#lee patton

Just then, Janus appeared in front of him. He wagged his finger.

"My my, seems like we have an old man trying to escape from the inevitable..."

Patton grinned nervously, in a 'please have mercy' type way.

Smiling with playful intent, Janus grabbed him. Logan caught up, breathing heavily with a smile, glad Patton was caught.

"Well, Logic?" Janus hummed. "Should we get him, and risk consequences from Daddy?"

A snort was heard from offscreen, and Janus rolled his eyes.

Logan had a similar mischievous grin. "I think it's worth it!"

Without any more warning, Patton was pinned to the floor, Janus holding his wrists above his head while Logan tickled him. It was quite a while since he'd last been tickled so the others were surprised to hear how he reacted to it. As soon as Logan touched his armpits, Patton howled with laughter.

"YEEEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEE!!! NAHAHAHAAHAHAAT THEHEEHHEHEHEEERE!!" Patton squealed. "EEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEE! AHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!"

Logan slowed down and thought a moment. He attacked his belly, making him laugh just as hard.

"HEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!"

Next, he attacked his thighs, which made him howl with laughter.

"LOHOOHOHOHOOOHOHHOOHGAHAHAHAAN! PLEEHEHEHEHEHEASE!"

Finally, Janus had enough of spectating and came to join in. He scratched at Patton's ribs, and scribbled his hips. All while Logan wiggled his fingers all along the bottoms of his feet.

"YAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA! HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAA! STAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAP! ENOUGHGHGHGHGHGHGH!"

So they stopped, allowing him to get some air.

Virgil came out from under the couch, his plan to grab Patton's ankle failed. Seeing the man's exhausted face, Virgil grinned mischievously.

"Get you next time, Pops!" And it was a promise.

In addition to occasionally appearing to Thomas when he told a few white lies, Deceit had taken to popping up on the other sides when they told lies he thought were worth exposing. Even better – Thomas and the other sides wanted the truth? He would see to it that all of their truths were set free like birds from cages.

Starting with Patton and his penchant for lying about his feelings.

It started, as many things do with Patton, with cookies. Roman, deciding he deserved a sweet treat after all of his morning adventuring, went straight for the cookie jar while Patton made sandwiches with help (okay, he was basically only getting things from the fridge, but still) from Virgil. Before Logan, sitting at the table, could even begin to scold him for ruining his appetite, Roman had stuck his hand into the jar only for a look of confusion to pass over his face.

“What thievery is this? Wasn’t the jar at least half-full yesterday? Now it’s completely empty!” Roman exclaimed, pulling his cookie-less hand out of the jar and waving it in the air with his usual dramatics. Virgil shrugged, but Logan rose an eyebrow.

“Patton, have you been partaking in those “second cookies” again? Having that much sugar is unhealthy.” He stated, causing Patton to turn from his sandwich-making with a surprised expression.

“A second cookie is nice once in a while, Lo, but I haven’t had any recently. You guys are more than sweet enough for me.” Patton exclaimed happily.

“Liar.” Suddenly Deceit was standing just behind Patton, picking at some of the sandwich fillings as yet untouched, nonchalantly eyeing the peppy side with a smirk. Patton and Roman jumped, while Virgil practically threw himself across the room to get away from the suddenly close snake. He scowled at the new figure.

“What are you taking about, Deceit? No one needs you here –“ the purple side snarked. Deceit blinked at him with mock-innocence, before turning his attention toward Patton.

“Well, in light of deciding that lying isn’t good, I thought I’d show you just how prevalent lying is for us. Patton, care to share?” Patton got over his surprise and smiled.

“Share what? The sandwiches? I made them for everyone, silly, take your pick!” Patton moved closer to Deceit and the sandwiches, gesturing for the snake side to view them. Deceit placed a gloved hand on Patton’s shoulder, leaning around him to see Roman, about to speak when he realized Patton was scrunching his shoulders a bit. He squeezed Patton’s shoulder, making the other let out a kind of yipping noise, before pulling away with a hum.

“Well. I guess I am needed here, after all.” And with that, the well-dressed side was gone, and everyone else was left to wonder why he had even appeared…except for Patton, who was busy blushing at the noise he’d made and quickly stepped out.

~

The next time Deceit appeared, it was right behind Patton while the others were listening to Roman’s ideas for the new series for Thomas.

“That’s a great idea, kiddo, I love it” Patton responded to Roman’s idea to expand their one horror game video into a series of playthroughs for The Evil Within 2.

“Are you sure about that?” Deceit whispered in Patton’s ear, the air blowing into it quite tickly. Patton scrunched his neck and shoulders up with a squeal, startling the others and alerting them to Deceit’s presence. The snake side smirked at the others and disappeared as quickly as he came. Patton managed to reassure the others that he was fine, just surprised, and left it at that.

But it didn’t stop there. It seemed Deceit was always there every time Patton told the littlest untruth to the others. Just things to make sure he didn’t hurt their feelings, honest! Showing a little more interest in Logan’s schedule than he really had, trying to assuage Virgil’s fears, reassuring them when he wasn’t feeling his best…Deceit just kept showing up, and the things he was doing kept escalating.

“There’s nothing to worry about ki – eeeehee!” Spidering in between his shoulder blades.

“Huh? Oh, of course I heard, Lo – ooooh gohosh!” Fingers jabbing into his underarms.

“I’m fine. AhHA!” A few squeezes to his sides.

The others were getting concerned, but Deceit only smirked and Patton only blushed and avoided their questions. Until finally enough was enough.

Alone in his room, feeling down but not quite knowing why, Patton took a steadying breath.

“I’m feeling really good today!” This time Deceit merely appeared in front of him, an eyebrow raised.

“Really? That’s the best lie I’ve ever heard from you, Patton.” Patton chose not to reply, wringing his hands a bit and looking down so he couldn’t see Deceit’s face at his next words.

“Deceit…I want you stop doing that thing you’ve been doing recently. I don’t like it.” He said hesitantly, feeling nervous and a bit giddy. He peeked up at Deceit to see a glint in his eyes and a smile on his face, and felt his own lips twitch upwards a bit in response.

“What, you mean tickling you? Does it tickle too much?” Deceit asked, stepping closer.

“Ye – no! Uh…” Patton gasped, head lifting as he backed away. The little game of cat and mouse ending abruptly when Patton’s knees met the bed and his balance was thrown off. Deceit took advantage of the situation and pushed Patton to sit on the bed before crouching at his feet. Patton kicked his feet away slightly, giddiness overtaking any other emotion and a nervous, inexplainable smile taking over his face.

“Wh – what are you -? AH!” Patton gave a squeal as Deceit took hold of one of his ankles, wasting no time in removing his slipper and sock. Deceit grinned up at the fatherly side, wiggling the fingers of his free hand inches from his bare sole. Patton pulled at his trapped foot and scrunched his toes, tittering nervously with his hands in front of his mouth.

“You see, Patton, I think you’re lying to me. I think you’re not very ticklish. Let’s prove that theory, hmm?” The side smirked and let his fingers touch down on Patton’s arches, nails skittering over the wrinkles in his scrunched foot quickly but delicately.

“Ihihi’m noohohohot! Stopihihit!” Patton broke into giggles immediately, kicking his free leg and pulling at his trapped one. He shrieked as Deceit found a particularly sensitive spot on his arches just above his heel, pressing his arms against his stomach and falling backwards onto the bed, almost causing Deceit to lose his grip on the other’s foot.

“EEEEE! Plehehehehehehease!” Patton begged.

“Hm? Please tickle you more? Why Patton, I’d hate to.” Deceit said sweetly, letting his other sets of arms grow out to grab Patton’s other foot. He stripped that one of it’s slipper and sock as well, pulling back Patton’s toes and tickling underneath them while the other foot continued to have its sensitive arch played with.

“NOHOHOHOHOOOOO DEEEHEHEHEHEHE! IT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES!!!” Patton rolled on the bed, squirming and trying to scrunch his toes and kick his legs while laughing uncontrollably. His face was red and he felt like he was on the verge of mirthful tears but…he felt better. It was far less embarrassing to be tickle attacked by Deceit in private, and let him actually feel what he had been too overwhelmed to before – joy. Letting himself go like this was, dare he say, nice. But it seemed almost as soon as he began enjoying the feeling, it stopped.

“Does it? That was all you had to say, my dear!” Deceit exclaimed, releasing his feet and drawing his extra arms back into himself. He came to lay next to Patton as he panted and wheezed the last of his giggles out. As he calmed, Patton turned his head toward Deceit and opened his eyes to see the other watching him nonchalantly, hands holding up his head.

“Consider that a little lesson in lying. Did you like it?” Deceit purred. Patton flushed again and before he could stop himself –

“No!” He exclaimed, hands going up to cover his red face. He didn’t see the grin spread on Deceit’s face, but he certainly felt the hands that shot under his exposed arms, making him pin his arms – and subsequently, Deceit’s hands – down with a shriek.

“Now now, what did we just discuss? I think another lesson is in order…” Deceit trailed off as his fingers gently wiggled in Patton’s trapped underarms, starting his laughter up anew.

Nabbing him around the ankle, you smirked as he toppled over.

"The safe word is blueberry," you said, being sure to offer him a way out.

He nodded, understanding.

Scratching the monster claws along his soles, you waited to reap your reward.

Virgil screamed in laughter.

He thrashed and kicked so much you had to climb onto his legs to keep them still. Facing his feet, your claws tapped along his soles. You dragged them up his arches, making him squeal.

"AHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!" He cried. "BLUEBERRY!! HYHYHYYY!"

You stopped and took something out of your pocket. As Virgil lay on the ground, catching his breath and holding his feet, you tossed him his own pair of monster claws.

Then you ran to find more victims!

On top of the fridge, there sat Patton. It takes some effort to climb the cabinet, but you manage to get to him. He giggles and blushes into his hands.

You smile, and tell him the safe word.

Then you lightly scratch from his ankles down to his soles.

He lasts eight whole seconds, which is three seconds longer than Virgil's time.

You stroke his hair as he calms down, and give him his own costume puppy paws.

Then you're off again!

You find Roman in the closet, between his ballgown and red crop top outfits. He squeaks, seeing you with the monster claws.

"There's no escape, Princey!" You tease, skittering your claws along his waist.

"Eheheheeheeheheeee!"

He's tough, and holds on for quite some time.

That's when Virgil finds him. He lifts a foot and drags his monster claws up Roman's soles and between his toes.

"EHEHEHEHEHEEEE!" Roman shrieks and shakes his head. "I'LL NEVER GIVE UP!!"

From the corner of your eye, you see a black blur rush past you. Logan! He was under the bed the whole time!

You leap on him and tackle him to the ground.

"HA-HA!" You laugh in triumph.

He attempts to fight back, scratching his fingers along your sides.

"HEY!!" You cry. It doesn't distract you for long, though.

Smiling, you tickle his own sides with your monster claws.

"EHEHEEEHEHEEHEHEHEEE!" Logan laughed and kicked from under you. "UNFAIR!!! EHEHEEHEEEHEEHEHEEEE!!"

"Oh, it's perfectly fair!"

Meanwhile, Virgil was tapping along Roman's neck with his claws, making him squeal in a rather unmanly way. Then he blew a raspberry in the middle of his tummy.

"EHEEHEHEE! BLUEBERRY!" Roman cried, tapping out.

He lasted 28 whole seconds! You wonder if Logan can beat his time.

You poise your claws over Logan's neck.

"EEK! NAHAAT THERE!!" He cried, turtling and smiling adorably.

This would be fun!

You prepared your claws, wiggling them slightly.

Just then, you felt a tap on your shoulder. It was Virgil.

"Can we help?"

"May we help," Logan corrected. Virgil snarled playfully.

"Oh, I'm sorry! MAY we help you take down this nerd, one unbearably ticklish spot at a time...?"

Logan squeaked and struggled more.

You smile at Virgil. "You certainly can!"

He grabbed one ankle and skittered his claws over his sole. Roman crouched down beside Logan's other foot, grabbing the ankle and using his fingers to tickle all along his sole. Logan fell into cute, squeaky laughter.

Patton came along, waving his fluffy puppy paws at you. You invite him to get Logan too. So he tickles Logan with his fluffy paws, wiggling them along his tummy and sides. Logan shrieked and wiggled wildly. Patton giggled at how cute he was. He occasionally wiggled his paws along his spine, and wiggled a finger in his belly button. The fluff clearly affected him more, his face turning red.

To make things worse, you skittered your claws over his neck. Logan couldn't take it!

"BLUE-" he was cut off by his own laughter. You all took that as the signal to stop. Looking at your stopwatch, you saw Logan's time.

"30 seconds! Congrats, Logan, you are the tickle champion!"

Logan just lay there, breathing hard and giggling as he recovered. The others smiled and told him how well he'd done.

After catching his breath, Logan got up, straightening out his clothes and dusting himself off.

"What's my prize...?"

"You get to decide what game we play next!" You say with a slight giggle.

Logan's expression turned from calmly humble to playful and dark. The look he gave would send a chill down anyone's spine.

"Well... since you insist..." he said, grinning. "There's a little tickle monster here who's been terrorizing us all day. I think it's time (Y/P) got (Y/P) just desserts!"

Now it's your turn to squeak and run!

They gave you a ten second head start. And then the chase was on!

But it was at midday, when he was baking some cookies and trying to time them so they would be cool to have with his lunch, that he learned another fact. 

Roman was ticklish. 

His eyes bulged as he felt that familiar tingle curling around his belly button. He hurriedly placed the bowl of dough on the counter before wrapping his arms around his middle. He had instantly burst into frantic giggles. Pulling up his jumper, he saw the same red glittery gel pen instead drawing wobbly flower petals with his belly button as the middle. 

“Ohohohohehe hehehehe oh Romahahaheeh eheehe” Patton tried to uncap his own pen but Logan had beat him to it. A blue ball point pen quickly scribbled out along his arm: Please stop! I’m in the library!

Patton’s own wobbly writing joined his: Roman please I’m too ticklish! 

Virgil merely ticked next to Logan’s statement. The tickles didn’t stop though. Now there was a bumble bee next to the flower with it’s own dashed trail going across the tummy and along their sides. After drawing a quick smiley sun, a scratchy writing formed along their ribs: 

Not Roman, thank you very much! Better brother here, nice to know that I can tickle all of you at once. But I’ll let you go... right about nooooooooooow! 

Patton spent a few seconds to catch his breath before smiling. Roman didn't talk much about his brother but there had been many times when that same scratchy writing would interrupt a conversation. A quickly drawn dick here and green scribbles over what they had written. But Roman assured them that he did the exact same to him. 

Sorry for that! I keep suggesting we just free him into the wild already. Nice to know I’m not the only ticklish one though!

Yeah it tickled loads! Patton wrote back but turned to continue his baking. 

Aww, you’re all so pathetic, Virgil scrawled himself but Patton intentionally waited a few moments. Just like he thought Virgil quickly wrote that sounds really harsh, the tone does not come across. I mean it’ s funny that you’re all ticklish.

Yeah right! I bet you are ticklish! Roman scribbled and Patton didn't even twig what that meant. Next thing he knew, he was squealing while clutching his sides. Red glittery swirls were twirling around his sides. 

They tried not to tickle each other much, just sticking to writing on their arms. Obviously, they now all occasionally teased each other by tickling once a snarky mark was made. The next big time was when Patton was working in his coffee shop. The uniform was long sleeved so to give privacy to soulmate writing and no one really writes on their hands as it’s just too obvious. Meaning Patton completely missed Logan and Roman’s bickering. Which actually means that Patton immediately burst into frantic giggles when he felt that same pen tip drawing lazily over his stomach. 

But there was people waiting! His co-workers were busy with their own tasks and he was stuck on the till. One person gave him a knowing smile but there was a hunched hoodie clad guy who was outright grimacing at him. 

Or so he thought...

“H-hello. How can I hihihe how can I hehelp?” Patton didn't bother to hide his smile. It was probably pretty obvious his soulmates decided right now to tickle him. 

“Um.... I... heh, whihite coffee!” The guy almost yelled out with his face shining bright red and his arms firmly clasped around his stomach. 

“Aha, are you okay?” Patton gritted out. His gut dropping at the thought of something serious happening while he was stuck giggling away to himself.

“Sorry! I’m fihine fine! Uh, my soulmahates ahaha are being asses!” He ended up almost squealing. He had yet to even look up at him properly. But Patton was now trying to commit him to memory.

“Wait! Ahare you my soulmate? They hehe they’re drawing on eeeehe your tummy? Like zig zaggy?” 

“Wha…” The man looked up now. They both lifted up their shirts just enough to see the exact same glittery pen now drawing frantic zig zags. Patton could also see on the man’s arm that Logan had wrote on their arm that Patton was at work so pack it in Roman!

“Yes, me too!” Deceit butted in, “Logan?”

“Yes, I was a bit disorientated when I first appeared and Patton, being the child he was, thought that tickling me would help ground me.”

“Hah, I’ve always been the best tickle monster!” Patton simply laughed off. 

“Oh no my dear Patton! That’s not how you worded it!” 

“Yeah! It was all ‘tradition’! A way to ‘welcome’ us to the family!” Remus finished off.

“Yeah that sounds like Patton,” Virgil chuckled not sensing the Creativities’ thought process. 

“But this is unacceptable.” Logan thankfully caught on quick and causally made his way round the sofa to where Patton was sitting, “because that means there’s one side who has never been welcomed to the family.” Roman grinned before slowly leaning on top of Patton to fully trap him into the corner of the sofa. Virgil sat up and used his bangs to hide his evil smirk. Logan and Deceit steepled their hands under their chins like identical villains.

Remus being Remus, ran up to the sofa to catapult himself into Patton’s lap. 

Patton at this point was reduced to a giggly ball desperately muttering ‘no’ under his breath. His peaceful smile growing bigger and bigger. 

“Well, welcome to the family Patton. We have this... tradition,” Roman theatrically announced. Logan finally wiggled past his defences and held Patton’s arms above his head. 

“No no no no! Roman!” Patton shrieked. 

“But we have to! You’ve got to be the dad of the group! And... you just can’t be until you fully welcomed!” Roman shook his head. “Boys. On three...”

“WAIT!” 

“3...”

“You can’t all gang up on me!”

“2...”

“Ro- Virgil! Janus! Logan? You wouldn't do this to your favourite dad would ya?”

“...Well you heard him Pat! Until you’re welcomed, you’re not the dad yet!” Virgil shrugged before diving in. 

Patton high pitched squeal could be heard from space. He didn’t bother to try and fight it. Slumping in the seat, he threw his head back to relish in the bellowing laughter. Logan was whispering his monotone teases into his ear, knowing that he couldn’t afford to release Patton’s arms. “Oh you wouldn't say no to tradition would you? I know how much you love me saying one particular word during moments like these right?” Logan smirked, his monotone voice coming to life with a teasing lilt. 

“HAHAHAAHAHAAAAA!” Patton cried out, helpless against Virgil spidering up his socked feet, tracing the patterned socks, matched with Roman squeezing his hips whenever Virgil reached a less tickly bit. They weren't even looking at each other! But yet they clearly knew his ticklishness way better than he did. 

“Yes that one particular word isn't it. Tickle. Why do you like me saying that word again?” Logan pressed closer so he could nose away at Patton’s ears. Something that wouldn’t tickle normally but Patton still flinched and giggled. 

“HAHAHAAHAA! LO! LOHOHOHAHAAHAHA! YOHOU SUCKAHAHAHAAAAAA!” Patton tried to buck away but the second the word suck was said, Remus and Deceit finally launched. Remus whipped his polo shirt up to dig into the cutest most ticklish tummy in the mindscape. Deceit finally made use of Logan keeping Patton’s arms and awkwardly reached over Remus to scratch one finger to the middle of his armpit. 

“Tickle... Did you forget? Hmm, I think I remember why it’s so flustering to hear me say tickle. Something to do with the serious side saying something so childish and fun. And that’s true. Even the word tickle, the way the syllables bounce sounds like something fun. Tickle tickle tickle....”  

“Wait wait wait!” Roman suddenly lurched up, holding his fist up. It took a few moments for the others to finally pull away from tickling the snot out of the self proclaimed tickle monster. 

“Logan, you were first! How did Patton end up tickling you?” Roman asked, mischief dancing throughout him. Patton didn’t dare relax. Clearly Roman had an idea. His laughter never died out, giggles keeping him squirming gently in his seat. 

“Well... I was sat on the floor so he got my neck as that was the one place that was most vulnerable...” Logan trailed off as he mimicked the pristine memory of that day. Two hands wiggling into each side. Absolutely gentle, barely touching. 

“EEEEE! HEH!” Patton whipped his head back but that did nothing. Leaning forward, Remus blocked him with a proud grin. Trapped to sit there and just take the tiny little tickles. 

“We came next. If I remember right, he got our armpits!” Roman exclaimed before wildly scribbling his armpits. 

“HAHAAHA! No! WAIT! HAHAHA! HAH! RO-! I CAHAHAN’T DO ALL HAHAHAHAHAAAA!”

“No no no. You’ve got it all wrong. First he got our armpits but then, remember, he latched on to our tummy! He just tickled and tickled our tummy until we suffocated!” Remus, completely lying so he could tickle Patton too. But Patton was too distracted to even correct him and honestly... it wouldn’t surprise him if he had done that. 

“I was quickly after! I believe that he sat me and down and trapped my feet like this,” Deceit pushed Virgil away and sat on Patton’s ankles. Raising his hands similar to Roman’s own grand gestures and whipped his socks off. Like Roman though, Patton was quick to tickle the snot out of him so similarly he dove in with full vigour. 

Before Virgil could recite his piece, Patton bucked frantically one more time before crying out their safe word. Instantly all of them stopped and climbed off of him. 

“Hahh heheh ha... thanks guys!” Patton blushed and snuggled into Roman’s side all over again. 

“You were not at all obvious in your lee mood,” Deceit laughed. Patton had been sitting with them all day, smiling and clutching his tummy like the clothes themselves were tickling him. 

“Welcome to the family dad!” Virgil joked but his lack of eye contact clearly showed that it rang that bit more true than jokey. 

And that sentiment was absolutely true. The other sides sat back down, all replaying their own memories of the dad character tickling them to calm them down, or distract them or even just a friendly greeting. Dark sides or light sides, all had their first memory of a boy in light blue giggling happily as he wiggled his pudgy fingers at them. 

BONUS:

“Logic? Are you okay?” Patton carefully crouched down so he was sat next to the brand new side. 

“What do you mean you don’t know what you are!” Logic clutched his hair, frustration refusing to be shaken. He knew he was over reacting. But the want... need to categorise overwhelming him. Arguably, by naming himself he did have a category but it just didn’t fit! Logic and Patton. That doesn’t fit! 

“Hey silly! It’s okay!” Patton smiled and jokingly starting tickling Logic’s neck, hoping to at least snap him out of it. But hearing the childish carefree giggles, he quickly started to tickle both sides. “Aw are you ticklish!” 

“Wahahahait! Wait!” Logan squealed but simply leaned forward as if that would stop Patton from tickling under his chin. 

At this point, Patton already knew that Logic was going to be an amazing friend. He was serious and wanted to help thing mixed with his happy laughter, Patton already knew that Logic was going to be his best friend forever

_

“Woah hey! You okay?” Patton asked with a concerned frown tugging his face. Creativity had simply stopped. His eyes flickering around like he could physically see the ideas swarming around his head. 

“Do you need help?” Logan had asked, keeping a respectful distance while Patton was now holding the new side’s hand. 

“Yes! I’m fine! Sorry about that! I guess I can’t decide on a name for now, but I shall find the most absolutely perfectest one in time! Right now this place needs a makeover!” Creativity quickly shrugged it off but Logan could see his eyes flickering crazily again at the mere thought of another creative decision. 

“Right mister! You will rest unless you want a visit from the tickle monster!” Patton laughed already but didn't wait until he shoved his hands underneath Creativity’s arms. 

“HAHAHAAHAAA! BUT HAHAHA I’VEHEHHEAHAHAAAA!” Creativity almost collapsed in half. Logan was about to tell Patton not to crowd him but seeing the genuine carefree expression of the new side made him stop. He shrugged before joining in. Creativity finally crumbled once his felt Logan’s clunky scribbling fingers poking at his sides. 

“It’s law I’m afraid! New sides get tickles... I’m sorry I don’t make the rules here kiddo,” Patton taunted, not realising this idea of tradition would soon ring true. 

-

Deceit felt awkward. He knew exactly what he wanted to say but it was like someone else controlled his mouth. Forcing words into sentences without him even realising sometimes. The three sides all kept looking at him, puzzling out anything that left his mouth. He shied away from them feeling his lip wobbling dangerously. “Hey it’s okay. I’m sorry we don't really know what you’re trying to tell us. I’m Patton. This Logan or Thomas’ Logic and Romulus or Thomas’ Creativity. I, heh, don’t quite know what I am yet!”

“I think he’s most likely Lying! Everything you’ve told us has been a lie so far! So you must be Lying.” Logan snapped his fingers, pointing in excitement at cracking a puzzle. 

“No!” Deceit almost didn’t notice he said anything at all. His voice betrayed the fact that he was almost near tears. 

“Hey! Don’t worry! Whatever you are, welcome to the Thomasphere!” Patton cooed before guiding him to sit down. Logan already had a glint in his eyes while Creativity looked on in amused disbelief. 

“Really Patton? What about us not overcrowding him?” Romulus huffed but made no move to stop him once he started scribbling frantically against his soles. Deceit immediately fell back, his arms wrapped round his tummy as he burst out joyful deep laughter. 

“It’s tradition now! Everyone needs some good cheer up tickles!” 

“Hahahaha! HA!” Deceit lurched forward before his laughter went silent once Logan and Romulus took to tickling all over his tummy, pushing his arms away like they were nothing. 

-

Virgil had been around for ages, clinging to the corners and shadows before the light blue clad one found him. He had heard about this one. This one was so strong that he ripped a person in half or so he heard. The very last one who he wanted to find him. He was definitely going to hurt him! “Hi, I’m Thomas’ morality! Or you can call me Patton! What are y-”

“I’m Thomas’ anxiety. I’m something bad. So don’t waste your time,” Virgil spat out, hunching his shoulders like he was a cat trying to seem bigger than he was. His spider’s legs kept curled around him though. Patton recoiled at the tone before taking a moment to think about what he said.

“Okay, well hello Anxiety! Now we’ve got a tradition around here, to welcome you to the mindscape!” Patton smiled, hoping that this wouldn’t backfire and Anxiety wouldn’t hurt him. He crept his one hand forward and Anxiety frowned before grabbing his hand in response. Patton smiled wider.