A/N:
Thanks to @DixiWrites for Patton's alarm sound!
TW: bullying
🖤Chapter 3: Patton-Cakes-
The rest of the sides wake up for breakfast.
Patton/Morality's POV:
*Bark* *Bark*
I woke up to my alarm barking. Yes, I set the sound to puppies barking.
Already fully energized, I got dressed in my usual outfit; a light, bright blue polo shirt, a grey cardigan crossed over my shoulders, and light beige jeans. And don't forget my glasses! I brushed my teeth and hair; although sides were 'imaginary', we still had to take care of our health and hygiene.
I happily skipped down the stairs, quietly to not wake anyone up. It was around 7, I always woke up at this time to make breakfast for the 4 of us; yes, we had to eat too.
Sides were basically humans, except the fact that we lived in people's heads. We also had some perks; we could never 'die' from hunger, dehydration (Yes, I know big words), or blood loss. It could make us weaker if it became too much however, weaker to the point we could fade if it was to extreme measures. The thought always scared me.
I set up materials to make pancakes, or as I like to call them 'Patton-Cakes!' I whistled happily as I continued to cook.
Logan/Logic's POV:
Today was a simple day; no videos required to be made, as we had uploaded one the other day, and Thomas had no events to be present at.
At the time, it was 7:30 a.m. I got into my usual attire; a black polo shirt, a blue-striped tie, casual jeans, and my glasses. I took care of my appearance and hygiene. Then, I went downstairs to meet Patton for breakfast.
"Salutations, Patton."
"O-oh! Good morning, Logan!" I dipped my head and sat in my seat. I summoned the current book I was reading as Patton handed me my coffee.
Roman/Creativity's POV:
When I was dressed and ready, I looked at my Mickey Mouse clock on the wall to see that it was 8 o'clock, just like any other day. I hurriedly got downstairs as a wave of the smell of pancakes hit me.
"Good morning, you two! Is that pancakes I smell?"
"Hi-ya, Roman!" Patton exclaimed as he ushered me to my seat. "Yes, I made Patton-Cakes!" I chuckled at his name for 'Patton-Cakes' and sat down.
"Greetings," the nerd said as he sipped his coffee.
Patton went to get the plates as I hummed "Let It Go" from Frozen, eyes closed.
"Logan, how many Patton-Cakes do you want?"
I can see Logan hold back a smile, "Three is enough, Patton. Thank you."
"Roman?"
"Four, please!" Patton grinned, giving us two a plate and himself. He had also put four 'Patton-Cakes' on his plate. Then, his smile faded, and he frowned at the empty seat next to us.
"Patton?" Logan asked.
"Yeah?"
"You okay?" I added.
"Yeah, I'm great... just... Anxiety hasn't come down yet..."
"That is correct... Do you think we should get hi-"
"We don't need him here!" I lashed. Logan blinked.
"He's Anxiety for Thomas' sake! We don't need his mopey-dopey input, especially in the morning!"
"Roman! Stop... I'm- I'm going to get Anxiety..."
Patton ran up the stairs, I huffed and crossed my arms.
Logan gave me a look, "As much as I don't like Anxiety, you don't need to yell it, especially in front of Patton."
I rolled my eyes, continuing to eat my pancakes.
Logan and I waited for Patton to come down with the one and only, Anxiety.
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