#I don’t blame ppl for focusing on Mike

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Me thinking about flashlight duo and their connections to Elizabeth because everyone explores Michael knowing I genuinely cannot figure them out

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Blank: Part 3

Summary: Logan is logic no more, now all that is left is Apathy.

One, Two, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen

The weeks that were some of the tensest and most silent that Patton had ever witnessed in his entire existence, nobody spoke a word around Apathy, and no one not even Virgil attempted to get close to him again. They had all seen what would happen if they pushed Apathy too far, and a repeat wasn’t something that any of them wanted to partake in.

It felt like they were walking on eggshells though, eggshells that hid an underlaid pack of grenades that could go off at the most opportune moment. Even if it didn’t seem like Apathy could explode with anger, he still felt..off to them. From the lazy way, he lugged himself around, to how he seemed to sleep for hours on end. Missing complete meals with the other sides, just to pop up in the middle of the night taking entire plates of food and fishing them surprisingly fast.

It didn’t even matter what was in the fridge, the first thing that Apathy saw and laid hands on was taken and eaten, but even so, the result was always the same. Within seconds of touching the food, it turned a dull grey color, and the flavor followed suit as well.

Nothing had any taste to it, in the end, it all turned out to be tasteless.

Patton had stolen a piece of the grey food when Apathy hadn’t been looking, and within the first second of putting it into his mouth, he had to spit it back up. It was like eating tofu, not that tofu was bad in any regards. But it was as bland as tasteless as it, with all of the same textures of actual cooked food.

How could Apathy stand to scarf this down? Patton thought to himself, watching from the corner of his eyes as Apathy went back to eating. Surely he could tell that it tasted like nothing, or did he just like it this way?

“What are we going to do?! He can’t stay here, Thomas needs his logic. Not Apathy!” Virgil hissed to both Roman and Patton, as they sat huddled up in the living room. All in all, none of them really liked this, and even so none of them even knew how to fix this.

“Have you tried talking to him? It’s clear that yelling at him is asking for trouble, perhaps a more...gentle approach is needed?” Patton softly offered, just for Roman to immediately shake his head at the prospect. Out of all of them, Roman had been the most mournful of what had happened, and really, it was no secret that he more than likely blamed himself for what had come to pass. Even if it was equal parts all of their fault.

“Are you kidding?! We don’t need to talk, we need Logan back!” Roman sourly muttered shaking his head dejectedly, he hated himself for even thinking it, given that this was Logan’s choice to become this..this apathetic thing. Even so, for the betterment of all of them...and his own guilt, they did need Logan back, and fast.

Patton, however, scowled at Roman, and almost immediately the creative side felt a welling of shame in his heart.

“I’m sorry,” The princely side muttered, his shoulders drooping in an exhausted fashion before he glanced back up at the moral side, “I just..I never..” I never thought that this would happen. I never thought that Logan would ever be gone. I never..I never thought that I could screw up this badly. It was all left unsaid, and yet both Patton and Virgil heard it crystal clear.

“Alright, so what if we try...approaching him at different times. We’ll talk to him, but we cannot rush him. One at a time, slow and steady.” Virgil suggested softly, putting in his two cents of the situation, and was promptly rewarded for it, with a somewhat relieved smile from Patton making it all too clear that really, the moral side had no idea what to do outside of just talking to Apathy.

Saying that he was going to approach Apathy and actually approaching him, felt like two totally different things now that he was doing it. Virgil kind of regretted even volunteering to go first, but Roman undoubtedly wasn’t ready to talk face to face with Apathy just yet and Patton...well Virgil wasn’t totally sure just what Patton had planned as of yet. Only that the moral side had vanished into his room after the agreement had been reached between all of them.

The silence was absolutely stifling the closer that he got to Apathy as the other side had come to sit on the couch after the other two had left, and Virgil had gone to get a drink in order to steel his nerves. It felt so suffocating that the air between them, even though Apathy was just sitting on the couch not doing much outside of completing a sudoku book.

“Anxiety, you have been standing there whilst staring at me for the past five minutes. I would suggest that either you leave, or you sit down. Either way, I do not care.”

Virgil felt himself jerking into action like a un-oiled robot at the mention of his title, it felt so foreign to him now that he was used to being called Virgil. Regardless of that though, he forced his legs to fold under him as he sat on the couch a good amount of distance away from Apathy. It was either now or never, and even now he felt like waiting.

“Apathy,” Virgil began softly, gaining said side’s attention monochrome black eyes drifted over to Virgil, and already it felt like he was attempting to burn a hole into the anxious side’s jacket with his stare alone. “Do you...have a name? Since you’re..you’re no longer L..Logan, I figured that you would have a different name correct?”

A slow blink was his only answer for a moment, and it took Virgil a moment to realize that this was Apathy’s version of surprise.

“You are correct, and I do,” Apathy mumbled slowly his gaze drifting away from Virgil, as he slotted his pencil into his sudoku book saving his page before he shut it and set it on the coffee table. “My name is Apophis, but refer to me by whichever one you want. I don’t care.”

“Surely you have a preference, even I have a preference to what I am called,” Virgil argued back, his brows furrowing almost immediately.

“I don’t care.” Came the simple answer.

“Do you miss having emotions?” Virgil tried again, this time turning his body fully towards Apathy..or Apophis as he had just learned.

“I don’t care.” The answer, was still the same and yet it was equally just as disheartening to hear from Apophis’ lips.

Apophis’ fingers twitched for a split second as he stared down at his sudoku book, he knew that he couldn’t exactly pick it up and start playing with the pencil now while Virgil was talking to him.  Yet he needed something to fiddle with, there wasn’t even an emotional need behind it, just an itch in his fingers that told him to fiddle with something.

Just like that, another lollipop was summoned into his fingers. Allowing him to spin it around, before tearing the paper off and popping it into his mouth. Raking his tongue over the blue lollipop, Virgil watched in mounting curiosity as the color drained almost instantly from the candy.

“Does it bother you that you can no longer taste your candy?” And just like that, the attention was focused back on Virgil, as the question seemed to get somewhat of a reaction out of Apophis as his eyes darted to the side.

“I-”

“Don’t care…” Virgil sighed, but even so, he wasn’t satisfied, Logan had to be in there somewhere, he had to be. Logan couldn’t just up and change into another facet of Thomas’ personality. It was theoretically impossible!

“That’s not true!” Virgil suddenly burst out, all of his frustrations almost too easily boiling over, as he scooted closer and closer to Apophis, before suddenly placing his hand on the other’s knee. A numbness spread through his fingers and all the way up to his elbow, it hurt to even imagine moving his fingers let alone moving his hand. “You have to at least feel something! You cannot be that empty! You just can’t!” Virgil’s fingers dug into the flimsy ripped fabric of Apophis’ jeans, as if that would somehow make sure he didn’t either drain Virgil of all of his feelings and color, or somehow...by some wild notion get Apophis to admit it.

“I don’t care, and I think that it was evident enough what you thought about Logic’s emotions Anxiety. It’s funny now isn’t it?” Apophis snipped back at Virgil, and he didn’t even seem to take any enjoyment out of the way that the anxious side recoiled like he had been slapped in the face. Instead, Apophis leaned in, cold radiating off of him more so than when Virgil had comfortably been sitting next to him. “The joke’s on you now, so deal with it.” Apophis whispered without any hint of any kind of malice towards him.

His fingers pressed against the center of Virgil’s chest, roughly pushing him back, and even though the contact was brief, it was every bit as painful as he had imagined.

It was like an icicle had been shoved right through the center of his chest, with frost biting and eating away at his flesh reducing him to nothing more than a frostbitten corpse. A harsh shiver wracked Virgil’s body, and he couldn’t help but to thank the lord that the contact was as brief as it was. When Apophis picked his sudoku book up, walking away.

“Enjoy my presence Anxiety, because I will not be leaving.” And with that, Apophis turned the corner, leaving Virgil to clutch his chest as he gasped and wheezed for air. An insane amount of pressure lifting up from his lungs, even so, the mention of guiltiness ate him away from the inside.

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