(Cone logan is a whole other side and you cant fight me.)
The evening fell upon the house, brushing down the walls with the cool shade of the night, and slowly faded out the warm rays of sunlight that slipped through the curtains painted the house, with an ambar pertaining to the unique tones of dusk.It was the perfect time for conflict.
Thomas stood in the middle of his living room, staring into the lens of his camera, ready to begin his inner reflection on his latest issue. He began to speak, knowingly of how the rest would develop, and waiting for the four usual assets of his mind to jump out of their respective rooms and interrupt him with their own unique input. Silence was the answer to his expectations, and after five minutes of blabbering to fill in the space he began to grow tired.
To say he was concerned was a understatement, to say he was confused was an accurate observation. But soon, it all washed away -Well, not entirely, he was still rather confused-, as surprise took place, morphed from a base of relief that slowly strayed to be interpreted as fright when a strange version of the side he had grown to appreciate as the voice of common sense and logic emerged in what seemed to be a state of alarm. His head was concealed by a large traffic cone, and in his hands he held a stop sign that Thomas feared asking where he got it from.
“Logan, Buddy?” He gently called, hoping to get the side’s attention. Later to realize he couldn’t tell where his gaze was directed at.
“Why are you wearing a traffic cone?” He tried asking, not sure of whether he would get a response. “Where is everyone else? Is no one coming out to film the video?”.
Whatever was next, he didn’t see it coming.
“THOMAS IT’S TIME TO STOP” A loud war scream erupted from the inside of the cone, decorated by a dense echo. “YOU JUST GOTTA STOP.”
“Wow, calm down!” Said the very frightened youtuber.
“NO YOU CALM DOWN, YOU THINK I DIDN’T NOTICE? YOU HAVEN’T CHANGED YOUR TIRES.” Said the side, that strayed further away from being able to pass as the logical side.
“What are you talking about!?”
“YOU DISOBEY BASIC TRAFFIC RULES, PREPARE TO SUFFER HEATHEN”
Somewhere deep, within the boundaries of the human brain, a group of men sat together in silence and darkness. All until a soft voice broke the silence.
“Will he be okay?” Whispered the moral side.
“I’m afraid it’s uncertain.” Responded the real Logan, sitting somewhere in the dark.
“But we’re supposed to help!” Cried Patton as quietly as possible to mantain their cover.
“We knew that there was no predictable outcome when setting him loose. I agree that while it is unfair to have Thomas deal with the consequences of our decision, he must also face other corners of his mind, despite how terrifying” The logical side stated coldly, well aware of his intentions of avoiding the loud character that was currentlt causing mayhem outside of the mindscape.
“It’s too late, there’s nothing we can do” Said the anxious side with a sympathetic pat on the heart’s shoulder.
“My apologies padre, but it’s probably for the best if we just stay our of conflict’s way this time. It’s no longer our fight to battle.” The creative side spoke, uncharacteristically shaken by the current situation.
And so they sat in the dark, waiting for the ruckus to end, making a game out of looking for a proper apology to excuse themselves next time Thomas summoned them. While the man himself was left alone to deal with him.
“Road safety” Not a feeling, not an asset. But a concept.
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