Sanders Sides Oneshots

--Irrationality--

Tw. A bit of blood

Logan.

That's the name that he never got to share himself.

He trusted Patton to keep his name a secret until he was ready to share it.

L?g??

He won't let it happen again.

?????

"Now they'll have to listen..." ????? whispers, his glasses crushed in his hand.

The blood that leaked from his hand was dark blue. However, a drop of orange drips from the cut in his hand.

His eyes, which were once dark blue, glow orange. His eyes dart around his room.

Everything changes.

The posters tear off his walls.

"Logan?" He hears someone call through his door.

That's not his name.

He stands up, his broken glasses laying in the small puddle of now-orange blood.

He grabs a tissue and wipes his hand, pressing a bandage to the cut.

Then, he goes to his door opening it and coming face-to-face with Patton.

"Logan-" Patton cuts himself off when he notices his eyes. "Oh my god, what...?" He trails off.

"Logan isn't my name, Patton." He snaps. Patton flinches at the tone but quickly recovers.

"Th-then... What is it...?" Patton asks. He scowls.

"No. Not again. Not this time." He snaps. "This time, it happens on MY terms."

Patton hesitates before being able to speak again.

"Then... What can I... Call you...?" Patton asks.

He thinks for a moment before giving a small smirk.

"Irrationality."

(238 words)