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The weeks that were some of the tensest and most silent that Patton had ever witnessed in his entire existence, nobody spoke a word around Apathy, and no one not even Virgil attempted to get close to him again. They had all seen what would happen if they pushed Apathy too far, and a repeat wasn’t something that any of them wanted to partake in.

It felt like they were walking on eggshells though, eggshells that hid an underlaid pack of grenades that could go off at the most opportune moment. Even if it didn’t seem like Apathy could explode with anger, he still felt..off to them. From the lazy way, he lugged himself around, to how he seemed to sleep for hours on end. Missing complete meals with the other sides, just to pop up in the middle of the night taking entire plates of food and fishing them surprisingly fast.

It didn’t even matter what was in the fridge, the first thing that Apathy saw and laid hands on was taken and eaten, but even so, the result was always the same. Within seconds of touching the food, it turned a dull grey color, and the flavor followed suit as well.

Nothing had any taste to it, in the end, it all turned out to be tasteless.

Patton had stolen a piece of the grey food when Apathy hadn’t been looking, and within the first second of putting it into his mouth, he had to spit it back up. It was like eating tofu, not that tofu was bad in any regards. But it was as bland as tasteless as it, with all of the same textures of actual cooked food.

How could Apathy stand to scarf this down? Patton thought to himself, watching from the corner of his eyes as Apathy went back to eating. Surely he could tell that it tasted like nothing, or did he just like it this way?

“What are we going to do?! He can’t stay here, Thomas needs his logic. Not Apathy!” Virgil hissed to both Roman and Patton, as they sat huddled up in the living room. All in all, none of them really liked this, and even so none of them even knew how to fix this.

“Have you tried talking to him? It’s clear that yelling at him is asking for trouble, perhaps a more...gentle approach is needed?” Patton softly offered, just for Roman to immediately shake his head at the prospect. Out of all of them, Roman had been the most mournful of what had happened, and really, it was no secret that he more than likely blamed himself for what had come to pass. Even if it was equal parts all of their fault.

“Are you kidding?! We don’t need to talk, we need Logan back!” Roman sourly muttered shaking his head dejectedly, he hated himself for even thinking it, given that this was Logan’s choice to become this..this apathetic thing. Even so, for the betterment of all of them...and his own guilt, they did need Logan back, and fast.

Patton, however, scowled at Roman, and almost immediately the creative side felt a welling of shame in his heart.

“I’m sorry,” The princely side muttered, his shoulders drooping in an exhausted fashion before he glanced back up at the moral side, “I just..I never..” I never thought that this would happen. I never thought that Logan would ever be gone. I never..I never thought that I could screw up this badly. It was all left unsaid, and yet both Patton and Virgil heard it crystal clear.

“Alright, so what if we try...approaching him at different times. We’ll talk to him, but we cannot rush him. One at a time, slow and steady.” Virgil suggested softly, putting in his two cents of the situation, and was promptly rewarded for it, with a somewhat relieved smile from Patton making it all too clear that really, the moral side had no idea what to do outside of just talking to Apathy.

Saying that he was going to approach Apathy and actually approaching him, felt like two totally different things now that he was doing it. Virgil kind of regretted even volunteering to go first, but Roman undoubtedly wasn’t ready to talk face to face with Apathy just yet and Patton...well Virgil wasn’t totally sure just what Patton had planned as of yet. Only that the moral side had vanished into his room after the agreement had been reached between all of them.

The silence was absolutely stifling the closer that he got to Apathy as the other side had come to sit on the couch after the other two had left, and Virgil had gone to get a drink in order to steel his nerves. It felt so suffocating that the air between them, even though Apathy was just sitting on the couch not doing much outside of completing a sudoku book.

“Anxiety, you have been standing there whilst staring at me for the past five minutes. I would suggest that either you leave, or you sit down. Either way, I do not care.”

Virgil felt himself jerking into action like a un-oiled robot at the mention of his title, it felt so foreign to him now that he was used to being called Virgil. Regardless of that though, he forced his legs to fold under him as he sat on the couch a good amount of distance away from Apathy. It was either now or never, and even now he felt like waiting.

“Apathy,” Virgil began softly, gaining said side’s attention monochrome black eyes drifted over to Virgil, and already it felt like he was attempting to burn a hole into the anxious side’s jacket with his stare alone. “Do you...have a name? Since you’re..you’re no longer L..Logan, I figured that you would have a different name correct?”

A slow blink was his only answer for a moment, and it took Virgil a moment to realize that this was Apathy’s version of surprise.

“You are correct, and I do,” Apathy mumbled slowly his gaze drifting away from Virgil, as he slotted his pencil into his sudoku book saving his page before he shut it and set it on the coffee table. “My name is Apophis, but refer to me by whichever one you want. I don’t care.”

“Surely you have a preference, even I have a preference to what I am called,” Virgil argued back, his brows furrowing almost immediately.

“I don’t care.” Came the simple answer.

“Do you miss having emotions?” Virgil tried again, this time turning his body fully towards Apathy..or Apophis as he had just learned.

“I don’t care.” The answer, was still the same and yet it was equally just as disheartening to hear from Apophis’ lips.

Apophis’ fingers twitched for a split second as he stared down at his sudoku book, he knew that he couldn’t exactly pick it up and start playing with the pencil now while Virgil was talking to him.  Yet he needed something to fiddle with, there wasn’t even an emotional need behind it, just an itch in his fingers that told him to fiddle with something.

Just like that, another lollipop was summoned into his fingers. Allowing him to spin it around, before tearing the paper off and popping it into his mouth. Raking his tongue over the blue lollipop, Virgil watched in mounting curiosity as the color drained almost instantly from the candy.

“Does it bother you that you can no longer taste your candy?” And just like that, the attention was focused back on Virgil, as the question seemed to get somewhat of a reaction out of Apophis as his eyes darted to the side.

“I-”

“Don’t care…” Virgil sighed, but even so, he wasn’t satisfied, Logan had to be in there somewhere, he had to be. Logan couldn’t just up and change into another facet of Thomas’ personality. It was theoretically impossible!

“That’s not true!” Virgil suddenly burst out, all of his frustrations almost too easily boiling over, as he scooted closer and closer to Apophis, before suddenly placing his hand on the other’s knee. A numbness spread through his fingers and all the way up to his elbow, it hurt to even imagine moving his fingers let alone moving his hand. “You have to at least feel something! You cannot be that empty! You just can’t!” Virgil’s fingers dug into the flimsy ripped fabric of Apophis’ jeans, as if that would somehow make sure he didn’t either drain Virgil of all of his feelings and color, or somehow...by some wild notion get Apophis to admit it.

“I don’t care, and I think that it was evident enough what you thought about Logic’s emotions Anxiety. It’s funny now isn’t it?” Apophis snipped back at Virgil, and he didn’t even seem to take any enjoyment out of the way that the anxious side recoiled like he had been slapped in the face. Instead, Apophis leaned in, cold radiating off of him more so than when Virgil had comfortably been sitting next to him. “The joke’s on you now, so deal with it.” Apophis whispered without any hint of any kind of malice towards him.

His fingers pressed against the center of Virgil’s chest, roughly pushing him back, and even though the contact was brief, it was every bit as painful as he had imagined.

It was like an icicle had been shoved right through the center of his chest, with frost biting and eating away at his flesh reducing him to nothing more than a frostbitten corpse. A harsh shiver wracked Virgil’s body, and he couldn’t help but to thank the lord that the contact was as brief as it was. When Apophis picked his sudoku book up, walking away.

“Enjoy my presence Anxiety, because I will not be leaving.” And with that, Apophis turned the corner, leaving Virgil to clutch his chest as he gasped and wheezed for air. An insane amount of pressure lifting up from his lungs, even so, the mention of guiltiness ate him away from the inside.

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Everything felt like it had been turned on its head, to Roman it felt like everything was impossible. He couldn’t breathe and he could scarcely move as he stared at this person who called themselves Ap… No, this is still Logan. This was still their Logan, he wasn’t truly gone. Roman refused to think that..he couldn’t think that.

“That’s not your name!” Roman finally barked out, sounding a lot harsher than he meant to at that moment, “You’re name is Logan!” With his fists were clenched down by his side but that certainly didn’t stop him from marching forward and grasping both of Logan’s shoulders.

He’s so cold…

It was like gripping a huge chunk of ice with how cold Logan was, his entire body seemingly radiating cold while his bland dead looking black eyes simply stared ahead into Roman’s seemingly without a single care in the world. Roman’s eyes burned and stung the longer that he looked at Logan, the smear of blue and the total lack along with the total lack of any and all color that had once been in Logan’s wardrobe. It made the logical side look washed out and void of anything that had made him...him to begin with.

“Remove your hands from my person Creativity.” Logan’s voice matched how icy cold he felt, even the tone of the other which would have previously held some kind of anger was now just...flat and empty. He couldn’t be gone..he just couldn’t.

“Now kiddo...let’s play nice here.” Patton, dear sweet Patton attempted to interject between the two of them, an uncertain smile was glued to his face as his soft brown eyes darted back and forth from Roman to Logan and then to Virgil. Virgil who hadn’t moved a single inch from the position he had been in when Logan had shown up changed in so many ways. Virgil who’s hand was clasped over his mouth as if he was about to make himself sick, and Virgil, who’s eyeshadow was starting to run down his cheeks as the tears fell from his eyes. Virgil, appeared equal parts terrified and heartbroken all at once.

“I will not repeat myself Creativity, remove your hands. Now.” The words rumbled Logan’s chest, as the logical side didn’t pay an inkling of attention to Patton, almost as if pretending that he wasn’t there to begin with. Then again, it made since in a demented kind of way, Apathy wouldn’t care for emotions all that much, and Patton...by that very same prospect.

Even so, Roman’s gripped Logan’s shoulders tight enough to feel the bony structure of Logan’s shoulders under his baggy shirt. “No, I’m not going to leave you alone until you..until you stop being like this! Stop this Logan!” Roman felt the fear gripping his heart like a clawed talon as Logan tilted his head to the side, and he felt a single warm tear trail down his cheek in just pure frustration. He didn’t want this new Logan! He wanted the one who would banter with him, the one who would look over his drafts and..and the one who had read his fanfiction so many times that he had worn the spine of the book out until it needed to be glued back together. That was the one that he wanted, not..not this unfeeling one. 

Never this one.

“Emotions are a sign of weakness Creativity, now let’s wipe away those tears.” The faintest sign up a curled upper lip was the only warning Roman got before he felt Logan’s frigidly cold thumb raking over his cheek wiping away the sole tear.

It was Patton though, who watched in mounting terror as the rosy sheen of Roman’s cheek started to sap away more and more at the deliberate contact that Logan had made with the creative side, it was small at first, before the patch of grey started to grow and grow. It even made Roman’s once wavy hair droop down like he had dunked it into a bucket of water, that was before the shaking had started.

He felt so cold, and yet he also couldn’t move. Why couldn’t he move? He knew that he was shaking and yet he couldn’t move. All he could see was Logan’s dead-eyed stare looming over him, why was he so cold again? It felt so cold, would he ever be warm again? What did warmth feel like again?

“Stop!” Virgil finally found his voice and his will to get his legs moving as he darted forward a lot faster than he had previously ever done before, he went straight for Roman, gripping the prince tight before practically ripping him out of Logan’s grasp, an action that the other let happen all too easy. Especially given how Logan stuffed his hands back into his pocket, pulling out yet another lollipop before shoving it in his mouth.

It was blue just like the last.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! This isn’t funny Logan!” Virgil snapped as he rubbed his hands up and down Roman’s arms, rubbing some warmth as well as some color back into the prince’s cheeks. Although, separating himself from Logan seemed to do the trick well enough, made clear by how his hair regained its soft wavy curls and his cheeks once again were flushed with color.

Roman though practically clung to Virgil, as the shaking and just the bare bones terrified look in the creative side’s eyes remained for far too long. Shooting a glar back at Logan, Virgil’s angry and outright furious expression all but crumpled at Logan’s next words. Words that reminded him that this..this was their fault, but largely his as well.

“It’s not funny...is it?” Apathy mused out loud, before popping his lollipop out of his mouth, the color was already mostly drained from the sucker, leaving behind a dull blue that was already mostly grey.

Next to him, Roman continued to shake as Apathy turned slowly and yet still brushed past Patton, who moved to reach out to Apathy. To try and bring back the friend that they had once had, his hand missed Apathy’s shirt by an inch. Leaving Patton as well as the others, with tears pooling in his eyes as Apathy left them all behind.

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It was several hours later before Apathy was forced to leave the vacancy of his own room, eventually, the grumbling of his own stomach and the pains of hunger had become too much for him to simply ignore anymore. Upon exiting his room, he heard the sounds a tv program playing down the end of the hall coming from Roman’s room, while all he could really hear from Virgil’s was the faintest sound of someone walking around. Given that Patton’s room was downstairs, he felt at least marginally more satisfied knowing that those two wouldn’t be down there to interrupt him while he gained his nourishment.

That miniscule amount of satisfaction though, immediately withered and died as soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs, the smell of gingerbread cookies filled the air, gingerbread Logan’s favorite cookie. The apron that usually hung on the hook just outside of the kitchen was missing, as the softest and quietest humming he had ever heard filled the air. Patton of all sides was in the kitchen, precisely when he needed to get into there. For a moment Apathy considered waiting until the moral side had simple gone away, or at least when he left the kitchen long enough for him to grab something to replenish himself on.

However, a rather loud grumble of his stomach cut that plan short before it could even begin as the humming abruptly stopped and Patton poked his head out of the kitchen. Apathy could read the disappointment on Patton’s face like a book, even though the fatherly side desperately tried to hide that it was even there. As much as Morality wanted to, he would never be as good at hiding his emotions as Apathy was. He could see it all.

“Heya Apophis...want a cookie?” Patton offered, already feeling that much more awkward as Apathy’s silent and yet laser sharp stare seemed to pick him apart from the inside out. Plucking one of the cooled gingerbread cookies up, he offered it to the emotionless side. They were all in various shapes and sizes, it just so happened that Apathy’s was in the shape of a tie.

“I..” Apathy’s lip curled up almost instinctively at the shape, and darting his dead looking eyes up to Patton he saw...nothing, no ill-intent like he’d seen with Roman, no sheer desperation that he had gotten from Virgil. Just...the kindness of offering someone a cookie. “I appreciate it.” He grumbled out, snatching the cookie from Patton before taking a massive bite from it. As per usual, it tasted of nothing, but at the same time, the smell was absolutely fantastic. It smelled just like Christmas, not that he knew what that was like, only how Logan had described it to be.

Nevertheless, he settled down, as the warm crisp golden brown of his cookie started to fade to a sad grey.

When Patton glanced over to him, after he had settled down, Apathy knew almost immediately what to expect from the nervous hesitation and awkward looks that never lingered on him.

“Logan, do you ever feel sad?” Patton suddenly asked, and as Apathy found the hairs on the back of his neck bristling at the question that he had expected and yet also disliked with a vengeance. Here they were.

“My name,” Apathy slowly said, as if that would help Patton get it through his thick skull. “Is not Logan.” He bluntly told the other. “I am not Logan! I never have been, and I never will be!” He was aware of how similar they looked, both in height as well as the way he spoke, but this..this somehow made the static rise back in the depth of his ears, like someone rubbing two pieces of sandpaper against one another.

And yet, despite basically being shouted at Patton looked the most guilty out of all of them, as the moral side heaved a sigh dragging his hand over his face before shaking his head. “I...you’re right.” Patton finally uttered, looking to be the most regretful out of both Roman and Virgil. “You..you look like him, but ultimately you..you are not him. I am sorry Apophis, I really am.”

A look of muted surprise fell over Apathy’s face as he tilted his head to the side just the tiniest bit, Patton was honestly the one who seemed the most genuine in his sorrow and it didn’t seem like..a trick or anything.

“You…” Apathy glanced over to the countertop absolutely full of gingerbread cookies, he was definitely going to have some form of regret over this later on. “You and only you may call me Apep...it’s..it’s a nickname. Logan came up with it, when I told him my full name.”

The smile that curled onto Patton’s face did absolutely nothing for Apathy, and yet...it made the sound of static in his ears fade away as the moral side beamed at him like he had just granted him the lottery.

“Thank you so much Apep! You won’t regret this! I promise!”

At first, Apathy didn’t know what was happening when Patton got close to him, he didn’t know up until the moment that Patton opened up his arms. That was when Apathy stumbled up to his feet, just to instantly be locked in place as soon as Patton threw himself at Apathy, making him stumble back a step or two as the moral side..as he hugged him.

It’s hot! Too hot, too hot! Burning..burning..burning!

“Morality. Please stop.” Apathy tried, as Patton nuzzled his face into Apathy’s chest, and he literally had to force himself to keep his even tone, it felt like his skin was blistering and burning under his skin. The heat felt unreal, his skin tingled like a thousand fire ants were crawling under his skin pinching and biting at his muscles, as they seized and spasmed under Patton’s grip. “Let me go.” He whispered, watching the tips of Patton’s hair starting to dull, before it started to happen faster and faster, the bright blue of Patton’s shirt turning a light grey, as his hair lifelessly flopped against his face. No longer that fluffy curliness, that he usually had. “Let me go!”

Apathy finally screamed the words out, bunching his muscles up, as he rested his hands against Patton’s shoulders, roughly shoving him away from himself. The relief was almost instantaneous, as the fire under his skin died down to a stinging sensation that was almost nonexistent.  

His strength, however, ending up being a lot stronger than he had thought that it was.

As the moment that Patton’s hip slammed into the counter a loud pained cry escaped from Patton, and within seconds of that cry the sound of the tv turned off, and Roman appeared at the entrance of the kitchen. He had clearly been in the middle of something, but had dropped it to come to Patton’s aid.

Honestly, when Roman had heard Patton’s cry, he hadn’t assumed that much, mainly that Patton had burned himself when opening the oven again, going by the smell of cookies that he could smell all the way in his bedroom. However, hearing the massive thump of someone definitely falling downstairs, Roman jolted into action sinking down from his room and appearing to see just what the damage was.

It was upon seeing the fading colors of Patton, and how the moral side was picking himself up from the floor did it all firmly snap into place for Roman. At that moment he forgot it all, he forgot his fear, his guilt, and his shame to what Apathy stood for. Instead, there was only one thing that was left burning fiercely inside his chest, as he stalked towards Apathy.

And that was rage.

“How dare you! How dare you lay a single fucking finger on him!” Roman snarled, fury radiating from his every word, as he summoned a dagger that would be useful to him in close combat. “You have every right to be angry with us! You have every right to be furious at me! But! You. Do. Not. Get. To Hurt. Him!” Roman roared, giving Apathy a little shove with each and every word, up until the point he was actually pinning the other against the island countertop.

It was burning again, it hurt so much more than when Patton had strung his arms around him. The only thing that Apathy could even do at that point was watch as Roman’s lips moved as the audio seemed almost disjointed from everything that was happening, sound roared in Apathy’s ears.

Too much sound, and too much touching. Too much fire, and much heat.

“Don’t..” Apathy growled out, baring his teeth akin to a feral dog that was just two seconds away from snapping, his eyes weren’t focused one little bit. Instead, they only looked to be glazed over and unfocused, as he snapped forward with enough speed to surprise even Roman.

The princely side felt the hands pushing at his face, and there was a struggle as soon as he felt himself and all of his emotions and passions slipping away like cotton candy in water. They both struggled, Apathy getting the upper hand for a moment as he attempted to forcibly move Roman out of the way, Apathy grabbed ahold of the arm that held the dagger, and the struggle continued until one of them tripped over their feet. It was in that struggle that it happened.

“Roman!” Patton’s scream filled the air, as crimson red splattered against the ground.

Raising his head up, Logan curiously peered over to the mirror as the door on Apathy’s side that was normally kept shut, suddenly creaked open.

“Apep?” He called out, setting his books and notes down on the desk as he got up to his feet, there wasn’t Apathy’s usual knocking that usually came with him opening the door. So tilting his head to the side Logan got closer and closer to the mirror that should have had Apathy on the other side of it. “Apep?” He called out again, and only silence answered him as he stared into the blank void of Apathy’s room.

A string of worry tugged at Logan’s heart, the longer he waited the more that it tugged and tugged.

It could have been nothing, it probably was nothing and yet… Logan found himself passing one leg through the mirror, stepping into the room that had once belonged to him, the room hummed for a moment, as if even it recognized Logan’s presence. Running his hand over the smooth white wall, the logical side paused for a moment, but just for a moment as a familiar scream filled the air.

“Patton!” Logan gasped, full on sprinting out of his old room and leaping the down the column of stairs nearly spraining his ankle in the process of such a daring feat. Before he darted around the corner, skidding into view of the kitchen.

His heart leaped up into his throat, and his stomach dropped in horror as he stood there. Looking at the puddle of dark crimson red blood that had slowly spread throughout the kitchen. His shaking hand raised up to his mouth, and before he even knew it he was rushing forward shoving Patton and Roman to the side as he knelt in the wet sticky liquid.

His hands hastily pressed against the wound as Apathy’s head dizzily rolled back and forth, “What on earth have you done!” He practically screamed the words at Roman, his chest felt too tight now, as just the faintest hints of color came back into Apathy. His bland black eyes turning a lovely shade of navy blue as he cracked them open.

Everything felt right as soon as he saw Logan, it didn’t matter that Logan looked just as scared and horrified as Virgil did upon seeing the scene before him. His hands were slicked with his own blood as he weakly grasped for Logan.

“L..Lo..Logan…” He gasped out, a choked whimper crawling its way out of his throat, “Logan...I..I’m scared…”

That mere sentence hurt Logan a lot more than it hurt Roman, as the creative side physically recoiled at the words that had seemingly struck him right in the heart.

“It’s okay Apep, it’s okay. I’m here, just stay awake alright. I’m here.” Logan coached the other, before his head snapped over to the other’s his sweet warm look morphing into one of the most disgusted kind of hate that Roman had ever seen on his face. “What are you doing just standing there like an idiot?! Help me!” Logan barked sharply back at Roman, rage etched onto every line on his face.

Little else that needed to be said. As Roman was off like a bullet, practically galloping up the stairs, bringing back almost every first aid kit they had stored in the mindscape.

It took at least a good hour before Apathy was stable again, and once he had been successfully tucked into the couch with their warmest blankets layered over him, and their softest pillow resting under his head Patton finally burst with questions.

“Where have you been? How do you know Apathy? Why did you send him in your place? Did you know how worried we were f-” Logan raised his hand, and with a single gesture as he closed it into a fist. Patton’s hand slapped over his mouth, with the force of someone backhanding him.

Everything was silent, as Virgil stared at Logan’s closed fist in abject horror, while Roman seemed as pale as a sheet.

“You know,” Logan slowly began as his other hand brushed away the hair from Apathy’s forehead, “I learned quite a lot in my time in the subconscious.” He slowly stated, and meeting Patton’s eyes, as the moral side’s hand stayed firmly in place, Patton felt a sharp curdle of fear raking its way into his heart. Making his entire body tremble, as Logan’s eyes, his once deep blue. As blue as the ocean, steadily started turning blacker and blacker, as a wicked grin lit up Logan’s face. Distorting it, and making him look positively grim.

“So it’s my turn to talk now.”

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