Maybe {Logicality}

Flashback (Patton's POV)

T.W.: blood

10 years ago

I woke up with a sense of urgency that I couldn't place. I quietly slipped out of bed and looked down the hall. Everything looked normal. I decided to check on Anxiety anyway.

I knocked on his door and waited. A moment later he opened the door.

"P-patton?" He said, "W-what are you doing u-up this late?"

"Hey kiddo, I couldn't sleep," I admitted.

"Oh, uh, s-sorry?"

"Its okay kiddo, do you wanna watch a movie and eat some cookies?" I asked.

He smiled lightly, "s-sure,"

Then the front door slammed open. I glanced at Anxiety, then ran down to see what happened.

Roman was slouched against the wall, covered in blood and half conscious. In his arms, wrapped in his sash, was a child.

"Roman?!" I ran to his side, "oh my god, what happened?!"

He shook his head, placing the child in my arms, "take him..."

I looked down at the little one. He seemed barely a year old.

"Roman I-" I looked up at him. His eyes were closed and he passed out. "Roman? Roman!"

I started panicking. I didn't know what to do! Uh, uh, Logan! Logan would know what to do.

"Anxiety!" I yelled, "hold him! I need to find Logan!"

(Virgil's POV)

Patton basically shoved the kid into my arms and ran off.

"P-patton! Wait I don't even-!" And he's gone...

I stood there awkwardly. I don't know what to do with a kid!? And Creativity,  or... Patton called him Roman? Well he's passed out on the floor and he's bleeding.

Then the kid started crying.

"H-hey, nono, don't cry! It's okay!" I said. He didn't stop. "Ahhh, shiii-oooot... uh... P-PATTON A LITTLE H-HELP HERE!"

(Patton's POV)

I knocked on Logan's door, "Logan! Please wake up! I don't know what to do! I need your help! Logan!"

Logan opened his door tiredly, "What is it Mor-Patton?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but then someone started yelling.

"P-PATTON A LITTLE H-HELP HERE!"

"Wait, who was that?" Logan asked.

I gulped, "just... Come on!"

I grabbed his hand and pulled him out to where Roman and Anxiety were.

The little one was crying in Anxiety's arms, who looked scared and confused and relieved all at the same time.

"What happened to Roman? And where did the child come from?" Logan asked.

"I don't know," I responded.

"U-uh, P-patton, c-could you t-take h-him?" Anxiety's voice nearly inaudible.

I nodded and took the crying kiddo, rocking him slightly to calm him.

"So Anxiety can talk." Logan said, patching up Roman.

"Yeah, I can." Anxiety spat.

"Now Anxiety, play nice." I said, looking up from tickling the little one.

He grumbled but stayed quiet. Soon, Logan had finished fixing up Roman.

"Patton, would you assist me in taking Roman to his room?" Logan asked me.

I nodded. "Sure!"

Logan nodded as well, "satisfactory."

"Anxiety, could you hold him just a bit longer?" I asked sweetly, using my puppy eyes.

He sighed, "fine..."

He took the little one out of my arms. I saw him smiling a little at the tiny human in his arms when I turned away. I don't think he noticed that I saw though.

Logan and I carried Roman to his room and layed him down on his bed. I carefully tucked him in, making extra sure that he was comfortable. Then we left.

We were walking down the hall when the kids' door opened and Pranks walked out holding Missy's hand.

"Dad?" Pranks said, rubbing his eyes with his free hand, "Missy had a bad dream..."

I knelt down to their level, "oh, I'm sorry kiddo, do you wanna talk about it?"

Missy shook his head, "hug?"

I held out my arms and the boy came up and clung to me like a koala. I wrapped my arms around him and picked him up.

I reached out for Pranks's hand, "I have someone you should meet."

"Okays," Pranks said.

I lead them to the commons where Anxiety was cooing at the little one.

"Anxity!" Pranks giggled running up to the older trait, "who that?"

Anxiety laughed and knelt down, "This is Imagination, his name is Imaj,"

"How do you know?" I asked.

He held up a piece of paper, "Creativity left a note."

I reached out to grab it, but Anxiety pulled it away.

"I-its a little... unsettling... so, t-try not to freak out?" He said.

He slowly handed it to me. I opened the note and gasped. It was written in blood.

I took a breath and started reading the messy scrawl.

Imagination, Imaj, saved from Dragon-Witch

I looked back at the others. Pranks was now holding Imaj and Missy was sitting next to them with wide brown eyes. I smiled.

Maybe this will be an exiting new chapter for us.

Maybe...