Dance With Deceit

A Dance With Deceit

Logan was usually not one for indulging in late snacks. However, there was one particular treat he simply could not resist. He hummed quietly to himself as he searched for his favorite food, the light from the fridge illuminating the dark kitchen. His eyes darted from the strawberry Jell-O Patton had made earlier that day to Virgil's private stock of dark chocolate bars (that he really should do a better job of hiding due to a certain creative trait with a fondness for chocolate) but Logan could care less about these desserts.

Where is my Crofters?

Logan could practically taste the sweetness of his favorite fruit spread. He already had a spoon in one hand, all he needed now was the grab the jar and retreat to his room to enjoy his treat in peace. After several more seconds of searching, it soon dawned on him that what he was looking for wasn't in the fridge.

Well, that is odd... Logan frowned and peered inside the fridge. I know I put another jar in here the other day. Patton even assured me this morning that none of them had touched it...

He moved various food items aside. Perhaps Patton had moved it this afternoon in order to make room for the Jell-O. Sadly, this was not the case, and his search turned out to be fruitless.

Where did it go?

Logan stood up and huffed. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, but when it involved Crofters his own logic was usually thrown out the window.

I don't believe this! One of them stole my Crofters! Why?! Who?!

Patton would never steal from anyone, so he was immediately ruled out as a suspect.

Virgil liked Crofters, but not enough to where he would steal Logan's special jar.

Roman also liked Crofters and was guilty of stealing food from the others before. However, he'd been holed up in his room all day. Logan hadn't seen him at all except for at dinner when Patton insisted he eat with the rest of them. After that, he'd disappeared into his room again.

Logan sighed and closed the fridge. So much for a midnight snack...

"Looking for something, Logan?" 

He whirled around to see a shadowed figure leaning against the counter across from him. Despite the dark, Logan didn't need to see him in order to know who he was.
"What are you doing here, Deceit?"

"I wasn't hungry, and wasn't thinking about finding myself a late night snack." His yellow eye flashed in the dark for a brief moment. "I haven't found something more interesting though..."

Logan narrowed his eyes. "I am not in the mood to play your games, Deceit. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed now." He walked past him and headed for the stairs only to stop when he felt a gloved hand wrap around his arm.
"What's your hurry? Why not stay and talk for a while?"

"I am going to bed." Logan yanked his arm free from Deceit's grasp and stormed towards the stairs. "If you don't leave, I'll have no choice but to wake the others, and I can assure you Deceit, Roman and Virgil will have no problem with driving you away again."

"Aw, but Logan..."
The Logical Side let out a startled grunt as he walked into Deceit, who was standing in front of him somehow. "I don't want to spend time with you..."

Logan adjusted his tie, trying to mask his rapidly growing frustration with the Dark Side. "Deceit. I will not ask again. Leave, now."

"Oh, very well... I won't leave."

Logan nodded. "Thank you, goodnight." He stepped around Deceit and began making his way upstairs. No sooner had he placed his foot down on the first step did a pair of arms wrap around his waist.
"What-" He was unable to finish as he was suddenly swung off the stairs and spun around. It didn't take him long to realize what was happening, or who was holding him.