True Colors {ON HOLD}

Explanation

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Ok. I'm back and I bring a chapter! Yay!

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Logan POV

My mind was processing data. Quickly enough that I reached a conclusion in time to turn to morality and stop him from rushing down to Thomas.

"Lo- he- wha- THOMAS!!!" Patton practically shouted. My ears began ringing from the loudness.

Huh. I wonder what would happen if one of us injured ourselves. Would Thomas feel the effect? Maybe a watered down echo due to the other sides being uninjured? Maybe nothing cause we technically shouldn't exist? Mayb- no! Focus.

"Patton. Roman. Follow me." I turned and marched up the stairs, pulling a near catatonic Morality and an extraordinarily confused Prince. Once I reached the top of the stairs, Morality started fighting back to go downstairs to Thomas. After several more seconds, so did Roman. In their confusion it was clear their minds were largely somewhere else so, though I am far from the strongest out of all of us, I was able to pull them up the stairs and through Thomas' door.

‏ After I closed, locked, and put a chair in front of the door, I turned to face the others. The chair might have been a bit much, but it will make it harder for Roman to simply kick down the door and go back. We didn't need to worry about a broken door too. Morality just sat on the ground, still clearly in shock. Roman was already over the shock enough to glare at me. He was obviously still confused and worried as he did not attempt to get past me or even fire weak insults. While I am not overly familiar with emotions, I am familiar with the stages of grief. Patton was still in stage one (shock) while Roman was edging on stage two (anger). He'd basically skipped denial so I was working off of the five stages instead of the seven stages

Before either manifestation could talk, or argue in Roman's case, I opened my own mouth.

"Self induced mentally projecting coma." I said, skipping out on the unnecessary details.

Roman blinked twice. Most likely still in shock and unable to process what I'd said, as if he'd be able to process it anyway.

Patton was looking at me with his head cocked to the side, a sign of confusion even I was fully familiar with.

Once again before either could begin questioning, I prepared a longer explanation.

"Thomas has created a self induced mentally projecting coma. Similar to meditation." I took a moment to come up with an explanation that would even be understandable by Roman.

"Remember when we all went to Anxiety's room? Or Patton's room?" I asked, barely pausing to receive the expected nods of agreement, "Thomas is going into his own mind when he does that. As it is his mind and he is not an 'imaginary' projection, his physical form remains tethered to this plane of existence." I sent a small glare Roman's way when using the term 'imaginary' while also doing the 'air-quotes' movement with my hands. He seemed to have gotten the message. Not about anything other than the use of imaginary though.

I sighed and resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of my nose or slap him (though only barely), "Thomas can't literally enter his mind. His body stays here." I repeated, using the simplest terms I could.

Patton clearly understood, as he was rubbing his face as though wiping away tears, though the tears had stopped coming a while ago. I, admittedly reluctantly, looked to Roman. He seemed to be using what little brains he had to process my statements. Before I could groan and repeat myself a third time, Patton stood and placed his hand on Roman's upper arm, most likely in a form of physical contact meant to comfort another person. Or mental projection in our case. Though if we are projections with no physical form how would we be able to feel emotions as those are simply chemical reactions in the brain? Maybe- No! Focus.

"He's asleep Roman." Patton stated, glancing at me as though to confirm the validity of his statement. Though knowing him, he most likely was attempting to be comforting. I gave a small nod and folding my arms. Hoping to convey my consent to the accuracy of his statement as well as my lack of need of comforting.

A lightbulb finally went off for Roman. Literally. He tends to either create a 'ding' sound or manifest a lightbulb that lights up when he has an idea or revelation. I once again sighed, unable to understand how he was incapable of grasping such a simple concept.

As I repeated my restraint of physical reaction to Roman's stupidity, I continued talking, "He is in his mind so that is where we need to go to find him." I hoped that this would be simple enough. There was more to it, Such as how it is possible for us to remain on this plane of reality or how Thomas managed to induce the state completely independently, but that would suffice for Patton and Roman.

We all began to 'sink down' which is another thing, if we are transcending this dimension, why do we move downward before fully disappea- FOCUS. And I was already considering where Thomas may have manifested.

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Ta Da!!! Hope it wasn't too short. I have plans for what I want to happen, but I'm not quite there yet. But since I have a plan I'll hopefully have another chapter out "soon". No promises seeing as I continuously break them in regards to schedules. Jeez I'm still writing like Logan.

Anyway, bye!!!

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