Dead Roommates | Sanders sides au

Logan

Thomas rolled over in bed, trying to turn off the alarm clock. Wait, wait...

When had he set an alarm?

He slowly rolled out of bed and onto the floor, and grabbed the alarm clock off of the table and looked at it.

No, that can't be right...

"Why on Earth did I think that an alarm set for One in the morning was a good idea?" Thomas mumbled to himself.

"Oh, you didn't. That was me."

Thomas stood up immediately as his eyes swept the room. In the corner stood a tall, transparent man in a blue button-up, pants, and a black suit jacket. His dark hair was long, seemed as if he hadn't had a haircut for a good while. In general, he just looked tired, and his clothes were dirty. On the side of his head was a bloody, red, gunshot wound. More ghostlike than the others.

"Who are you?!? Janus said-"

"Oh, let's not ruin the mood with talk about that snake." He snarled, his dark blue eyes glinting with malice, "As for who I am... Logan. Logan Rogers."

Logan... Roman's not-so imaginary friend.

"So you-"

"Oh, do shut up for a moment and let me speak," His British accent was much thicker than Janus'.

Thomas backed up a little.

"I want something from you," He smiled.

"And why would I ever give it to you?"

"Well, either you help me get it, or I kill you. Not too much of a difference to me." He shrugged.

Thomas swallowed, "That sounds fair."

"I thought so."

"So what is it?"

"I need an apology."

"I'm sorry?"

Logan laughed, "Not from you. To move on, ghosts have to solve the major conflicts of their life with everyone they had a problem with, to ensure that people don't hate each other."

"And...?"

"I only have ever had one."

"I don't understand what you want me to do about it." Thomas slowly and cautiously sat down on the bed.

"Just listen!" Logan sighed angrily, "I refuse to go near that snake. You have to get the apology for me."

"Janus? What'd he ever-"

"Doesn't matter."

"Well, then, I won't-"

Logan came over and attempted to push Thomas, but his hands went right through him. Logan seemed to cool down as he stared at his hands, before sitting beside Thomas on the bed.

He looked miserable. Thomas couldn't bring himself to feel bad.

"Wait- if you can't touch me, you can't kill me!"

Logan looked up.

"Get your own apology-"

In a flash, Logan reached over and put his hand through Thomas' neck. And Thomas couldn't breathe. Logan was slowly becoming more transparent, a small smile on his face. As he took his hand back, Logan turned back to normal, leaving Thomas gasping for air.

"What... the... heck... was that?" Thomas panted.

"Possession. My soul overtaking yours. You wouldn't just be dead. You would be completely gone." Logan looked slightly amused.

"Oh, god...," Thomas felt his neck, "I'll talk to Janus in the morning."

"I thought you would say that."