Sanders Sides One Shots

Good Morning (Logicality) (Prinxiety)

This is based off of the movie Equilibrium. (Or it could be an AU where nobody is allowed to feel or exhibit any emotions but there's an underground movement rebelling against the government that the top agent, aka Logan, decides to join because a certain someone, aka Patton, his former sidekick that was supposedly killed, finds him and makes him feel.)

I challenged myself to use very little dialogue until 2,000 words because I needed practice with body language.

Yes, I watch too many sci-fi movies. This is kind of just filler because I'm working on two massive one shots that are taking five ever. Also, I need to write some Royality, so if anyone has any plot ideas,  p l e a s e  comment them? Thanks.

Also, happy holigays everyone!

(And Happy New Year because I procrastinated on finishing this)

Trigger warning: talk of drugs, and some violence (there's a crap ton of violence in the movie, but I did my best to tone it down)

*Patton's POV*

Those shots had never worked on me, anyway.

At least, that's what I told myself every day I didn't take my dosage of those emotion-satiating drugs.

Working so close to the government, not taking the required drugs was a very big risk, to say the least. Especially from someone as bubbly and happy as I had acted before the monotony, I had to put up an emotionless act practically all the time.

All possible triggers of emotion had been removed from everyone's lives in the everyday world. The underground movement had saved all they could of human emotion, from priceless relics to phonographs.

Since I had not taken the drug completely, I refrained from killing anyone. Of course, I was still exposed to more death than anyone would like to experience, making it a bit easier to hide my emotions due to pure shock, but my coworker made it more bearable.

"Good morning, Patton." Logan walked by my desk on the way to his.

"Morning." I responded in his curt manner, going immediately back to my work, but letting my mind wander while my hands still worked.

He'd never said hi to me like that before. I realized and briefly looked up in time to catch him glance at me. I could barely read his gaze behind the haze of the drugs. It was filled with regret.

Why regret?

That was one of the last thoughts that went through my head besides "Morning? More like mourning." before three men grabbed my arms, put a bag on my head, and tranquilized me.

"What are you feeling now?" One of them hissed in my ear. I didn't struggle against their grip as I felt the weight of fatigue crash down on my mind. It didn't make them loosen their grip on me at all, though.

"More than you ever will." I murmured, fighting to stay awake. But then I wondered, what is there to stay awake for? This is probably because of Logan's doing, anyway.

I let myself slip into oblivion, knowing that there was likely no coming out of it.

*Logan's POV*

How many more days in a row could I adjust my tie while walking past the desk where Patton used to sit before someone commented on my meticulous "routine"?

I took the drug every day. Every single day. And yet, I could never stop thinking about Patton Valentine. Coincidental, how his last name was the same as the Saint that inspired the dead tradition of Valentine's Day.