I Was One Of Them (Virgil's Past)

Chapter 7

A/N: 👁👄👁 h i t h e r e

TW: h o m o L o g a n

Logan's POV

Patton had left my room just a few minutes ago to start making dinner for everyone, while Anxiety remained curled up in my arms until eventually passing out, most likely from extreme exhaustion. I looked down at the slightly smaller side in my arms, that warm feeling still in my chest. Seeing as no one else was around, I allowed for a small smile to grace my lips as I delicately brushed his hair out of his eyes. After remaining on the ground for a few more minutes, I carefully stood up, making sure I was holding Anxiety securely, and began walking towards his room.

He's already been stressed enough today, so hopefully waking up in his own room will be of some comfort.

I made my way across the kitchen and to the Dark sides' hallway, cringing slightly as I passed Remus' door and saw Anxiety's blood still in the same place on the carpet.

I could come back at another time to clean that. I doubt any of the other dark sides would bother to do so, especially if it's infront of Remus' room. Then again, for all they knew it could be the blood of some animal or mythical creature that Remus created.

Passing the Dark sides' living room, I took a left down a hallway and approached a mauve door with a large symbol of a storm cloud in the center. Being careful not to jostle the unconcious side in my arms, I used my foot to step on the door handle and push the door open. As soon as I stepped in the room, though, I immediately felt... off.

Momentarily pushing away the weird feeling, I walked up to Anxiety's bed and gently placed him down onto it. I lingered for a moment after pulling the blanket over him, just watching the peaceful expression on his face. I would've remained longer, but I could no longer ignore the strange feeling enveloping my thoughts. It felt like my mind was figuratively racing through every fact or piece of information I've ever known. The ordeal was almost panic-inducing, but I made sure to immediately make my way out of Anxiety's room. It was more than likely because of his room's effect.

All of the sides' rooms, whether light, dark, or neutral, effected whatever side entered. Anxiety's room was opposite to mine, it seemed. My room allowed for you to think clearly and logically, while Anxiety's room muffled your rational thinking and jumbled your thoughts.

I stood in the door frame for a few seconds, watching the peaceful rise and fall of Anxiety's chest from under the bed sheets, before shutting the door silently and making my way back to the Light side.

I hadn't even realized I was smiling again until I heard someone suddenly say to me, "What a sight this is, Logic. I never pegged you as the type to have emotions."

Turning to my left, there was Janus leaning against his room's door frame with a smirk on his face. I immediately dropped my smile and held back a glare. "That does not concern you." I said in a monotone voice.

Janus looked me in the eyes for a second before chuckling softly. "Oh Logan," he said as he stood up straight and adjusted his hat, "I'm certain it does. After all, I'm sure I just saw you exit from Anxiety's room. You even stood there for a second to look at him. And to top it all off, you were smiling? Oh, that's rich."

"I'm aware of what you're implying, but I was simply returning him to his room. And I still do not see how that would concern you." I said, not holding back my glare this time.

Janus then broke out into full-out laughter that felt like he was simply mocking me. He finally calmed down his laughter and wiped away a stray tear with a gloved hand. "Thank you for that, I haven't had such a good laugh in a while. You still don't see how this concerns me, huh?"

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Well, listen up then," he continued, "See, I was having a chat with Anxiety earlier and I had to.. leave him for a while, only to return and find out he had left. Now, of course I'm sure you can imagine how distraught I was to discover that my dear friend had left me. But, oh no, when I had exited my room later in the day, what did I see? No other than Logan Logic Sanders himself coming out of Anxiety's room with a smile on his face. So would you care to explain where you took him?"

I gritted my teeth, but stopped myself and took a deep breath. "Listen up, Janus. You do not control Anxiety, so I have no reason to disclose his previous whereabouts with you. Rather, I should be the one questioning you."

Janus looked dumbstruck for a second before regaining his composure and scoffing at me. "How funny," he said with a sneer, "What would you need to ask me? Did Anxiety say something to you?"

Janus couldn't mask the displeasure that seeped through his words, and I couldn't help but suddenly connect Anxiety's panic attack to Janus. I couldn't help the anger that bubbled up at that thought.

"Actually, Janus," I said while jabbing a finger at his chest, "I have quite a few questions for you."

"Oh? And what would they be?"

"First of all, why the hell did Anxiety have a major panic attack when we managed to summon him after we had been trying for hours?"