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‘Sometimes’ Cute

Hey everyone! First time writing for Deceit and Dr. Picani both! Now I don’t really do Sympathetic!Deceit when it comes to in the same universe, but I’ve found I ship Deceit and Dr. Picani together so hard in many human AUs. I probably won’t write Deceit/side tickle fics just because it feels wrong and I don’t ship the slimey boi with any of the sides. But with Dr. Picani I think it’s fine, I believe they balance each other out in the way that I can see. Because this is a human AU expect them both to be ooc here. Also this is a tickle fic though, so I’ll put appropriate warnings! <3 u all!

(This is an illusionist AU, where Damien (Deceit) is a magician/illusionist for his job.)

‘Sometimes’ Cute

Ships: Decani/Piceit (Dr. Picani x Deceit)

Words ~ 1,319 ~

Warning: Mentions of storms, little angst at the beginning, but fluffy the rest of the way. Tickling, but again duh.

The wide open door held the first implications that something was terribly wrong. Damien saw it as he passed through the living room towards the entrance hallway where right in front of him lay his boyfriend, Emile, on the carpet and panting heavily. The door as stated earlier was wide open, letting some of the rain and wind into the house, the spray finding it’s way onto Emile’s shivering body.

It only took a second before Damien quickly scooped the therapist up in his arms and fought against the roaring wind to slam the door shut. He could feel just how little strength the figure had in his form. Judging by it all, the therapist must have walked in the treacherous weather outside. It seems as if the so called ‘ghost’ haunting the car enough to malfunction the security system had locked him out again.

Even if that had indeed been the reason, Damien was not thinking about it, because the illusionist quickly had his boyfriend on the couch with a cup of tea and a warm blanket in less than a minute. After he had stripped him of his wet clothes and brought him some warmer pjs to change into of course. Through it all, Emile could barely breathe and was shaking quite violently, the involuntary jerks only seeming to subside after he had finished his first cup of tea.

He brought his unoccupied hand up to Damien’s, who was currently drying his drenched hair with a towel. The illusionist only stopped a second to return the favor and add an additional affirmation of his thumb across his boyfriends knuckles. It was then some words were exchanged.

“It happened again.”

“The car?” Damien could feel Emile Picani nod once, after taking the second sip of his second cup of tea. The color began to return to his cheeks.

“It does this to me all the time. I really shouldn’t be surprised anymore.” Damien, continued to dry off Emile’s hair. Once finished he placed the towel down the laundry shoot and moved to sit next to his boyfriend. He already looked so much better than he had a minute ago.

“What this all comes down to is, we need to get you a new car.” Picani quickly snapped his head in the direction of him.

“A new car?! But that means I’ll have to part with Herby! My cute little love bug. I just can’t do that! I’ve had him since I graduated highschool!” Damien raised an eyebrow.

“You are twenty-eight Emile. And that was 10 years ago that we graduated. I say it’s high time that you do get a new car. Regardless if you’ve had the car for a period of time. And besides I thought I was your cute little love bug.” Picani gave a shaky smile that gradually grew into the cute little giggle that Damien had always adored.

“You are...sometimes-”

“Sometimes? Why only sometimes?”

“Well the other times you’re either sweaty from your work, or forgot to wash off your excessive make up after a performance and it just runs down your face....also from getting sweaty at work.” Damien gave something close to a whine.

“You just came in the door...wet...from work. And I thought you were cute! You should return the favor!” Picani laughed a little louder this time.

“I didn’t say I didn’t!”

“You just told me I was cute, but only sometimes!”

“Well yeah! I’m sure I’m not cute when I come home grumpy from a horrible session with one of my clients.” Damien quickly used a finger to the chin to turn Emile’s gaze back to him.

“Au contraire, I find your little pouty face to be quite adorable.”

“No you don’t.” Damien began to nuzzle his face into the disbelieving therapist’s neck, earning a couple adorable giggles.

“Yes I do.” Emile half-heartedly pushed against the sensitive but pleasing touch, but his lover persisted.

“Noooooo you don’t.” He emitted a gasp when a hand snaked itself up against his ribs, and when Damien’s whispers entered his ear.

“That’s not for you to decide, dear.” The hand quickly began tickling up and down his rib, earning immediate laughter from the therapist. It teased in between the rib spaces, and carefully plucked up and down his side, occasionally swirling a finger in the ticklee’s exposed armpit.

“Nohohoho stoooooohohohopp!!” He didn’t stop. In fact, he just tickled more. Clawing his way down to his boyfriend’s sensitive belly. He snaked his second hand around the other side so it could join the fray at squeezing the adorable muffin top just above Emile’s belt.

“Thihihihis ihihiss Uhuhihhuhuhunfairrr!!” Emile could feel Damien smirk into his neck, pressing a couple tiny kisses to the ticklish area there.

“Unfair? Well perhaps the issue with the car was unfair to you. Quite frankly, I’m just happy to have you home in one piece.” All attempts to escape from Damien’s clutches were fruitless for Picani, because it wasn’t long until he felt Damien’s hands carefully crawl their way under his shirt. Picani’s laughter quickly raised in laughter and volume.

There the devilish hands skittered across his tummy, but quickly stopped when Damien appeared to be searching for something. “Hmmm...where are my gloves?” Picani’s eyes widened through the subsiding giggles.

“Your...gloves?” Just then Damien spotted them from across the room sitting on the tv tray. Unfortunately, Damien could not grab them without releasing his hold on Picani and after a quick eyebrow wiggle, both boyfriends quickly ran. Picani away from whatever plan Damien had in mind, and Damien towards the gloves resting with the rest of his illusionist equipment.

Once he had grabbed his gloves, he quickly chased after his boyfriend, trying to put them on in the process. It was perfect timing, because just as Damien had found a way to put his gloves on while running, he had caught up to his still tired boyfriend and quickly encompassed him in a hug from behind.

“AAAAHhhh!! Nooo!!!” Damien picked up the beanpole and carried him back to the couch, despite the therapist’s half-hearted requests not to.

“Yeeeesss!” The illusionist drug his boyfriend onto the couch gently and laid down with him on top of him. The both could feel their cheeks heating up from the position, but the moment quickly subsided when Picani felt the velvet of the gloves brush their way back under his shirt and stroke even lighter on his ticklish tummy.

Picani about howled with laughter, thrashing just a little more, as the feel of the torturous gloves squeezed at his sides and his belly. His laughter became silent when the traitorous pinky he was afraid of, quietly entered his belly button and wiggled delightfully fast. The second hand only added to his torture and squeezed at his hips until tears were practically streaming out of Emile’s eyes. Only then did Damien slow his movements.

He gently rubbed the tickles away until it was one slow stroking glove, rubbing the other’s arms, torso, and stomach in what would be described as attempts to comfort and relax.

Finally, Damien broke the silence. “I didn’t tire you out too much did I?” Picani smiled lightly through the last of his subsiding giggles.

“Maybe just a little, but I’m a content tired now.” Damien pressed another kiss to his boyfriend’s neck.

“Hmmm...how ‘content’ tired, dear?” He watched Emile smile from the position they laid on the couch together.

“Content enough to fall asleep.”

“Not content enough to fall asleep before some cuddles though...right?” Damien grimaced hopefully, but it quickly dissolved into a kiss from therapist himself as he turned to face his ‘sometimes’ cute boyfriend.

“Nope. Never.” With a small squeal of delight, the illusionist quickly wrapped his arms around his lover and pulled him ever closer. And with Picani doing practically the same thing, the two cuddled the night away, until they finally fell asleep in each others arms.

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A Heart to Heart with His Heart

Take this one shot between Thomas and Patton. I hope you enjoy.

Ships: None

Words ~ 996 ~

Warnings: Crying, Hurt/Comfort

It was an accident. Something that shouldn’t have happened, but it did and Thomas didn’t really know what to do with himself now because of it. The best option he had was sitting on his bed arguing with himself, and replaying the scenario over and over again looking for a better result, but none came to him. He could practically feel Virgil and Roman at each other’s throats as Logan kept replaying the video of the toddler dropping his ice cream on the ground when Thomas had accidently distracted him.

None of the sides were happy, but Thomas didn’t think any were as affected as his heart. Sure it was just some dumb ice cream, but it meant the world to that toddler and it seemed only Patton truly understood that. Thomas closed his eyes. He could see them all now, but focused morely on his heart as he saw with each replay of the memory that Patton was getting closer and closer to bursting into tears. And even just watching him caused Thomas’s insides to wrench.

Thomas furrowed his brow as he metaphorically reached out to his moral side. He saw Patton’s head perk up and glance in the general direction of Thomas’s summon with small glistening tears beginning to form in his eyes. “Thomas?” The human heard him ask shakily.

Thomas smiled with strain apparent on his face, feeling the same pain as his own heart. “Hey buddy. Would you mind coming up here with me for a little while? I don’t think it’s good for either of us if you stay in the moment for now.” Patton nodded silently and appeared sitting next to Thomas on his bed not a moment later.

“H-hiya.” Patton tried to fake a smile, but Thomas knew he wasn’t happy.

“Hey, hey. None of that Patton.” Thomas scooted a little closer and put a comforting arm around him. “You need to be sad sometimes. I know it’s hard and I know we stereotype you as the optimistic one of the group, but...it’s ok to cry about things like this. I understand because...it upsets me as much as it upsets you.” Patton could only lean against the human and bury his face into his neck. Thomas could feel the warm wetness of the tears as they rolled silently down his neck and chest.

Without further prompting, Thomas brought his heart in close, holding him in attempts to soothe the sadness that they were both feeling. While rubbing his back, he felt Patton sob silently, his shoulders shaking with each breath he took in between cries. Thomas couldn’t remember the last time that he held Patton like this and he truly was a trooper for going so long without proper reassurance. Thomas could only hope that the other sides were kind enough to give him the proper amount of hugs and cuddles when he needed it.

After about five minutes of this scene, he finally felt the pain had reached a stalemate within him. Patton’s tears gradually ceased flowing and along with it Thomas felt his sorrow subside into a dull ache. He continued holding the heart in his arms though, keeping tabs on the other sides as their argument also began to tone down as well. When finally Roman and Virgil agreed to stop arguing about the matter because Logan had stated it was in the past, then Patton began to shift away from Thomas’s grasp.

“Thanks...kiddo.” Thomas smiled warmly as he let Patton distance himself from the hug, drying his eyes and wiping his glasses. “I...I’m sorry Thomas...I dont know why that affected me so much.” Patton quickly conjured a tissue box and blew his nose, sighing comfortably as Thomas put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“You have nothing to apologize for Patton. In the words of Virgil, No matter how your feeling for however long is completely normal. Not weird, not strange, not stupid, Regardless what the situation is.” Thomas squeezed his hearts shoulder, and a small smile returned to Morality’s face, causing Thomas’s heart to feel just a little bit lighter. “You doing alright?”

“Yeah. I’ll be okay soon. There’s a thing Logan told me awhile ago that’s stuck with me since. With each second that ticks by, is a second that moves you from your mistakes and towards future choices that will inevitably make you a better person in the long run.” Thomas chuckled.

“That definitely sounds like something that Logan would say.” Patton turned and smiled at him just a little bit more, the tear stains almost gone and replaced with the rosy-red that normally colored his cheeks.

Patton’s giggle returned and he quickly enveloped Thomas in his normal dad hug.

“Woah! Alright. Love you too buddy.” Thomas awkwardly patted him on the back, Feeling Patton’s hold tighten a little harder.

“I hope you know, I’d never wanna trouble you in anyway. I just...wish I didn’t get hung up on silly things like that.”

“Hey...As I said, it’s ok. I’m...actually glad you did. It…” Thomas paused as he gathered his words. “It’s proof that I...we...aren’t…”

“Heartless?” Patton finished for him, pulling away and looking at him straight in the eyes with a sudden sternness. “Not on my watch, Thomas. I ain’t going anywhere anytime soon!” Thomas could practically hear Logan scolding Patton for his improper vocabulary. The two quickly shared a laugh, feeling the same way about the situation. Patton quickly brought them back on track. “I’m serious, Thomas. I’d never leave you. I love you too much to let myself abandon you like that.”

It was Thomas’s turn to smile. “I hope you know how much that truly means to me Patton.”

The moral side gently grabbed Thomas’s shoulders and bonked foreheads with him fondly. “I do Thomas. I promise...I do.”

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Cefstickles - Masterpost

Prinxiety:

Jar of Doom Part 2: Blinded by Sweetness - Read Jar of Doom first

Gauze and Effect - Virgil is being stubborn about getting his foot wrapped.

A Fool’s Weakness - Princey tries to cheat in a mario Kart Race.

Logicality:

The Jar of Doom - Patton stole a cookie jar in the middle of the night.

Tickled Pink - Logan needs to laugh more.

Sensitive Studies - Logan teaches patton names for body parts effectively.

Vulnerable Information - Sad Patton becomes sneaky Patton.

Analogical:

Ad’Fix’tion - Logan helps Virgil through his addiction.

Attacked Stacks - Platonic fic where Logan keeps forgetting where he’s been and Virgil’s had enough of it.

Royality:

(None....yet. ;) )

Moxiety:

Deserving of a Smile - Virgil is thinking about Patton. Does Patton know?

Logince:

Aside From Strength - Roman tries to prove he’s stronger than Logan.

A Fabrication of the Truth - Logan won’t come out of his room.

The Assuring of Insecurities - Roman is hoarding all the Crofter’s, but is it for the reason Logan assumes?

LAMP/CALM:

From Boring to Bearable - Virgil’s bored, Patton catches on, chaos ensues.

Including Thomas:

Work Hard, Sleep Harder - Thomas won’t go to sleep.

Hour Game Night - Virgil stays with Thomas while the others go out in order to have some bonding time with the human.

Excitement Extraction  Thomas is bummed out from the loss of excitement.

Purely Platonic:

The ‘Fun’dant Thief - Patton likes frosting waaaay too much.

Patton’s Tiny Tickles - When Patton turns tiny, Roman wants to tickle him so badly.

Insert Fics/Teases

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GNOl-2aOnnautCwncr-nbxDAhv-cOBfj5Mv4WJd6CqU/edit?usp=sharing - Logan’s self insert tease

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1IU-adNO17512fXSEtpLnBH7h061-v-kDClUle6qqzRo/edit?usp=sharing - Roman’s self insert tease

Miscellaneous:

His Healing Touch - An OC fic between @availe and @vigilantvirgil‘s Gabriel and Mephisto. Gabriel get’s hurt and Mephisto helps.

‘Sometimes’ Cute - Decani fic where the therapist teases his illusionist boyfriend and pays the price.

Taglist: @violetmcl @shadowkittycat97 @chituri @thetickleeraven (Let me know if you want to be on or off my taglist!)

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Undeniably Important Chapter 8: Logan’s Notepad

Hey everyone! Got some exams out of the way. I’m doing alright, but glad to be done with the brunt of it all. SUPER stoked for new Sander’s Sides video, but Thought I might write while I’m waiting. Part 3 of Surgery should be coming out within two days. And then After all the prewritten chapters of UI (Name curteous of @remmythepegasis) have been posted on tumblr, I’ll start continuing on this fanfic. Love you guys and I hope you enjoy! Btw, this is a HUGE chapter and might take a little over 10 minutes to read. Lol.

Hint: Time is important in this story...

Chapter 1 – Chapter 2 – Chapter 3 – Chapter 4 – Chapter 5 – Chapter 6 -- Chapter 7

"Well, theres not much to tell." Princey looked down at the ground with all the eyes on him. "We were, acting civilized for the first three minutes. We both had different ideas so we didn't really fight over clothing. That is, until we grabbed a hold of that grey shirt." Roman motioned upstairs. "It was an accident on Anxiety's part, *cough* I beg to differ *cough* but it was unintentionally tossed on top of your tall dresser Thomas."

Thomas nodded letting him know he was still listening.

"I climbed up the dresser to grab it, but the dresser couldn't stand upright with me holding onto the side of it. Thus, I fell backwards. If Anxiety hadn't...saved me. I might have been squashed."

Gasps were heard in the room, mainly from Patton.

"Anxiety you saved Roman!? I'm so proud of you kiddo!" Patton had finished his potatoes and there were literal stars in his eyes from pride.

"Ugh." Anxiety rolled his eyes. "Look, I only pulled him out of harms way."

"Another reason deduced that you are more than just Anxiety." Logan looked Anxiety's way who only avoided eye contact with the Logical trait.

"Well. I'm so glad that the Outfit War went mostly okay. It's alright Roman. I'm sure Anxiety won't make you wear anything too embarassing. Right Anxiety?" Thomas gritted the last question through his teeth.

"Psh. We'll see. He shouldn't be concerned, remember? I do have fashion." Anxiety smiled victoriously.

"That's still worrying." Roman growled.

"Now Anxiety, don't go choosing an outfit thats inappropriate." Patton advised. "Make sure all privates are CLOTHESed off."

"Oh my god Patton! Pffff!!"

"Patton your not helping my nervousness!"

All Logan did was sigh.

"Hahaha!! Alright you guys. Always a pleasure to talk with myself. Joan and the others are coming to pick me up at 4:30 pm. What time is it now?"

Logan checked the stopwatch. "11:16 am."

"Great! We all got some time to kill. I guess-"

"Oh wait!" Logan interjected. "This is yours." Logic held up the stopwatch so Princey could see it.

"Hm? What? Oh yes!" Logan's interjection startled Princey from his humbling daydream and he caught the stopwatch in mid air as the Logical trait passed it to him. Roman snapped and the stopwatch dematerialized in his hands.

"Oh and don't forget the coat rack, tape, and sharpie I brought up." Logan reminded him.

Roman irritatedly glared at Logan and snapped. A small light illuminated from Thomas's room, confirming the leave of the items used for the Outfit war. "Your welcome." Prince slightly sneered at Logic.

Thomas looked at the other traits. "Ca-can I talk now? Because I'm really tired of people cutting me off." He glanced at Logan who looked at the ground guiltily. The other traits looked at each other and didn't interject. "I can? Great! Again thank you and I really have nothing else for you guys. So, I guess be ready by 5:00 or however you guys come with me to dinner. I'm still trying to wrap my head around this."

"Do not fret over it too much, Thomas." Roman assumed a fanciful pose. "It's nothing for you to be concerned about, but I must go, because I need to remove all my clothes from my living quarters and dump them in Anxiety's room. So...toodles." He wasn't very enthusiastic about this at all and began to sink down.

"Wait Princey, I'm coming too. To make sure you don't hide anything." Anxiety began to sink down with Roman.

"Hide anything?! Are you suggesting that I would cheat?"

"No, but I am going to help carry your clothes so you don't 'accidently' cheat."

"Excuse me count dracula! But I am a knight and and a noble and I always play fair!"

"Sure you do. Thats what you said when you snuck $10,000 behind my back the last time we played Monopoly."

"Okay! Okay. You're right. Ugh, can I at least keep my underwear in my room?

"What would happen if I said no?"

"Oh come on!!"

"I'm just kidding...Sorta."

Their banter faded as they sunk out of Thomas's apartment.

"Well, this was fun! I just hope Anxiety doesn't do anything too horrible to Roman. Anyways I'll see you all later. Oh, Logan you might want to check your desk. Bye kiddos!"

"Bye Patton!" Thomas waved to him.

"Desk?" Logan was confused for a second. Then it hit him. "Oh no..." His gaze shifted to the right at the bottom of the banister. His notepad was no longer there. He reached his hand over and felt around the area where it was. No luck. Then he checked his pockets. No luck there either. His first deduction was that Patton had took it. At this thought, the shade of white Logan's face went was almost equal to that of Anxiety's foundation.

"You alright Logan?" Thomas worriedly asked.

"Ahem. Yes Thomas I am quite alright. Well its time for me to go. I will see you tonight. Byeeeee!" Logan tried to regain his composure as he left in a hurry.

"Goodbye?" Thomas was genuinely confused.

As soon as Logan materialized in the mind palace he ran to his room and closed the door behind him. He was going to scower his desk for his missing item when he noticed it was cleaner than he had left it this morning. Someone had definitely been in his room.

On top of his now clean desk was a card with Patton's hand writing on it and series of small giftboxes. To the right of these was his notepad he was missing. Logan sighed in relief seeing that he was now in possession of it again. But, it still troubled him to think that Patton might have looked through it. He pushed the thought aside and returned his attention to Patton's series of gifts.

Logan couldn't help but give a small smile at the elder aspect's generosity. Even when Patton knew Logan could never actually understand or give something back in return, he was still willing to give. It was one of the few times that Logan wondered what it would be like to have emotions. If he did have feelings, would he be able to give something heartfelt back that meant something to Patton? These series of thoughts were troubling his mind, so he began to open Morality's presents to further avoid more absurd assumptions from entering his brain.

3 minutes earlier...

"...Oh come on!!"

"I'm just kidding...sorta."

Roman and Anxiety teleported inside of the mind palace. Princey faced his room with a reluctant look on his face. "Well. If you can believe it I'm actually glad you came to help me, because we have a lot of loads to carry."

"How much clothes do you have?"

"All the clothes. I have all the clothes."

"Obviously."

"Alright well you better help me. I'll just place it outside your room and then you can figure out what to do with it from there." Roman half strutted half sulked to his room from the hallway leaving Anxiety only a small amount of time to put his plan into action.

If there was another thing besides his name that Anxiety had been keeping from his fellow sides for a long time, it would be his area of control over the mindscape. One of these areas is duplication, where he takes one item and duplicates it making two of that same item.  Anxiety had not had enough practice with this power to tell if there was a difference between the real and the fake, but he figured it wouldnt matter much because no one would be suspicious. Or that Logan wouldn't be supicious, to be exact.

Anxiety quickly took out Logan's notepad, made sure no one was looking, and duplicated it by using both hands to pull the copy out of the original. Both notepads were still the same size, had the same marks, and were wrinkled in the same places.

"Perfect..." Anxiety muttered under his breath as he put the real notepad back into his pocket. He turned around to go put the copy in Logan's room when he was met face to face with Patton who had his hands full of presents and a card. Both traits were equally surprised to see each other and the states that they were in.

"Jason Toddler! Are you coming?" Roman called out from his room.

"Yeah. I'll be right there. Patton wanted to say something."

Roman audibly sighed. "Okay."

Both Morality and Anxiety broke eye contact and ran into Logan's unlocked room. Their next conversation was full of whisper shouts.

"Patton what are you doing here!?"

"I could ask you the same thing kiddo."

"I'm returning Logan's notepad. He dropped it."

"Thats funny considering the fact, that you were just holding two notepads in your hand. Did you steal it from Logan? Thats not very nice."

"Patton! I-er-ugh fine! I did, but don't tell anyone else about this, especially Logan."

"But, Anxiety its not right. How would you like it if somebody took something of yours?"

"Look. Here it is!" Anxiety winced slightly as he held up the fake notepad. He hated that he was lying to Patton, but he had already gone great lengths to take it out of Logan's possession. He couldn't stop now. "I'm just putting it back." Anxiety set the notepad on the far right of Logan's desk confirming his words.

"But what about the-" Whoosh. Logan had just materialized in the mind palace cutting Morality short. The increasing thumps of footsteps confirmed Logan's approach. The two intruding aspects shot each other panicked looks as Anxiety teleported out of Logan's room and back into the hallway, leaving Morality to arrange his presents on his own and escape in the nick of time.

Anxiety and Morality stood out in the hallway as naturally as possible as Logan ran into his room and shut the door.

Anxiety sighed and looked Morality. "Don't tell anyone about this." He glared sternly and walked off towards Roman's room, but stopped suddenly. "Please. Please don't tell anyone."

Morality sighed sadly. "Okay."

Anxiety kept walking. "Coming Princey."

"Finally! Here's my clothes since you were so keen on making sure I didn't cheat." All of Roman's clothes began flying from outside of his room and bouncing off Anxiety's room door. Had Morality been in a better mood, he might have laughed. He tried to focus on what Logan's reactions to his presents might be as he tried to get his mind off of his edgy son. His thoughts weren't enough.

2:15 pm.

Anxiety had been in the comfort of his room for a whole hour without getting interrupted. He was changing and making himself and his makeup look more presentable especially after everything he had been through today. This included the Outfit War and moving all of Princey's clothing to his room. Speaking of clothes, the pile stacked almost as tall as the ceiling itself. And all the colors just seemed out of place in the dimly lit, dark room. They almost hurt Anxiety's eyes just to look at them.

After he was finished with getting ready, he plopped on his bed and scrolled through tumblr for the umpteenth time. He put his free hand in his pocket lazily when he felt something rectangular. Logan's notepad! He had completely forgotten about it. With his curiosity rekindling again, Anxiety put his phone down and pulled out the real version of Logan's notebook and began to flip through it.

Most of the pages had been taken up, and it seemed as if there were different sections of the notepad set aside for different purposes. The first section held a ton of random facts and trivia. Typical of Logan. The second section was filled with questions that when answered they were scratched out. Anxiety spent some extra time in this section looking for questions pertaining to him. He spotted one.

What is Anxiety's real name?

It wasn't crossed out, thankfully. But no where else in that section could he find a question that pertained to his role in the mind palace so, he moved on.

The third section was full of Tic-Tac-Toe, connect the dots, and other strategic pen games. These were apparently all of Logan's attempts to defeat himself. Anxiety was more freaked out by this than impressed, so, he moved on again.

The fourth section were doodles. Doodles of mostly dogs. Just page after page of dog doodles. So many dog doodles that Anxiety had began to wonder if Patton had stolen it from Logan himself. Anxiety checked Logan's handwriting to clarify and sure enough, Logan was the owner of all these dog doodles, not Patton. He flipped through each page carefully until he got to something that stunned him. It was a doodle of Patton playing with a dog. It wasn't a bad drawing either. It looked just like him.

Anxiety turned the second page. Another doodle of Patton playing with a dog. And a third. And a fourth. Each one better than the last. Until he got to the 17th page. There was a picture of just Patton and it looked so realistic. Anxiety had no idea Logan could draw that good. He was speechless.

He carefully turned the next page to see another page full of doodles, but these doodles were hearts. Anxiety could tell it took Logan a very long time before he was able to draw a heart right, but once he did, he drew them everywhere. The last page of the section was another doodle of Patton, sitting inside a heart with a big smile on his face. This slightly melted Anxiety's dark heart, as it made him think of the Fatherly aspect and how good he had been to all of them.

He turned the page and found himself in the next section...except...it was very repetitive. And humorous.

"The prince is stupid."

"El principe es estupido."

"Prinsen er dum."

"Princeps stultus."

Just the same phrase in a multitude of languages for about six sheets of paper front of back. Anxiety laughed and took a picture of each page on his phone. Maybe he'd use one or two.

The next section was vocab words. They were devised into categories of Learned and Needs Learning. Most of the words on Logan's lists made Anxiety laugh so hard that he was having trouble keeping himself quiet. Just imagining Logan trying to pronounce and use all these slang words drove him into a fit of giggles. He finally decided to move onto the final section of the notepad: THEORIES.

This is what Anxiety was initially aiming for. He began to flip through the pages looking for what exactly Logic thought about him. Let's just say...Anxiety got more than he bargained for.

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Undeniably Important Chapter 9: Coincidences?

I’m bored and hyped up and cannot study for the life of me, so have chapter 9 everyone! Hope you all enjoy!

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2:45 pm

Anxiety could not believe his eyes. Everything that Logan had theorized about him were real situations that he could testify to. From the Fight or Flight response, to the feeling of nervousness, and even the butterflies in Thomas's tummy. Logan had even gone so far to say that Anxiety could quite possibly represent Thomas's body as a whole. Involuntary functions included. Some of the descriptions the Logical trait gave, made Anxiety slightly sick to his stomach, but at least he was giving a thorough description of his investigation.

Logan even referenced a curve. Something about relating productivity to Anxiety and that he is needed in performing everyday tasks. Anxiety didn't fully understand it, but it wasn't his job to.

The darker aspect continued to skim his theory. All the information was there. Logan truly did believe that Anxiety was more than just anxiety. He had described it all so well that even Anxiety himself was beginning to believe that he was more than what his name suggested. The darker trait found himself slightly smiling as he read more of the information on the page, but suddenly his face fell as he realized what he had done.

He hadn't trusted Logan's words. Anxiety needed proof, but sometimes in friendships proof is what breaks the bond more than strengthening it. But, there were times Logan was just as mean to him as Roman was. Maybe, Logan deserved it. Anxiety closed the notepad and looked at it sorrowfully lost in his own thoughts. Now, no one could trust him. Not even Patton.

He had let down the one aspect that actually believed in him. And now...he might lose a potential friend. He knew what he had to do, but surprise surprise! He was anxious. Don't get me wrong, Anxiety is no coward. But when it comes to facing challenges, it takes him awhile before he musters up enough strength to own his actions. And facing Logan? Granted he was the logical trait and he couldn't feel much anger, but you never wanted to be on his real bad side.

Anxiety shuddered. He thought about the different ways he could approach the situation, but they all seemed to end at the same place: complete loss of trust. In frustration, he gently tossed the notepad to the other side of the bed and was about to go back to his music, when he gave the notepad one final glance. In the end, he was very glad that he did. It was not only his saving grace, but everyone else's.

From that one glance he gave, he noticed the notepad had opened to a page that lied in between the blank pages towards the back of the pad. Written on that page was one single word. A word that spoke volumes to the one reading it.

Choices.

Anxiety's eyes widened. He was only a second ago trying to comprehend why Logan would write something completely out of the ordinary in such a random place, but then something struck him.

It wasn't Logan's handwriting.

It was his own.

A half an hour earlier...

Logan roused slowly. He had taken a short rest after opening Patton's presents and putting them in their proper places. Now that he was awake, he could begin to get ready for the dinner tonight. He thought about the tie that Patton had given him in one of the gift boxes. It was a deep blue with pictures of all breeds of puppies and dogs on it. As much as he hated to admit it to himself, he really liked that tie. Now, would he ever wear it would be the next question to ask.

He thought for a moment. Patton gave him the tie and the fatherly aspect was probably expecting him to wear it tonight. Logan's thought process was as follows: he was given a gift, it is impolite to refuse a gift or not use the gift for its intended purpose, and because they were going somewhere somewhat fancy, it was acceptable to dress occasionally. There. He had reasoned with himself that it was ok to wear the gift.

Logan got dressed into his normal 'teacher' outfit, but instead of his signature blue tie, he replaced it with the gift tie. He straightened himself up and looked in the mirror. The dog tie didn't look half bad on him. It was very eye catching though and Logan was slightly nervous of the comments he would receive from Roman and Anxiety. But as long as Morality was happy, it shouldn't matter too much.

In letting his mind wander, Logan had not realized that he was smiling into the mirror. When he saw his lips curving upward, it scared him so much he hopped backward an inch. He shook his head in disbelief and reaccepted his straight face. After combing his hair, he sat down at his desk and reopened his notepad. He had already looked through it once before he fell asleep, but he just wanted to make sure nothing was out of the ordinary. Seeing it out of his possession this morning had really nerve-racked his brain.

He flipped through the Theories section and opened it up to a page with no label. This was something that he had begun writing this morning before the Outfit War. The events of the previous night like his encounter with Anxiety and the spilled milk had caused him to ask a question that many overlook in their day to day lives. Wanting to remember where he left off from earlier, he began to read quietly to himself so he could regain his train of thought.

3:03 pm.

"The human being can be divided into roughly four parts: the mind, the heart, the spirit, and the body." Anxiety read.

"Each has their own, unique role and are very different from each other. But there is one thing that they all have in common: they can all be affected by the same outside sources."

"These outside sources could be mental, physical, emotional, and even spiritual in some scientific cases. Here is an example of a physical outside source. If someone were to be punched by another person, a bruise would appear and their body would be noticeably affected, but so would the person's mood and thought process. The person then will have to think of a way to respond to the situation they are in and decide if they will fight back, run away, or take an alternative course of action." Anxiety scratched his head thoughtfully.

"An emotional outside source could be hurtful or encouraging words. When heard, they either build or tear down one's ego, affecting the mood, thought processes, and eventually the productivity of the body for usually the remainder of the day."

"All four sides of the human being are needed every second of every day and often work together like a team. There are times, however, when it is not an outside source, but an internal source that affects the person. These sources are but not limited to: negative thoughts, internal injuries, disabilities, sickness, and the list goes on. When these occur, it normally has a larger impact on the person, because it puts a strain on the relationship of the four parts. When uniting to fight an outside source, the human has a better chance of survival because the foundation is holding strong. The same cannot be said when fighting an internal source because if just one of the four is acting up, the results could be damaging to the human. Or even fatal if one of them happened to no longer exist."

Anxiety let his mind rest for a second as he turned the page. This was a lot of information to take in. Logic certainly owned up to his name.

"The human brain is built to learn, gather information, and rewire itself accordingly to its surroundings and the situations it experiences. It does this through the different problems it encounters. Normally, the problems that happen outside of the human being are the experiences that shape them into who they are today, however; This is only true if all four sides are considered one human being. If, for some reason, the four parts are 'allowed' more leeway, they can begin to explore their limits on their own without needing the other sides' help or approval. Essentially, it just means it is easier for the human to break apart inside because harmony is not as easily obtained."

"In the case of Thomas, we are still Thomas and he is still us. We only figuratively gained a conscience because he personified Roman, who was able to work inside of Thomas's imagination and create the mind palace. The mind palace is the loop hole inside of the pocket dimension. Roman was not able to expand Thomas's imagination directly to accomodate us, but the mind palace had already existed between the fourth and fifth dimensions. (see chapter 5 for explanation on this part) Patton's, Anxiety's, and my parts of the brain registered the mind palace not as imagination, but as a bridge to the fourth dimension and to other unknown areas of Thomas's mind. This is why we he can summon us voluntarily, or we can 'pop' in on him when he leasts expects it."

"But because we can do all of these fascinating things, we need to be careful. I have been able to find no sources that state that other people were able to achieve this sort of understanding. Thomas must be a special case. His decisions influence the real world on a very large scale, but now ours can too. We can act unbeknownst to Thomas, even though he is involuntarily controlling us. This means that everything happening inside the mind palace can be considered an internal source. Not only that, but outside sources also affect his sides more than they would have originally. It is undeniably important that now more than ever we practice good teamwork and be responsible for everyone's-"

The writing stopped there.

Anxiety felt as if he had ridden a roller coaster that just stopped working half way up the drop-off. Be responsible for everyone's...what? Wait. No.

He rummaged through the blank pages of the notepad until he found the one page the pad had opened to earlier.

Instead of tossing the notepad in frustration like he did earlier, he chucked it at the wall in complete bewilderment. Thump!

"WHAT THE HELL!?"

1 minute earlier...

"It is undeniably important that now more than ever we practice good teamwork and be responsible for everyone's-" This was where Logan had left off. Satisfied that he remembered where he was going with his newest theory, he picked up a pen and wrote the last word of the sentence.

"...choices." He was about to write the next section when he noticed something odd. The ink hadn't come out of the pen and onto the paper. There was no evidence he had even tried adding another word. He raised an eyebrow, tried shaking the pen, and then preceded to write the word again. Still nothing came out. This was a pen that came from one of Morality's gift boxes, so it should be very new and easy to work with, unless it was a prank.

Logan rolled his eyes and grabbed a random sheet of scratch paper from his desk. In the corner of the paper, he drew a heart with the pen. To his surprise, the ink came out perfectly fine. Logan scratched his head.

"Strange." He whispered to himself. Again, he tried to write the same word on his notepad. Again it didn't work. His gaze shifted between the pen and the notepad.

"Is this a joke?" His mouth slightly agape as he stared at the page in utter disbelief, but was shaken out of his thoughts when he heard a muffled thump.

Thump!

"WHAT THE HELL?!" It was Anxiety's muffled shout coming from his room. As expected, Logan could hear Patton's door swing open and his footsteps while running to the darker aspects room. The conversation between Anxiety and Patton could not be heard clearly, because Logan was still in his room. Patton was more than likely just checking to make sure Anxiety was okay.

Logan refocused on the notepad in front of him. He had to get to the bottom of this new mystery. He checked the clock in his room.

3:16 pm.

Logan grumbled. He didn't have enough time to do a thorough research process on the notepad before dinner, but at least he could get started on it. After pulling out several things he needed from various places around his room, he began the process of deductive reasoning. He tried to think of all the possible probabilities that this effect would have been caused by. But little did he know, he was still missing one important piece of evidence. Anxiety still had the real one.

4:17 pm.

Thomas was sitting on his couch when a car pulled up into his drive way and sounded its horn. He jumped off the couch, grabbed his wallet, grabbed his keys, and walked out the door making sure to lock it behind him.

"Hey Sanderstorm!" It was Joan. "You ready to go?"

"Ready as I'll ever be!" Thomas walked up to the car and got into the back seat with Leo.

"Where we going Thomas?" Talyn looked behind the passenger seat at their friend.

"Mahzu Sushi and Grill!" Thomas said confidently.

"Alright. Here we go!" Joan drove off and the friends laughed all the way to the restaurant.

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