Sanders sides oneshots (request closed)

the words we cant understand

type: normal AU

ship: none

genre: angst

requested by: me

TW: dyslexia coded Logan (i think this is lowkey dyslexia? Ikd. Juts- ND ig lmao, idk), angst, vent writting, spacing out, not being able to process things correctly, lowkey self isolation

word count: 2448

The sides were in the dinning room, acompanied by Remy and Emile, enjoying lunch, when a familiar and mischevious child apeared

"Bonjour mes cheres!" Doodles exclaimed, fluttering inside the room, eir wings settling to each side of fae

"HOLY SHIT IT HAS WINGS!" Roman exclaimed.

"Yeah," Doods rolled their eyes, "Had them for a while, sweety."

"How have we never seen them before!?" Roman insisted, "You've come to kidnap me- many times, and i've never seen them before!"

"You don't always see Eden's horns, wings nor tail all the time, and that seems fine," Doodles shrugged, "Look, I love wearing layers and its harder when you have to imagine clothing for wings. But now i'm FUCKING DYING OF HEAT FUCK YOU SOUTH OF SPAIN, so having my wings out helps to chill out," Doodles smiled, ignroing Patton's dissaproval of swearing"Besides, i stim by flapping them, and considering how shit has been lately...."

"Whats that supposed to mean?" logan asked, "You havent posted here in a few months, is there anything we should be concerned about?"

"Eh, that's just because i've been bussy with my book That Wasn't Wine, it's vampires, you're the protag. It started as oneshot, currently writting chpater 33. I've been also working on these other two oneshots on the sideline, plus my comic, but i got a sudden urge to speedwrite this vent piece today"

"Kiddo, it seems you're overworking yourself, aren't-" Patton started, but Doodles cut him off

"Blah blah blah, who cares about my mental health. well- ok, my friends do. That's off topic tho- today it's vent piece day, and I'm kidnaping Logan, Virgil and Emile! Enjoy the suffering!"oodles grinned before snapping eir fingers together, making those 3 sides dissapear, "Buh-byeeeee! Time to sleep" With that, it dissapeared as well.

...

Logan gripped his phone with more strength as he scrolled down the Egyptian mythology Wikipedia page, not focusing on what the article actually had to said, but more attempting to distract himself from the war that occurred inside his own mind, slightly influenced by the environment around him.

It certainly wasn't a pleasant experience, especially considering how he wasn't able to either hear his own thoughts nor the words shared outside of his mind. Instead of a narrating string of words inside his head, aka, how his brain usual functioned, all that was found inside his skull were strange feelings. Contrasting, hateful feelings which battled upon each other, waging a fruitless war. It couldn't be even labeled as feelings (at following Logan's criteria). These where... sensations. Opposing sensations which crumbled together just long enough to be considered as a thought before dismantling themselves once more, leaving a sense of emptiness and confusion resting inside the logical side.