Sanders' Sides Oneshots

Stutter (Logic x Morality)

Logan hated emotions; everyone knew that. He had made it very clear a number of times. They were all unpleasant to him. Their ability to ruin your day for no reason in a split second was frightening, for sure, but the one he hated the most couldn't really even be considered a negative emotion.

Love.

The way it so strongly affected a person, from their view on not only the person they had fallen for, but also the world around them, and the way it made even the smartest of people turn into the dumbest.

Oh, and he couldn't forget, the way it caused him to lose focus of everything and how it made him unable to form a coherent sentence around the one he had fallen for. Love was an awful thing, and he couldn't quite understand why he loved it so much still.

There were many negatives to him, but he could not deny the happiness he felt being around said person, or how bright everything seemed as he found himself falling. His rather dark, logical outlook on the world had become a little more optimistic.

Despite these good things that came out of it, he still hated oh so much that whenever in the presence of this person, he couldn't help but to stutter. His words would catch in his throat, and he found himself repeating things once, twice, three times trying to get it out correctly, then forgetting altogether what on earth he was talking about. He hated how concerned the other got when he stumbled on his words like this; there was no way he could possibly explain why it was happening. "Ah, yes, I just so happened to have fallen in love with you, Morality, and can't even get a proper word out when around you."

Of course not. Except, by some cruel chance of fate, he had to explain himself.

Morality had started up the conversation, simply saying good morning to him, and despite how simple and fast this interaction should have been Logan's face heated up as he tried to get out a reply. "G-good m-mo-morning." He flinched at his own greeting, cursing all emotions silently. Morality frowned at him.

"Are you feeling okay, Logan? Your face is really red, and you don't sound too good." Morality worried, bringing a hand up to touch Logan's forehead. Logan took a hold of Morality's hand to stop him, blush worsening.

He cleared his throat, releasing Morality's arm and taking a step back. "Yes, I am f-fine." He choked out, looking down at the ground. "D-do not w-worry."

Morality sighed, taking a step closer to Logan and taking a hold of his hands, looking at him in concern. "Logan, really, if you're sick I can help. I'm worried about you, you're acting strangely."

Logan stared at their hands, biting his lip nervously, and slowly looked up to face a perturbed Morality. They were stood very close, and Logan felt nervous. He hated this, oh how he hated this. "I-I told you.." he mumbled, looking down again. He couldn't take it, looking Morality in the face. "I'm perf-perfectly f-fine. J-just.."

"Just, what?" Morality prompted as Logan trailed off, squeezing Logan's hand encouragingly.

"Well, it would seem that... e-emot-motions have gotten the best of m-me." He stared at their hands once again, then closed his eyes completely. He didn't want to face the world right now.

"Emotions? Are you feeling sad, Logan? Would you like to talk about it?" Morality interrogated, and Logan simply shook his head.

"Not sa-sadness. A-actually.." he muttered, taking a deep breath and removing a hand from Morality's grip to fiddle with his glasses. "It's.. d-difficult to explain."

Morality smiled gently at him. "Hey, it's alright Logan. Whatever it is, I can try and help you out, I know you're not the best at handling emotions."