#Psychopatton

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Patton’s birthday

Ah, yes, a day before Deceit’s birthday. *Slumps to ground in exhaustion.*

This is a dark story. You get the drill.

“Lolowakeupwakeupit’smybirthdayaren’tyouexcitedgetupwe’regonnahavesomuchfun…” Logan groggily tried to focus. The room around him became clear as he woke up. Patton’s room, as usual. Either he spent the night in Patton’s room, or Patton spent the night in his room. So much for having any semblance of privacy.

Was it really the fifteenth already? Logan had no idea what was expected of him today. One of the worst parts about being unable to talk was that he couldn’t ask Patton what he wanted. And Patton hadn’t left him alone enough to put together anything on his own. What could he do? He sat up, forcing a smile for Patton.

Patton grinned back and dragged him out of the room, not giving either of them a chance to change out of pajamas. Logan stumbled downstairs, almost falling trying to keep up with Patton. He did, in fact, fall down the last couple of steps. Without even noticing, Patton shoved him in the general direction of the kitchen.

“Go! Make pancakes! I’m going to watch TV!”

Logan rubbed his eyes as he entered the kitchen. He looked at the oven clock. 4:26. He let out a sigh. Of course Patton would wake him up at four a.m. for this. He started putting ingredients into a bowl, hoping he was doing it correctly. Patton never used recipes. There were none in the house, and since Patton was the only one who had internet access, he couldn’t look any up. While he was mixing the batter together, Logan wondered if he should add any of the weird stuff Patton usually ate. On one hand, maybe Patton would like normal pancakes and Logan would get some decent food. On the other hand, it seemed like a lot to risk on Patton’s birthday, especially since he didn’t have a gift.

After thinking it through for some time, he poured the batter into two bowls. He grabbed the sugar, putting two cups of it into one of the bowls. He makes the pancakes separately in two different pans.

He came to the couch with two plates of pancakes and a container of chocolate syrup. Patton sat curled up in a blanket, watching Winnie the Pooh. Patton smiled as Logan handed him his plate and the whole bottle of chocolate syrup.

Patton quickly drowned the pancakes in the syrup, and started to inhale them.

“Who’s up? It’s four in the morning!” Roman was leaning over the banister, squinting tiredly at the pair.

“It’s my birthday!” The words were near indecipherable through a mouth of pancake.

“Sure…okay.” Roman yawned, going back into his room. “I needed to wrap your present anyway.” His door shut, making Logan flinch.

Patton looked at Logan expectantly. “So?”

He tried to keep himself from shuddering, giving Patton a questioning look.

Patton giggled. “So, didn’t you get me a present too? Silly!”

Logan nodded, somewhat hesitantly.

“Well? Where is it, then?”

Logan pointed upstairs, starting to get up.

Patton nodded, giving Logan implicit permission to run up the stairs. Logan dashed into his room and shut the door, breathing heavily. He started opening drawers, looking for something, anything, to give Patton. At the bottom of one, he found a mini globe. His eyes welled up with tears. Virgil had given this to him on his own birthday, a year earlier.

His eyes filled with tears. He was so close with Virgil back then. Roman, too. They had been so nice to him that day. He could remember the way people looked at him back then, the way they treated him as if he mattered.

But he didn’t matter. Nothing mattered now. No one liked him anymore anyway. Logan looked around for something to wrap the globe in. A grocery bag would have to do. He wiped his eyes, shoved some lined paper around the globe, and put it in the bag.

Logan hurried downstairs. Patton looked at him expectantly. He held out the bag, Patton immediately ripping it out of his grasp. Tearing through the wrapping, Patton squealed in excitement. “I love it!” He jumped up to hug Logan, who let out a sigh of relief.

Looking over Patton’s shoulder, he saw Virgil leaning over the banister. He caught Virgil’s eyes, and saw tears sparkling in them. Virgil turned away and ran into his room.

I’m sorry Virgil. It’s what I had to do.

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Jingle yells, Jingle yells (Sshorror Christmas fic)

Yes, I’m posting a Christmas fic in January. Don’t tell me what to do.

Trigger warnings for: horror, abuse, torture, implied non consensual kissing, knives, food mention, and general darkness. I might have missed something, so be careful!

“I can’t believe I have to spend all day with you,” Roman grumbled into Logan’s ear. Logan moved away from Roman without responding. Roman glared. It looks like he’d be stuck in the same room as Logan all day— Patton had declared Christmas a “family-time” holiday, meaning no one but him could leave the living room until he declared the festivities over, under threat of severe punishment.

For now, there was a lull in the action. Presents had already been opened, and enough time had passed where Roman’s horror at his gift had faded. Virgil leaned against the wall, holding the spool of rainbow thread Patton had given him. A playlist of children singing Christmas songs and Patton running the blender in the kitchen were the only sounds in the room.

If there was a good time to intimidate Logan, it was now. Roman moved uncomfortably close to him, sensing him tense up. “Don’t ignore me, Igor. I’m talking to you.” Logan turned around, freezing as Roman locked eyes with him. “You better not upset me at all today. Understand?” Logan quickly nodded. “Good.” Roman shoved him. Logan fell backwards into the tree.

Roman flinched at the crashing sound the tree made. Some of the decorations must have broke. Shit. Patton hurried in with a platter of cookies and bloodnog, and a stern expression on his face. “You kiddos better explain what happened. Now.”

“Logan knocked over the Christmas tree. I think some of the ornaments broke,” Roman lied, ignoring Virgil raising his eyebrows from across the room. Patton set the platter on the table and ran to the downed tree, bending down to inspect the damage.

“My favorite cat ornament! And some good pictures, too.” Patton stood, his expression furious. “Lolo, you know how much this holiday matters to me!” He looked at Roman. “Hold him. I’ll be right back.” Patton left the room.

Roman grabbed Logan’s shoulders, forcing him the ground. Logan struggled and whimpered. It took Roman a moment to realize he was making Logan lie on the broken ornaments, and when he did, he only pressed harder.

Patton soon returned with a knife. He yanked Logan’s shirt up and started to cut. Logan stopped struggling and stared into the distance, tears in his eyes. Roman could hear him breathing raggedly.

“There! That’ll teach you to be in a more festive mood!” Patton set his knife down and got up, smiling at his handiwork. A Christmas tree was carved on Logan’s hip. “Ro, you can let him go now.”

Logan peeled himself off the ground and rushed out of the room, ignoring Patton’s calls for him to stop. Roman watched him run into the bathroom and slam the door behind him. Patton huffed, collapsing on the couch. Ignoring Virgil staring at him, Roman sat next to Patton.

“Logan giving you problems, Padre?”

Patton gave another annoyed huff. “Yes! He just… hasn’t been in the holiday spirit at all today. He’s been so mean!” He stopped for breath, catching Roman’s eye. “Unlike you.”

Roman considered the situation. Helping Patton would make Patton less likely to blame him for things in the future. Besides, he already was thinking of advice he could give Patton. “I think I have an idea.”

Patton perked up a bit. “What is it?”

Roman took a green sprig with red berries off of the table. “Tape this over the bathroom door and wait. You guys should be on better terms in no time.”

Patton eyed the sprig suspiciously. “That’s holly.”

“Do you think he’s really going to point that out to you?”

“After today? He might.”

Roman looked around the room, spotting the knife Patton had abandoned. He picked it up. “Take this, then. Either it’ll keep him from bringing it up or it’ll give you a good way to respond if he does.”

An unnaturally large smile crossed Patton’s face, making Roman shudder involuntarily. “Good idea! You’re the best, Ro-Ro!” Patton gave Roman a quick hug, grabbed the holly and knife, and was off.

Roman let out a breath and collapsed on the couch. Virgil sat next to him and raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

Virgil raised both eyebrows and gestured towards the bathroom Patton was waiting outside of.

“What did you expect? I’m sure not getting in trouble for the tree.”

Virgil didn’t respond.

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Later that night, Roman overheard Logan crying in his room.

Serves him right.

If he wasn’t so quiet…

If he didn’t follow Patton around like some dog…

Maybe I wouldn’t do this.

Maybe.

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I made an sshorror stop motion! Enjoy!

Music is an edited version of this: Patchwork Staccato Piano Cover

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(It’s no longer Logan’s birthday and I don’t need to feel guilty about posting this oof) @dailysandersidesaudoodles

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*inhale*

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Aphasia: An SShorror fic

TW for: Brain injury, abuse, sympathetic Deceit, carving, knives, horror, cannibalism mentions, a dead body, general darkness, I may have missed something so please tell me if I did!

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[virgil-patton-roman-and-logan]

Sshorrorfamily fanfic

I know there is already a fanfic being made for this au, but I decided to write out an extra scene because I love it too much. Credit to @dailysandersidesaudoodles for coming up with the au and @spectralheartt for writing the official fanfic.

This is horror, so don’t read if you are sensitive to that kind of stuff.

Trigger warnings for torture, abuse, manipulation, food, dysfunctional family, and altogether darkness. Please tell me if there is anything I missed, and be careful.

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I looked at all the cheerful memorabilia that brightened my room. Each object was special in its own way, representing a memory made with my perfect family. Photo albums, trophies, and similar objects filled the room, with sunshine filtering on them all. On one shelf was a stack of pictures I convinced people to draw of us. It wasn’t too hard to convince them, really. And why should it be? My family was perfect.

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“Good morning, LoLo!”

Silence. In the past, Logan could be a bit… cold, sometimes. I thought I had fixed that, but maybe I was wrong. Most likely, I just needed to try again.

“I said, good morning, LoLo.” I dropped my voice a level and stopped smiling to get my point across faster. It was a good way to get people to listen to me. They always listened now.

“Oh-- uh, good morning, Patton.”

I smiled again. “Better.” I walked to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. People always said cooking was hard, but I didn't see why. You just put ingredients into a bowl and cooked them. I hadn't gotten any complaints, at least, not in a while.

I mixed the instant pancake mix and water in a light blue bowl, then poured in a bunch of sugar because you can never have too much sugar. What else would be good in pancakes? I added fun size candy bars, marshmallows, m&ms, pieces of raw pop tarts, crushed Oreos, lucky charms marshmallows, maple syrup, and chocolate syrup. That seemed good. While cooking the pancakes, a very sweet smell came over the kitchen.

Some might call it sickeningly sweet, but I thought it was perfect.

And so would my family.

They had to.

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All of us sat at the breakfast table, eating.Well, everyone ate except Virgil. I forgot that he couldn't eat, but could only drink liquids with a straw. He could get food some other time, anyhow. Virgil picked at his pancakes with a fork, watching the sugary goop get stuck to the utensil.

Logan, Roman, and I ate in silence, no one saying a word about the food or anything else. Tension was pressed deeply into the air, like something could go wrong at any second. But that was ridiculous. I fixed everyone and everything. Nothing would ever go wrong again.

And then something did.

Roman projectile vomited all over the table. A storm of anger wrapped around my chest, but I wasn't going to express it just yet. Better to wait. I forced my face to remain stony and impassive.

It looked like I'd have more work to do to fix everyone.

Roman’s eyes widened and his mouth stretched into a shocked O. His entire body stiffened for a moment, but then he turned and ran, knocking his chair over on the way out.

I took a couple of deep breaths. Mindless rage wouldn't get me anywhere-- I had to be more disciplined than that. Soon, my usual cheery demeanor returned, even though it didn't match how I felt inside.

“Come on, LoLo! We have a lot of work to do!” I said with false brightness, getting up from the table. Slowly, hesitantly, he followed suit. On my way out, I saw Virgil glance over.

The familiarity of his face calmed me.

The messy bangs.

The black eyeshadow smeared under his eyes.

His mouth sewn shut like an obedient doll’s.

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It had been almost a week since the breakfast incident. I preferred to wait before punishing misbehavior. That way, the punished wouldn't see it coming. I finished sharpening my knife and looked towards Logan.

“Where did you last see him, LoLo?”

Logan pointed to a hallway to the left, staring at the ground. I knew he was telling the truth. He knew what would happen to him if he wasn't. I put down the sharpening tool and picked up my leathery whip. I had made it myself from an old belt, and it worked quite well.

“Okay! Come on, I need an extra set of hands for this!” Knife in one hand, whip in the other, I started down the hall. Logan followed unenthusiastically behind.

I was going to make Roman bleed until I was sure he regretted his disobedience.

It seemed a little harsh, sure, but it was what had to be done to fix my family, to make us perfect.

And the thought made me euphoric.

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Humming, I walked to check my mail. The punishment the day before had gone well. I ended up using more tools than expected, but no matter. People could survive losing a surprisingly large amount of blood. My family would be perfect now.

Today was a good mail day. We got lots of drawings.

Drawings of Virgil, with his stitched-up mouth. He’d never frown or say anything snarky now.

Drawings of Roman, posing flamboyantly. He had been so gloomy for a while. No matter. He couldn't act gloomy anymore.

Drawings of Logan, the doodles carved into his chest oozing the same color as his favorite jam. I knew for a fact he wouldn't act like such an emotionless robot again.

And drawings of me, the one responsible for all of it. The drawings wouldn't stop coming anytime soon, I was sure of it.

After all, the artists knew what I would do to my family if they ever stopped.

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Aphasia: An SShorror fic

TW for: Brain injury, abuse, sympathetic Deceit, carving, knives, horror, cannibalism mentions, a dead body, general darkness, I may have missed something so please tell me if I did!

It had been going on for a couple of weeks now, since the day Patton slammed his head against a wall. Aside from the expected symptoms of dizziness and headaches, Logan was experiencing… more alarming symptoms.

In the past, he had held his tongue a lot to avoid saying the wrong thing whenever possible. Now, he couldn't talk even if he wanted to. He understood what he was thinking in his head, but when he tried to say it out loud, he couldn't match words to his thoughts.

“Lo!” He snapped to attention. Patton was standing nearby, arms crossed and with a slight frown on his face. “I’ve been calling you for forever. Are you ignoring me?”

Logan tensed. Normally, Patton was hunting dark sides at this time of the week, making it a safe time to get lost in thought. He shook his head, hoping Patton wouldn’t request further explanation.

Patton’s frown deepened. “You can’t fool me. When even was the last time you spoke to me? I'm your boyfriend!” Logan looked at the ground, heart pounding. What could he even do to defend himself? He couldn’t speak. “That’s what I thought.”

“I'm going to let this go for now, but it better not continue. ‘Kay?” Logan nodded, relief seeping in before he registered the last part of what Patton said. It better not continue. Patton smiled. “Good. Anyway, there's something I want you to do. Can you do it for me?”

Logan nodded. There wasn't really any other option. He couldn't see Patton accepting a no. Patton’s smile widened dangerously.

“Great! Roman’s been acting… off lately. I need you to follow him and report back to me with anything you find! Okay?” Before Logan could answer, Patton kissed him on the head and left.

Logan ran through his options in his head. He couldn't do what Patton said, but he could hope that Patton asked whether Roman was up to something, or some other yes or no question. He could always just shake his head no. Should he actually follow Roman, then? He already knew what his answer had to be, and Roman would hurt him if he noticed Logan watching.

He decided to just sit on the top stair and wait for Patton’s return.

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“Lolo, I'm back!” Patton stood in the doorway, dragging a dead body behind him. Logan hurried to the living room, faking excitement and waving. He needed to make up for earlier.

“Aw, I'm happy to see you too, Lolo! What did you find?” Logan’s smile dropped before he could stop his panic from showing.

It wasn't a yes or no question.

Patton’s eyebrows furrowed. “What is it, Lo?”

Logan looked at the ground to avoid meeting Patton's eyes when he shrugged. He focused on his racing heart. Anything to pretend he wasn't here, in this situation.

“You can't not know. You were watching him.” Even without looking, rising irritation was clear in Patton's voice.

Logan shrugged again, tears pricking at his eyes despite his best efforts to stop them.

“You promised me you’d stop being so quiet.” Patton’s words were sharp and piercing. Logan hugged himself tightly. “Wait here.”

Logan didn’t have to wait long. In a little under two minutes, he heard pounding footsteps and was shoved roughly to the floor before he could even turn around. He looked up, only to see a sword pointed in his face and Roman glaring fiercely down at him. He instinctively raised his hand to protect himself and Roman stabbed it. Deeply. He cried out in pain, recoiling. Blood dripped down his arm.

“That's what you get for stalking me, you pathetic bi--” Roman stopped himself before he could get into trouble. He took a breath and continued his rant. “Don't look at me like that. Patton told me what you were doing. I know. And you aren't getting away with it.” Tossing the sword aside, Roman pulled a small X-Acto knife with dried blood on the blade out of his pocket. He lowered himself to Logan’s level, smiling grimly.

Logan felt the knife press into his arm, drawing more blood. He shut his eyes and counted in his head, blocking out the pain. 3.141592653589793238462643383… and so on, until he no longer felt the blade cutting into him.

“That will teach you your place. Don’t you dare try pulling something like that again.” Roman’s footsteps receded up the stairs. Logan only opened his eyes to survey the damage when he heard Roman’s door slam shut. The word ‘worthless’ was carved onto his forearm. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to cry as his chest constricted.

“Okay, now it’s my turn!” Logan’s eyes flew back open. A sudden coldness reached to the core of his body. Patton laughed. “Don’t act so surprised! I let Roman punish you for spying on him. Now it’s my turn to punish you for refusing to talk to me!” Patton walked over, holding a kitchen knife.

“Take off your shirt. I want to draw.”

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An hour and a couple of cat and smiley-face shaped cuts later, Patton had finally left to prepare his kill and cook something. With effort and ignoring the tears still burning in his eyes, Logan dragged himself to the first-aid kit in the corner of the room. He clumsily bandaged his bleeding hand and stopped the bleeding from his cuts. He rested for a while, and eventually regained his strength enough to stand up.

He knew where he wanted to go. He went up into his room, then climbed out the window and down the wall of the light sides’ house.

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Logan knocked on the door to Deceit’s room. He couldn't remember exactly when he had started cheating on Patton with Deceit, but he did know that it had been the one good thing in his life for a long time. Sometimes he felt guilty about it, but other times, he was too frightened by Patton to care. Like now.

Deceit opened the door, an alarmed expression forming on his face. He pulled Logan in his room and shut the door. “Logan? What happened? Are you… okay?” Deceit traced his fingers down Logan’s bandages, landing on the word carved in his arm. Deceit gasped. “Who… who wrote this?” Logan pulled his hand away and looked at the carpet. His stomach twisted, the incident coming back to his mind.

“I get it. You don’t want to tell me.” Deceit had stopped lying a while back, at least around Logan. “You've been lied to enough,” Deceit always said. “I’m not going to lie to you anymore.” As far as Logan knew, Deceit had kept his word.

Logan sat down on the bed. His breathing hitched. As much as he tried to think of other things, he couldn’t keep the faces of Roman and Patton out of his mind. Surges of adrenaline ran through him. Logan tried to tell himself that he shouldn’t be scared, it wasn’t logical, no one was hurting him now. But then why couldn’t he snap out of it?

He felt a thick piece of fabric rest on his shoulders. Deceit’s cloak. “Focus on the cloak, Logan.” Deceit’s voice sounded brittle, like he too was having trouble holding everything together, but Logan still took comfort in it. He wrapped the cloak around himself tighter, remembering the breathing technique that Virgil always used. 4… 7… 8. Before, long, everything started to seem okay again.

Logan took off the cloak. Deceit had caved in, crying quietly to himself. When he saw Logan watching him, he quickly wiped his eyes. “I’m sorry for not keeping it together around you. It’s just…” He sighed and looked Logan in the eye. “You deserve better.” Logan broke eye contact, placing the cloak on the bed. He didn’t-- he couldn’t-- believe what Deceit said, but couldn’t help but hope it was true. Deceit grabbed his arms and looked him over.

“You could probably hide the word on your arm with a long-sleeved shirt if you don’t want to see it. Just say you were cold, or something.” Logan smiled. He’d definitely do that. He wished he could stay in Deceit’s room forever, but if he wasn’t back by dinner, Patton would get suspicious. He trudged to the door.

“You have to go now?” Logan nodded. “Alright. You know where I am if you need me again. Stay strong, alright?” He walked over and kissed Logan softly on the cheek, sending a jolt of warmth through Logan’s body. “Good luck.”

Logan nodded again and hurried back to his house, refusing to let himself look back.