Sanders Sides Oneshots

I'm Just a Robot

Requested: No
I got this idea and requested a friend to do it in their one-shot book because I'm evil but now I'm doing it.

TW: Cutting, depressed Logan, suicide, major character death, me being evil, crappy romance-ish, angst.

Logan's POV

"What do you know about emotions? You're just a robot!'

Roman's words struck hard. Logan's been called emotionless before and was unfazed, but for some reason, this time it stuck with him.

He slowly sank down into his room, on the verge of tears.

"You're just a Robot"

"just a robot"

"a robot"

"ROBOT"

Logan's breathing became ragged,
'Where is it?'
He thought, shuffling through his drawers.

His finger brushed against cold, sharp metal. He picked up the blade and brought it over to the sink, rolling up his sleeves to show straight, orderly lines across palw skin.

'Just a few.'

one cut,

two cuts,

three cuts,

four.

he went to put the razor down, but he felt the sudden need to cut again.

Looking for a release, he quickly drew the blade across his skin, no longer caring if they were neat and orderly, just wanting to feel somthing, anything.

After the fourteenth cut, he stopped.

As he looked at what damage he had done, he realized that he had carved somthing into his flesh,

'ROBOT' was scrawled onto his wrists in blood and torn skin tissue.

'Virgil would help me with this, he's the most understanding one.' The Thought startledhim. He had never thought about anyone like that, nobody understood him, except Virgil.

As he washed the cuts, he looked at himself in the mirror to find himself blushing.

He then realized why he thought this way about Virgil, he had developed feelings.

This had only happened once before, before paranoia became anxiety. Paranoia had been Logan's best friend, they were both very different from the rest of the group. Virgil had lost all of his memories from being paranoia and Logan's feelings dissipated when he realized that Virgil was a different person now, but he liked this Virgil better than the old.

He should have realized it earlier, all of the times that he stuttered, blushed, or had any burst of a happy feeling had been around Virgil, but Virgil never showed any signs of attraction to him.

No one could love a robot.

ROBOT

A word etched into his skin.

Cold water washed away the blood.

It stung.

But he didn't mind, it made him feel almost human.

As he was bandaging the marks, Roman banged on the door,

"You'll never know how emotions work! You made Thomas mess up his confession, he was rejected, and now he feels worthless! All because of you. You're just a robot, you don't care about others and have no respect for human emotions."