Sanders sides one shots and mini stories

Be More Chill pt.3 (Logicality)

3rd person POV

Three weeks went by. Patton wasn't Patton anymore. Well, he was still physically Patton, but his personality, demeanor and attire has made such a drastic change that you could barely recognize him. Virgil has started to catch on to what was going on and is slowly trying to spread the word to help him; so far no one is belivieng him, except Logan. Logan knew about the existance of squips. Logan knows everything. Logan wanted to help Patton as well, and knew exactly how to do it. It was definitely going to prove to be difficult.

Virgil spreading the word wasn't very effective, but Logan started spreading the word as well, and people belived him. Logan was based of off strictly facts and knowledge. Meaning, if Logan said it, it was true.

Logan gathered everyone who agreed to help, (the others were afraid.)

Emile Picani- a high school senior, wants to study phsycology, very persuasive.

Remy Stars- A junior, enough sass for the whole world, the literal gayest person on the planet, most likely future drag queen.

Roman Kingsly- (he said sorry for giving Patton the squip) junior, that one gay theatre kid. "I LOVE PLAY REHEARSAL!!", really likes Virgil but is a bitch to him for no DAMN reason.

Virgil- junior, Emo nightmare, Patton's bff, Likes Roman but thinks he's a bitch.

Remus Kingsly- Roman's brother, only coming along to annoy the shit out of Roman, fucked up sense of humor, doesn't know when to shut tf up.

Thomas Sanders- A junior, that one guy, Viner, has a great sense of humor, Patton's friend.

Logan Crofter- Smart ass robot nerd, doesn't quite understand emotions but has accepted the fact that he feels them, knows the he likes Patton and that Patton likes him, wears a fucking necktie.

Logan's POV

We all had the plan formulated. Roman would throw a party, I would distract Patton and trick him into leaving his drink unattended, Patton would eventually finish his altered drink, and the problem would be solved. Easy right? Wrong.

It was the time of the party. Patton walked around with the stotic expression on his face as usual, which pained me incredulously to see.

(A.N. make it be known that, once again, 'stotic' auto-corrected to 'erotic' and I, being the immature peice of shit that I am, laughed my ass of at it.)

"Is that what I look like to everybody?" I asked my self outloud; looking at Patton like that was incredibly painful to watch.

Patton held his red kool-aid in his hand, sitting down in the corner of the room, reading 'The murder of Rodger Ackroyd; by Agatha Christie.'

I made my way over to him, putting on a fake smile and holding my arms behind my back.

"Salutations Patton." I greeted, standing in front of him with what I hoped was a convincing smile on my face.

"Greetings Logan, is there any way I could be of assistance to you?" Patton responded in a robot like tone- he didn't even soundly remotely human anymore with his lack of usual emotion.

"Yes actually, I was hoping you would accompany  me to the picture booth, it seems that people in this generation think that taking photos in an enclosed space as such is..'Lyyyyt' (Lit)" I responded to the stotic male in front of me.

He seemed to be thinking about something, but I knew better. I knew he was communicating with that 'thing' in his head. That disgusting 'thing' that we need to get rid of.