The Good Doctor Doesn't Seem That Well...

The Good Doctor doesn't seem that well...

What Would you guys do if I Wrote a One-Shot About the Sanders Sides?

I based this blog on Markiplier Egos. Then threw in the Septicegos (Who you will see more of s̴ooń) Since I just brought the septicegos here, do you all think it would be too much change at once to maybe write some Sanders Sides? 

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It was after he had woken up. He remembers what he taught him in times like these. He had taught him, when panic invades his mind, tearing him from within. Count down from five, and breathe.

Five things you See. Red. Red was all. Pink is what he was used to seeing, but after blinking away some of that dreadful red.

Breath.

He saw the black metal floor,

Blink,

A flashing blue and red light,

Blink,

A small figure in the distance, and something seemingly waving behind her. Her? Wha- No, his breathing sped up and he knew he had to focus, something he wasn’t exactly known for. That’s for sure.

Breath.

He saw wires scattered around him as if they had been torn apart in a fight.

Four things he can feel, What can he feel? Pain. His chest was set aflame as his life force flooded out of him. Drain his very existence. Speaking of it,

There was a wet feeling on his fingers and left the side of his chest. And as his body went cold,

Warmth came with the blood. Ah, that’s what the red meant.

Breath.

His head was stuffed with cotton, and all his thoughts were on him.

Breath.

Why?

Breath.

He felt guilt claw its way through what was left of his chest and up to his throat, leaving his lips as a sob. He almost heard his voice in his ears confronting his thoughts and chaos that was his soul. He had to focus.

Three things he could hear.

Approaching steps,

A terrible ringing,

Why?

His heartbeat.

Why?

Two things he could smell.

Nothing. the warmth of the earth slipped away to absolutely nothing, no, less than nothing.

Less than nothing is what his existence had become. He was worthless for not being able t…

His world became red,

WHY?

He was his fucking friend,m, he had done everything he could, it was not his fault for what happened! He did what he had too, It wasn’t his fault Host was a fucking unstable mess.  It wasn’t his fault, iT WASNT HIS DAMN FAULT.

HOW. HOW COULD HE?!

His world flooded back in red as the fire in his chest changed to a different kind of destruction. Instead of it destroying him. It wanted to destroy the world around him. To tear it all apart and dance on the ashes and traitor who dared to say he didn’t have their best interest in mind. Wilford knows whats best.

How dare he?!

He felt his powers surged around him as reality was suddenly bending to him once more and ecstasy flooded through his veins. Finally. Finally. He was in control again. Finally. The world was his again. He took the strings of reality and bent everything around him to chaos. Not the pink chaos he was known for. But a strange monochrome that was familiar to another ego. He screamed. He screamed as loud as he could, in rage and agony and the disappearing guilt. And in the chaos and madness, he could almost hear Amy screams.

Um, hi me again. Are you okay? You haven't posted in a while...

Hello, hello.I didn't want to make another announcement, I know that everyone thinks those are annoying, I was just gonna wait another day and leave an authors note in the next chapter.  But I guess I’ll just answer it here. I went to see the solar eclipse and it was a VERY long drive. I was so busy packing, I forgot to work on the next chapter, or post any artwork at all. I worked on artwork during the drive, but I can't show you any of the artwork because it contains spoilers for where the plot is going in AbG. (Abandoned by God) I’ll try to have the next chapter posted tomorrow, Its about 1/4 done right now, but I think I can pull an all-nighter than grammar check it tomorrow. :) As for feeling okay,

I haven't been feeling myself lately...

Sanders Sides, A Slip of the Tongue. Part 2. Poor Logan.

How do you fix a problem you didn't know existed?

Recognized it.

How do you fix a problem with an unknown cause?

Locate it.

All things Logan knew, things he lived by, the very core of his existence was to help and fix Thomas, no that was Patton's job. Why was he getting confused? He had never been confused before. No, He provided solutions to Thomas problems, and thus fixed Thomas indirectly. He was Logic, the cold, analytical Diagnostic Troubleshooter. And that was no joke, He really was like diagnostic program in a computer. Identifying flaws and provide methods to avoid such problems in the future. No,

That was Virgil.

Virgil was the problem identifier, but it was Logan as well. It had become so clear to him lately how easy he could be replaced. It was so easy. Mix Virgils critical mind with Patton wits and finally finish it him off with Romans confidence, and suddenly he was no longer needed. They were all parts of a whole, he didn't realize that they could make up each other, they were all supposed to make up Thomas. It didn't make sense. Why did nothing make sense until it was against him? It was so easy to replace him, Patton and Romen had even used words such like Logan has never thought to even begin to suspect they knew. He was failing by not looking at things from all directions. He had one job and he was slipping as the others took his place. And here he was, in his own thoughts using the same word. Words. He's slipping again. Easy it was so easy. Replaceable. You know more than this! It was, Undemanding, Paltry, Yielding, Uncomplicated, Straightforward, Snap, Elementary, Childs Play, Simple as A B Fucking C. You have one God damn job, Logan! Fix the problem! Do the one thing they haven't taken yet! He runs through his questions again, the questions he asks when ever one of Thomas never ending line of predicaments pops up and he has to rush and fix it. Okay, Cross-examining everything, what is next.

How do you fix a problem when even after every analysis from every angle you still cannot pin point the cause nor solution?

That was a question Logan had not thought of in a long time.

What was hurting Thomas, what was hurting him? What was the problem?

Virgil? No. If anything after that stunt Romen pulled he was quiet, He showed up but didn't offer anything useful to the discussion, Next? Roemn, Not likely. And even if he was, he was only part of the problem. Romen was almost never the main culprit when it came to causing Thomas problems. Especially not the one that made Logan want to bash his head against the wall till he was gone because no matter what he did, no matter the angle it was unsolvable. Patton? He was the heart, but Patton had been calm lately. It was hard to imagine, but with Virgil down, he was almost acting responsible, Like... an adult... But it had to be on of them! Who else could?... It was like a Rubix cube in his mind. Switching and shifting faster than Logan could properly process. His breathing sped up. Shift. The stress Thomas had been feeling wasn't fear, Blue, Up. Right Side, Red. White, left side. Shift. Romen was acting strangely but he wasn't the source. Up, White. Down, Yellow. Middle Square, Green. Patton was acting like an adult. Middle square always told what color belonged on any given side, Thomas was beating himself down. Up, Patton. Shift Romen to the side out of sight. He didn't mean to. He thought he- Downgrade Virgil, and middle square, Thomas. No. The middle square was- A question formed in his head, poisoning him with that sick feeling that materialized in his very being and corroding his logic with guilt. That sick, sick, emotional feeling that had first sunk his heart when they had all stayed in Virgil's room for too long. It had stayed with him and he just. The question.

How do you fix the problem when you are the problem?

The middle square was him. He was the one hurting the others. The entire time he had been yelling at himself to fix the problem but, he.

How do you fix yourself?

His breathing sped up as he gazed deep into his eyes, reflected in the mirror before him. He was disparage of his expression. What a pitiful one. He was pitiful. He was failing at his one and only job. Fix the problem. Even now he could hear the unidentifiable voice resonate through his skull. Fix it. Solve it. Fix it. FIX it. FiX IT.

FIX IT!

"I'm trying!" He fired back. Okay, So. What does he do?! His breathing sped up far beyond normal as a fast rhythmic banging that to Logan only served as a metronome to his breathing. Which only sped up more.

Everything was swirling and electrifying him as he no longer felt physical or even a facet of Thomas personality. He was disjointed as reality gave way to his frenzy of consternation and stupefaction at the feeling of being nothing.

"I've decided to duck out."

Is this what Virgil wanted? It was insanity, and confusing, and it hurt so much to become undone and release his hold on Thomas. He was so ingrained in the young man's mind, but it was only logical to fix the problem. Ah, the voices were back, still screaming at him to fix the problem. He remembers the conversation with Romen where he was so hurt, so angry at this obvious betrayal at the gloomy trait.

"I already fixed it! And you will NOT make the same mistake, Understood?"

The metronome suddenly grew louder and then stopped as his vision flicked in and out revealing the crying face of... One of the other traits.

Dark eyes and yelling and What do you think you're doing? Logan, What have you done?!

He breathed out, trying to explain himself, trying to condense his entire existence into one sentence. He was a man of many words, but he felt like this one sentence would be enough.

The few tears that made their way to the others clothes highlighted the black to gray, but Logan simply reached up and fixed his glasses as the world went dark.

"I'm fixing the problem, Virgil. Just like you."

An Important Announcement!

Sorry I haven't been posting lately, highschool started up again and my shedule has been thrown out the window. I only need a day or two more to right myself, but don't worry. I might just have something planned on the 8th to make up for it. I promise this will be, A҉t ̴t͏h̵e ͟very͡ ̷l̛e͜a̢st, fun interesting! Thank you all for being patient, I'll talk to you all later. :)