Sander Sides One Shots

Nightmares {Analogical}

Analogical

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{Logan}

When reality and the imagination collide, it's the worse possible situation to ever thrive. You start seeing things that aren't there, well you hope they aren't there. The mind starts to play tricks on you, mocking the fact that you scared yourself earlier before going to bed. And you regret it with all your will power. Asking yourself; was it really worth it?

Logan's head leaned against the headboard, his breathing heavy. It was unusual for Logan to get scared, that was more of Virgil's and Patton's job. But here he was! Logan never (as he wants others to think) gets scared. It's an unlikely outcome, but only one thing can frighten him. As a lot of us fear; the unknown.

What lies at the bottom of the ocean? What lives out there in space?
What happens after death?
What happens,  what if's, questions thrown together.

Most articles and books hold no answers, just more what if's. It's always a scary thought knowing that no one knows something. Including you. This may sound stupid, but Logic is Logic. An unsolved answer is one he will try to solve. And all he could find about were scriptures of the bible, which doesn't really help at all honestly.

His eyes wandered around the room, the dark edges of the room expanding outward. He wasn't scared of the dark, no, he wasn't scared of what could possibly be in the dark. He was scared of what could happen when he fell asleep.

Would something happen to Thomas? Would Anxiety have another panic attack? He usually helped him on those. If he fell asleep, what would he fail to miss? He needed to know what happened at all times. Well he wanted to know. He wanted to know everything, but he doesn't and he never will. Add that to the list of his fears.

Noises boomed from outside the mind. It was thundering again. No rain, no lightning. Just thunder. He wasn't scared of thunder, no. It was just nature doing what it has always done. It was just the silence in between the noise. Where all was quiet, not a single peep. Seconds to minutes where his mind wasn't interrupted. Where his thoughts and fears could all be heard. He hated it.

Logan always enjoyed being able to help and be listened to. It was his will to live, his purpose. He wasn't stuck up and needed the attention like Roman. He just wanted to feel needed and wanted. But when it came to the night, Logan hated listening to himself. He wanted himself to shut up, to just stop...thinking of course! Not anything else! Well, he says. If anyone knew, they would doubt it was just the thoughts he wanted to stop.

The ticking of the clock became annoying after a while. The small sound mocking you that time was passing and you weren't doing anything about it. Then it appeared in Logan's mind. If he couldn't sleep, why couldn't he work? It's not the best solution, but at around 4 a.m, it was the only solution.

Logan left the comfort of the bed, sudden fatigue passing over him. Of course. When he was trying to sleep he felt awake, when he wasn't he felt tired as hell. Common sense of the body. His feet trudged to his desk, papers scattered and pens littered the floor. What would cause a mess like this?

He flipped the desk light on, a small, flickering yellow light emerged barely covering any of the sheets. It would have to do, the room light was too bright, he didn't need Patton coming to check up on him. Again. Like he has for the past two weeks.

Logan had fallen into a continuous cycle. He would stay up working all night and day. It wasn't healthy, but it was a good way to keep the thoughts away. Even if they did impact him negatively. If anything, he could pass off as Anixety with his schedule. Patton worried about him more, asking if he ate or slept. Which he hasn't in days. It was illogical, but the mind doesn't work unless the basic needs are met. And they have not been.