Sanders Sides Boiz Oneshot REPRISE

Anxious [Analogical]

First oneshot, Hello FamILY! I hope you enjoy!

I did edit this after seeing so many lovely comments about it. You guys deserve the best. I rarely ever edit my fanfics, but this time I made the acception. I love every one of you Beauties, Gentlebeauties, and NonBinary cuties!

STORYTIME

Virgil woke up this morning paranoid. He hated it. He hated that word. But... what else could describe him? For no reason in particular he was antsy about every little thing and there was no reason why. No events today. No videos uploaded today. No bad dreams or anything from the other dark sides looking at you Remus. Today he was just extremely paranoid for no good reason and right off the bat, everyone else knew. Logan had conducted a plan to help ease Virgil's anxiety. We aren't going to talk about how ironic that is.

Right now, Virgil was sitting in the kitchen all alone with all the lights on with a rolled newspaper in his hands. Logan's only safe assumption is that he saw a bug, got scared, and was hunting for the kill. It wasn't a spider, however. If it was a spider Virgil would be holding a cup and an index card and keep it as a pet. Or if it's a cricket or grasshopper it's ditto. It must be a millipede or something based on the lack of cup. Logan slowly approached Virgil, who was scanning the kitchen for the threat. 

Logan placed his hand on Virgil's shoulders, startling him causing him to jump and nearly fall off the counter. Virgil dropped the newspaper and whipped his head over to glare at whoever spooked him. He relaxed when he saw Logan's calm and collected expression. He stared at him, waiting for an explanation even though he already knows what's about to happen. Something involving the anxiety spike and he'd try to Logic his way out of it. But anxiety isn't something you can cut with facts... most of the time. Okay half the time. Sometimes reassuring facts and progress eases fear.

"Come along with me."

The the butterflies and bees. Oh no, following Logan blind normally was a horrible idea. If this was a tumblr post, Virgil would say that he learned that twice at the Mexican Boarder. Only the truly introverted get that joke. Logan took his hand, which was surprisingly warm despite his cold demeanor, and helped him get off the kitchen counter. It was like some cliché Disney movie shiz. Virgil, as he walked away, made an "I'm watching you" gesture to the kitchen to the scary insect that was hidden somewhere.

Logan took Virgil into his own room. Logan's room. Logan hardly ever allows anyone to enter his room, and there's a reason. It's a quiet and calm place, but it's Logan's sanctuary. He never lets anyone in with him.. Virgil had only been in there once before when he had officially gone haywire after leaving the dark sides and having an extreme panic attack after remembering all the awful things he had done. Logan entered in a password in front of the metallic entrance and it opened electronically. Virgil froze, staring inside.

"Come on, Virgil. I understand your reluctance, but trust me when I say this is best for you."

Virgil took a sharp breath and continued to follow Logan into the void. The void where Logan goes to sleep mode and completely immerse himself. Whenever someone is in this place, i.e Logan because nobody else has ever been in here before, the rest of mind shuts down. This place is known by everyone else as "Tunnel Vision", but it's officially the Chamber of Single-Mindedness. This meant that Virgil will be forced to be in here and Thomas can only focus on taking down this inexplicable Anxiety with no reason in particular.

Logan conjured some pillows and blankets and set them down in a comfortable position. Virgil sat down and crossed his legs, knowing and not knowing what was happening at the same time. Somehow being in here only made him more antsy and he began rocking back and forth, hugging a pillow and looking around. There was nothing. Just space. Just a Galaxy. It's dark and kind of cold in here. The nothingness made him restless. Logan sat down on his knees, covering his body waist and below in a blanket. He conjured a cup of tea and handed it to Virgil.