Sanders Sides, A Slip Of The Tongue.

Sanders Sides, A Slip of the Tongue.

Roman had in no way meant the insult he had carelessly thrown that day. It's just, Thomas was being incredibly stubborn with the trait for the past week and he couldn't understand why! He didn't ask Thomas why, such matters were beneath the prince. The matter of apologizing to his fellow, (Gloomy, half baked, hard headed, persistent,) Side was...  A different matter. The oddity of the traits as he called him. That's what he was, he wasn't like the others and-

But he trusted him. Trusted them all with his name.

Virgil.

Maybe he should at the very least ask Patton to check up on him.  As he began to leave his room to find the fatherly side, He heard Thomas call out to him, "Roman!" He found himself being dragged down to Thomas's living room. Another vlog where he was needed? Some soul searching perhaps? Clearing his throat, He straightened his posture and jumped into the camera view. Or at least where the camera was supposed to be...

Instead, he found himself face to face with not only Thomas, But with Logan? Who, If Roman didn't know emotionless calculating Logic any better, He would say the other trait expression was... Storming at his appearance. And there was no camera. Just him alone with a Judge and Executor.

Roman opened his mouth to speak only to be cut off by Logan.

"Creativity, what were you thinking."

Logan wasn't using his real name, and Roman did a double take trying to figure out what was happening. Logic didn't even say it as a question. He made it a statement as if refusing Roman the right to answer. Like he was trying to shut down an argument, it was even almost the same tone, but lower, more dangerous and seething in outrage.

He wasn't using his real name.

A pang in his chest made itself known, as he attempted to voice his thought before Logic once again cut him off in the same resentful tone disguised as monotone. Logics' eye bore into Roman with disgust as Roman suddenly didn't feel that special after all.

"Of course you weren't. Thinking requires a brain in the first place something you obviously don't have."

At this Thomas looked up at Logic and for the first time in days, Roman really looked at him. He looked drained, he seemed to have light gray circles under his eyes, and speaking of his eyes, the normal spark to them that rang of determination and spunk was... faded.

"Well don't worry,  Creativity-"

Thomas's voice rang out in the room, quiet, yet with purpose.

"Logan, Please don-"

"I already fixed it!"

Logans eyes never left Roman, not even to respond to Thomas as his voice was gained a new kind of edge to it and prince realized the fury the trait was exhibiting wasn't matching up to his body language. Upon inspection, Prince saw the same exhaustion on Thomas was making itself known on the other trait. But Logans cold rage cracked through his calm worn down facade. A glimmer of betrayal shone through Logics' eyes as Roman dared not to move in fear. It was only then the shine grew brighter, and had Roman cared to notice, he almost would have seen the tears.  Spitefulness coated his words.

"And you will NOT make the same mistake. Understood?"

(Maybe To Be Continued?)

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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.

Here's the doodles I promised. :) I might finish some of them, but for now, they are just doodles.

If Anti is in your story's, how is this whole Abandoned by God thing effecting the Septic Egos? Did Sean keep making things with his Egos?

We'll find out. After all, We haven't seen Dr. Iplier. Perhaps The Doctor needs a good Doctor. What do you think?

5 hours, 20 minutes.

One, two. Darkies coming for you...

So, I have this cool Project.

So I have this cool project I’ve started working on. I don’t want to give too much away, but I think y'all will love it. C: Don’t worry, it won’t slow down the progress of the next part of the Abandoned by God. I’ll only work on it when I have spare time. I can’t with to show you all what it is. Just know, it’s going to be awesome and think you all will love it. :) Just you wait