Sander sides one-shots

Friday The 13th

A/N: TW: Graphic descriptions of gore, injuries, death, blood, and slowly picking off characters one by one until they are dead.
Above: a really crappy piece of art I made for this fic.

Anxiety knew something bad was going to happen to him, he'd managed to trip over his black cat named Curiosity, he tried to fix a broken umbrella and opened it indoors, he stepped on a handheld mirror walking to the commons, he walked under a ladder while Prince was painting a mural on the wall, he broke the salt shaker while trying to find cereal, and to sweeten the pot of bad luck the day was Friday the 13th.

Anxiety told the others about what happened and they all laughed knowing that most bad luck omens are fake, but what they didn't know is Anxiety's shadow had disappeared and a strange figure that showed on the walls was holding a knife and it appeared to be laughing.

No one noticed Anxiety's disappearance until Morality finally convinced the others to check up on him and found him in his closet with a gag in his mouth and a dark figure whispering next to him, "No one cares about you, you're unwanted, nobody has checked on you yet so why would they come now?"
They untied the ropes holding Anxiety and after that they never let him out of their sight...

That was the wrong thing to do, when Logic wasn't heard from for two days Prince came to check up on him and what he saw made him scream.

Logic's body was hanging from the ceiling fan slowly rotating and his throat was slit, no blood was falling but the circle splatter on the floor showed that he was quickly put up there after the blade had cut his neck.

The others quickly ran to Prince's scream, Morality fainted and Anxiety ran to the nearest bathroom and threw up.

After a year of the murder the Traits hadn't gotten over the death of Logan, the worst thing is that he was still with them, floating around as a dark blue hologram like figure and speaking in a language that wasn't known to man. The worst thing about it was that he had a cut on his neck the same as to his body before death but it constantly dripped blue blood which would vanish before it even touched the floor, his jaw was bruised, and when he lifted his shirt you could see a hole shape of a hand in his abdomen as if someone had cut the shape or someone ripped through his skin and took something out, that thing was his small intestines which looked like they were in the process of falling out but they were permanently stuck there as if he couldn't even touch it or put it back in place.

The next Friday the 13th was in two days, they had found how to communicate with Logan, Prince held a recording device next to the shimmering ghost and explained that he had seen something of the sort happening in movies and books but a strange idea was all he had.

He started the recording "Hey Logic, what's my favorite Disney song?"
*g͢a͘͟͠r̡b̸l͜͠e̢҉͢d̷͜͠ ̢s̵p̵ee̕͢c̶̨h̡͝͠"̨͏̀ ͜͜͞

He stopped the recording and played it,
"Hey Logic, what's my favorite Disney song?"
"All of t̶he̡m b̵u͏t҉ ͞wh҉y ͟wo̕uĺd ͠y҉o͢u c͘are, f́o͡r som̢e re̡as̶on y̴ou can͢'͢t͘ ̧u͘n̡d͢ers̛t͝a͏nd ̨me."̛

Logan made a sound that was easily noticed as yell of triumph

He pointed at the record button and prince did so
*g͜aŗbled͢ ̛g̕ib̷be̢ri̸s҉h f͡o̶r͡ a lo͞n̕g t̵i̧m͟e*
After a few minutes he pointed at the stop button, Roman did as he asked.