Logicality Fluff: How We Grew Up

Chapter 9, Let's Make a Deal

Hey! Pun time once again! So, what's Deceit's favorite band? Ready? Ooh, you're not ready for this one! Okay...Ready?

We're ready, Patton. Let's just get this over with.

...The Beatles!

...Eh? Get it?

Uh, Patton, I'm not sure if that one was as enjoyable...

Bu-But it's the Beatles! Y'know? Like, what Deceit fed me? No? No one?

Sigh...

Ah, welp, maybe next time!

Please no...

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Anxiety just got back from a hard day of making Thomas anxious. He was trying to take a science test, but Logic was nowhere in sight. Thomas couldn't remember anything without him, so of course, Anxiety has to take control.

Logic has actually been disappearing a lot recently. Ever since Morality started acting differently, Logic has been missing his calls from Thomas. Anxiety would sometimes find him roaming around the halls of the MindScape, tapping at random cracks and bumps in the walls or floors. Anxiety once asked him about it, but he simply just responded with: "There has to be something. What are you hiding?" Anxiety couldn't help but feel a little bad for him. He knew what he was trying to figure out, but he was missing one or two major pieces.

Anxiety knew what those pieces were. He knew about the painting and how Morality was trapped in a hidden part of the Mind. He wasn't stupid; sometimes he got bored from being in a constant state of dread and would look around. Besides, over analyzing every crack and corner of the mind was just Anxiety's specialty.

"Ah, young one! You look so well put together today!" Deceit smiled coldly. Anxiety didn't fully understand Deceit. He knew he was suppose to lie a lot, but was that it? What exactly was his role in Thomas's mind? Well, it didn't really matter to him. It's not like he'll tell me if I asked anyway, he thought.

"Young one, I am in need of your assistance. Are you interested?"
"I'm older than you. And I'm gonna need more than that." Anxiety didn't really trust anyone, especially one of his own kind. They were called 'the Dark Sides' for a reason, even if he didn't know what the reasons were (well, in some cases. Remus made his role pretty obvious.) "Wow, harsh. There's no need to be so curt with me; I'm not the prince fellow."

"His name is Roman." Anxiety clenched his fist. "Hmm, quick to defend him, even though he's one of the good ones? Interesting." Jeez, this guy truly is the worst. "But, I guess that's unfair; whose to say who is one of the 'good ones' or the 'bad ones'? There is no black and white answer is there? Maybe he should be defending you because you are one of the 'good ones'."

"What, you trying to make me go all 'what is the meaning of life?' right now?" Cause it's working. Anxiety thought. "What do you want me for anyways? Something about 'assistance' you needed? Why would I be in any way useful?"

"Because, I have a friend that isn't doing what I ask of him, and I really think he needs a bit of...encouragement."

"You're talking about Morality, right?" Deceit would gloat about his plan to capture Morality and take his place all the time, but on other days he'd pretend like the plan never existed. What a weird guy. "Yes. He's sending messages through the painting in the hallway, and I simply cannot have that. He's disobeying orders. It's disrespectful! And isn't that a sin: Disrespect? You'd think he'd know that, but I guess not. Perhaps that's why I should take over his job? At least I know what I'll be talking about."

Anxiety began to feel very uneasy, as if sins he has never committed were crawling on his back. "But anyways, I'm trying to stop him, guilt him into listening to me, but I don't think I have that magic touch that you do. That special thing to push him over the edge." He reaches out his hand towards the other. "You, my dear friend, are the only one who can do this job. It's what you are made for: your purpose! Do you accept?"

Anxiety looked him up and down, burying his hands deep into his pockets. Yeesh, what a drama queen. "Look, what you're doing with Morality...honestly, it kind of...well, it stresses me out," Decite laughed dryly at that. "...And I think being a part of it would just make the stress worse for me. So thanks, but no thanks."
"Oh, but I disagree. I mean, if I scare you that much, don't you wanna keep an eye on me? Besides, it will give you something to do. You can even feed him, I'm kind of sick of that part. I can only sneak so many beetles."
"Beetles?" Decite just blinked, clearly confused. "Yes, beetles. They're not the most good looking of foods, but they are very full of nutrition."
"You're sick! You can't...I mean..." Anxiety grumbled to himself and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Other sides can't eat beetles, Decite." Decite's face fell. "They can't? Why not?"
"I mean, they can. But it's not an everyday thing. We don't want to. Its gross for us. I highly doubt Morality is eating the beetles you're giving him."
"Oh..." Decite inspected his yellow gloves. "Oops, I forgot that my appetite is far different from you non-reptile folk." Anxiety rolled his eyes. "Well, I suppose that further proves my point! He needs another guardian. Y'know, one that knows proper his proper diet." He cleared his thought and stuck out his hand once again. "Do you accept?"

Anxiety studied his hand, then sighed. "If I accept will you stop feeding Morality beetles, or any other kind of live insect?"
"Sure, whatever." Anxiety bit his lip. "Fine." He placed his hand firmly in the others, and they shook. "I accept."