Ours- Yandere!Logicality, Book 3 (Sanders Sides)

= CHAPTER FORTY-TWO - I can't seem to stop. (LOGAN) =

:January 14th, XX47; Tuesday.

:LOSE EVERYTHING.

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Logan awoke at six in the morning to his alarm, soft breathing on his neck coming from his sleeping husband, and the feeling of complete existential dread.

He inhaled slowly and gripped the blankets, Patton stirring next to him. He reached over to the alarm and turned it off, before nuzzling his head back into the crook of Logan's neck. The latter just stared at the ceiling, breathing slowly.

"Mmm... it's to early," Patton mumbled.

It was too early. It was far too early for Logan to be thinking about how his murder body count would be rising to six in a matter of hours. And the fact was, if Patton hadn't of come home when he did the day before... Logan wouldn't be doing this.

He had been looking for a reason- a sign, almost- to not do this for days now. But it had never come. Everything had been perfect, from the security cameras breaking at the store to the sudden rain to the timing of making the smoothie being somehow perfect.

There was still time to not do it, though. The bottle with the cyanide was in his work bag, there was a chance Patton could see it or he wouldn't be able to get it out of his bag in time to give it to Miss What's-Her-Name or he won't be able to get his gloves on or he won't even see her at all. So many things could go wrong.

And yet a part of him was sure it would work out... much to his dismay. He didn't want to be doing this. Yet he just had to. At least he wouldn't have to witness the death this time.

"...Logan, dear? Are you okay?"

Logan blinked and glanced down at his husband, who was now staring up at him. He picked at Logan's t-shirt, and the latter sighed.

"I'm fine. Just... shaken up. As usual."

Logan moved closer to his husband and hugged him, Patton frowning and hugging him back. He carded a hand through his hair.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. I'll be fine."

"Alright."

If he wouldn't have made the smoothie he wouldn't have to go through with this.

But just like his mother... this teacher was a monster.

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"Alright- next class we're going to be talking a bit about our class's final project, which won't be due until May but we'll be talking about it tomorrow. No homework tonight. You all may pack up, I'll see you next class."

Logan sighed as his students began to pack up, and he glanced over to his work bag, which was sitting idly underneath his desk. Something told him to put on the gloves inside of them, and he gulped, but he went ahead and did it, praying wearing gloves wouldn't make the action seem too suspicious.

It was lunch, then. Someone was likely going to come into the room soon. It would either be Patton, as they had began having lunch in his room again... or it would be Susan.

And right as he sat down at his desk, the door began to open.

"Lo-Bear~!"

Oh, good lord, it was time to commit a murder.

"Oh. I- hello, Susan."

Miss Kelchen swung her hips on her way over to Logan's desk, and she leaned her hands against it, staring at him almost lustfully. "So... how's my favorite man been?"