Sanders Sides One-shots

Stitching (OTP - Analogical) [1/2]

Ship: Analogical (I know I do this one a lot, BUT THESE TWO ARE PRECIOUS AND ADORABLE OKAY, FITE ME) (Requested by kimyrei)

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Note is at the bottom!

To say that Logan was attached to his unicorn onesie was an understatement.

He completely adored it.

After all, it was a one piece, so it was convenient. It had a hood, which was always a good thing. It was warm, so he never really needed a jacket. It was soft, so he was comfortable in it. And it was a unicorn, a mythical creature he enjoyed reading about (A/N: first A/N in a while, lol. Anyways, is anyone gonna be mad that I've never owned/worn a onesie?).

Overall, it was perfect.

The only issue was that he wore it basically 24/7 and he had owned it for more than 2 years.

So it really shouldn't have been a surprise when the logical trait woke up one day and discovered something. But it was.

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Logan stared in mute horror at the disaster in front of him, his eyes bulged to the point where they looked as if they would fall out. He found himself unable to look away though.

He tried to yell for help but his voice wouldn't cooperate. He shook his head to attempt to snap himself out of whatever trance he was in before swallowing down the hardening lump in his throat, despite his throat's fervent protests. He felt his voice return to him and wasted no time in calling out.

"PATTON! PATTON! YOUR PRESENCE IS REQUIRED URGENTLY!" Logan cried out in a voice filled with frantic desperation.

Immediately, he heard 3 pairs of footsteps rush towards his door before it burst open. Logan turned to face them before solemnly pointing to his clothes rack.

Patton, Roman and Virgil directed their attention the unicorn onesie hanging on the rack, noticing how one of the sleeve's was barely attached to the rest of the onesie. The stitching must have worn down after being used so often, they concluded.

"What's the big de-"Roman's question was interrupted by a sharp elbow to the ribs by Virgil who shook his head disapprovingly.

"Logan's super attached to that thing. About as much as you're attached to Disney. So shut it!" He hissed, just loud enough the creative trait to hear.

Logan looked down at his shoes, shuffling sadly at the state of his onesie. Patton slowly approached him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"You want me to fix it for you, Logan?"

The addressed trait just nodded quickly, a frown firmly etched onto his face. Patton told Virgil and Roman to keep Logan company before running off to his room to get his sewing kit.

Virgil steered Logan back to his bed and Roman made him sit down, which he did willingly. He was practically like a doll, just numbly doing what he was told. The two traits hoped that Patton returned soon because they were unnerved by how Logan was acting. Normally he was the most composed and calm, so this was strange for them.

Thankfully, they heard Patton's footsteps approach just as they thought that. Smiles appeared on their faces when they saw the sewing kit in his arms but fell the moment they noticed the furrowed brows on the fatherly trait.

"What's wrong?" Roman was the first to ask.

"We're out of thread... and Thomas leant Pongo to someone."