For the Sides Writing

Hello and Welcome!! this is a story I posted on AO3 and thought I’d crosspost here as well. I think I got all the warnings down, but if I missed any please let me know and I’ll adjust the tags! I hope that you enjoy! Thank you for reading! Sorry the summery kinda sucks!

Warnings-

Implied Character Death, Blood, Attempted Suicide, Car Accident, Cursing

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Summery

Logan is driving home, the hour is very late, and it’s pitch black on the lonely road. He’s looking forward to getting home to his beloved Patton when suddenly a shadow materializes in the middle of the road. He has no time to react, jerking the wheel he swerves.

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It was rather late at night before Logan finished up the paper work that he had to do. He sighed as he stood up from his desk, feeling his body protest from the hours that he’d been sitting hunched over the papers that had to be finished. A soft groan escaped him as he lifted his arms above his head and stretched out his body. Sighing slightly, and feeling a bit looser now he packed his bag and headed for the exit.

Outside the black of night greeted him. Logan shivered a bit as he felt the cool night air wash over him. He picked up his phone and dialed a familiar number.

“Hi Lo Lo!!” A happy voice answered the phone after only a couple of rings. Logan felt his lips curling up in a warm smile as he heard his husband’s voice, the warmth then spread though his chest and heart. He loved his husband so very much.

“Hello Patton. I’ve just finished up all of my work. I’m on my way to my car now to head home.” He said in a calm voice. His steps echoed lightly on the ground of the deserted parking garage. Patton laughed in delight over the line

“Really? You’ve finished everything, as in Everything everything!?!? Does that mean we can head out a day early?” his bright eager voice rang out. Logan could picture his husband all but jumping in place as he asked, his hands gripping the phone eagerly and his blue eyes shining with excitement. He nodded, then remembering he was on the phone he chucked slightly at his error before speaking.

“That is correct. I hoped I could finish all of the work tonight, and that way I could add an additional day to our vacation. I didn’t say anything about it this morning since I was unsure if I could accomplish all the tasks I needed to. I didn’t wish to disappoint you if I did not.” He said to him. Reaching his car, his hand fumbled for his keys for a moment, trying to juggle the bag, the phone and getting the keys out with out dropping anything. Smirking in victory he unlocked his car and slid into the chilled seat. He set his bag to the side, and then turned the key in the engine, feeling the car come to life. Patton’s squeal of delight made him move the phone from his ear slightly, wincing, but smiling even more. He knew for sure his love was rocking back and forth on his feet, almost prancing in place like an over excited puppy. He grinned at the thought, as he slid the car into drive and began to leave the car garage.

“Oh this is wonderful!! I’m so excited LoLo!! I’m going to have to make you my special hot coco for when you get home! And tomorrow we can head out, and this is going to be such an amazing vacation and you’ve worked so hard to get it and I can’t believe we’re finally getting to go on vacation and I’m so excited and–” Patton was cut off by Logan’s laugh.

“Breath love. Breath. You’ll pass out if you keep up with that ongoing sentence. I am, however, very excited as well. I am quite eager for this vacation that we have worked hard to get. But, even if we were not going anyplace I am looking most forward to my time with you.” he said in a softer voice. Patton awwe’d into the phone and Logan felt his face warming slightly. He turned out of the car garage, and after glancing back and forth to ensure no cars were coming, excited onto the main road. Just thirty minuets.  Then he would be home and he and Patton would go on the vacation they’d been planning for a year and a half now. Three weeks off both their jobs, a cruise, and then an all inclusive resort. Time just for themselves, away from work and any other troubles. They hadn’t had much time just to be together since the Honeymoon, his job keeping him late often with paper work, and Patton’s Pet Hospital calling him in on odd hours for emergencies on top of his normal shifts. He smiled again, yes, he was looking forward very much to this time off.

“As I am driving now love, I will let you go. I shall be home in approximately thirty minuets. I look forward to your hot coco.” he added with a soft grin on his lips. Patton laughed in delight and after an exchange of  I love you’s they hung up. Logan hummed softly to himself as he drove along the road. He made another turn merged onto the highway. The road was almost deserted, hardly anyone was traveling the dark road at this time of night. Logan didn’t mind, the quiet and the hum of his car and the road were soothing sounds. His mind was flitting over the last minuet details they would need to take care of before they could head out. He did dislike this stretch of the highway though. The city had been working on the lights, adding in more so at the moment there were no functioning lights along this part. It left the road in pitch black, and he was always relieved when he crossed though. He would be quite pleased when the re-wiring for the lights would be done and this section lit up like the others. He glanced at the dashboard clock, another fifteen minutes and he’d be home. As his eyes turned back to the road, he saw a solid shadow emerge from the inky black, lit up by his headlights. His eyes widened a sharp gasp of air escaping him. He had seconds to react. On instinct he jerked his wheel to the side, feeling the car swerve, hearing the squeal of his tires on the road and feeling the bite of the seat-belt as it locked into place to keep him from jerking around. Then there was the sound of metal crunching…

“Logan love!” Patton’s voice rang clear and he snapped his eyes open. Logan blinked confused as he looked around. Patton was beside him, a fruity looking set of drinks in his hands, a wide sun hat on his head and a worried look on his face.

“Lo Lo you alright?” he asked as he set the drinks down on the table between their chairs. Logan was confused. Hadn’t he just been driving? His eyes roamed around, taking in the bright sunlight, the warm sandy beach and the ocean waves lapping at the shore. He himself was dressed in his swim shorts and a tank top, stretched out on a beach chair.  He was lost as he shifted and then sat up.

“I’m.. fine.. ” he said, though his voice was unsure.

“Where.. are we again?” he asked. Patton looked worried as he reached out touching Logan’s face and frowning.

“We’re at the resort love. Remember? We’ve been here for a day or so. You must have dozed off… I wonder if you’ve gotten a bit too much sun. ” he said to him, looking anxious. Logan smiled softly at the worry and love on Patton’s face. Of course they were at the resort. He should have remembered that. He brought a hand up to his head, and winced slightly feeling a headache blooming.

“You might be right love. Perhaps I’ve had a bit too much sun. I am developing a headache, and i feel a bit disorientated. ” he admitted to Patton. Patton nodded and firmly gripped Logan’s arm, to help him stand up. Logan was shocked at the pain the tight grip sent though his arm and he bit back a small whimper.

“Alright then, we’re going inside and you’re going to get cooled off!” He said firmly. Not giving Logan a chance to protest he began to drag him from the chair. Logan winced at the feeling of the hot sand under his feet. It felt like fire licking the souls of his bare feet as Patton drug him forward. He struggled to keep up, the hands holding his arm hurt and Patton wasn’t letting up.

“Patton.. Patton.. You’re holding my arm a bit too tight. It hurts.. ” he said though grit teeth. Patton simply laughed.

“No I’m not!” he giggled as he seemed to grip even tighter making Loagan let out a small cry of pain. The heat from the sand was licking up his legs now, not only his feet. Why was the sand so hot? How was Patton gripping his arm so tightly? He really wasn’t that strong! Logan tripped and fell, Patton’s grip finally broken as he felt himself land face first into the sand. The heat washed over him, he felt like he’d hit his chest on something hard and solid, he could hardly breath.   Patton rolled him over and grinned down at him.

“Silly Logie Bear!” he said

“If you were too hot you should have said something!” he moved out of Logan’s line of sight, as he lay on the burning ground struggling to pull in air. Soon he came back, and his flip flop covered foot landed squarely on Logan’s chest, pushing him harder into the ground.

“Here I can cool you down!” he chirped. Slowly he began to pour the fruity drinks from before over Logan’s face, and then neck and chest. It did help the burning sensation, but he could barely breath, the smell was sickly sweet, and coppery. What the hell kind of drinks were those

“p.. patton.. i.. i can’t.. ” Logan gasped out, struggling for breath. Patton sighed and then he tossed the empty cups to the side and dropped down sitting on Logan’s stomach, he leaned closer to him.

“You weren’t supposed to swerve… ” he said quietly, his voice filled with sorrow. Logan looked confused

“Wha.. what?” he asked, still struggling to comprehend what was going on. Something was very wrong, but his head was feeling so muddled, and the headache was splitting his skull open.

“You weren’t’ supposed to swerve. ” Patton repeated.

“You ruined everything. You were not supposed to swerve!!” He said anger lacing his voice. Logan couldn’t form words, his breathing too restricted, the pain in his chest and head too much for him to focus on anything.

“Why did you swerve! Why didn’t you keep going straight! You idiot! You ruined it all!” Patton’s voice was morphing, changing into something deeper, raspier.  Logan was lost, this wasn’t right. What was happening?

His eyes slid open, a figure was hunched beside him, the smell of burning rubber and smoke was thick in the air. His chest, head, back legs and arms were screaming in agony. The dark figure next to him was rocking back and forth, gripping his own arms, his breathing coming in increasingly short rapid gasps as he muttered to himself.

“Why did you swerve! It was supposed to be so easy! I had a note explaining everything!” the raspy voice gasped out. Logan coughed slightly, a new shockwave of pain ripped though is body and he groaned, the taste of copper rose up in the back of his throat but he ignored it for the moment. The figure jerked looking at him, his eyes widened seeing that Logan’s eyes were open. He scrambled closer to him, hands hovering but not touching, afraid of making things even worse then he had.

“Oh.. Oh Fuck.. fuck you’re alive thank fucking god!” the figure said. The figure was sobbing, his own phone held loosely in one hand.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! You weren’t supposed to swerve! You were supposed to hit me! I had a note to explain everything! I’ve already called for an ambulance.. and.. and I had to get you out of the car it caught on fire, and you weren’t moving and the flames were at your legs and” his voice droned on, terror and sorrow lacing every word.Logan couldn’t bring himself to focus on the words that spilled from the other’s mouth. Suddenly there was a pop and then a small BOOM and suddenly the area was lit up even brighter then before, throwing the inky shadow figure into light. Logan could make out wide grey eyes, pale gaunt skin, and dark shadows that leaked down his face. Seemed like the boy was in his late teens, and he was frantically talking and gesturing. Logan couldn’t figure it out, his head was throbbing.. his mind was in turmoil.  The wail of sirens cut though the air and the boy seemed a little bit relieved to hear them. Logan, wasn’t able to focus on them though, his mind was slipping, the pain engulfing him, threatening to drag him under. He needed to talk to Patton. He had to talk to him before he could let that happen!

“p.. pa.. t..” his lips formed his husband’s name. His voice was hardly a whisper but it shut the boy beside him up and he stared wide eyed.

“W.. what?” He asked. Logan focused. He had to talk to Patton.. he needed him to know what was happening.

“Pa… patton..ca..call” he rasped out. The boy stared at him and then his eyes widened and he scrambled off to the side out of Logan’s line of sight. It took what felt like forever but he came back, a cracked phone in his shaking hands.

“h.. here. here I have your phone!” he said. Logan whispered out the code to unlock it, he felt his energy draining slowly with every effort. With shaking fingers, the boy managed to input the code and pulled up the contacts. He found the one labeled Patton and dialed it quickly. He held the ringing phone to Logan’s ear, since Logan couldn’t hold the phone himself.

“Logan hunny! You’re running a bit late? Did you stop someplace for something?” Patton’s voice rang out clear, playful and full of life and energy and love. Logan felt his lips twitch in a smile, and he tried to speak, a rasping gasp of air was all that escaped him at first.  So he tried again.

“Pat.. ton.. ” he managed. Patton sucked in a sharp breath of air at the sound of Logan’s whispered rasp.

“Logan.. Logan.. love.. you.. you’re scaring me.. what’s going on?” he asked. Logan felt guilty.. but hearing Patton’s voice was soothing.. he latched onto it.. his eyes starting to flutter shut against his will.

“No dude! No stay awake! The ambulance is nearly here!” the figure in black cried out, though the tone said he was hoping the ambulance was almost there, instead of knowing for sure. Patton gasped on the phone having heard it the shout. Logan could hear the phone creaking in his lovers tight grip.

“Logan! Logan what is he talking about! Logan! Answer me!!” Patton cried out over the phone. Logan couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer, he focused all his energy into speaking. He had to say it before he was pulled unconscious!

“.. l.. love…yh …” he managed to get out. Logan was relieved he got to say that at the very least. Pain was overwhelming him, even though he could feel hardly anything in his arms and legs… the headache was splitting his skull and his entire body was demanding he sleep. The pull of unconscious was not easy to ignore, he could feel the blackness already wrapping around him and dragging him down.

OK! So I messed up with the hand angst,but I wanted to give you something. So My brain kept working at what I could send.....and then this thing kinda got stuck and wouldn’t shsh until I posted it. So @dailypattondoodle hope this is more appealing then my anon angst. *Huffs annoyed the story won’t let me sleep* Do your stories ever do that? Where they just keep babbling at you till you write them down? No? Just me? OK then.

I do hope that you enjoy it. Please let me know if I missed any Tags. I think I got them all. Not many in here that I’m aware of.

Well this turned out longer then I anticipated.

Happy Halloween Everyone!

And I hope you don’t mind I tagged you, both of you have been inspirational in learning more about the Sander Sides.

Princeanxious you might recognize the story in the works you helped me to get the confidence to start, the Lies and Morality, not this story. Though I haven’t put out the chapters yet. I’ve been working on them in my off time!

@ironwoman359 @princeanxious

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Deceit smirked slightly as he stood behind Logan, watching as he made a few adjustments to the schedule before him. The precious note-cards were scattered about the floor around the trashcan, some of them inside, most of them outside. Haphazardly discarded in the fastest manner he could think of to get the objects away from him. Despite usually being important to him they’d been thrown in a fit of... rage and fear as soon as he’d reached his room and locked the door.

Much to Logan’s dismay a certain snake was waiting for him. Once he’d recognized the lying side was there, after he’d thrown his cards away from himself, he’d sat down and grit his teeth, focusing on anything except the other person in his room. He was irked that Deceit had seen his little emotional outbursts, both in the video and now in the privacy of his room.

“I didn’t tell you it would go that way.” Deceit said as he shifted moving slightly to Logan’s left side leaning closer. He wouldn’t let Logic drown him out and ignore him this time.

“I didn’t warn you that you should let out all your feelings”he said, his voice soft and soothing. He shifted to the right side of Logic, who was,attempting to continued to, steadfastly ignore the hissing snake. He didn’t need those truths lies sinking in deeper under his skin. He’d seen the truth, experienced it, only a short while before. He would regain his control, and resume dealing with those pesky emotions the way he always had.

“I think it’s pathetic you only injured his eye and not more.” Deceit continued, his warm breath coiled around Logic’s ear and the other side shivered ever so slightly. It shouldn’t have been impressive that he’d held back that much. Logic should never give in to his emotions. He should never have thrown that card and injured Roman! He sighed, with the way Deceit was practically laying on his shoulders he knew the other wouldn’t leave until he paid him a small amount of attention. He pushed himself back from his desk and turned glaring at the other side.

“Enough Deceit. What do you want? I’m busy” Logan snapped, his voice barely controlled ire directed at the yellow eyed man. Deceit grinned more as he shifted back to accommodate Logan’s change of position.

“I only want to hinder you in your effort to control your emotions!” He said in a mock hurt voice. Deceit put his hand on his chest, a pale imitation of Roman’s usual “extraness” as he looked at Logan grinning more. If he’d hoped that Logan would be amused at the antics he was disappointed as the glare never wavered. Figured. Deceit sighed and dropped his pretenses crossing his arms across his chest.

“I do not happen to know a side that is willing to help you. They are not someone I have spoken to many times, and they are not in agreement with your line of thought that Logic should have less control over their emotions.” He said in an annoyed tone. He tapped his foot on the floor as he spoke, an odd bitter tone hinting at his words, along with a tone of exhaustion that seemed to be creeping in as well.

“And I love playing the messenger between you both.” he added under his breath, though he seemed to flinch a sharp intake of breath accompanying the action. Logan, however, for once was distracted enough he didn’t notice the odd action. One of the sides agreed with him? That his emotions were extra and pointless? He pondered the thought, it obviously was a dark side, or he would know about them already. Even with his knowledge, the darksides remained fairly well hidden thanks to Deceit, and Thomas’s unwillingness to acknowledge them.  

Logan stood up and began to pace his room, what darksides did he already know of? Deceit, Rage, Lust, those he knew were there. He thought there might be Depression, but only because of Anxiety, the two often went together, although one didn’t depend on the other. Thomas could very well have Anxiety with out a trace of depression, or he could even develop it later! What other sides could there be?  What side could possibly agree, and be willing to assist Logan in getting rid of his emotions? Honestly it was almost an infinite amount of possibilities considering that Thomas was human, and emotions and functions and well dysfunctions were vast.  He stopped finally, his teeth nibbling his bottom lip. Well no matter the side, if they resided in the Darksides area, and were not strong enough to even be known about then there should be no harm in meeting them.

“Very well” Logan said looking at Deceit who’d started to idly stare at his gloves, as if studying his nails. Deceit looked up surprised for a moment before he simply smiled

“This is not wonderful news. Lets go” He said holding out his hand. Logan sighed, but took it. It was much easier for a Darkside to sink into their part of the mindscape then it was for a Lightside to do so alone, Virgil and Deceit being the current exceptions to the rule.

Once they were in the Darksides’s Mindscape, Deceit began to lead him down the hall. Logan shivered slightly it was always a bit colder in the Darkside’s area. The colors muted, the lights dimmer. How Anxiety had ever survived being in this area with his panic attacks Logan wasn’t sure. The atmosphere couldn’t have been helpful when he needed to calm down, or when he was on the verge of an attack. He shook the thoughts from his head as he waked down the quiet hall with Deceit.

He was led deeper and deeper into the Darksides Mindscape. Logan was starting to have second thoughts, this was getting uncomfortably close to the subconcious, and that could be dangerous to any side.

“Here” Deceit said stopping. The door was a plain grey door, not really big or small. There were a few markings carved into the wood, but nothing stood out. It was as if the door was trying to be a door and invisible at the same time. Deceit lifted his hand and knocked

“Come in” a voice called out after a few moments. Deceit opened up the door and stepped in. Logan followed him, looking around at the room. A bed, a dresser, a chest, two doors. He presumed one to a closet and one to a bathroom. The entire room was done in a off grey/blue color. The walls were only a shade lighter then the floor, and the bed and dresser had been painted a flat grey color. Nothing stood out, nothing stuck to the mind.

“I brought Logic, he’s not curious to hear what you have to say.” he said. Infront of Logic stood another side. Like all of them he looked like Thomas, with his own quirks. The brown hair was lackluster and lay limply on his head. His eyes were a washed out looking light brown. As if they could be brown, but had a slight film over them. The side smiled ever so slightly, pale lips stretched out, and his skin was paler then Thomas’s, but darker then Virgils, over all he just looked... washed out.

“Thank you so much Deceit. You know how hard it is for me to go that far. I appreciate you taking the time to go and get him for me!” He said. While there were slight infliction's in his tone and manner of speaking, the other sounded nearly monotonous.  Deceit simply nodded and left the room. The door closed behind him and after a few moments a thud was heard from the hall. Logan turned sharply looking at the hall.

“Sounds like Rage is back, he’s got this silly habit of hitting my wall when he comes around. “ the other trait said. He stood around the same height as Logan, his clothing was a simple button down shirt in the pale grey/blue color, and a pair of grey slacks.

“it’s such a pleasure to meet you Logic, I’ve wanted to for so long, but it really is more effort then I can afford for me to stray too far from my room. “ he said. Logan nodded tightly

“And you would be?” he asked quietly.

“Oh my manners I’m sorry! I’m Apathy! And I very much want to help you Logic!” He said, sounding the most enthusiastic now then he had before. Logan frowned

“Apathy. It means indifference, lack of interest, lack of enthusiasm, lack of concern, unconcern, uninterestedness, unresponsiveness, impassivity, dispassion. That does not sound like what I am looking for.” Logan said cooly crossing his arms. Apathy laughed slightly

“Come now Logic! I’m sure one with such knowage as you knows the orgin! “He grinned at the Logic side. Logan paused and nodded. Of course he knew

“ It is from the early 17th century: from French apathie, via Latin from Greek apatheia, from apathēs“ He said to him stiffly as he realized where this was going. His mouth felt dry as he continued to speak

“Or.. ‘without feeling,’ from a- ‘without’ + pathos“ He had to stop and clear his throat slightly

“With out ‘suffering.’ “ He said quietly. He stared at Apathy as if trying to understand why one who was with out feelings, would want to help him. That didn’t make logical sense. As if understanding what train of thought Logic was having, Apathy nodded a bit.

“Exactly! I’m more then just Apathy too of course! Just like you’re more then Logic, and Anxiety is more then that! “He said to him.

“So I want to help you” he added. He put an arm around Logan

“Why don’t you sit for a bit and we can chat?” he asked smiling wider.After a long few moments Logic nodded. There was never harm in listening and learning more.

“Wonderful! We can get some drinks and chat!” Apathy said to Logan.

Despite the fact the effort hurt his cheeks,Apathy kept it up. He was pleased with how things were going. There was no point in having to get up and run around and do things when you had a puppet. Unseen to Logan’s eyes golden yellow threads connected to his left hand moved his exhausted puppet back to his room after he’d collapsed in the hall. Sure Deceit was the puppet master, always playing with his strings. But it really wasn’t all that uncommon for the master to become tangled now was it. And once one could get hold of the threads and pull the knots in the right direction, well Puppets made his life so much easier. Pull a few threads and mouth a few words and the puppet did all the work! And having the one “In Charge” Of the Darksides under your control? Well that made bringing the others to order easier, and less dangerous as Deceit was the one they saw pulling the threads, he was the one who got the bruises when something went wrong. Apathy loved it, he got to lounge around and pull strings and reap all the rewards.

This last video had given Apathy the perfect inn though on the light sides. He’d only needed to find the one perfect little chink in Logic’s armor, and harming another side physically had been it. He’d had Deceit weeding away at his self control for a couple weeks now. Slipping in when Logic was at his most exhausted, and most vulnerable. Whispering about control and lack of it, and what would happen if he slipped. And then you add a dash of Rage’s energy and the domino's all fell on their own. Apathy barely had to lift his fingers.

Already his energy was slowly working it’s way into Logic’s mind and body. The sharp blue taking on a faded out hue on the very edges. Soon enough he’d have a new puppet on the Light Sides, and he could work on getting them all under his thumbs as well.

Overview of the Story

This is a Fiction inspired by the the Animatic “Ready as I’ll ever be”  Done by ThePastelPeach https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wNqneoesKvw  it’s what gave me the idea, but I decided to twist the normal line up around a bit, and see what happens.  Lets put these Sides though the wringer.

In this story Deceit has decided that Morality needs to be knocked down a few pegs, and some most of the power re-distributed (in his own favor naturally). So he comes up with a plan. Something that will take a while, but he’s willing to play the long game. To move the pieces into the perfect positions and be patient, wait for that exact moment to really sink his fangs in. The best part of all this? They make it so very easy to do. All he needs to do is give the right push here, and keep someone quiet there. In no time, Morality will fall, and Deceit will be the one in charge.

Lets buckle up Guys, Gals and Non Binary pals. This is going to be one ride that these Sides might not recover from.

Here are the names that will be used in this story; (Nicknames are not included in this list but will be used. Example- Doctor Doom, Puffball, Snake Face, Pocket Protector, Sir Sing A Lot))

Morality- Patton ( Pat, Pattycake, Dad, Mo)

Logic- Logan ( LoLo, Lo )

Creativity-  Roman (Ro, Prince, Princey)

Anxiety- Virgil (Verge, Vee, Anx)

Deceit- Dolos (Dee)

Some Triggers that will happen though the course of the story - Each Chapter will have it’s own tags specific to that chapter. To include any missed in this overview-

Emotional and Physical Manipulation, Humiliation, Kidnapping, Lying, Crying, Panic Attacks, Mentions of Torture and Blood, Burns, Choking

The relationships between the sides in this story are Platonic. This is not a ship fic. I have nothing against Ships, this story simply isn’t one.

This is set before the “Accepting Anxiety” Videos, and Virgil is a former Dark Side.

I think that’s a pretty good Overview of the story I’m going to write. I hope that you’ll join me and find it entertaining and enjoyable to read. If you find errors, or have constructive criticism then I welcome you to point them out to me. That includes any Tags I might miss as well for individual chapters.

This is my first attempt at writing Sander Sides fiction, and I am still fairly new to the fandom, so I ask for your lenience if I make mistakes. Please point them out and I will correct them