Sanders Sides One-shots

Alone

Tw: Unsymp!Patton, Unsymp!Virgil, sad Roman, abandonment(?)

Logan stared hard at the three sides in front of him. He clutched Remus' hand tighter, drawing strength from his presence.

"Logan...what do you mean you're leaving?"

"You constantly ignore me, like you don't need me. Like all I'm good for is being Logic. With Janus and Remus, I am liked for just...existing. And Remus is my...uh...romantically significant other. So it's sensible to be close to him."

"But," Virgil said, "Thomas can't lose his Logic!"

"And he won't. I'm simply moving locations. This is not asking permission, this is simply informing you of the new arrangements. Farewell," Logan said and he and Remus sunk away. Logan caught one quick glimpse of Roman, who hadn't said anything. His gaze looked distant, as if he hadn't heard a word.

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Roman sat in his room, having just escaped the conversation with Patton and Virgil about how selfish Logan is being. Roman couldn't agree with them. He sighed and looked around his room, no longer knowing what to do. Logan isn't here anymore. The reality is taking a while to hit him, but Roman's scared for when it does. He doesn't want to be alone, here. He thought he had a friend, or at least an ally, in Logan. Had he been cruel to Logan, too? Roman looked around his large room, blankly noticing how quiet it is. It's always been quiet, hasn't it? It's a lot quieter when there's absolutely no hope trimming through the place. There's a knock on his door.

"Who is it?"

"Princey, it's Virgil. Come out, we need to talk."

Roman doesn't want to talk, not anymore. Not with the people there are to talk to, now.

It was never his decision, before...but he just can't... move, this time...is this what hopelessness feels like?

More knocking, "Princey, Prin- Why's your door gray???"

The handle jiggles violently, then shoes scuff the floor, "Patton! Something's wrong with Roman!"

Roman jolted himself and opened the door, willing the color to return and to create the illusion of life and beauty in his room, "Nono! I'm here. My apologies. I assume I'm just bummed about Logan leaving and it's taking it's tole."

Virgil looked at him and rolled his eyes, "You're so dramatic, Princey. If Logan left, it's because he never wanted to be here, he never actually liked us. Do you miss him, or something? It's not like you two were friends."

"Ah-...no, I suppose not. Still, his absence will be a little too noticable for my taste," Roman gave a rueful smile.

"Whatever, just come on."

Roman trailed after the anxious trait, his posture getting heavier with each pristine step. They met Patton in the kitchen, who set spaghetti on the counter. Patton's food never really tasted right.

"What was happening with Roman, kiddo?"

"Nothing important, he was just being all sensitive over Logan and shit."

Patton frowned, "Emotins are my job, Roman. You don't need to worry about that stuff. You just worry about creating."

Roman nodded, "I know, lo siento, padre. I'll work on it."

Patton sighed, "Language also isn't your job, Roman. Please, that's Logan's area. Thomas can't use the ability from you, so it's useless. Please stop using it, we can't understand you, so there's no point."

"Ah... right. Apologies."

Patton nodded approval at Roman's compliance as he served the spaghetti, "Now, Logan is gone to become a Darkside. So next time you see him, he is a Darkside. Got it? Run his ideas through me first, who knows how those other two will influence them?"

"You got it, pops."

Roman ate only a few bites that weighed in his stomach.

"Why do we automatically assume Logan's gonna change? He's logic, he wouldn't incorporate their ideas if he didn't deem them appropriate."

"You've gotta be kidding me, Roman," Virgil chided.

"I just mean- you know how strict he was with me."

Patton feigned an awkward expression. He feigned hesitance, "Um..well... that's... that's just because Logan didn't really...like... you, Roman."

The princely figure faltered, "Oh..."

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He layed in his bed, any of thoughts he should be having keeping well away from him. He have the urge to even try and find them. The energy he's using that keep his door bright and red feeling like it's taking more energy than it should. He doesn't know how long he was lying there, nor what's happened within that time. It was like he was just existing.

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Logan was watching Remus wrestle a ROUS and it was quite a sight to behold.

Janus, however, was lost in thought on the other end of the couch.

"What's on your mind?" Logan murmured in question.

Janus tapped his gloved fingers along is thigh in anxious thought, "...hm... Roman..."

Logan bristled, "You-"

But Janus cut him off, "I don't agree with your assessment of him."

Logan opened his mouth, but Janus continued, "He's nice, considerate, and open minded, he's only not when Virgil or Patton scold him. Sure he's rude to you, but you're also rude to him, yet you're not abusive, and he's been getting very silent lately, I-"

"Janus!" Logan called, "I agree."

Janus blinked at him.

Remus gave a cackle-like chuckle, "Gee, do you have a crush on my brother or something?"

Logan refused to look at the gooey pile the ROUS probably is.

Janus scoffed, "Of course not."

Tbc