#insane! logan

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Title: Purgatory

Words: 1538

Parings: Can be read as Moxiety

Warnings: Small spaces 

Additional info: Insane!Sides (Sane Virgil!) (Based of a nightmare of mine)

Virgil steps were slow, sluggish, his entire body felt like a bag that was thrown under water. He was just so heavy and the walls were dripping, closing in on him, literally melting due to the insanity and Virgil couldn't take it anymore. He saw Logan losing himself in the insanity and he almost couldn't take that and if he didn't do anything someone else might get corrupted. 

Virgil wiped his eyes, his breathing shallow and echoing across the floor, the insanity dripping from the ceiling and from the walls, causing ponds to form on the floor. The entire scene was closing in on Virgil and he practically felt his breath hitch and an invisible string tying his neck shut. 

He had to get away! Virgil waded through the floor, everything looked the same, it was simply too much! Where has  the individuality gone to? Even the door to Virgils room was dripping with insanity, no way was he going to go in there to hide from the black sludge. He continued to walk, the pounding in his head loud and painful and almost causing him to fall down and never get up ever again. He had to stay calm and maybe, just maybe was he going to escape. 

Like hell. You couldn't escape the mindscape and the plague completely destroyed them, they had never a chance to begin with. Virgil wiped at his eyes again as he remembered how Logan lost his mind, everything he ever was and wanted to be, to the insanity and is now nothing more than a shadow of himself, a literal insane scientist, obsessed with the rainbow of perfection, of completion, of the one thing every breathing creature in this world turned around. 

Virgil looked up, eyes widening as he spotted a completely clean door, no insanity whatsoever. The anxious trait started to sprint as the floor practically melted under his feet, barely able to grab and turn the knob and hurl himself inside, panting on the ground, trying to calm his racing heart down and failing miserably. Virgil curled up on the floor, eyes sealed shut as he tried to focus on his breathing to calm his trembling body down. Calm down, count to ten, take a deep breath, hold that breath, breath out.

 Simple as that. Just repeat that and you will be fine, Patton is not here to comfort you this time, Roman is not here to help you this time, Logan will never again be there to help you in any situation. Virgil curled a little tighter around himself at the memory, he actually choked back a sob but stopped as he heard a weak voice calling: 

"Hello? Is somebody there?" The voice was frail, like a dry twig that would snap if you look at it the wrong way, and so quiet it might have been just a breeze calling out to you before it was gone again. But Virgil heard it and he moved his head around, finally recognizing where he was. Patton's room. The nostalgic paradise, completely free of any insanity. Still pure. But if that was Patton's room, who was calling out to him? Virgil jumped to his feet, frantically looking around before calling:

 "Hello?!" A weak cough came as a reply and Virgilo spotted a bed at the end of the room, quickly hurrying towards it, heart sinking at the sight before him. It was Patton. But he looked like hell, purple hair sweaty and without any gleam, eyes lost all life with his glasses broken and on the nightstand. His face was pale and a few unhealthy wrinkles made his way on his face, making him look even older and more frail. Virgil's eyes widened as he hurled himself over to the bed and knelt down, immediatly taking Patton's pale and sweaty hand, the emotional trait lacking the power to give Virgil a light squeeze. 

"Patton, what happened?!" Patton coughed weakly, eyes focusing on a point behind Virgil as he explained in his raspy voice: "Logan... Virus... I'm... Sick and... will... die." His voice cracked at the end of his sentece as tears filled his eyes and Virgil also felt tears sliding down his cheeks. Patton was going to die? No... he was his father, he couldn't die just yet! Virgil sobbed as he put Patton's hand on Virgil's cheek, feeling every inch of the leathery skin and inhaling the smell of Patton and sickness and a bit of sweat.

 Virgil bit his lip as he sat up, looking down at Patton with teary yet determinded eyes. "Be right back, I gotta find Logan!" Patton only nodded weakly as he closed his eyes and leaned back into his Pillow, sighing softly into the cool fabric while Virgil left the pure room and looked frantically around. Which of these stained rooms was Logan's, he had to remember! Virgil screwed his eyes shut, playing memories of his family in his head, crying again at the happy times never returning, before the memory of the right room flashed in his mind. 

He turned around, running down the floor and coming to a screeching halt in front of a stained door, quickly opening it and revealing Logan in a lab coat, stained with insanity, rainbows swirling in his eyes and dripping out of them, two glasses in his black claws. He looked a little surprised but not enough to mark him as shocked, because he grinned shortly afterwards. "Virgil, what gives me the honor? Care to give me a little more light-blue?" Virgil scrunched his eyebrows together, confused as to what Logan was talking about but he quickly shook  his head, explaining.

 "Patton is sick! I need an antidote! You have one, right?!" Logan continued to grin, revealing his sharp fangs in the dimly litten laboratory, a mocking look on his face. "I might have, but what are you going to offer me for it?" Virgil was beyond frustrated, tearing at his hairr and letting out a hearty scream of despair, before he exclaimed: "EVERYTHING!" Logan's eyes widened slighty, his interest awoken as he explained: "All right, here is the deal. I will give you the antidote if I am allowed to shrink you for an experiment. Is that a deal?" Could he live with being tiny for the rest of his existence? 

He could, if he could live with Patton a tiny existence, so he quickly nodded. Logan gave him a little glass with some particles flying in them and the next time Virgil blinked he was already shrunk to the size of a toy-soldier, staring up at Logan in shock who was simply gigantic compared to him now. "Make sure Patton inhales the particles. I will teleport you to his room." Logan's voice was booming loud and it caused Virgil's ears to bleed, but it was worth it, if he could safe Patton. 

The next time he blinked he was back in Patton's room, standing on his nightstand, the sick trait right beside him, the antidote literally in his hands! He unscrewed the glass and allowed the particles to fly towards Patton, the sick trait inhaling them and opening his eyes again. He already seemed better, which was a big relief for Virgil. Patton looked around in confusion, before he spotted Virgil on his nightstand, smiling fondly at him. "You saved me, Virgil. I can't believe it." He cupped his hands and held them out to Virgil, the anxious trait hopping in his hands and knealing down, looking joyfully up to Patton, who still smiled warmly at him. 

"Don't worry, Virgil. This won't change anything. I will take good care of you, I promise." Virgil's smile faltered as Patton's smile widened to an unhealthy grin and as the ceiling slowly started to leak insanity, the black sludge dripping down and staining the ground. Virgil's mouth widened in shock as he looked around, Patton's eyes starting to leak insanity and his grin being sewed onto his face as he exclaimed. "Yeah, I will take good care of you. I already have the perfect spot for you."

 He moved a few steps into the room, right next to a fireplace, where he took a snowglobe, screwed it open and dropped Virgil inside, quickly shutting the lid and placing him back onto the fireplace. Virgil was shocked to the core, the globe was small and there was little to no air to properly panic and the sad music from the music box Patton placed next to him was not helpful at all. Patton stared into the globe with his twisted yellow eye as he exclaimed: "This is the perfect spot for you. You shall never leave this place again."

 And then he left. he left Virgil, trapped in a snow globe on the fireplace with a music box and a few other globes with skeletons inside of them. Virgil cried and pounded against the glass, but Patton never returned and Virgil never left his destined place. He shall be forever trapped in a snow globe on top of a fire place. That night was Virgil so afraid he didn't go back to sleep , especially because he knows that what he saw might be the future.

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Title: The real you

Words: 2107

Pairings: Can we read as analogical

Warnings: Mentions of murder, if there is anything else please tell me

Additional Info: Insane! Sides AU!

A quick knock on the door startled Logan slightly, the logical trait casting a glange towards his door, comtemplating if he should open it or not. On one hand, it could just be someone to knock for the sake of annoying him, disrupting him in his work and probably ruin an important experiment he was having right now, but on the other hand...

 It might be Virgil, knocking on his door as a last resort, scared out of his mind because of something Patton or Roman want to do to him. He always  knocked on Logan's door, when Virgil was scared out of his mind and needed comfort... And Logan always opened the door for him. And they would do experiments together, singing the song 'build our machine' and Virgil would even laugh at Logan, when he had a good time. Logan simply cannot ignore this knocking, just because of the possibility of Virgil standing on the other side, begging him to be let in. They really needed a special knocking pattern for this.

 Logan opened the door a little bit and peeked outside, spotting Virgil with a surprisingly serious look on his face. „Logan, let me in.“ His voice wasn't wavering, how very unusal for Virgil. Normally he was panting, begging the logical trait to let him in, to hide him away, so Patton or Roman would never find him, and Logan always did so, to help Virgil, to show that he, despite everything, cared for Virgil and wanted him to feel as comfortable as possible, until he decided to turn completely insane, just like everyone else. 

Logan opened the door and allowed Virgil to slid inside, before the logical trait banged the door shut again and shot Virgil a quick glance, exclaiming rather uninterested: „You know where to hide, the table is at it's usual place.“ Virgil shook his head slightly, barely recognizable, as he watched Logan putting on gloves, eyes slighty widening, because he never saw Logan covering any of the insanity, that was corrupting him. The logical trait glanced in Virgil's direction again, surprised, that he was still standing there and looked rather sheepishly as he exclaimed: „I... thought it would corrupt you less if we dance together again, so you... don't have to die after the progress we make in my studys...“

 Virgil bit his lip slightly, before he took a deep breath and decided, that it was now or never and he needed to talk right now. „I need to talk to Logan.“ Exclaimed Virgil, glaring at the logical trait in a serious way, who looked seriously confused back. „Virgil, are you hallucinating again? You are in my laboratory and I am indeed Logan-“ „NO!“ Logan actually flinched at the intesity of Virgil's voice, taking a step back as Virgil walked towards him: „I need to talk to Logan. To you, but the REAL you! You are not Logan anymore, but merely a slave of the rainbow, and Insanity made you that way!“ Logan bumped against the wall, staring in shock at the anxious trait who grabbed him by the gloved hands and squeezed them tenderly.

 „Logan, this isn't YOU! Look around! Look at everything you did! I know you always say that you don't have feelings, but you are no machine and you always do what's best for anyone. You would NEVER kill anyone! I know, if I can talk to someone here it's you, because you're still IN THERE. You help me, when I need to hide and you even have the mercy to give me a quick death if I ask for it, because that's what YOU would do. But the Logan I know would never surrender to insanity without picking up a fight!“

 Logan's eye twitched as he tried to pull his hands back, but Virgil only squeezed them tighter, looking Logan directly in the eye. „I know you can still think on your own if you're not on rainbow. I know you're still YOU! Patton and Roman are gone, I can't help them right now but maybe I can save YOU! Logan, please...“ Logan's eyes widened even more as Virgil started tearing up, the tears being white instead of black, which Logan only experienced once on.... himself, as he regretted killing his family to put them into a rainbow in a jar. „Stop it...“ Growled Logan, blinking rapidly to banish the negative memories in the back of his head. He didn't need bad memories, they only clouded his mind and caused unwated feelings he didn't need. 

„Logan, look at me.“ The logical trait didn't even realise that he closed his eyes, quickly opening them again and flinching at the intense glare of Virgil. „I want to banish Insanity but I can't do it alone. Sleep and Faith can help, but they are not strong enough. I NEED another main-side, and I know if anyone knows what's best for Thomas, it's you!“ Thomas, this name was familiar to Logan, who blinked slowly, gaze unfocusing as his mind was filled with clouded memories he just couldn't quite reach. „Logan, we are a family, and I know that you still care about Patton, about Roman and... Even about me. And... I need you, Logan. I can't go on alone... I need you to keep me grounded.“ Logan split his lip by biting on it too much, dark-blue liquid flowing freely as he stuttered: „Stop it... what... is this? What are these.... feelings?“

 Logan pushed Virgil away, pacing around, his breathing quickening as everything began to spin slowly. Virgil didn't come closer to him, seeing the symptoms Logan was currently in and continued talking. „Do you remember how you guys went into my room to tell me, that you needed me? You told me once, that I'm the only sane one. We were debating, and we had so much fun, that we continued to do it. We started playing chess, because it was so relaxing and a great occasion to talk to each other without unnecessary bickering. We enjoyed our time. I always stole the cookies Patton made, so we can eat them in your room. You know, the room you turned into a laboratory.

 We ate cookies and read our favourite storys to each other, and we did it in this room.“ Logan felt himself tearing up, shreds of foggy memories, how things were supposed to be, he saw his bed, even though he destroyed it, he saw his shelf with his favourite books, even though he threw it out of the window and... He saw Virgil. With normal eyes and without rope-burn around his neck, he was actually smiling as he entered the room. „Hey Logan, I got the cookies, they're with chocolate-chips and they are still warm. Wanna read a book and eat them?“ Logan smiled slightly, feeling himself tearing up, but ignoring it, as this illusion was far more pleasant than the reality. 

„I would love to, Virgil. Which book shall we read today.“ The actual Virgil choked back a sob as Logan said that with his clouded eyes, Virgil himself remembering their days together clear as day. Logan needed to remember, even if it just meant, that he became a little more human again, maybe got rid of at least some of the insanity. Virgil took a deep breath and started talking to Logan again. „I think it's your turn to pick a book.“ Virgil observed Logan taking a breath, blinking tears away, a slight smile on his face as he took his gloves off and tossed them away, walking to the other end of his room, where his books used to stand.

 He tried to grab a book, but only grabbed air, the logical trait blinking in confusion as he had nothing in his hand, the illusion he created himself slowly wavering, the logical trait tearing up and whipping around glaring at Virgil as he wiped white tears away. „You! Why did you made me see this things?! What are those unnecessary feelings?!“ Virgil still smiled, his white tears washing the insanity away as he explained: „To help you remember. You forgot everything, you were obsessed with nothing but the rainbow, but you remember now. And this feeling you feel. … You're sentimental, maybe even melancholic, you wish those old times to return, and maybe they can, but I need your help for that.“ Virgil stretched his clean and pale hand out, offering Logan to take it, who took a step back like Virgil just pulled a weapon and pointed it at him.  Logans eyes were wide as he stared at Virgil's hand, memories he thought he lost starting to return to him, overwhelming him completely, the logical trait falling to the ground, starting to scream his lungs out as he started clawing at his eyes, Virgil's eyes widening in shock as he saw what Logan was doing. 

„STOP IT! STOP THESE MEMORIES! I DON'T WANT TO SEE THEM! I'M HAPPY THIS WAY!“ Virgil didn't wanna hear Logan's insane talk, quickly reassuring him: „Insanity made you believe, that you are happy this way, but they corrupted you and made you purposefully addicted to a rainbow you made with killing us, but this isn't you. Logan please, I need you, you need to return to me, but please, stop hurting yourself.“ Logan slowed only slightly down, Virgil seeing himself forced to handle, stepping forward and grabbing Logan's claws, already feeling the insanity crawling up on him, but other things were more important right now.

 Logan sobbed, opening his stained eyes slowly, his white tears running down his face and washing the insanity on his hands away. „V-Virgil...“ Coughed Logan, hugging the anxious trait around the neck as he mumbled, tears still. Falling and wetting Virgil's jacket, but the anxious trait grabbed around him, sobbing just like Logan did, tearing up even more as he heard Logan talking: „I'm sorry... I'm so so sorry. What have I done?“ Virgil sobbed as he rubbed Logan's back, rocking him slightly to the rhytm of the song they were always singing together, whispering:

 „It's ok, Logan, it's okay. I forgive you. And the others will forgive you too, just PLEASE. Pretend in front of Insanity, that you are still insane, but shower a lot, to keep the insanity at bay and... and please help me to get rid of them...“ Logan did something that resembled nodding as he tried to regain his composure and think logically for the first time in forever, whispering softly but caring: „I promise.“

Little did they know about the creature with the many eyes that was at the ceiling, staring down at them with it's dozen of eyes, grinning slightly as he heard every little word Virgil said to Logan and witnessing everything Logan did, the whole show for him not only quite amusing, but also really interesting. They were distracted, so Deceit crawled down the ceiling and wall like a spider, heading for the door and opening it just a slit, squeeezing outside and quickly heading away, to a place he could think on his own and was sure to not get disrupted by anyone, already quietly snickering to himself at the information he just received. He just had to think about handling this situation. 

Of course, Virgil still not succumbing to the insanity was already inacceptable, but that he also managed to get Logan was the cherry on top of the cake, that was dripping with insanity, just like all of Deceit's eyes, finally opening the door of his own room and crawling inside, up the walls and stopped as he reached the ceiling, observing his direct environment to make sure no one was in here and listening to him, things Virgil and Logan should have done as well. Deceit couldn't supress the laughter bubbling inside of him any longer, the villainous trait finally snapping, laughing like crazy at the new information he received. He felt powerful, for the first time in forever. 

He hid in the shadows like a parasite, when Insanity should be the creature hiding, but with the new things he just learned... He could be powerful, drive Insanity literally insane with teasing and maybe... just maybe... gain a bit more power, and being powerful enough to finally banish those sides, that were just a thorn in his many eyes. He hissed slightly, clearly satisfied with himself. He had a plan, he just needed to do everything right.

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Sanders Sidecanons (Insanity!)

Logan and Virgil spend much time together. Virgil can hide from the other sides and they sing “Build our machine” together. Logan doesn’t even use his colour for the rainbow anymore because he feels kinda bad.

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Title: A deal

Words: 1906

Pairings: None

Warnings: Violence, gore, vomiting, if I missed anything please tell me

Additional Info: Insane! Sides

Logan was walking through the hallways, thinking about the previous days he experienced in the mind-palace. Everything was pure chaos, every single side was acting unusual, Virgil didn't come out of his room once, Logan even thought that the anxious trait already starved in there, yet another way of suicide that was completely new to the logical trait, guaranteed a way to die Virgil never chose, yet alone of the long way of waiting and suffering that goes along with it. 

Logan sighed, shaking his head slightly and looking around in the hallway before continuing his way, taking deep breaths as he tried to ground himself. He had to remember, to keep the conversation with Virgil in his memories. Virgil was right, it wasn't like him to be enslaved by insanity and yet here he was corrupted to the core with no way of saving him. He will never be pure again, he honestly didn't even know why Virgil came especially to him for help. 

Logan bit his lip, his fangs piercing his skin but causing no blood to flow as he thought about everything Virgil said, tilting his head in thought. The anxious trait was calmer than usual, he certainly wasn't afraid to confront the logical trait, even though Logan killed Virgil just as many times as Patton and Roman did. Maybe even more times, and still trusted the anxious trait him. Logan simply couldn't wrap his head around it, the whole situation being completely and utterly illogical to him. It just didn't make any sense for Virgil to come to HIM for any help, since he was the first side getting corrupted AND drank his essence on multiple occasions.

 Logan shook his head again, suddenly stopping as he heard a familiar voice speaking in a foreign language.

 „Guten Tag.“

 Logan narrowed his eyes, turning around and facing Deceit, hanging upside down from the ceiling while sitting on the ceiling like a frog. It would be impossible for the villainous trait to stay on the ceiling, but he could hold his position anyway, how nobody knew. Something was with his hands and feet, something the other sides didn't have. Logan clicked with his tongue, smirking slightly as he answered: „Your german won't cause any mercy to bloom inside of me. Points for effort though.“ Deceit grinned, showing his viper-teeth, while he tilted his head so far it was no longer upside-down but the way a head usually was when you were not hanging from the ceiling.

 „Come on. Thhhrow me a bone here. I didn't do anythhing wrong.“ Logan rolled slightly with his eyes as he countered: „That's a lie.“ Logan didn't bat an eye, even as all of the dozen eyes from Deceit were glaring directly at him, white pupils almost shining from the poison Deceit wanted to throw at him, while the villainous trait himself still maintained his smile. „Anyway, assss I wasss sssaying. I have a little deal for you... And I won't be very happy if you wouldn't acccept it.“ Logan scrunched his eyebrows together, continuing to glare at Deceit, even though the logical trait was never exactly sure at which eye to glare.

 „What do you want?!“ Snarled Logan, sparks almost shooting out of his glasses. He was certainly not happy with the villainous trait, but his wrath would only be higher if he knew that he eavesdropped on Logan and Virgil talking to each other in the logical trait's laboratory. „I sssuggest you to ssstay away from Virgil for thhhe time being. You are cooperating withhh ssssome rathhher... unwanted busssssinesss.“ Logan bared his teeth as he contered: „I don't remember making my business your responsibility Deceit. And now shut your lying mouth and crawl away, I won't talk to you anymore.“

 This was certainly not what Deceit wanted to hear as Logan froze at the next words: „You got tenssssecondsss.“ The villainous trait began countin slowly, leaving Virgil enough time to run a little distance, plan's already forming in his head but unable to start any of those as Logan suddenly heard: „FIVE, I LIED!“ Followed by maniac laughter looked Logan back, surprised to see Deceit crawling on the ceiling in an insane speed, jumping from said ceiling and landing boots first on Logan's back, pinning him on the ground, but the logical trait was having none of that as he turned on the floor, leaving Deceat pinned down. Logan reeled back and punched the villainous trait right under the eye, Deceit hissing in pain as he snarled:

 „Watch for thhhhe eye you hooligan!“ Deceit opened his mouth as far as a snake, revealing sharp little fangs and Logan could only scream as the villainous trait practically broke his back to bite into Logan's shoulder, the logical trait completely forgetting that pinning Deceit down was almost useless. Deceit took advantage of Logan's stunned shock as he turned yet again to pin the logical trait on the ground, only for Logan to ram his knee into the abdomen of Deceit, who groaned in pain, giving Logan enough time to kick him in the face and sending him flying back a few feet, the villainous trait landing painfully on his back, knocking the air out of him.

 Logan snarled, his insane powers finally paying off as he dashed towards Deceit, made a high jump and landed with his feet on Deceits chest, a loud cracking audible next to the loud scream of the villainous trait, who howled in pain, trying to wriggle away, but the feeling of being trapped under Logan's shoe settling in. Logan screeched in a too high tone for a normal human being as he used his claws to slash at Deceit, the villainous trait screaming even louder as Logan slashed through multiple eyes on his face, including his original right eye. All of them were leaking black liquid that wasn't insanity, the gash on his face too big and to painful for him to open his eyes That was it. This took the cake. 

Attacking Deceit was one thing, but rendering his eyes useless was just too much! He was almost eighty percent eyes, he needed every single one of them. Deceit growled and screeched in anger, two new arms pushing Logan away who huffed in surprise, quickly landing on his feet to see what just stopped him from killing the villainous trait. He couldn't believe what he saw. Deceit used his insanity to grew two more arms, the new limbs leaking with insanity, clearly not meant to stay for long. 

Logan wanted to start another attack, but the villainous trait sprinted towards him, ramming all of his four fists in Logan's face, his nose cracking under the pressure and blood flowing down like a waterfall, the logical trait howling in pain as he was flying backwards. He tried to slow his fall with clawing on the walls, but he was too fast and flew down the stairs, crashing into the wall right next to the door, eyes drooping and unconsciousness spreading in his body, black slowly spreading in his eyesight. Logan smirked slighty, spitting some blood and insanity on the ground, smirking slightly as he saw Deceit crawling down the stairs, being significantly slower than usual, clearly in pain. 

He waited until Deceit was standing right in front of him, before he talked: „You won that one... but one wrong look towards Virgil and you're dead meat.“ Deceit smiled widely, his unhurt eyes widening as he answered: „It'sssss a deal.“ Logan closed his eyes after that, finally going to sleep after a long time of torturing his mind for so long. He lost, but he certainly won't leave it like that.

Virgil was glad he took that little trip inside of the library where all of Thomas' memories were stored, the peace and quiet and happy memories certainly soothing the anxious trait in a way he didn't experience in a long time. He especially watched the early childhood days of Thomas, where everyone was just a little worm living their merry life and the most recent memories before the corruption, where they made all of this videos together, the anxious trait tearing up once again just at the mere thought crossing his mind. 

He sniffled slighty, wiping his eyes and smiling at all the happy memories. If his plan worked, it could maybe return to the old days, it would be the same and Insanity would be nothing but a nightmare, just a bad memorie they tried to forget. Oh, if it was that easy. Virgil opened his door, surprised as he found it unlocked, remembering clearly that he did in fact lock the door. His door was locked all the time, so Patton wouldn't come in to drag him to some of the murderous games he didn't want to play. He peeked suspiciously inside, spotting a big chest on his purple rug, raising an eyebrow at the sight.

 The anxious trait didn't know how long this chest was standing there, but it was certainly for at least a few days, considering that Virgil took a few snacks and spent days int he library, just hiding and remembering everything. He read the little note attached to the chest and frowned deeply as he read the scribbly handwriting.  'A gift from me to you -Deceit“ Virgil was afraid to open it, not sure if he really should, but curiosity winning the best of him. He grabbed it and slowly opened the chest, the smell almost knocking all the air out of him as Virgil coughed, overwhelmed by the strong scent radiating from inside the chest.

 Virgil peeked inside, heart stopping at the sight he saw. It was Logan, well, what remained of Logan. He was stuffed in this chest, being that it was much too small for him, and left there for at least a few days until he suffocated in the locked chest. His face was blue due to the lack of oxygen, his mouth opened but dried out, his flesh already rotting, cockroaches crawling inside and out of his body,digging through organs and skin.

 They already chewed all the skin off of his left arm, the bone clearly visible next to the purple and blue flesh. Some flies through towards Virgil, who quickly swatted them away, eyes tearing up, not out of melancholy but of pure grief, suddenly realizing what he did with spending days in the library without returning. Logan had to be in his room for days. Maybe Virgil could have saved him. A cockroach was crawling out of Logan's mouth and Virgil slammed a hand on his mouth, the feeling in his stomach too much as he threw up right next to the chest, everything spinning and robbing every little sense inside of him.

 „I'm sorry, Logan. I'm so sorry.“ whimpered Virgil as he closed the chest, crying for a few hours over Logan's rotting body, not care if he will return, but out of simple shock for losing him like that. And one of the worst parts was, that he didn't knew if Logan would come back like he was, or already corrupted to the core. If it was the second possibility, he would have to get him back once again. But he would do it. For Logan. „I'm so sorry Logan...“  

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Sanders Sidecanons (Insanity!)

Logan never breaks a deal or a promise, no matter what your wish was. He fulfills it.

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Do you think that Insane!Patton would get angry if Insane!Logan or Roman hurt Virgil? (Love your Insane au loads)

Patton was mad at first, but he is a good sharer and they are all a family. 

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Title: Rainbow Philosophy (Part 2)

Word count: 1139

Pairings: None

Warnings: Indirect cannibalism, self-harm, regret

Additional info: Insane! AU (Insane! Logan this time) , also this is some kind of sequel to my previous story “Rainbow Philosophy, but you don’t need to read it to understand everything happening in this one.

There he was, sitting in his laboratory with six bottles of different coloured liquids in front of him, their destiny depended on Logan and Logan only. The rainbow was almost finished, but he didn’t feel like completing it anymore. He felt something strange within his beating, black heart and he didn’t like it a single bit

. It stung and forced white tears out of his eyes, along with the overflowing insanity and filled him with utter confusion, the logical trait unable to process the feeling he experienced right now. He actually didn’t want to finish the rainbow, the literal reason why he strapped Roman, Virgil and Patton on tables and forced their entire energy out of their body.

 He already mixed the needed colours, red, orange, yellow, green, light-blue and purple were right in front of him, ready to become the rainbow but this stinging feeling in his chest stopped him from finishing the job. He finally recognized the feeling, the emotions only worsening once realization hit him. Regret. He was feeling regret. 

He actually regretted, that he hurt Patton, Roman and Virgil like this, even though his mind knew that they would come back and forget this entire incident. Logan choked on a sob and wiped at his eyes, eyeing the white liquid on them that was flowing along with the insanity, actually deleting the black sludge like it was the solution. Those weren’t tears as Logan first thought, it was his true personality shining through, pure thoughts, good emotions, fused to some white liquid, trying to banish the insanity and get the actual Logan back.

 "wHat ArE yoU Up tO?“ Logan’s eyes moved at the glitchy voice, the logical trait turning around as they appeared through the floor, leaving a pond of insanity in the process. "You are late.” Insanity rolled with their non-existens pupils and spotted the bottles on the table, excitement bubbling up in them. “YoU goT ThE coLoUrS! ExCelleNt! Let’S fiNisH ThE RaInBoW!" 

Logan bit his lip, his gaze shifting to the side, unable to look at the intruding side anymore, before he finally forced the words out of his lips, a white liquid flowing out of them. "No." 

Insanity’s eyes widened, a shocked tone in their voice: "ExCuSE mE?!” Logan glared at insanity, adding:

 "Yes, excuse you! I killed my family for those six bottles! And even if they come back, it’s still completely unethic and utterly disgusting to do something like this!“ Insanity claimed their spot at Logan’s side putting their claws on his shoulders and explaining:

 "ThOSE ArE siMplE DoUbts. TrUSt me, yOU wiLl UndERstAnd tHe tRuE meAnInG oF EvEryThIng oNCe tHe rAinBoW iS DonE!” Logan narrowed his eyes, a new wave of doubt washing through him. Insanity DID promise it to him and it was a lifelong dream to finally understand everything in the world and the true meaning of everything.

 Logan hissed quietly, before he turned around, facing the bottles again. If he started this he might as well finish the job or everything was n vain. “What do I have to do?” Insanity seemed to be pleased with this question, giving the logical trait a cleaver, explaining:

 "A ColOuR iS StIll MiSSinG!“ Logan eyed the cleaver in his claw with a blank expression. It was stained with insanity and seemed sharp enough to pierce through the black sludge. He knew what Insanity meant by that and he actually peeled a bit of insanity off his wrist before he made a deep cut into the white flesh, a dark-blue liquid flowing out of it.

 "Get a glass!” He instructed Insanity, who quickly glided to one of the shelves, picked a glass and hurried back, holding under Logan’s arms, filling said glass with the dark-blue liquid. It was almost finished, even though Logan’s hand twitched violently and his skin paled even more than usual, his mind fuzzy and far away.

 He cut deep and he had to stop the bleeding once they had enough energy from the logical trait. This wasn’t nessecary though, because the insanity on his claw began to spread once they had enough colour, covering the wound and preventing any more blood from escaping anymore. Logan gasped, putting his claw down and holding his covered wrist in pain, glaring at Insanity who eyes the dark-blue liquid suspiciously before literally squealing in joy.

 "YoU dID WelL! NoW puT ThEm toGetHer!“ Logan complied, putting the orange in the red, the yellow in the mix, continuing with green, before he put the light-blue liquid into the rainbow, went on with his own colour, dark-blue, and finished the job with violet, a rainbow now swirling in the biggest of all glasses, the colours blending in without mixing to some unrecognisable mush. It looked astounding and Logan couldn’t help but gape at this masterpiece. And this was, what the sides looked like if they put their minds together? 

This was brilliant. He eyed Insanity, who was also gaping, their long white hair messy and their whole body dripping with insanity. "What shall I do now?” Insanity had nothing resembling a mouth but it still seemed like they smiled as they explained: “DrInK iT.” Logan actually recoiled at the order, almost dropping the bottle in the process, staring in shock at the unwanted trait.

 "I’M sorry?!“ Insanity rolled again with their empty white eyes and explained: "It WIlL oPeN yOUr MiND tO tHe tHinGS the OtHer SiDeS foCuSeD oN aND HElP yoU to UNDeRstAnD the TruE mEanInG of EveRYThInG!” Logan eyes the bottle, followed the flow of the rainbow and got lost in it’s colours and patterns.

 He blinked, getting back into reality and contemplated for a while, before he shook his head quickly and put the edge of the bottle to his lips, drinking the whole rainbow in one chug, even though it was a big rainbow. Logan gasped and choked at the sensation, dropping the bottle which shattered with a loud clirring sound while Logan recoiled, falling on the floor, body tensing and relaxing, rolling around in agony as he groaned and choked screams escaped his throat.

 "HoW Do YoU fEel?“ Asked Insanity, a surprisingly smug look in her face, while Logan tried to sit up, supporting himself with his claws and looking around, spotting the pond of insanity the actual Insanity left, and crawled towards it. "I feel… I feel.” Began Logan, his voice still a little bit choked and pained, until he reached the pond and opened his eyes one final time, no indicator of pain in his voice anymore as he saw the rainbows swirling in his eyes. 

“I feel complete.” Insanity was right. He finally understood the world and what it was turning around. Everything, absolutely everything, every living being, was about the rainbow. And he needed to make more.

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Sanders Sidecanons (Insanity!)

Insane! Logan eats Thriller and other Horror-Books most of the time.