Sander Sides Oneshots (Request open)

Emotions?

A/N: Requested by, Baku-broken, I hope you enjoy and I hope this is good/close to what you wanted. Have a wonderful morning/day/night and happy Thanksgiving if you celebrate!

~Bee

TW: Sad boi Logan

3rd Person POV

Logan sits on the edge of his bed, papers in hand.

Now normally he would be at his desk but he needed to switch his position for a bit.

He took a deep breath and looked at the pages in his hand, he'd been staring at them too long. The words were bluring together into a big mush of black ink.

He swiped his glasses off and rubbed at his tired eyes

"Im fine, I'm fine, I dont- I don't feel anything."

His hands shook, he was oh so tired but pushed past it in order to work.

People were counting on him, he wanted them to listen. To acknowledge the work he does.

Not that he feels pride or happy when he is acknowledged for he doesn't feel anything but he wants them to hear him.

And they will.

He'll make sure this is so good they would have to listen to him.

To want him around.

'They'll never see you as one of them...'

'You don't matter to them...'

'You are nothing but a robot with a stone heart, no, no heart at all...'

'You spit your factoids and then leave...'

No.

No. This wasn't true, was it?

Maybe it was....
Maybe he was just a heartless robot with no feelings.

His vision was blurred even more without his glasses.

Something wet? Hit his violently shaking hands on the paper.

What was this?

Logically this would be tears, meaning he would be crying.

Logically this would mean he was sad but that can't be possible.

He's logic, he doesn't have emotions.

He doesn't get sad.

He doesn't cry.

So why was he?

Why was he confused and hurt and crying and wanting comfort but also wanting to be alone.

The tears came faster, the pages getting wet and smudge. He set them down, hugging his knees.

This didn't make sense, none of it made sense.

Logan didn't like it one bit, but did he get help? No.

No Logan didn't get up and leave the room.

No Logan didn't go ask for help of comfort.

No, Logan just sat there, on the bed, hugging his knees and sobbing as all the stress and pent up emotions flooded out of him at once.

And outside of the mindspace Thomas could feel a headache coming on, but also a feeling of sadness that couldn't quite be explained.