much meaning and depth left unspoken. Because it’s a what if representing everything Logan was pondering: Deceit comes back, he takes over Virgil or Roman or Logan, we don’t know. “I don’t … don’t want this to happen again. I don’t want there to be what ifs.”

“It’s okay.” Roman muttered, rubbing his hands through Logan’s hair. “Now, I can’t promise that, but would Sherlock make you feel better?” Logan didn’t lift his head, but he simply nodded straight into Roman’s chest. “Okay, I’ll get the others. You make yourself comfy.”

Logan, with his support gone, fell headfirst into the beanbag Roman had left in his place. He wiped his cheeks of tears he didn’t even realize had began to stream. He situated himself into the beanbag, finally beginning to relax, when a newfound momentum on his back threw him forward onto the floor once more. Turns out it was simply Patton embracing him in a hug and a blanket.

“Logan! OMG Are you okay!?! Do you need a onesie?”

“Patton, I am perfectly capable of managing on my own. And no, I do not need …” There was a snap of fingers, and Logan was surrounded in a unicorn onesie. “… a onesie.”

“Alright, Patton. You can get off Logan now.” Roman said, practically pulling Morality off Logic. “Now, lets start Sherlock, shall we?”

“Of course. This is the BBC adaptation, correct?” Logan asked.

“But of course. What other one would there be in contention?” The opening scenes began, shots of war in Afghanistan beginning to play.

“Do we have to start at the beginning?” Virgil complained. “Can’t we skip to The Hounds of Baskerville or something?”

“You’ve actually watched Sherlock, Virgil?” Logan said. “I’m surprised.”

“Well, yeah. We only watch the first one and I kinda wanted to see the Moriarty story arc play out. Plus, the emotional manipulation in Hound is so well executed. I wouldn’t say it’s my favorite, but only because I haven’t watched the new season.”

“Well too bad, My Chemical Spoilsport.” Roman shot back. “We are watching A Study In Pink.”

“But we’ve seen this episode twenty-two times already? What’s the harm in simply skipping to the finale? The second episode is not the strongest, but the end is …”

“JUST SHUT UP AND ENJOY THE BENEDICT CUMBERBUTT!!”

A/N: So I wanted to put this at the end to say a few things. One, the podcast Logan is listening to in the beginning is called Within the Wires. I highly encourage listening to it or anything else by the team at Night Vale Presents. They are all amazing and fantastic. Second, this is my new Sanders Sides Side Blog, where I will now throw everything related to Roman, Virgil, Patton, Logan, Thomas, Joan, Talyn, or any of the others. Feel free to add me to any tag lists, especially for fanfic.  Let me know as well if you wanted to be added to my tag list as well. Just figured I let you guys know, since the other two parts of this series are up on my main blog.

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