For the prompts, "Wow, you're so small." To continue the Logan/Roman story! I really want to see how that turns out! I love you're writing!
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In a world where the sides shrink or grow based on their emotions/egos, Logan is still holed away in his room at a few inches tall. The others have begun to grow concerned, in their own ways.
(Y’know at this rate this story might need a title.)
The next morning at breakfast, when their sizes had not been reversed as Roman predicted, tensions were high. It certainly didn’t help that the three tall sides kept bumping into furniture, unaware of their increased height.
“Has anybody seen the nano nerd yet?” Roman glanced at the other two, watching as Patton drummed his fingers anxiously on the table and Virgil tried to maneuver around the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.
“Oh, yes, Logan’s doing just fine.” Virgil rolled his eyes. “That’s why I’m still trying to make coffee out of a thimble.”
“Pretty large for a thimble.” Patton glanced at the coffee pot. Though it was dwarfed by Virgil’s hand, it was still larger than a thimble would be. More like the size of a teacup.
Roman narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out if Virgil was being serious or not. “You’re a horrible liar. I’ve known you far too long to be able to tell.”
“It’s not lying, it’s just sarcasm.” Virgil argued, his hand shaky as he tried to balance the container. With a bit too much pressure, the glass shattered, and Virgil quickly pulled his hand away from the mess.
“Virgil!” A concerned Patton was at his side in moments, grabbing a hand towel that looked more like a washcloth and dabbing away at the mess.
“Are you alright?” Roman asked, looking at the small cut on Virgil’s hand. The anxious side clenched his fist, looking tense.
“Alright, enough is enough.” Virgil growled, peeved after hitting his hip on the corner counter for the third time. He stormed down the hall, his stomping shaking a few of the picture frames.
“Be gentle, Virgil!” Patton warned, rushing after him. Roman was hot on his heels. Virgil paid them no attention, raising a fist to the door and pounding on it.
“HEY!” Virgil yelled, his voice becoming extra dark and foreboding in his irritation. “KNOCK IT OFF!”
There was no verbal response, but the group each individually felt themselves grow a few centimeters.
“Oh, well done, Goliath.” Roman rolled his eyes. “You’re scaring him.”
“Come on, this is Logan!” Virgil argued. “He doesn’t get scared!” Despite his words, Virgil took a step away from the door, slightly remorseful.
“I think this might require a gentler touch.” Roman tilted his chin towards Patton. “Pat, you’re up.”
Patton nodded, taking a step forwards and gently knocking on the wood. “Logan? Kiddo? You in there?”
Virgil glanced at the group of them, realizing how strange this situation was- what kind of person had personified personality traits with size-based ego issues?
“Thomas really needs a therapist.” Virgil muttered, watching Patton continue to try and coax the small logical side out.
“I’m saying this because I care about you.” Patton continued, his voice almost a coo. “We’re here to help, okay Lo-lo?”
“I’m sorry, since when is he “Lo-lo”?” Roman hid a snort behind his hand, while Virgil wrinkled his nose in disgust. Patton gave them a brief glare over his shoulder, turning back to Logan’s door.
“Logan, please, just come out.” Patton pleaded. “We just want to help you.”
There was a long bout of silence, and thinking he wasn’t going to get a response, Patton slowly began to retreat away from the door.
“…I can’t.”
At the sound of the quiet voice, three large ears were immediately pressed against the door.
“You can’t?” Roman repeated. “Well why not?”
“…I cannot reach the door handle.”
Patton glared at his fellow sides, giving them a look that said ‘Don’t you dare laugh’ as they both held amused smirks.
“Alright, then can we come in?” Patton asked.
Another pause.
“Logan?” Roman called out. “It’s me, Roman.”
“I know, Roman.”
“You don’t have to deal with everything alone.” Roman explained, his voice going uncharacteristically soft. “You know that, right? We may poke fun at you quite an awful lot, but that’s only because you’re very easy to tease. You’re just as crucial to Thomas as the rest of us, and if you’re having these emotional issues, we would be honored to assist you.”
“Aww, Roman, that’s so sweet!” Patton cooed.
“I do not require any assistance.” Logan’s voice had a certain bite too it that wasn’t there before.
“Oh, please.” Virgil rolled his eyes. “You’re, what, a couple inches tall? You certainly didn’t grow any over the night. Just suck it up, swallow your pride and accept our help already.”
“Virgil-” Patton’s warning tone was cut off by another argument from the anxious side.
“What? It’s true.” Virgil looked down at Patton, pressed to the door beneath him. “Logan’s too stubborn for his own good.”
“Is not!” Patton insisted.
“Is too.” Virgil smirked.
“Is too, too.” Roman seconded the motion.
“You are all acting like children.” Though Logan was insulting them, he seemed to be improving. The other three sides could feel their heights beginning to decrease.
“Does that mean we can come in?” Patton asked hopefully.
“…yes, you may enter.” Logan, despite his words, sounded hesitant.
“Good, because we were gonna come in anyway.” Virgil admitted, earning him a smack on the arm from Patton.
Roman straightened up, grabbing the door handle. He slowly turned it, pushing the wooden door open and letting his gaze slowly fall down to the floor. His eyes widened.
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