#werewolf! logan

[infinite-hearts-333]

Broken pack, Broken wolf

Sander sides, Analogical (Eventually), Logan Angst, Werewolf AU

WARNING: really bad writing, angsty, lack of sleep and starvation, homophobia, swearing, I'll add to this-

Before 

Part 7- Can you fix what’s broken?

Logan spent around 5 hours fast asleep, draped across Virgil's form. He was like a giant puppy!!! Virgil was currently sitting cross legged in Logan's den thing, writing. Logan was curled into an impossible tight ball in Virgil's lap, and somehow fitted, despite being taller than the anxious side.

Virgil everyone in a while would look down to stare at Logan, and his glances switched from soft, happy and gentle, to curious, excited and pleased. He had summoned a new notebook, a dark purple covered one with stars and a wolf on the cover and began furiously scribbling down notes and sketching pictures. His non-dominant hand remained softly stroking Logan's perked left ear. Virgil didn't notice Logan awaking, sluggishly shifting and mumbling, eyes flickering under heavy eyelids. "V...virgil?" Rumbled Logan willing his eyes to open, his long tail to uncurl from around Virgil and stretch, flicking back and forth.

"Morning sleepy head. How... how do you feel?" Virgil asked softly, quickly placing the book down to focus on Logan. "Tired.... Somehow...." Huffed Logan, slightly pouting. Virgil chuckled, brushing Logan's midnight black hair out of his eyes. "Pat made soup for you." Virgil offered, helping the other into a sitting position who made no effort to reclaim their pride, slumping against virgil, head resting on virgil's shoulder and made a low loud groan. "Im not hungyyyyyy." whined Logan.

"Lo, you're skinny as a twig, you're eating something. There's no arguing." Virgil said firmly, scooping up the container of soup that Patton had dropped off not that long ago, popping the lid off, allowing steam to rise from the beverage. Logan whined, and tried to hide away from virgil, which didn't really work, given he hid using virgil. "Do i have to?" Whined Logan, trying to hide under Virgil's arm. "Yes, now, face me I'll help you, but if you be a big baby I might spill some on you. So sit up."

Logan made a low growling noise, and pulled himself off Virgil to turn around in his lap so he could still lean against Virgil. Virgil smiled lightly, and gently nuzzled the others' hair before dipping the spoon into the soup and lifting it up to Logan's lips. Logan quietly stared at it for a bit, tilting his head a little and Virgil realised he was sniffing it. Logan made a small huff after a while and opened his mouth, teeth clicking on the metal as he closed his mouth.

Virgil found himself staring at logan's lips as they moved, his cheeks unnoticeably becoming a scarlet red. He imagined what it would be like to rub his thumb over the bottom lip, to lightly press his own lips against them, to gently bite them and roll them between his teeth. Virgil silently groaned, donking his head against the back of Logan's neck. He was a hot mess. "Virgil?" Logan's voice was a lot clearer than before, more smooth and silky unlike the thick ruffness from just waking up. "Are you alright?"

"Yep. Peachy. Just, peachy." grumbled Virgil, refocusing on feeding logan. By half way Logan began to refuse. "I'm sorry... i just can't... or i might throw it up..." Virgil softly sighed. "You're not gonna get better unless you eat more. Just... a little bit more? For me?" Logan mumbled something that Virgil didn't pick up and continued to eat the soup. Virgil smiled, pausing to lightly pet logan's ears. "Thank you." Virgil didn't comment that Logan's tail began to furiously wag.

After a few more spoonfuls, Logan leaned back tucking his head back into the nook of Virgil's neck. "No more....." he mumbled. Virgil softly smiled. "Okay, you did such a good job." Logan was right there it would be so easy to just tilt his head up and kiss him. But he didn't. He couldn't. Cause.... That would be weird, and Logan probably wouldn't like it and he would hate him, oh god what if he already hates him, should he leave??? Would Logan prefer that-

"Virgil. You're pulling your panicked face again." Logan said softly. Virgil blinked, being slapped back into reality by Logan's soft velvet-like voice. (God bless Logan, Virgil could and would listen to the werewolve's voice all day and night if he could-) Virgil had come to realise that Logan had turned back around in virgil's lap, his arms draped over Virgil's shoulders and head resting on the start of his chest. Hickity heckity Logan was much closer than before, practically an inch away. Why, god why, in the name of gay jeusus must Virgil be tormented like this?!?!

Logan softly smiled, and nuzzled Virgil's chest, his eyes closing as he mumbled some soft gibberish under his breath. Virgil took that time to calm his poor gay heart, collect himself, and then carefully begin to neatly put away the soup for later, and then lightly combed a hand through logans tail. Which- virgil will add- was wagging happily, and it was so darn cute.

"Um... hey Lo?" Virgil asked softly. "Mhm?" hummed logan, pressing his face right into virgil neck and oh god why-

"Um-" Virgil had to cough to clear his throat so it wouldn’t jump an octave. "I was wondering if it was okay if i asked you about your species? Only if you're okay with it of course, I'm just really curious!" He quickly added.

Logan was quiet for a few minutes, pondering mostly likely, but virgil panicked internally, thinking he had done something wrong or offended him.

"Sure." he mumbled, going back to snuggling into virgil. Virgil swallowed thickly, grabbing onto the book he had been using to scribble done notes on werewolves in. "Ummmmm so, is your diet the same as a humans? Or are you more carnivores?"

Logan hummed, and virgil could feel his ears flicking as he thought about it. "A little more carnivores? Like I can eat raw meat no problem.... And some plants make werewolves sick."

Virgil began furiously scribbling the notes. "Okay... okay.... Are you fixated on one spot in a territory?"

Logan snorted, as if the idea was ridiculous. "No. P.... Packs move around between seasons, so food sources are never rare."

Virgil hummed, intrigued by the knowledge. "Um... touchy subject, sorry... but how do your packs work?"

Logan winced, taking a few seconds to swallow before answering. Virgil picked up on how his tail stopped moving and that Logan's grip tightened a tad. "Well.... My pack was a bit..." he chuckled, "Peculiar. Most of us left our birth pack, were kicked out, got separated or never had one to begin with."

"Oh yeesh.... Sorry lo." Virgil winced. Nice going idiot.

"It's fine, we had each other." Logan hummed. "Well, you start off in your birth pack, which is the pack your parents are in. By your 10 blue moon you must have decided to either stay in your birth pack or leave to make or join a new one."

"And you chose to leave?" Virgil asked scribbling down the words in a glittery purple pen.

"Mhm. my birth pack Alpha was homophobic, so i left. My parents supported me and helped me pack and get organised. They were the best." It was hard to see Logan's face, but Virgil could tell he was smiling.

"F*ck homophobic Alphas." Huffed Virgil. "F*ck homophobia in general." logan snorted.

"The first i was Empero. Her birth pack was genetically changed via artificial selection for the usage of humans." Logan continued, and virgil flipped to a new page, writing down this as well. He wanted to help logan any way possible, so knowledge about his pack may help.

"She was my Alpha, and I was the Beta.'' Virgil could practically hear the fond smile in Logan's voice. "Beta?" questioned Virgil. "Second in command. So when Empero cant take charge, the pack's responsibility falls to me. After Empero, we met Hazel. Hazel is a little ball of energy I swear to Artemis- she was separated from her birth pack by a flood. Then Dusk, they were kicked out because of how they spoke and thought. And then we found Jackson. Or really, Dusk found Jackson. He was kept in captivity for the sick desire of humans. They wounded him till he lost an arm, and if he ever did escape he wouldn't be accepted by normal packs. So Empero took him in."

"Whoa...." mumbled Virgil. "Your packs' been through a lot...."

Logan let out a bitter laugh that stung virgil even though it wasn't aimed at him. "Yer... they have. They were the best pack I could have ever asked for."

There was an awkward pause. "You know Lo... it's okay to miss them." virgil said softly, putting down his book to lightly rub circles on Logans back. Logan made a soft sad noise, and his grip tightened more, and in the corner of Virgil's eye he could see Logan's ears drop, laying flat on his head. "Is it?" he asked in the softest of voices.

"Of course. They were your family. Nothing's gonna change that. It's okay to miss them." virgil said softly, noticing how Logan slightly shivered when virgil pressed on his higher back.

"Is.... am I allowed to cry?" Logan's voice was even softer, more fragile. "Of course." Virgil said immediately, giving Logan's shoulder a little squeeze with his free hand. "Oh... okay then..." Logan's voice cracked at the end.

Virgil continued to rub circles on Logan's back, muttering small 'thats it' and 'it's okay' and 'i'm here' as Logan started to cry. He was silent, no sobbing or gasping for breath, just tears streaming down his face, soaking into virgil's shoulder. "I m-miss them..." Logan whimpered.

"I know Lo...... I know..."

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[infinite-hearts-333]

Broken pack, Broken wolf

Sander sides, Analogical (Eventually), Logan Angst, Werewolf AU

WARNING: really bad writing, angsty, lack of sleep and starvation, swearing I'll add to this

Before 

Part 5- Welp, the cat- um, dog’s out of the bag?

Virgil woke cold, alone and very, very scared. He blinked once, twice, confused at where the soft warm thing he was cuddling before had gone to. He slightly pouted at the lost, and shifted, curling up more in hope of gaining more warmth. A few minutes past and Virgil was still awake, and huffed, swinging his legs out of bed and sitting up. He wouldn't be sleeping any time soon, or well... not here. He picked up his phone, turning it on. He hissed as its bright light scorched his eyeballs, and he fumbled with it for a few minutes, desperate to turn down the brightness.

One thirty. Virgil huffed, rubbing his head. The nightmare- that's what he believed had woken him up, was a shattered memory, only noises and colours were the only thing that came to mind when he tried to recall it. Virgil shuffled, and then stood. Maybe someone was awake? It was unlikely.... But... Virgil didn't wanna be alone. He missed bathing in the soft warmth from the movie marathon, and Virgil assaulted his brain in trying to remember what it was. White and blue, glasses, and a firm but undeniable soft grip. Logan? Virgil felt his cheeks flush. It made sense, the only person near him was Logan at the time.

Maybe he wouldn't mind? Virgil shifted, his brain arguing about whether to go find Logan so late at night. Virgil stubbornly got up, paced around before storming (Quietly mind you-) out of his room. He twisted down the halls, before turning and going the longer way to Logan's room out of pure spite. Finally he found himself in front of Logan's door. This was dumb he shouldn't be here, all he was going to do is annoy him, and then he'll hate him oh god he should just go back to his room shouldn't he-? Virgil was cut out of his thoughts by the muffled sound of a laptop closing, a sigh and a sniffle.

Virgil froze. Logan was awake at this ungodly hour? And.... was he.. crying? Virgil inhaled, gathering all his strength and knocked on the door before slightly opening it and peeking his head around the corner. Logan was very much awake, and by the looks of it, very much shocked and.... scared? Virgil's eyes widened, and his mouth was left ajar as he stared. Logan had a tail. And wolf ears. A fucking tail and wolf ears. Logan's eyes were just as wide, and it was only then that Virgil noticed his shoulders were shaking as he took a scared step back, ears folding down and tail tucking itself in between his legs. "I-i-it isn't w-wwhat you t-t-think Virgil." Logan got out, and Virgil barely picked up on the soft whine that came from the other.

"You're a werewolf." Virgil breathed, shock turning into awe. Logan had backed up into a wall, and whined again, much louder than before. Virgil walked into the room completely, shutting the door behind him as he walked over to Logan. Logan whimpered, and began to look around frantically, pushing up against the wall. Without thinking Virgil reached to touch one of Logan's ears to see if it was real, but Logan flinched hard, throwing his hands up over his head. "P-p-please d-dont h-hurt m-me!!" Logan choked out, trembling. Virgil blinked, and lowered his hand, now confused and slightly horrified. "I'm not going to hurt you Lo." he said softly. "I would never hurt you. You being a werewolf changes nothing." Logan peeked through his fingers, also confused. "W-what?"

Virgil did his best to mimic the reassuring smile Logan always gave him when he was nervous. "I'm not going to hurt you Lo, and I won't let the others hurt you either, if they go to do so." This whole scenario had sent a pang of pain into Virgil's heart. It hurt that Logan believed that his species would mean the others would hurt him. Logan slowly moved his hands from his head, one ear folding forward while the other remained flat. Logan blinked, and shuffled slightly, but didn't speak. Virgil smiled again, and went to reach out again, much slower than before.

Logan watched Virgil, curling in on himself even more as the hand neared his face and then moved to lightly stroke Logan's perked ear. The ear was soft, like silk, and incredibly fluffy. Logan froze, blinking, and then all the tenseness in his shoulders released, and he leaned a little into the hand with a content smile. Virgil fought back a 'awww' and smiled, gently taking one of Logan's hands and started to lead him away from the wall. Now that Virgil's attention was away from the fact that Logan was a werewolf- well sort of- Virgil looked around. The room seemed normal, aside from the weird looking pillow fort, primarily made of a massive mattress and firm walls with a blanket thrown over the top, making it like a tent.

There was a desk, a dresser, and unsurprisingly a massive bookshelf. The roof was painted with a picture of the night sky and the floor was covered in thick grey carpet. Virgil came to the conclusion the weird mattress thing was a bed, and led Logan over to it. "Why are you up so late?" Virgil asked, ensuring to continue the steady rubbing of Logan's ear, which seemed to lull the other into a calmer state. "I could say the same about you." Mumbled logan, voice thick with bliss. "Touche. But I wasn't awake before, I was sleeping and woke up." Virgil said with a shrug. Logan hummed, his eyes fluttering shut. "I was working. I guess i..i .." Logan cut himself off with a large yawn, revealing massive long fangs. "I didn't notice the time... why are you here?"

Virgil blushed a bit. "I couldn't sleep... I wanted to see you." Logan hummed softly, and nearly walked into Virgil once he stopped moving. Virgil blushed more, letting Logan's hand go to softly stroke both of Logan's ears. Logan's content sleepy smile grew, and he leaned closer, nearly falling forward. Virgil chuckled. "Let's get you to bed, you need sleep." Virgil let go to Logan's ears, taking his hands again. Logan pouted slightly, but quickly stopped, and followed Virgil down into a squatting position to crawl into the pillow fort. Virgil didn't mention the adorableness of Logan's pouting, nor the weirdness of having a pillow fort instead of a bed. Virgil guessed the pillow fort was a werewolf thing, which he made a mental note to harass all the info Logan had about werewolves out of him in the morning.

Once Logan was curled up in a bundle of pillows with a couple stuffed wolves, Virgil turned to leave. He came here for a reason, but he didn't wanna bother Logan any longer, given he would probably want to have some space. However, Virgil was stopped by a warm hand firmly, but softly grabbing a hold of his wrist, followed by a soft whine.

Virgil looked back to see Logan pouting slightly, ears folded down. "S-stay? Please? I don't wanna be alone again....." he stuttered quietly. Virgil felt his heart melt, and smiled slightly feeling his cheeks heat up. "Of course." He said softly, turning back around and crawling over to Logan. Logan smiled in a way that Virgil had never seen before, and his heart melted more. He would die happily to get to see Logan smile like that again. Virgil laid down right next to Logan, trying to ignore his blush that had rapidly grown. Logan shamelessly snuggled up to Virgil, tucking his head under Virgil's chin and tangling their legs together. Virgil blush went a vibrant red that reached his ears, and Logan let out a small happy dog-like growl. Logan's ears were perked forward, brushing against Virgil cheeks and neck and Logan's bushy silky black tail was draped over virgil.

"Thank you...." Mumbled Logan, relaxing as Virgil hesitantly wrapped his arms around Logan's waist. Virgil scoffed, pretending it wasn't a big deal that he was cuddling the hottest side in the mind palace, and that he definitely didn't have a crush on him. "No problem teach...." mumbled Virgil, resting his head on top of Logan's directly in between the two fluffy wolf ears, which continued to brush Virgil's cheeks. Virgil stayed awake for a bit, shifting one hand to reach up and began to stroke Logan's silky soft ears again. Logan was barely awake, nuzzling and nestling closer, his eyes slowly sliding shut. Virgil smiled as he watched the logical one fall asleep, before he too, closed his eyes, feeling much safer now that he was with someone. And the two uneasy sleepers were out like lights.

Virgil kinda wished he could stay asleep forever. His bed seemed softer, comfier, like he was sinking into it. There was warmth everywhere, wrapped around him and weighing him down a bit- which was probably a weighted blanket of some sort. (Maybe Patton had given it to him-?) But the biggest heat source was pressed neatly against Virgil's chest, fitting there perfectly as if they were two puzzle pieces that fitted together. Virgil clung to it, holding it close, and by the way it snuggled closer with a small content purr-like-growl, Virgil guessed that it didn't wanna move either.

Wait. Growl? Virgil forced his eyes open in panic, only to relax once more as the sight of Logan came into view. Ah, that's right. The resident nerd was a wolfy boi. Virgil softly huffed, and blinked groggily, sluggishly lifting his hand from being curled around Logan's lower back to lightly thread through Logan's hair. Logan's soft growling got louder, and he nestled even closer, nuzzling away at Virgils chest.Virgil softly smiled, recalling everything he could about werewolves. In Virgil's past life, he had a UTube channel on Cryptids and spirits and all the spoopy stuff. Werewolves were pack creatures right?

Virgil looked down at the small stuffed wolves that sat around him, and picked one up. Could these be Logan's past pack mates? He probably missed them a lot. Virgil softly frowned, and looked down at the Logical side that was desperately clinging to Virgil. Wolves.... Wolves were social creatures, normally bonded very close to their pack mates. Virgil looked down pitifully at Logan, softly rubbing circles to one of Logan's ears. Without the touch of his pack... Virgil wouldn't be surprised if Logan had some form of touch starvation.

Logan let out another soft happy rumble, and Virgil could feel Logan's tail slightly wagging form under the blanket. Virgil shifted lightly, and peeked under the covers to look at the tail. It was sleek and black, draped possessively across Virgil's form. It was then that the small, near unnoticeable facts about Logan arose to Virgil. His shirt seemed far too big for him. Virgil blinked, and frowned some more. He then blushed, hesitant to check, but for the sake of his anxieties, carefully lifted up a bit of Logan's shirt. Virgil froze with shock, staring wide eyed at Logan's stomach. He could count Logan's ribs; he was that skinny. "Oh logan...." Whispered Virgil. He looked at Logan with a worried look, and lowered Logan's shirt now focusing on Logan's face.

There was something flaking under Logan's eyes. Virgil, very carefully, wiped his finger under Logan's eye, revealing a dark purple colour. Virgil held in a gasp, and wiped more of what appeared to be founation away, until Logan's bags were visible. Not even Virgil had bags that bad. Virgil bit his lip to hold in a sob. Had anyone else noticed? Or cared? Tears welled up in his eyes, and he held Logan closer, hiding his face in Logan's hair. Logan let out a soothing happy rumble, wrapping his arms more around Virgil's chest and back, nuzzling against Virgil's neck.

Virgil shamelessly nuzzled Logan's hair and ears, however he fought back the want to plant kisses all along Logan's ears. Virgil was rewarded with a happy almost trill like noise from Logan. "I'm gonna help you now Logan." Virgil whispered the logan, tucking a loose strand of hair out of Logan's face. Logan shifted his head to nuzzle Virgil's hand, a content happy smile on his lips. "I promise."

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Next

[infinite-hearts-333]

Broken pack, Broken wolf

Sander sides, Analogical (Eventually), Logan Angst, Werewolf AU

WARNING: really bad writing, angsty, lack of sleep and starvation, swearing I'll add to this

Before

Part 4- Welcome, Virgil!

~Note! I used some of the script for when Anxiety confesses his name, so remember I didn't come up with that!!!~

Anxiety continued to appear in the morning, now every single day. Logan enjoyed Anxiety's presence, desperately waiting for morning to come around so the ache for touch would settle once more, before having to retire to his room and be dropped back into a world of internal pain.

So it was understandable that Logan panicked when Anxiety never showed one morning, and after a lot of convincing, Logan, Patton and Roman hunted down Anxiety's room. Anxiety claimed that he wasn't wanted, that he wasn't needed and the others were better off without him. Patton and Roman came to understand how they made Anxiety feel, and helped to fix their problem since that wasn't the outcome they wanted. After a few very tense minutes, leading close to all the sides being corrupted by Anxiety's room, Anxiety agreed not to duck out any longer, thankfully to Logan.

"wOaH-" yelped Anxiety as Logan raised the sides up into the living room. He doubled over and made a gagging noise. "Urgh- i gotta get used to this.." groaned Anxiety, plopping down in a sitting position on the stairs. Roman chuckled, giving anxiety a small grin. "Well... we're all glad to have you back, Anxiety, and we promise to make sure to listen to you more often. Anyway. Now that-"

"Wait." Anxiety said, inhaling sharply, catching everyone's attention. "Oh, boy, I'm actually considering it..." He mumbled, rubbing his eyes and forehead. "Wait, what?" Patton said, tilting his head. "You've made me want to open up to you, but big surprise, i'm really anxious about it." Huffed Anxiety. Patton giggled. "Anxious! Like your name!!!" Anxiety wrinkled his nose up with a small smile.

"Yep, that was, uh, that- your great Patton, but on the subject of my name..." Anxiety said softly fidgeting with his sleeves. "Shut up." Roman said, visibly excited. "No miss leads or pranks?" Asked Logan, grinning slightly as excitement and curiosity shined in his eyes. "No...no not this time. Ugh, why did we have to have a heartfelt moment??" Anxiety whined. "No pressure kiddo, this is a very accepting environment, however, if it isn't the name i think it is, i will lose it." Patton said. "Take your time Anxiety. There's no need to rush." Logan promised, smiling reassuringly. Anxiety fidgeted. "My name is......." He inhales, squeezing his eyes shut. "My name is Virgil!!!!" He said quickly, tensing up. "There, there, it's like a bandaid you just gotta rip it off-" He stopped rambling, looking up at the others nervously.

Roman snorted, getting a sharp look from Logan. "Virgil?" Patton tested. "But that doesn't end in a 'an' or a 'on'? Shouldn't it be... Virgan?" Roman snorted more. "Why is that so funny?" Logan said suddenly, eyeing Roman. Roman paused, frowned and looked away. "Um.. because, um... It's not." he mumbled. Logan nodded, before turning to Anx- Virgil with a smile. "Well i think it's a lovely name." Virgil softly smiled. "Yer! Its different, but i like different!" Patton added, beaming.

"It was.. Unexpected, but it took a lot to trust us with that knowledge. Thank you... Virgil." Roman said with a smile, dipping his head. Virgil was fully smiling now, very pleased with himself. "You can call me Virge." he said with a smirk. There was a couple seconds of silence, and then Patton squealed. "I call a movie family night!!!!!" Roman laughed, rolling his eyes as he ran a hand through his hair. Logan moved around to offer Virgil a hand to stand, giving Virgil's hand a little squeeze as he did so.

"Movie night?" Logan asked from over his shoulder. "Movie night!!!!" Patton declared, grabbing Virgil's and Logan's wrists, and dragged them both to the living room. "Roman! Get the popcorn!!!!" Logan and Virgil looked at each other, both expecting each other to know what the dad-like-side was on about, but they simply both shrugged. Patton led them into the living room, and let them go beaming. "You kiddos get comfy, I'm going to get the films so we can pick okay?" Logan slightly smiled, and nodded. "Okay Patton. Are you sure you don't want any help though?" "I'm sure kiddo!!!" Patton chirped, and with that, he was gone.

Logan and Virgil stood there for a few minutes, before Logan sighed, and plopped down on the couch. Virgil shuffled, shifting before curling up a few centimeters away from logan. The two sat in tense silence, before Roman bounded into the room with a massive bowl of popcorn. He was grinning, very pleased and excited about something, before snapping his fingers changing his clothes into a onesie- a beauty and the beast onesie to be exact. Patton came back in with a large stack of movies, already in a light grey cat onesie. "Are the onesies a.... normal thing?" Logan asked, tilting his head.

"There not a must, but there fluffy and comfy, so me and Roro always wear them when we have movie nights!!!" Patton giggled, flipping up the hood of the onesie, before flopping onto the couch and cuddling into a pillow. Virgil paused, shifted, and then snapped his fingers, instantly in a skeleton onesie that was one size too big for him. He wriggled, hiding away in the soft fabric. Logan paused, humming softly. Should he change? Won't the others laugh at him? He shifts more, before finching at a warm hand that placed itself on his shoulder. Logan looked up, and VIrgil was much closer than before. "Lo? You good?" Virgil asked softly, settling down into a kneeling position right next to Logan.

"Um, yes.." Logan said quietly and quickly. "Do you have a onesie?" Virgil asked. "You can wear it if you want, we aren't going to judge you." Logan paused again, biting the inside of his lip. He could lie. He could say that he didn't have a onesie. But yet.... he couldn't bring himself to lie to Virgil. With a small sigh and a nervous glance up, Logan lifted one hand and flicked his wrist, and suddenly soft fluffy cool fabric of his white and blue unicorn onesie wrapped around logan. Virgil smiled, and softly giggled. "It's adorable." He said with a large smile. Logan felt warmth blossom across his cheeks, and dipped his head down. "Thank you."

"No prob Lo." Virgil said, shifting back to his spot once more, but however he stayed closer, within hand holding reach. Roman selected the first movie, putting on Beauty and the beast, probably in tribute to his onesie. Probably half way through 2nd the movie, Logan began to wonder if he should go back to his room to work. Surely the others wouldn't mind, his presence wasn't essential for the movie. Logan, for the second time, was knocked out of his thoughts by a warm pressure pushing into his side. He blinked rapidly, and then looked down, only to find none other than Virgil, who had fallen asleep and was curled up into Logan, legs tucked into his chest and one arm curled around Logan's arm.

The weird warmth spread across Logan's cheeks and he carefully shifted his arm so it was draped across Virgil's back, and Virgil was snuggled into the side of Logan's chest. The embodiment of anxiety shifted in his sleep, and wrapped his arms around Logan's chest, nuzzling closely. Logan felt the warmth spread to his ears, and then smiled, choosing to stay, not wanting to awake the other. By the fifth movie only Logan and Roman were awake, Logan being used to staying up so late was still wide awake, and Roman was barely awake, yawning widely. "Welp, i think we should call it in for the night, right nerd?" roman said through a yawn, standing and stretching before scooping up a snoozing patton.

"Can you take care of Virgil? I've got Padre." Roman said with a small smile as the father figure cuddled roman with a small happy huff that Logan could hear from across the room. Logan carefully shifted Virgil into his lap, and Virgil responded by clinging to Logan tighter. Logan squeezed him back, just as tightly and Virgil relaxed seeming to understand the other wasn't going to leave. "Sure thing Roman. Sleep well." Logan said with a quick dip of his head. Logan turned, going to head upstairs. He would drop Virgil off at his room, and then he could return to work. It was only 11:34, he could go a little longer.

Logan continued to walk, and felt something soft brush his neck. He let his eyes drop to Virgil finding the other busily nuzzling away at Logan's neck slightly. Logan smiled, finally reaching Virgil's door. He carefully opened it, wandering in. He would have to make this quick, he didn't want to be nearly corrupted again. He walked to Virgil's bed, pausing there. He didn't really want to let go to the embodiment of anxiety, more or less wanting to hold them closer, to run his fingers through his hair and tell him how beautiful he is-

Logan shook the thoughts out of his head, blinking. Nope, not dealing with that. He carefully placed Virgil down, tucking him in, lightly brushing his bags out of his eyes. Logan stood there for a couple heart beats till he realised he was staring and that was really, really creepy. He softly sighed. "Pleasant dreams Virgil." Logan whispered, before sinking out back into his own room.

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Next

[infinite-hearts-333]

Broken pack, Broken wolf

Sander sides, Analogical (Eventually), Logan Angst, Werewolf AU

WARNING: really bad writing, angsty, lack of sleep and starvation, swearing I'll add to this

Before

Part 6- Let me mend you, dear.

Logan was bathing in warmth. It wasn't not normal, his pack normally snuggled up to each other at night, whether they be in human or wolf form. He let out a soft happy rumble as a hand carded through his hair with unbelievable gentleness. Empero? He rumbled, shifting closer. Are the others hunting? I thought I told you to wake me for hunting! When he didn't hear Empero's bark like laughter, he shifted more, now concerned and trying to open his eyes. Empero? Where are you?

"Shhh shh." Said a soothing male voice. "It's okay." The voice was nicely familiar, and he let a soft content growl. Who.... He mumbled. "It's okay Lo, I've got you." Everything clicked together. He was dead. That was Virgil. Logan softly whimpered, tucking closer to the other. "Shhh shhh it's okay, you're okay. I'm here." His body felt so, so, so heavy, his eyelids weighed down from lack of sleep. Normally, he would just wake up, like any other morning, but the difference this morning was that he was with someone. Werewolves can not sleep without another with them. So now that Logan was cuddling someone, his brain would make him sleep for as long as possible.

Virgil shifted him, patches of warmth pressing against his lower back and head, gently, carefully moving him and then,- Logan was dropped back into a world of bliss he nearly started crying. Warmth swallowed his whole form, pressing against his chest and warmth moved in hypnotising patterns down his back. "Oh shit- hey, hey hey hey hey! It's okay, it's okay, don't cry!" Virgil said in a slight panicked voice. Something moved from his back and gently brushed against his cheek, wiping away the tears. "Was that too much? Im so, so, so sorry! Do you want me to move you?"

"N-no!" Logan croaked out, his voice cracking. In his weak state he managed to tighten his grip, forcing his eyes to barely open, taking in the sight of a burry virgil. "P-please... stay.. J-just not use t-to it.." he choked out. Virgil didn't say anything, most likely nodding, since he was slightly shifted once more, before the both of them settled down and stilled. Logan guessed he was laying on top of Virgil, since he was rising and falling with Virgil's breathing. "T-t-thank you...." Logan mumbled. "I-i've been so l-lonely.... S-so tired.... C-can't sleep... w-without.."

"Shhhhhh, shhh it's okay Lo, i'm here now. I'm going to help you. I swear." Virgil said in a soft gentle voice carding a hand through Logan's hair and stroking the other's ears. Logan softly whimpered. "S-s-so tired......" Logan wheezed out. "Then rest, i'm not going anywhere. I'll summon us some food and I'll send Princy and Dad a text, m'kay?" "B-but my w-work-" Virgil made a snorting sound. "But your work nothing, you are resting, full stop. You can't even open your eyes, let alone stand!"

Logan softly huffed, but said nothing curling in closely. Virgil smirked, proud that he won the argument. Logan's ears perked as he picked up a clicking noise from above him. "It's okay." Virgil said softly. "I'm just texting Pat and princy." Logan sluggishly nodded, and let his eyes slip shut and finally, for the first time in three years, Logan fell asleep without a problem.

Virgil stayed by Logan's side, lightly rubbing the others back as he used one hand to messily text the others.

😈EMO BOI😈: yo guys

🐶Pop-Star🐶: Hiya kiddo!

🌟Sir-Sing-a-lot🌟: yes Shirley temple?

😈EMO BOI😈: Specs isn't feeling great. I'm gonna stay with him till he's better k?

🌟Sir-Sing-a-lot🌟: oh~ are you sure that's the only thing dark and stormy knight~? I've seen the faces you make at our nerd~!

🐶Pop-Star🐶:oh no! 😢😢 Should I make him some soup??? 😁

😈EMO BOI😈: Back off princy!!

😈EMO BOI😈: and yer pat that would be great

🐶Pop-Star🐶: Okie dokey!!!

Virgil softly sighed, placing his phone back down and went back cuddling Logan. Logan rumbled happily and Virgil smiled, pressing a small kiss to Logan forehead out of pure impulse, and then blushed furiously and pretended it never happened, laying down properly, cuddling and playing with Logan's ears lovingly.

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~Sorry I haven't been posting lately, life's been ruff, and exams and all that ish. Also, sorry it isn't as long as normal, nor as good as I can do so Yer.... sorry.~

Next

[infinite-hearts-333]

Broken pack, Broken wolf

Sander sides, Analogical (Eventually), Logan Angst, Werewolf AU

WARNING: really bad writing, angsty, lack of sleep and starvation, swearing I'll add to this

Part 1- Home? Right.

Introduction

Streaks of black, brown, blond, beige and white, dashing through the growth of thick canopy and shrubs, the crunching of the leaf litter under paw, howls, barks and yips- to some, the sound of the wild, nature, rippling and changing like the tides. But to others, it was music, a language, a meaning in each sound, each movement.

‘Catch me if you can!’

‘Come on Empero you're the fastest!!’

‘Dussssssk!!!! You stood on my tail!’

‘Sorry….’

‘Last one to the river has to clean up after hunting!!!!’

‘Oh, you're on!’

‘Guuuysssss, wait up! You know i’m slow!’

‘I’ll wait for you Jackson. Come on, we’ll talk about the soul quadrant again!’

Wolves, barking, snarling and howling, chasing each other through the clearings, their footsteps near silent on the autumn leaves. A pack, an odd pack, but a pack nonetheless. The others played, chasing each other as they raced to the river, leaving the black one and the three-legged beige one to slowly follow. The two softly barked to each other, almost like they were talking, and the black on leaned over, and nuzzled the other.

‘Did you hear that?’

‘Yes….. wait a minute- JACKSON WATCH OUT!’

BANG!!!

-Welcome, new side!-

Where…. Where am i?

-Your in the mind place!-

Mind…..? Where's Jackson?!

-I’m sorry Logan, but you’ve died. You're now a side, a figment of Thomas Sanders logic!-

Jackson!? Empero!? Hazel!? Dusk?! ANYONE!??!?!?

-Shall we get you ready to be a side?-

NO!!!! TAKE ME BACK! TAKE ME BACK! My pack… they need me!!!! Please!!!!

-I’m sorry Logan, but i can't take you back. Would you prefer it if I erased your memories?-

DON’T YOU DARE!!!! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!!! I NEED MY PACK!

-Oh well, Logan, or Logic, good luck.-

LET ME G-

Morality was humming, happily chatting to Creativity when a glowing navy blue light began to form in the middle of the room. Creativity flinched, eyes wide. "It's okay!!" Chirped Morality. "It's a new side!!!!" A voice ran out from the roof.

-Logic Sanders has manifested, he remembers his death-

Logic, as the voice (Morality calls them Bailey) called him, appeared once the light faded, eyes frantic and wide. He wore a simple black polo with a tie, along with navy sneakers and black tightly fitted jeans. "WHO ARE YOU?!?!" Logic screeched, dropping to all fours and backing up. "Woah, woah, easy there kiddo we are gon-" Morality started.

"TAKE ME BACK! TAKE ME BACK, TAKE ME BACK!!!!!! I WANT MY PACK!!!!" Logic yelled, tears beginning to weld up in his eyes.

"I WANT MY PACK!" he shouted again, bringing his hands up to yank at his hair. Creativity went for his sword, not used to yelling, as Morality flinched, shocked, before crouching raising his hands up in a surrendering position. "Hey, it's okay, i'm not going to harm you. Your Logic right? I'm Morality. Behind me is Creativity."

Logic hissed, but it was muddled up with sobs. "I w-want my p-pack.." he sobbed out again. "I know i know, but it's okay.. You're safe now." Morality said in a soothing voice, moving closer to the distressed side. He didn't really know what the logical one was on about, but he agreed in hope of soothing the other.

However, Morality moving seemed to only panic the side even more, and Logic suddenly moved his foot in one sweep, knocking Morality over from their unstable crouched position and took off, sprinting away at incredible quick speed. "Morality!" Chimed the other side- Creativity, who quickly moved to help the other.

Logan ran and ran and ran and ran. He would run until he found his pack, or somewhere safe to hatch a plan. He zipped around a corner, finding yet another hall, but this one had doors. Baby blue, bold gold and a beautiful midnight navy blue. He paused, but yet it just felt.... right. He quickly opened the navy door, closing it and locking it behind him.

The room was massive, spacatious, and the roof was printed with a imagine of the soul quadrant, the soul holders sparkling against the blacky-blue. All of the walls were navy blue, and the floor was swaddled in a thick soft grey material. A den was placed on the floor in the far left corner, a desk to the right, along with a cupboard, mirror and a bookshelf, stacked with books of all sorts. Near the den was a chest, and a key was placed on top, in plain sight.

Logan slowly approached the chest, cautious, and took the key. The key head was imprinted with logan's packs symbol, two wolves curled into each other one the light of the moon the other the dark. It had a thread on it, so Logan could wear it like a necklace.

He crouched, slotting the key into the keyhole on the chest and carefully opened it. It was filled with items of collection form logan life with the pack, rocks Dusk got from the river, the three hollow nut set Hazel had, Empero's spear, Jackson's pinecone, Logan's fish toy from his age as a pup and finally, four stuffed wolves, each a childish version of logan's pack mates with stubby legs and button eyes. Logan's eyes started to water again, and he picked up the Jackson plushy, and found it had his scent rubbed all over it. That sort of helped with the need for his pack.

Logan scooped up all of the plushies, holding them close as the first sob ripped from Logan's form. He wanted his pack.... So, so badly.. A second sob, and then a third, and soon enough, Logan was crying uncontrollably, messy emotional tears streaming from his eyes as he choked out sobs and gasped for breath. A soft, upset, desperate whine came from the new Logical side's throat, and he also scooped up his fish toy, placing the tail in his mouth as he locked the chest and slipped the key/necklace around his neck.

He quietly half-crawled to the den, chewing on the toy fish- which was quite helpful, distracting. He crawled into the den, which was made up of a massive firm pillow on the floor and lots of smaller, but still quite large pillows and a thick warm blanket. Logan wriggled himself under the blanket, kicking off his shoes. His plush pack mates were still firmly pressed to his chest, and he curled around them, settling down into the mass of fluff as he chewed his fish.

He used to pretend to hate it, teething that is- it was silly and only pups do it.... But he found it calming almost so, here he was, twenty-one and still teething. Now that he was calmer, more relaxed, and still cuddling the plush pack close, he noticed something. His tail. It was gone. The realisation hit him like a lightning bolt and he sharply sat up, staring at the spot his tail should be. His hands quickly moved to his head to check for his fluffy black wolf ears, but they too, were gone.

Before Logan's panic got any worse, a voice interrupted.

-Don't worry, Logan.-

"Don't worry!?!" Snarled Logan. "DON'T WORRY?!?! I LOST MY PACK, AND NOW MY TAIL AND EARS TO?!?!?!!"

-If you listen, i can give them back.-

The voice said coolly, almost annoyed. Logan growled, and he could imagine his tail tucked in between his legs, ears flat in a sign of anger and distrust, but stayed quiet.

-You should be thanking me, I hid them for you so you wouldn't freak out the other sides. Creativity is sensitive, they are becoming unstable. I'm sure you wouldn't like being attacked the minute your tossed into a new place correct?-

Logan paused, shifting, and then nodded.

-My thoughts exactly. Also, I brought you the chest. You are the only side that past life had a form of 'pack' so i made an exception. I have researched, and i know it can be difficult without your pack.-

Logan made a soft noise, looking down at the key necklace and plushies, shifted more and then quietly spoke. "Th... thank you."

-It is not a problem Logan, I am only doing my job. Also, I'm only going to be around until all the sides have manifested, and after that I'll vanish.-

"Oh... okay then... thank you again though.." Logan said softly, weakly smiling.

-No problem Logan. Good bye.-

The voice stopped, and Logan felt something warm and fluff curl around one of his legs and his hearing sharpened, he could hear the other sides from outside. He softly let out a sigh of relief, grooming one hand through his thick, black, slicky tail before curling up once more among the pillows and plushies. But he knew, without his real pack, it will be a long time till he was granted the sweet release of unconsciousness.

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Next

[infinite-hearts-333]

Broken pack, Broken wolf

Sander sides, Analogical (Eventually), Logan Angst, Werewolf AU

WARNING: really bad writing, angsty, lack of sleep and starvation, swearing I'll add to this

Before

Part 3- Enter Anxiety

First couple of days were.... Interesting, but soon enough, things fell into a nice steady rhythm once more. Get up (Whether he was awake already or not), get changed- if he found the energy to wear his fluffy unicorn onesie to bed, put on foundation to hide his bags, eat breakfast with Roman and Patton, retire to his room for the rest of the day until he became exhausted and go to bed, repeat. It took three weeks for his stomach to get used to this new intake of food, and it took five days for Logan to be able to hold his breakfast down. He never came out for dinner, always far too full to eat anything else without being sick.

He, after a few trials and errors, found that the other sides awoke at a certain time, so he edited his morning a little so he was the first awake, around seven thirty, so he could read for a bit while he waited. It also helped since when Logan was tired his ears and tail enjoyed popping out for no reason, plus it was nice to sit comfortably with a cup of coffee (his new goddess/god, sorry Artemis) and read in blissful quietness until Patton woke up and began cooking.

Okay, truth time. Logan hated change. He liked following a routine and instructions, in fact, not that he liked to admit it, it took him three days to convince himself to exit his room and meet the others. So it was understandable that he had a hard time getting use to anything new. Like his current situation.

There was a person. Sitting on the counter. Logan blinked, and shuffled quietly, wondering if he should leave and wait for Patton to wake up. The man reminded Logan of Empero, when she had just woken up after staying on guard for nearly half the night, sitting cross-legged on the bench, leaning over a cup of steaming coffee that he was cradling in his hands. His eyes were half-lidded, boring holes into the cupboard from under his purple tinted hair that covered his eyes. He had eyeshadow under his eyes, skinny ripped jeans and a grey sleeve and black hoodie.

After a few nervous moments, the man noticed Logan standing awkwardly in the hallway door, wrinkled up his nose, and hissed. Logan, in reflex, growled back making the man's eyes widened slightly, and dipped his head. Logan became even more confused, for he wasn't sure if the man was human, if he was, what dipping the head may of ment in human body language. He couldn't pick up on any werewolf scent, sadly, but he took the man's head dip as a sign of submission, and quickly stalked across the room to select his galaxy cup and began making coffee for himself.

Logan didn't speak, clicking buttons to make his coffee, and went over to the fridge to collect the milk and the toast, and then to the cupboard to collect a type of jam called crofters which Logan enjoyed quite a bit. He poured the milk into his coffee, and placed two pieces of toast in the toaster. He paused, and then turned to the new side still sitting on the counter. "You..... do you want some toast?" He asked softly, completely turning around. The male narrowed his eyes, taking a long sip from his coffee and then fiddled with his sleeves.

"Yes.. please." he said, equally as quiet. Logan softly smiled. He was just nervous, like Logan was when he first met the others. Logan was determined to make this side feel welcomed, and not have to take time to realise by himself it was safe, like Logan had to. He turned back to the toaster, and once the toast popped, he collected it taking it and some butter and jam, over to the other side with a small smile. He placed it next to him. "There you go. Did you just manifester? Also I should warn that there are two more sides, and both of them are quite loud."

"N-no... I'm from somewhere else... and thanks, good to know." the side gave Logan a small smile back, carefully taking the plate. "Well I'm logan. Do you have a name or something I could call you by?" the man paused, swallowing and staring at the toast. "Anxiety." he said in a bare whisper. "Very well Anxiety." Logan said, turning back to work on his own food, before pausing. "Um, do you mind... if i join you?" Logan asked.

"Y-yer! Sure, h-here let me." Anxiety shuffled around, scooting over and giving Logan some room. Logan smiled, hopping up onto the bench. The two ate in peaceful silence, the only noises in the kitchen were the soft tapping of Anxiety's fingers, clinking of cups being placed down and crunching of the toast. It was nice, calming, and Logan thought he wouldn't mind this change. Both Logan and Anxiety could hear Patton running down the stairs, and Anxiety quickly excused himself, and vanished. Logan's eyes slightly widened, but he couldn't question it, given the side was no longer there.

Anxiety's existence was, well... interesting. The anxious trait was a little all over the show, switching from shy and nervous, softly mumbling questions and answers, to cocky and snarky, capable of bruising roman's ego six times over. He seemed to tolerate Patton, because well, who couldn't? He was nice to everyone. Anxiety slowly appeared in the mornings as well, randomly, not that logan minded. He never stuck around long enough to be caught by Roman and Patton, and since Logan was the only one awake at the hour, he assumed that Anxiety had grown to like him.

Which was... nice, he guessed. The two would trade questions and ideas, theories and knowledge, and occasionally, Logan would bring a book and read it to the darkly dressed side. Eventually, anxiety started to open up about their own likes, and started to strike different conversations than Logan always starting the conversations and asking questions or bringing up topics. Anxiety seemed to always be very interested in things like 'SCP's' or 'cryptids' which then logan spend the rest of the day researching about because, 1) if they were real, Logan was very concerned, and 2) and there is nO WAY THAT AN ORANGE BLOB IS CAPABLE OF HUMAN THOUGHT. (That's SCP- 999 for you Logan-)

Quick visit to google moved they were both very, very fictional, thank Artemis.

Once virgil even brought something of his own to logan. "It's.... a tiny laptop?" Quizzed logan, blinking down at the small rectangular object in Anxiety's hands. "Pfft- no. It's a phone, you dork. I thought logic knew everything?" Logan went red in embarrassment.

"Falsehood. I don't know everything, even as Logic. Our.... past lives affect our knowledge, thoughts and beliefs." Logan hesitated for a second before bringing up the term 'past lives' for apparently he wasn't the only one with a rough past. Virgil tensed, before forcing himself to relax, patting his spot next to him. Logan hopped up with the plate of toast placing it in between them. "So.. it's called a phone? What does it do?" Logan asked quietly.

"It's like a laptop i guess. You kinda do whatever you want with it, you could get games, it lets you communicate from long distances, a lot of stuff." Anxiety said, semi leaning back. Logan made a small noise of approval. "It's kind of, not kinda. And interesting. And what does this have to do with books?" Logan asked, tilting his head. Anxiety rolled his eyes at the correction, but smirked, holding up the phone. "I have something called a audio book. It's where someone records them reading a book out loud and you can listen to it." Logan visibly perked at that.

"Really? That's... quite impressive." he stared intensely down at the phone. Anxiety scoffed. "Whatever ya say teach. Do you remember when I told you about nightvale?" he said, beginning to nervously fiddle with his sleeves, a sign Logan picked as him being unsure. "You not ya, and yes i do recall that. It sounds.... Quite peculiar." Logan hummed, remember that morning ended up being a debate about the purposes of a dog park that no one was allowed in.

"Well..." Anxiety said in an even quieter voice. "It's a podcast... and i was wondering if you would like to listen to it with me. I'll start from the beginning if you want! And it's okay if you don't want to. I just thought it would be nice, since you're always bringing something, and I didn't want to only take and not give something back-'' Anxiety began to rant, and Logan softly chuckled. "Anxiety." Logan said, snapping the others attention from their rant. "I would love to." Logan continued, allowing a small smile.

Anxiety blinked, once, twice, and then began fumbling furiously with a bunch of cables. "Right! Right, right, right..." He softly cursed under his breath as he found his cables in a knot, but Logan waited patiently, picking up one of the pieces of toast and taking a bite out of it. Once Anxiety undid the knot, he passed a single bud to logan, and stuffed the other in his ear. "Put this in your ear. It makes it so only we can hear the audio book and no one else." Virgil explained, giving logan a slight weak smile. Logan returned a reassuring smile, taking the bud and carefully placing it in his ear- thankfully, human ears appeared whenever he hid his wolf ears.

He tried to ignore the warnings flashing in the back of his head, saying that humans are dangerous, and readjusted the bud so it sat comfortably. Virgil fiddled with his phone, clicking on the smooth black screen. The next thing Logan knew someone was talking, crisp and clear in his ear, followed by weird nice non-talking noises. Logan flinched, shocked and confused and Anxiety softly chuckled. "Easy there, it's okay. This is the podcast." He hummed along with the odd melody.

"What's that noise?" Logan asked, straining his ears to listen carefully. "Behind the voice? It's not talking... what is it?" Anxiety blinked, trying to figure out what Logan was talking about. "Do you mean... music?" "Music?" Logan echoed, testing the word out. "Yer, it's the thing in the background, it sounds like.." Anxiety paused, and then hummed a couple of the notes. Logan stared curiously, humming a couple of his own notes. "Yes, that." Logan clarified. "That's music. People write a lot of music in my past life, called songs. You can get songs like this, where there are no lyrics- lyrics are words that people put in the songs, or with lyrics. If you want, i could put on a couple songs after this." Anxiety offered.

Logan hummed and nodded, focusing on the voice that had started talking. After a few minutes, Logan wrinkled his nose, turning to look at a grinning Anxiety. "The glow cloud?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow. "All hail the glow cloud!" Chirped Anxiety, giggling and grinning. "You do realise that a glowing cloud that rains dead animals is ridiculous and illogical, right?" Logan asked, taking another bite of his toast. Anxiety rolled his eyes and snorted, smirking. "Well i find it ridiculous and illogical that you didn't know what a phone or music was." "Touche." hummed logan, closing one eye and then froze when something warm pushed against his back.

He turned his head a bit only to find Anxiety was leaning against Logan's back, eyes closed with a small content smile as we listened to the pod cast. Logan inhaled and softly smiled, leaning back as well, taking in the warmth from the other, treasuring this moment that was sickly alike back when he was with his pack. But in the presence of Anxiety, Logan couldn't find the ability to be sad.

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Next

[infinite-hearts-333]

Broken pack, Broken wolf

Sander sides, Analogical (Eventually), Logan Angst, Werewolf AU

WARNING: really bad writing, angsty, lack of sleep and starvation, swearing I'll add to this

Before

Part 2- Purpose, and... family?

Logan never left his room. Well, that's what the sides believed. Truthfully, every second night, he snuck out of his room in the middle of the night to steal snacks from the kitchen- well, once he found it. It was hard to sleep without the comforting weight of his pack around him, so Logan read and fingered out what his purpose was here until he passed out from exhaustion. Which... wasn't healthy... but he couldn't help it.

Moving on, his purpose. Apparently, he was inside a human's head- in the form of a figment of the male's imagination also known as one of his 'sides'. Logan, was the male's- also known as Thomas- Logical side. There are other sides as well, Morality and Creativity, the ones he met when he first manifested, and others as well, known as Deceit and Paranoia.

Logan, once informed on where the hell he was, began to work. How he knew what to do- he had no clue whatsoever. He just sat, and suddenly, he was typing and writing and planning, it helped to pass the time, distracting him from the hole in his heart that craved touch from his pack.

Logan stayed in his room, never coming out to interact with any of the sides. Even when Creativity lost stability and split in two, Logan remained seated in his room, the only change in routine was that he stayed in the den, curled up to hide from the scream as a side split in two.

Days turned to weeks, then to months, then years. Life became a sick pattern, wake up (sometimes he was already awake), eat any leftovers, work until he was exhausted and crawl back into his den. Some nights, Logan would cry himself to sleep, unable to remove the last image before his death- Jackson's horrified face, maw opened in a shout. 'LOGAN!'

The bags under his eyes became darker and darker, for Logan couldn't sleep without his pack, and the couple of hours of sleep he got from collapsing from exhaustion were cut short from Logan awakening, screaming and crying from night terrors.

Eventually, Logan came to the facts that crying was going to do nothing. His pack would move on, not knowing he was alive. .....could this even be counted as being alive? So he got rid of it all. All of his emotions, he repressed them, ignored them, hid them, and focused on his work instead.

And soon enough, Logan could hold a straight face from dawn till dusk. Only then, did he go outside in the day. He walked to the cupboard that he had never touched, swinging the door open and studied the clothes inside.

He got unchanged, dressed, and brushed his hair carefully, folding his ears down until they vanished against his will. Two flicks of his tail, and his tail vanished as well. A unicorn onesie sat in his cupboard, and he stared at it for a few minutes and then tossed it into the den. Removing his glasses, Logan smeared foundation under his eyes to hide the bags, before placing his glasses back on.

He inhaled, clutching the key hanging around his neck, and then unlocked the door for the first time, and stepped outside into the hallway.

Logan hadn't expected a welcome, more of a... threat for near-attacking Morality when they first met. But, instead when he walked into the kitchen he got a happy, cheerful: "Oh, hi!! You came out of your room!"

Was this guy serious? Or did he have some form of brain damage or memory issue? "Um... yes?" Logan said slowly, unsure. Morality giggled softly, beaming up at him. "Sorry if i scared you when we first met, i'm a little too affectionate sometimes. I moved a little too quickly for your liking right?" Logan blinked, once, twice before mentally screaming at himself to talk. "Oh.. um, yer. I'm also sorry." he shuffled a little on the spot.

"It's okay, you were scared!" The bubbly side chirped, turning back to cooking pancakes. Logan blinked again. He just dropped it? Just like that? Wasn't he mad? "Your.... Your not mad?" He asked quietly. Morality quickly turned, a horrified look on his face. "God no! Why would I? You were scared, and I got too close. And you didn't harm me, only knocked me over."

Logan frowned slightly, filing the info away for later. Empero and Jackson warned the other pack mates of the dangers of being near and interacting with humans, how they are selfish, self absorbed beings that only care about themselves. Empero's birth pack had been genetically changed, forced through artificial selection so the humans could take the strongest pups and use them to hunt and as weapons. Jackson was born domestic, and submission was beaten into him, causing the loss of his front left leg.

Logan expected to at least be yelled at. Well, he did look human, maybe they were kinder to their own species. Who knows, maybe humans have packs of their own. A bolt of hope rocketed through logan. Maybe... just maybe... he would be able to be part of a pack again. The idea of being rid of the horrid pain in his heart made Logan want to curl up on the floor and cry from relief.

"HELLO PADRE AND SMALL NERD~!" someone yelled from behind Logan, spooking him. Logan whipped around, and without thinking decked the man in the face. Morality yelped, and the man- who looked absolutely ridiculous in a pristine white prince outfit- stubbled back, blinking rapidly. Logan froze, eyes wide. Shit.

Prince-boy as Logan decided to dub him, stared right at Logan, before a massive grin broke out on his face as he stood upright and rubbed his jaw. "Nice to know i'm not the only one who knows how to throw a punch! Chill nerd, i ain't gonna attack you." Logan was in a near crouch position, prepared to bolt or attack, but semi-relaxed after prince-boy's words. Humans were truly strange.... "It's: i'm not going to attack you." Logan corrected, narrowing his eyes slightly as he lowered his guard.

Prince-boy scoffed, and rolled his eyes. "Whatever, name's Roman, what's yours?" Prince-bo- no, Roman, asked holding a hand out to shake. Logan flinched at the sudden movement, and slowly took the hand with a firm grip, shaking it before releasing. "Logan..." Logan said in a soft voice. "And i'm patton, but you can call me dad!" Chirped Morali- Patton, beaming as he flipped a pancake.

Roman snickered, and Logan raised an eyebrow studying over both of the sides that he would be living with for the rest of Thomas's lives. Roman bounded over to patton, leaning against the other affectionately as he peeked over Patton's shoulders to look at the pancakes. "Looks good patty-cake!" Roman said with a smile. Logan watched, heart throbbing with the want to be apart of that, to be held and hugged and be back with his pack-

No. That life, it was over. He couldn't have that any more. Instead, Logan trotted around and sat at the bench, lifting one hand and flicked his wrist to summon a book he had been reading. He ran his tongue over his teeth as he opened to the book-marked page, and began reading. He read in peace for a while, until the smell of pancakes and freshly melted butter increased causing his stomach to growl in demand of food for being so neglected.

"Here you are kiddo!!! I hope you like pancakes, I was in a bit of a baking mood!" Patton giggled, beaming that unnaturally bright smile and it took all of Logan's willpower not to shy away. Logan's gaze dropped, down to the neat stack of pancakes with butter, jam and syrup, causing him to salivate. "This.... This is mine?" He asked softly, tilting his head. "Of course!" Patton said, pushing a plate to roman who had seated next to him. "I wouldn't give it to you if it wasn't!!" Logan paused, swallowing, and then carefully reached out and pulled the plate closer.

He watched Patton and Roman carefully, and he cut off a piece, quickly sniffing it before sticking it in his mouth. Roman wasn't paying any attention to the werewolf, shoving the pancakes into his mouth happily, relishing the sweet taste. Patton was half watching, not enough to pick up on Logan's cautious behaviour, but enough to know they were eating.

Logan slightly melted. It was delicious, the light and fluffy pancakes seeming to melt in his mouth, and the jam proved the perfect amount of sweetness. Logan was starving from his bad diet and couldn't help but shove more food into his mouth, stuffing himself silly. The back of his mind warned him that if he continued he was most likely going to be horrible sick, and have the worst of stomachaches, but he was too hungry to care.

"Woah! Easy there kiddo, you'll give yourself a stomach ache! The food isn't going anywhere!" Patton joked. Logan forced himself to go slower, out of the want for the others not to know about his... lack of self care, but also out of a primal fear that they may take it away if he didn't slow down. He slowly chewed his food, focusing on the texture and taste to distract himself.

Soon enough all of Logan's food had vanished, and he already felt a little sick. He scooped up his plate, wandering into the kitchen, washed it, put it away and went to turn to leave before twisting his head over his shoulder to look at the others. Roman was chattering on about something, and Patton had just turned his attention to Logan. "Were you going kiddo?" He asked, tilting his head. "Back to my room, I have a lot of work I need to attend to." Logan answered simply.

"Oh... okay then! We'll see you again right? Maybe tonight or tomorrow?" Patton asked, sounding a little disappointed that the new side didn't want to stay longer. "Maybe." Logan said, and turned disappearing down the halls. When Logan got back to his room, he definitely regretted eating so much, for his gag reflex kicked in and Logan rushed to the bin near his desk and threw up half of his breakfast. Acid and bile mixed together horribly in his mouth, leaving him gagging even more as tears formed in his eyes. He whined softly, causing more pain to form in his throat as his ears and tail appeared, ears flat and tail tucked in between his legs.

'Eat less next time.' he thought bitterly to himself, summoning a glass of water, chugging the whole thing and then crawled into the den, curling up into a tight ball leaving Logan to wander in and out of light uneasy sleep for the rest of the day. So much for 'work he had to attend to.'

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