#incorrectly correct

It was extremely sudden. He was reading while in his favorite chair. The plush yet not too plush upholstery Virgil assisted in finding when he first spoke about the infuriating task. Of course that was after telling his dark-clothed companion that no, he wouldn’t rather sit on a table, step-ladder, or anything else except a chair. The shorter has his standards, and Logan has his, and his is to have a proper chair. Even with the impending weight of reality constantly resting on his shoulders. 

Getting off track. 

Reading, as rewarding as it is with the constant flow of knowledge he craves, Logan likes to be, how the saying goes, ‘extra’ and stimulate his brain’s synapsis as much as possible. Meaning that every time he reads, his fingers tap out Morse code of every single sentence. 

It’s oddly calming as well. Living alone, though having the most benefits, tends to become a bit too quiet. Classical music, the only kind anyone should ever listen to or become hopelessly off task with distracting lyrics, doesn’t always fill the silence. His constant tapping does, however. 

And then someone else’s tapping. 

That had been something that never should’ve happened. It’s ludicrous, not to mention impossible, and yet one night after finishing a chapter, distinct Morse code began. 

Distinct Morse code that demanded an answer to the inquiry ‘don’t you ever read anything other than text books, Calculator Watch?’. 

He couldn’t think of an answer as to how that was possible. 

He still can’t think of the reason why he answered back. 

What exactly would I read? 

I don’t know! Something interesting! 

Quantum theory is interesting. 

If you’re a nerd. What about real stories? The reason books were made for! 

I’ll have you know, books were made to share information and- 

Oh my God you are a nerd. Look, do me a favor and just grab some fantasy novel!

Might I ask for any recommendations? 

Uhhhhhhhh...OH! ‘Princess And The Frog’!

That’s not a novel in any respect. 

Look, Teach, I don’t know. Just something that’s not a textbook! 

So he grabbed his faithful copy of ‘Sherlock Holmes’ and proceeded to read the first story. 

While he certainly enjoyed rereading the incredibly well written novel, especially when you take into account the man who wrote about the greatest character made in Earth’s history had to have been a Sherlock Holmes himself, with information having been something not so easy to access, he couldn’t help but realize how ridiculous this was. 

One, it seems there’s an intruder somewhere in his apartment. Two, said intruder attempted to state a children’s book was a novel. Three, the person doesn’t seem to even respect him, with nicknames and claiming he can’t read his own choice of a book. 

He dutifully finishes the invigorating story, but then he closed the tome, wanting to go to bed. 

Hey, hey, hey! That can’t be it! Those two are like the greatest team EVER! 

No, that isn’t it. But I’m speaking to someone that might’ve broken into my home and tried to delegate what I do in my spare time. I suggest you leave. 

There was no response. That was the end of it. 

Until he sat down the next day, full intent on completing the theories around possible uses of quantum physics. 

...would you mind continuing ‘Sherlock Holmes’? 

Pleaaaaaaaase? 

I really want to know what happens! 

Why don’t you read it yourself? 

I, uh, I kind of can’t. 

And you’re using me. 

I-I also like hanging out with you! Not just for the stories! 

He apparently still had someone inside his apartment. Despite combing it diligently both last night, and this afternoon after returning from his classes. Not a single soul, and no possible way for anyone to get in. 

...alright. But this is the final story. 

It wasn’t. It became a regular thing. They started expanding their library, the mysterious tapping of Morse code always asking for stories of knights and dragons. Logan continuously pushing back against it, considering the fact there can’t possibly be anything worth learning while reading these of pure fiction. He cracked when they came to an agreement they switch every night. A ‘boring textbook’ one day, and a ‘fantastic rendition of what could be history but simply lost in time’ the next. 

Slowly but surely he started to learn about the puzzling companion he somehow managed to gain. He still doesn’t know how, but he knows who. 

His name is Roman. He never runs out of nicknames, nor does he attempt to hide his true opinions, especially about the fact Logan is apparently a nerd. He has unrealistic ideas about romance and how the world works. Always dreaming up almost insane ideas and plans. 

But always enjoying speaking to the college student. Who, in return, can’t help but agree he’s enjoyed the annoyingly impossible person being ‘around’. Someone who now greets him whenever he comes home from school, who he can ask a question, and even though Roman never knows the answer, always enjoys helping him think through it.

His favorite part is being able to tease the easily offended Morse coder. Virgil enjoys firing back whenever a comment is made, the two friends then making it into a friendly debate that never gets too heated. 

Roman doesn’t take any kind of sass. His responses always become fierce pounding when something he doesn’t like what’s being said, needing to ‘defend his honor because no way is he letting some Microsoft Nerd get the best of him’. It’s incredibly amusing, and Logan enjoys finding what exactly makes his friend become incredibly angry. 

Then one day, the believed ghost finally revealed himself. 

Disney movies are littered with plot holes and none of them should be as treasured as they currently are. 

“YOU BITCH! TAKE THAT BACK!” 

The college student all but fell out of his chair at someone full on yelling in response. Six months of Morse coding, and Roman actually speaks. And walks out from a passage leading inside the walls, revealing a man only three inches tall total in height, wearing a white costume-like garment and red sash. Not to mention looking incredibly angry. Like he’s going to teach Logan a lesson about insulting Disney.