Nightmare Mode

Faulty Logic

King glares with malicious intent as he chuckles with none of the mirth that he usually displays. "Heh... You know what Sanders? I have never done anything but try to help you, but it's like you crave mundanity! Rewriting my work, throwing out my jokes, ignoring me entirely..." He stalks even closer, swiping his sword through the air as he speaks, prolonging his glare into one that sends chills down my spine and has my eyes averting their soulless appearance. He always had an exuberant twinkle in his eyes, but now they are as black as Terror's inky attacks. "I've never been so insulted in my life, Thomas.... I took Terror through my very being and you don't have the decency to look me in the eye? Hardly befitting a king of the internet..."

The egotistical bastardization of my fanciful side grins like he's already won, "Perhaps someone should take your crown." He skirts the flat of his blade around my jawline, almost tenderly and reverently, before winding his arm back for a decidedly fatal slash. "Oh, don't worry about your fans... I'll take your obligation gladly. How could I refuse?" He sings the last line darkly. I brace myself for the attack, closing my eyes tight and waiting for the cold steel to slash through me, but instead I'm thrown to the and the sound of metal scraping across metal fills the room before someone cries out. I open my eyes and take in the scene. Logic is standing partially over me with blood dripping down his arm and a caliper on the floor in front of him. "Huh, unsurprisingly calipers aren't good for sword fighting, perhaps I should change up my form to accommodate." He offers he a hand up while picking up his weapon of choice, completely turning his back on the flabbergasted Ego. King finally spits out "In what world did you think that would work?!"

Logan readies his stance with the caliper in his uninjured hand, "I never thought it would work, but that's not the point. I'm not fighting you..." He lashes out quickly with the pointed end which King easily deflects. "... I'm distracting you!" He spares Patton and I a glance, looking me right in the eye as he shouts. "Get out of here!" King uses his apparent distraction to launch a tentative attack that Logan manages to catch in the claw of the caliper and with of a twist of his wrist, disarm King. Sending his sword flying across the room.

"Alright son, let's get going!" Morality grabs me by the shoulder and begins to drag me into the next room. Ego cursed loudly, running after us while summoning a new weapon (lazy bum can't run and get his sword). Logic was right behind us and ducked in the door at the last second, pressing his full weight against the door. Even then, it still leapt forward a few inches with each of Ego's attempts to ram it open. Morality started dragging a large cabinet over to it and I leapt at the idea. Each of us working in tandem like a well oiled machine, but in actuality were just horrified into action. With the cabinet in place we were finally able to hold to door down enough to throw the pitiful door lock. It's kind of pathetic, but it definitely made me feel better even though we could still hear the others throwing everything they had at the door for a minute or two before they gave up.

Logic slid down the wall, limply and pulled at his tie. Slowly pulling the knot out of it and wrapping it just below his elbow. He painstakingly looped it through itself and pulled it tight with his teeth. Looking closer at his wound, it was plain to see the dark inky matter, in it. "Logan?" I whimper... I don't wanna ask, but I can't not know. It'd be too dangerous to not...

This dilemma ends up not mattering since Logan dejectedly answers the question on my mind. "Yes it is. But it doesn't matter." Morality growls a little at that, "Don't try to tell me it doesn't matter! You're hurt," Patton's crying and starting to sound a little hysterical , "besides. What kind of Dad would I be?" Now that I notice it, quiet tears are running down my face as well...

Logic fixes him with a heated glare. "The odds of Thomas and the rest of us surviving this at all are pitiful. I refuse to cry about this rather than doing something to fix it!" Logic snaps loudly, wincing at his accidentally aggravated wound, before going wide eyed. "That was unnecessarily cruel... please forgive me." he mutters his apology, averting his eyes and tugging one end of his tourniquet tighter.