Sanders Sides Oneshots

Miau Part 2

Do you like the pride ball I made? 

No, I did not use all of the pride flags.
It took me 30 minutes to make.

I don't know why I spent so much time on it.

I'm writing fanfiction in gym class.

My friend, a girl, is in a tank top.

Why do her shoulders have to look like that?

I had to keep my eyes on the opposite side of the room to stop myself from drooling.

Her shoulders gave me inspiration and motivation to write, so here I am.

Okay, I'm doing this. Maybe. I might never actually publish this, but If you're reading it, then I published it.

Ship: unrequited intruanalogical

TW: Unrequited love, hints of robot Logan

Here we go

(Also, I'm not doing first-person anymore, It got sort of weird)

Logan awoke to a sudden bang on his door.

'Shit they found me. Or maybe Remy told them where I was.'

He got up, snapped his fingers to change quickly, and walked over to the front of the treehouse.

He opened the door as he straightened his tie.

Roman stood in front of him.

"Do you need something?"

The prince raised his fist and punched the logical side in the chin.

Logan could have easily dodged the blow, but he allowed it to land, rolling away a bit so roman wouldn't break his knuckles on the hard metal beneath his soft skin.

It still hurt.

Wincing, Logan faced him, "I guess I deserved that."

"That you did. We have to talk"

Logan nodded and stepped back to let him in.

As he closed the door he asked, "Did Remy tell you then?"

Roman gave a solemn nod.

Logan sat at his desk, "Is there anything you need confirming or explained?"

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"You didn't need to know."

"Yes. We did. And you went off trying to be the hero! We could have helped you!"

"No, you couldn't have"

"And why is that?"

Logan looked up from the pencil in his hands with tears in his eyes, "Because it would have hurt them," he whispered.

"Hurt who?"

"It's hurt whom, and didn't Remy tell you?"

Roman shook his head.

"Then you don't need to know," He looked back down at his hands.

Roman left.

A few minutes later, a soft knock was heard.

"Kiddo, you okay?"

Logan didn't respond.

The door slowly opened to show Patton with a small plate of cookies in one hand and the other pushing the door open.

He smiled gently as Logan looked up.

"Hi, Lo." 

"Salutations Patton." He looked back down at the pencil.

"How're you doin'?"

"I am fine. Thank you, Patton."

There was a moment of silence before Patton spoke up.

"Do you want anyone to talk to?"

Logan started to shake his head but knew he would be lying if he did, so he sat there, staring at his skin covered metal metacarpophalangeal joints that Patton saw as fingers.

Patton softly put his hand on the logical sides shoulder, but then quickly pulled away, as if he had been burned.

"Logan?"

"What did you feel from me?"

"You're in pain. But not depression, more like anxiety, but with caring, respect, and-" He cut himself off, "Oh."

Logan nodded solemnly. It seems that the energy-ball Rash created hadn't affected Patton's empathic abilities.

Logan stood, "You should go now," he looked at the clock, "The others will get worried."

Patton nodded and placed the plate of cookies on the desk.

He started to walk out of the room but stopped at the doorway.

"You should tell them yourself. Remy isn't the best messenger for this kind of thing."

He sank down as he crossed the threshold.

I don't have enough motivation to finish the story here. Part three will happen at some point in December. I have a few requests I need to do.