Animotophobia..

Chapter 1,

A/n; Song above,

Logan Sanders the known logical trait of Thomas Sanders is known for his overwhelming senses of large amounts of intellect and emotionless state.
But what if he trait had been living his life in a dissociative state since he was created, not allowing him to show or express any of his emotions unless he couldn't repress them and broke free from the chains he made for himself just to be locked up once more..

However.. 
Due to this.. he began to build up a fear centering around his compressed emotions.. he was scared..
He was scared and he didn't know what he was capable of..

He didn't feel in control..

What happens if a fellow side finds him slowly breaking down after a fight with the fanciful side that finally threw him overboard..?

| WARNINGS; |
-Angst,
-Suicidal thoughts/ suicide mentions
-Mentions of phobias
-Body horror

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Dear Logic,
Subject; I thought you would like to know this if you weren't aware of it already.

-Link Attachment opened-

Animotophobia (from Latin animi motus, meaning "emotion")

-Is the fear of emotions. Some of the emotions, such as sorrow and anger, are unpleasant and is the common fear trigger. Another trigger is when individuals get emotions too frequently that they get tired of it. Animotophobia encompasses the fear of any emotions, both pleasant and unpleasant. Sufferers may dread when having or showing emotions and may have anxiety attacks when having strong emotions. They would try to avoid events that would readily result in emotions by doing activities that are neither rewarding nor costly. Animotophobic symptoms vary by individual and includes rapid heartbeat, nausea, trembling, loss of control, loss of sense of reality, and excessive thoughts. It can be treated using hypnotherapy, behavioral therapy, relaxation methods, and anti-anxiety medications.

Logan's eyes danced over the computer screen as his glasses reflected the bright light back, a small sigh escaping his parted lips as he raised his index finger, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with the soft click of his nail against the frame.
A small exasperated sigh left him as his shoulders hunched, a finger brushing over the computer screen as he read each word before him.
He knew for a fact that the foreboding feeling within him was more than likely this.. 'Animotophobia' however, he didn't know what to do with the information.

His fingers brushed over the keyboard just as he heard a knock at his door before ethe shuffle of the door open, him quickly turning his screen off as he swiveled his chair around just to face the one and only blabbermouth of a 'prince'. Roman.

"Yes? What do I owe the pleasure of your appearance?"
The fanciful side just moved along inside, inviting himself in as Logan inwardly groaned in annoyance, fingers gently fiddling with a fidgit cube he had just beside him on the desk slowly fiddling with the small buttons as Roman babbled on about.. well, he wasn't too sure, his attention had seemed to drift and his eyes were averted to face the wall just beside the upbeat Male's head upon the periodic table as he sighed.

"-es! Logan!"

He snapped out of the small daze to the boy clicking in front of his face as he huffed, pushing his hand away.

"Apologies, you were sa-"

"Why weren't you listening to me! This is important for Tho-"

"I said apologies Roman, I wasn't too infested or interested in your blabbering if it were important you wouldn't have droaned on about something completely irrelevant.
Now, get straight to the point, I'm busy and actually doing my work."
Roman huffed, glancing over him as he blew some of his hair out of his face almost like an irritated child, as Logan awaited for his response.
"Well? Are you just going to stand there or respond to me, I don't have all day Roman."

The fanciful side glanced from him to the shut off computer screen back to him. "If you were working you wouldn't have turned your screen off, I don't believe you."
Logan just blinked slowly narrowing his eyes lightly. "My business is none of your concern, now, continue with your proposition or else I will simply kick you out of my room."

"Fine, as I was saying before you rudely ignored me-"

"Oh no, I didn't ignore you, I just simply didn't tolerate your appearance or words."

Roman held a hand to his chest at the other's words as his eyes glanced over ay him, mouth falling open slightly.
"How dare you speak to me like that-!"

"I didn't dare I just spoke, why? Did I need permission to speak the truth?"

"But It was hurtful!"

"The truth is painful, that's how the world works, now if you were to stop overreacting like a little bratty baby, we can sort out this discussion I didn't hear."
He adjusted his tie, sighing lightly as he sat back in his chair, leaning against the soft material of it as he awaited for Roman to say some sort of come back just to get an annoyed huff.
"Whatever, anyway, as I was saying, I have an idea for the next video—"

"If it has anything to do with Disney we are not doing another."

"But-"

"No, I said no, we already did a few with the aspects of Disney within or completely themed. It's childish and an idiotic choice, you could pick any theme and you decide Disney just because you admire the films and characters doesn't mean that everyone else likes the idea too."

"But Log-"

"No, how many times, I said no."
He sighed, rubbing one of his temples, his finger stumbling with his fidget cube a little quick the clicking of the buttons obviously starting to frustrate Roman all while helping to calm Logan, the fanciful trait's eye twitching in annoyance as the other watched no emotion on show as he did so.

"-gan, Logan! Snap out of it-!"

He didn't seem to respond until a harsh stinging casted over the left sid of his face, his head jerking to the side as his glasses fell crooked.
He paused, eyes widening slowly as he realised what the other did, he stood, throwing his stress toy aside as he glared at the other trait, pointing to his door. "Out."

"W-wai-"

"I SAID GET OUT CREATIVITY-!"
Roman gulped, quickly rushing out as the door slammed behind him.

Logan flinched feeling his heart rate began to quicken, pounding at his chest as if begging to be set free, his lungs aching as his throat tightened, his tongue catching in his mouth as he choked out a small gurgle.
His eyesight blurred, but not because tears were welling up.. Everything became fuzzy; then he saw nothing at all.. His consciousness was floating through an empty space filled with a thick static. Throughout the inky space his heartbeats thuddered loudly, echoing in his ears, alongside fading pleas for help..
The world rushed by in a blur and he knew the pain was coming. It goes by fast, yet slow, almost suspended.. Then impact. He felt his bones move in a way they shouldn't, jangled.. Without looking I know there is blood seeping from skin that seconds ago was smooth.
His body falling and coming in contact with a broken mug that had slid off his table and smashed on the carpet from Roman's unannounced entry.
He didn't move - anything to delay the part where he took in what he looked like now..

Torn and dirty skin, reddened and weeping. That's when he felt his body draining away until finally all was black, and he embraced the awaiting clutches of his own mind..