What Would You Guys Do If I Wrote A One-Shot About TheSanders Sides?

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? 

'A Siren of Madness and Maniacal Misunderstandings'

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."

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

Hey guys, you want some Logan angst? I’ll have it posted in an hour.

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