#mindtrapped chapter four

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Mindtrapped Chapter four: Pedipalps

Sanders Sides fanfiction

Warnings: Blood, severe blood loss, accidental self harm, spider transformation, fear, drider transformation, tricking people into being afraid, severed appendage

3880 words

It was nearly twenty minutes before either of them did anything but stare at the floor. Logan cleared his throat awkwardly. “I am going to find myself sustenance. Would you like to leave or remain here?”

“Uh, I’d rather not be down and… underfoot…”

“Ah. Of course.” He nodded once and began tucking the tips of his wings into the waist of his pants. After forcing his shirt back on over his wings he left without a word. Roman and Patton must have both been asleep at this hour. Even if they weren’t asleep he didn’t encounter them. When he had sat down with his meal a thought suddenly occurred to him. When Virgil and Patton had left the lab, they had been going to eat. And then the whole situation with Virgil and the spoon had happened, then… He glanced over at the countertop and his suspicions were confirmed. Neither Virgil nor Patton had eaten after the incident. Both bowls were still sitting on the counter, exactly as they had been left. He shook his head at the mess, but then again who would have cleaned up? Virgil had been with him and was too small at the time anyway, Roman was… well, Roman was a cat, and Patton was an emotional wreck. Which brought him back to the fact that they were both probably still hungry. Of course, that wasn’t his problem. They could come back and get their own food if they wanted. Oh. Except Virgil couldn’t… He stared at the miniature bowl on the counter as he ate and by the time he was finished taking care of his dishes he had decided he should probably help Virgil. But even if Virgil was still hungry, would he want to eat? Usually, after traumatic events, it was common to lose appetite or even get nauseous. Was that the case? Would he even eat if Logan brought him anything? After a moment of thought, he decided it was worth a shot. So he took care of the bowls on the counter and refilled the smaller one with just a few grains of rice before bringing it back to his room. He carefully slid the tiny bowl and silverware onto his desk, then retreated to his bed with a yawn. He hated these��� bodily functions. He had slept already. Probably not long enough maybe but he shouldn’t be tired again already. He took a deep breath and slipped his shirt back off, wincing as the action pulled a few feathers out. 

Virgil stared at him as he untucked the tips of his wings from the back of his pants and began stretching them out and re-folding them repeatedly. “Sore again?”

“Ah. Yes.” He stood and collected the feathers that had been pulled, tossing them in a nearby trash can. “I wish I knew what the cause of this is…”

“We all do.” He simply nodded in response. “Ya know how you messed with Patton’s adrenaline or whatever and it changed him back?”

He hesitated. “Yes?”

“Could you do that again? Try to fix me?”

“It is likely that raising your adrenaline levels would merely shrink you further or cause a different unsatisfactory result…”

“I know.” He hung his head. That was exactly the problem. He knew. He knew it could just mess him up further, but if by chance it didn’t… if there was a chance it could return him to normal… “I want to risk it.”

After a long moment, Logan sighed and nodded. “Under the condition that you remember that you are the one who requested this.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s not your fault when it goes wrong.” At the odd look Logan gave him, he corrected himself. “If… it goes wrong.” Logan nodded again and reached out for him. He flinched back but let himself be picked up by the hood of his shirt, clinging to the rim so he wouldn’t fall out. Already his heart was racing. He had to stop himself from telling himself to calm down — this was why he was doing this. He looked around and realized he was hanging above Logan’s head, which was tipped back mouth held open. He could have sworn his heart stopped for a second, but before he could react he was airborne. He let out an involuntary scream and squeezed his eyes shut. Then he landed… on something hard? He forced two of his eyes open and realized he was on the floor. And he was normally sized! It worked! He opened his other six eyes and sighed around… what was that? There were two small appendages growing from the corners of his mouth. He shook his head and tried to focus on breathing.

“Virgil. I need you to take a deep breath and hold it for as long as you can.” He nodded and obeyed. “Good. Repeat that.” He obeyed again and kept repeating the process until he found he didn’t have to force it and finally he stopped and let himself breathe normally.

Virgil had to force himself to talk, and when he did his voice sounded odd. “Thanks.” It whistled out as if there wasn’t enough space to get the words past his lips. To test it he tried to stick his tongue out and realized there was barely enough space to do so. The new appendages on his mouth blocked the use of most of his lips, leaving just enough space for a single finger to fit between. He reached up and shoved a finger sideways into the tiny space, then reached around the appendages and his fingers bumped into something else. Something long and furry. He stretched out the new appendages, then held his arm out and realized at full length they reached just behind his wrists. He shifted his jaw and watched the new appendages shift with it — they were growing from the back of his jaw, just below and in front of his ears. Taking a deep breath and realizing it was impossibly difficult, he let the appendages rest, half curling, the tips resting against his chest. Then finally feeling started coming to his new limbs and his face went pale. 

“Virgil?” He ignored him and burst out of the room. He didn’t stop running until he ran right through the open bathroom doorway and was met with a shriek. The fact that the door was already open should have been a red light in itself. He shot straight to the mirror, ignoring the figure pressed against the back corner of the shower in an attempt to get away. His stomach dropped. From the waist up was generally human, if you didn’t count the fangs and whatever those other appendages were on his face, not to mention the eight shiny eyes scattered across his face, and the fur. But if you didn’t count any of those things, his top half was for the most part completely human. But his bottom half… He was sure Thomas had seen something like this before… what was the word for it again? Whatever. He had the bottom half of a humongous tarantula. He was so overly long and wide, in fact, that he barely fit in the bathroom comfortably. He stared at himself in the mirror. No, no, no! This wasn’t happening! What was he?! His hands shot to his hair and he grabbed it in handfuls. This was temporary. All the changes were. They were always temporary. But how long would this last? Logan had had his wings for over a week now and they still hadn’t changed! Oh, no! Would he ever be normal again? And if he wasn’t? If he was stuck like this forever? What would the others think? What would they think of him? No, no, no! What would Thomas think of him?! And even if he did change back? Logan had already seen him like this! And when the others saw him? He stumbled backward towards the door and heard a small whimper. He looked to the back corner of the bathroom, where someone was pressed into the wall of the shower. Where Patton was pressed into the wall of the shower. He shook his head, remembering how he’d reacted to the simple cartoony images on his curtains last time they had been in his room. No, no, no! He turned and ran out the door, but was stopped when he ran right into someone. Logan. He’d followed him. Why did he follow him?! No no no no no! He turned around and ran down the hallway, not to anywhere in particular. Just away. “Virgil!” Logan sighed.

“Th-That… that was V-Virgil?!”

Logan whipped his head around. Patton was slowly stepping closer to the doorway. No, his wings! He forgot to hide his wings. He would have made a run for it but by the expression on Patton’s face he had already seen them. He sighed. “Yes, it was.”

“And I freaked out like that, I gotta go apologize!”

Logan stopped him before he could leave. “Let him stay alone.”

“Did I do that? Was that because I scared him so bad? This is all my fault, isn’t it?!”

“No. That shift was not because of how you scared him… It was caused by me scaring him. He asked me to raise his adrenaline levels in order to cause an involuntary shift. I warned him of the consequences…”

“But he still wanted you to try.” Logan nodded and subconsciously fluffed up his wings. “When did those show up?” 

Logan was confused for a moment before he remembered his wings. “Yes, these… They… they appeared precisely one week and four days ago. Or given the time I suppose five days."

"What?! But the changes don't last that long!"

"They do for me."

"And… and how did you hide it this long? And why?" He whispered the last words and Logan could hear the tears building in his voice.

"I… I saw no reason to worry you with my problems. You all have been experiencing your own involuntary shifts. You had no reason to concern yourselves with my own experiences as well."

For a long time, neither of them spoke. Then Patton spoke up, glancing down the hallway Virgil had run down. "Are you sure we can't just go see him? Make sure he's alright?"

"Are you sure you want to?"

Patton fell silent, staring down the hallway. "I mean, I want to go apologize to Virgil, but…"

Logan nodded in understanding. "Both of you need time." Patton nodded, still looking solemn. “If you would like I could check on his wellbeing in your stead?”

“Aw, really?” Patton pulled him into a quick hug. “Thanks, Logan!”

Logan cleared his throat awkwardly. “I will be leaving then.” He nodded once and turned down the hall. He went straight to Virgil’s assigned bedroom and knocked once. No answer. “Virgil?” He was about to turn and go search somewhere else when he finally got a response. It wasn’t even a word. It was a muffled, whistling grumble. But a response. “Patton sent me.” He waited for a moment, no response. “He wants to apologize. He also sent me to check if you are well.”

“Well you can tell him no, I’m not. Why would I be? Half of me’s a freakin tarantula!” His voice sounded odd as if he were talking through something, but Logan could hear his voice right on the other side of the door. After a moment he realized those fangs must be constricting the use of some of his mouth.

“May I come in?”

“Why? So you can laugh at me and leave? I know it’s my own fault, you don’t have to tell me.”

“I don’t want to tell you whose fault it is, I simply wish to see you. I may be of some assistance.”

“With what? What is it exactly you think I can’t do on my own?”

“Based on my limited information, eating.”

He heard a muffled curse. “Fine.” A lock clicked and the door swung open. Virgil threw up his arms miserably. “Well?”

“Firstly, did you have any particular questions before I explain anything in detail?”

“Actually, yeah. What the heck are these?” He gestured to the long, furry appendages growing from the back of his jaw.

“Ah. Those are called pedipalps.”

“And what are they for…?”

“They are used to hold prey still while the spiders suck out their victim’s insides.”

“While they what?!”

“That is how spiders eat… Spiders do not contain teeth of any kind so they are incapable of chewing their food.”

Virgil groaned, rubbing a hand over his many eyes. “Oh, great…”

“I assumed you would have known that much.”

“Why would I know?! I get I’m creepy, but jeez! I like spiders, but I’m not obsessed.”

“I apologize. I only assumed because of the decorations we witnessed when we visited your room.”

“Yeah, whatever… So what? I’m supposed to be sucking out the insides of random beetles now or something? Honestly, I would rather starve.”

“Not necessarily. You are still partly humanoid. You will likely have to make yourself protein shakes or something of the likes which is drinkable because of the restricted movement of your lips.”

He shrugged miserably. “Better than beetles I guess…”

“What would you like to discuss first?”

“Like? Nothing.”

Logan blinked in confusion. “You don’t want to know more about your new form?”

“Well yeah, I wanna know more, obviously! I just…” He shrugged.

“You ‘just’ what?”

He shrugged again. “I don’t want to talk about it. About this.” He gestured to himself. “I’ll talk about it, just… later. Alright? I’m gonna go find something to… drink, I guess.” 

Logan watched him leave, then slowly left behind him and closed the door. He went back to the hallway in front of the bathroom, where Patton sprung off the floor. “Is he okay?”

“Physically he appears well. Mentally… less so, but there does not appear to be any serious faults.”

“What do you mean ‘less so’? How less?”

“He is stressed, reasonably. This newest shift allows him very minimal use of his lips. He is unable to eat any normal sustenance. He only has enough use allowed to drink.”

“So he can’t eat anything at all?”

“Not until another shift alters his form, no.”

“Well can’t we just go cause another shift? Wouldn’t anything be better than that?”

“In my opinion, no. There are innumerable outcomes worse than what has occurred already. So if you are going to cause Virgil another shift, then I will not attempt to stop you. However, I refuse to assist. My… assistance has done enough harm already.”

“You were just trying to help.”

“I am aware of what I was attempting. And you are well aware of what came of it. If you would like to speak to Virgil I assume he is in the kitchen at the moment.” He fluffed up his wings nervously, then nodded once and walked away.

Patton hung his head in the silence. What else could possibly go wrong? When he got to the kitchen that question was answered for him. There was something spilled across the counter where Virgil had clearly been trying to make something in the blender. Virgil was currently standing near the counter, slowly inching away from it as Roman stood still in cat form on the counter beside the spill, hissing and clawing at Virgil as best he could. “What’s going on?!” They both froze and turned to look at him, and he couldn’t help but flinch at Virgil’s new form. “What happened?”

“Ask him,” Virgil growled, the sound coming out as more of a muffled blow. Roman hissed again and pawed at Virgil, then pawed gently at his tail and hissed again. “I don’t know what that means!”

“Hold on, I might… You’re saying something about your tail, right? Oh, that’s so fun to say!” Ignoring his last comment, Roman nodded, pawing at Virgil. “Did Virgil do something?” He nodded again and pawed at his tail. “He did something to your tail?” Another nod. “Well, what did he do?” Roman stomped a paw down violently, then gestured to his tail again and let out a whine. “He… stepped on it?” Roman nodded vigorously, then stomped a paw down four times in quick succession and yowled angrily. “Four times?” He nodded and hissed at Virgil again. “Well, that explains it! Virgil probably didn’t even know he did it, right kiddo?”

Virgil shook his head quickly. “I didn’t even feel anything! Then again…” He looked down at his legs. Would he have? He thought spiders’ legs were supposed to be pretty sensitive, but at the moment he still couldn’t feel most of his lower half.

“Then neither of you meant it! Virgil didn’t know he stepped on your tail at all and you were just acting out of pain a bit, right? So no one’s at fault!” Virgil could argue that Roman was definitely at fault for overreacting like that, but he kept quiet. Roman nodded silently and hung his head. After an awkward moment, Patton stepped around Virgil, maybe a little too far around, and grabbed a towel. He handed it to Virgil then grabbed himself one and forced himself to step just a little bit closer to start wiping up whatever was spilled everywhere. Virgil took a step forwards and began wiping off the counter, careful to try and keep his tarantula half still. He could tell Patton was tense. He was clearly trying not to be afraid of him, but he was, and they both knew it. “What were you making?”

“Does it matter…?”

“Oh… I guess not. I was gonna get some stuff back out for ya!”

“Oh. Sorry. I don’t really know what I was making.” He shrugged. “I’m just hungry.”

“Well, I can help! What about like a protein shake? And now that you mention it, I am too! Oh, right! We never did eat earlier, huh? Sorry about that. Again.”

He smirked as best he could around the fangs. “Could we figure out something with fruit or something at least?”

“Oh, yeah of course! I keep forgetting you don’t like sweet stuff much. Alright, what kinds?”

“Uh…”

“Oh, how about mangoes? Those aren’t always as sweet.” He set down a large can of protein powder and began digging in a basket of various fruits. “Oh, blueberries aren’t that sweet!”

“Uh, sure?” He laid the rag in the sink and began rinsing off the blender cup.

Patton put two small mangos on the counter, then dug in the fridge for blueberries. After setting those down, he turned to Virgil and flinched. “Uh, c-could I have that?” Virgil silently handed over the blender cup. “Thanks. Alright!” Patton clapped his hands together and pasted a smile on his face. “Could you cut the pits out of the mangos?” Virgil nodded and grabbed a knife. Smiling still, Patton filled the blender cup halfway with ice but heard a whistling curse when he turned back to the counter. He gasped as the knife hit the counter. One of the long appendages attached to Virgil’s face was bleeding. He had a first wrapped around it and the appendage was spasming. “Oh, oh, oh! Um… um… Okay, okay, I’m gonna go get some help or something, um… Oh, no, oh no, oh no! Um, okay! I’ll be back!” Patton ran as quickly as he could. “Logan!” He pounded on the locked door. “Logan, it’s Virge! He cut himself! He cut the-” he gestured frantically- “the things of his face!” 

The door opened and they both raced towards the bathroom. “What did he cut?”

“The long-” he gestured again- “things on his face!”

“How deep is the cut?”

“I don’t know!”

“Patton, did he cut it off?!”

“I don’t know! It’s just bleeding really bad!”

Logan cursed under his breath as they rushed back to the kitchen with the supplies. “He must have cut himself off of a break point.” When they reached the kitchen it was clear he cut himself in more spots than one. He was collapsed on the floor, forehead against the counter, each leg peaked and leaning inwards towards his human torso. He was resting in a rapidly growing pool of blood and clearly half unconscious. Roman was on the counter in front of him, his entire front half coated in blood, yowling miserably. The pedipalp that had been cut was bleeding so badly it was hard to tell how far it had been cut, but it was clearly more than halfway. Logan’s entire face went pale.

The death curl.

 “Oh, no. Virgil, no! Can you hear me?! Virgil, you need to stand back up!” He ran over and held his human half off of the counter. “Virgil! Patton, towels!” Patton didn’t move an inch. He was frozen to the spot, crying. “PATTON!”

“O-Okay, okay!” Logan took the first towel and tried to straighten the cut pedipalp, then jumped back in surprise when the entire second half of it fell off into the blood with a splat. Patton sobbed nearby. “We can’t come back like this, can we? He’s gonna die, and he’ll never regenerate! No, no!”

“Patton, if we want him to survive this you need to keep a level head. Firstly, I need a strip of cloth. Then open that first aid box. There is something in there that looks somewhat like a razor. Get that. We will also need a metal contraption that should be with it. Set those aside.” Patton tore a strip off of his shirt and handed it over, and Logan wrapped it around the severed pedipalp above the cut, pulled it as tight as he could, and tied it even tighter. Then he leaned Virgil’s human torso back until it was laying against his tarantula half and gripped a hand around the severed pedipalp, squeezing it as hard as he could. He used his other hand to press a thumb hard against the spot just behind where the pedipalp joined the rest of the scalp. After twenty seconds, finally, the bleeding stopped. “Patton, I need you to untie that fabric.” Patton nodded shakily and forced himself over to Virgil’s arachnid body. His hands shook so bad it took him half a minute to untie the fabric and remove it, and when he did the severed end spurted blood through Logan’s fingers. Patton let out a cry. “That is completely normal. It should stop again in a few seconds.” And in a few seconds, it did. Logan counted two minutes, then slowly removed his thumb, leaving just the hand around the severed end. He counted to four minutes this time before very slowly removing the hand. The wound dribbled for a few seconds before finally stopping. “I need another towel, Patton. A wet towel.” In an instant, he took the towel and began very carefully dabbing the wound clean.” Finally, he stopped and turned to Patton. “Now comes the time we will need to use those tools I asked you to remove earlier.”

Patton was still crying. “What is this one for?”

“That is called a Dermatome. It is a tool used in a surgical process called skin grafting.”

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Mindtrapped Chapter seven: Perforation

Sanders Side fanfiction

Warnings: Semi-serious injury, extreme size difference

1942 words

Roman had brought Patton to the huge room they first woke up in. It was not going well. He had tried everything he could think of, and there had been no shift. Not even a small one… Which left him one option… One he desperately didn’t want to resort to. But if he was going to force another shift in Patton, this was the only way. There was no way he was going to let Patton stay stuck as a frog the size of a quarter. Alright, this better work. But how could he do it? He couldn’t play the bad guy, Patton would see past that in a second, so how could he scare him…? The most obvious thing would be threatening Thomas's safety,  but since they didn't know what state he was in… he felt like that would be going a little too far. So what else scared him…? Ah-ha! Of course! The only other thing that really scared him was the other sides' safety being in jeopardy! So if he put himself in danger… He found a foothold on the cobblestone wall and started climbing.  He couldn't have said how long he climbed but when he finally stopped he couldn't see the ground clearly and he could barely hold on. He stared down at the ground where he'd left Patton and took a deep breath. This better work… He let go. 

"ROMAN!" Patton lunged and caught a fifteen-foot Roman on his fingertip. In less than three seconds Roman was unconscious, and Patton stared blankly. That was... Roman? He lifted his fingertip to his face and squinted. Oh my gosh, it was! That was Roman! Then… How big was he?! If Roman looked that small… He looked around frantically and his stomach dropped to his ankles. He could see the ceiling above him. He could see the ceiling. He'd never seen the ceiling before. Terrified, he looked down at the doorway and to his horror he saw a figure the size of an ant rushing in. He held Roman against him and stared at the tiny figure,  waiting for them to pass out just like Roman had. But they never did. They were just standing there. No, wait… they were moving! He slowly got down on hands and knees and squinted at the tiny figure. It was repeating the same action over and over. He very carefully laid down the finger that held Roman and leaned closer to squint even more at the ant-sized figure. Finally, he saw what it was doing. It was gesturing at the ground and miming laying down. He tilted his head in confusion but slowly made his way into a position where he was laying on his stomach, propping himself up with one arm. With the other hand, he held out the one finger holding Roman towards the tiny figure and realized something — Roman was at least three times the size of the other figure, who raced up to the wall and climbed it partway, gesturing with one arm. Patton obeyed and slid the finger up against the wall. The tiny figure, who he decided must be Logan since Virgil was still bed-bound, dropped onto his finger and walked up and down past Roman, examining him. In an attempt at communication, Logan held up two thumbs-ups and nodded. Patton sighed, nearly knocking Logan right off with the breeze he caused. Roman was okay. He was okay. But why had he jumped in the first place? He knew he had been trying to raise his adrenaline and cause another shift, but he wouldn’t be that desperate, would he? For him? Just to make him more comfortable? Sure being that tiny was scary, but just as Logan had said the outcome of forcing a shift was so much worse. He had been scared, yes, but Roman was so scared when he saw what Patton had become that he’d went unconscious! Why would he do that knowing the risk?! Why hadn’t he just listened to Logan?! Was it so hard to just leave him alone and let the next shift come on it’s own?! He could have handled being stuck as miniature frog for a week or two! Why had he been so determined?! He hadn't realized he'd been crying until he saw the tiny figure pressed against the wall on his fingertip,  soaking wet and barely visible through his tears. Oh,  no! Logan was staring up at him but he couldn't stop it. He couldn't stop himself from crying. Now not only was Roman passed out from merely seeing him, he'd cried,  not even that much,  and had managed to completely soak Logan in the process! He had to calm down! He had to calm down! But how?! What would Logan tell him right now if he could hear him?! Why was this so hard?! Suddenly he realized he was sobbing and Logan had moved to the center of his fingertip, laying over Roman’s body to brace them both as his shaking tried to knock them both off. No, no, no! Okay, think.

Think, Patton! You gotta get them away before you hurt them!

He tipped his finger and slowly let them slide down the wall, then immediately sat up and scooted away from them until he could barely see Logan at all, where he wrapped his arms around himself and sobbed. He sobbed and sobbed and sobbed until he felt weak from it. “Patton!” He froze. Was that…? He looked up from where he’d buried his face in his knees and saw Roman waving his arms frantically. Wait, Roman? He was awake? How long had Patton sat here sobbing? Nevermind that, Roman was trying to get his attention. So he refocused his vision and saw Roman still there waving frantically, and he noticed that he was holding… something. Roman held the tiny something near his face and screamed and Patton heard his barely audible, distant voice. “Patton! Hey, if you’re worried about me, I’m fine!” Patton sniffled and nodded in response, letting a smile spread across his face. That’s true. But then his face sunk again because that wasn’t the point. The point was that no matter if he was fine now, Roman had passed out. Because of him! And worse yet, he’d passed out from fear. From terror. This was the second time he’d scared one of them so badly they lost consciousness! What was wrong with him?! Would it be Logan next? Was he somehow going to scare the literal consciousness out of Logan?! He wiped yet more tears off his face and shook his head. This as all his fault. “Patton! What’s goin’ on?” He shook his head again.

Roman sighed and let the megaphone fall to his side. He wished Patton would just tell him what was wrong! Then Patton did exactly that in a high-pitched sobbing scream and he wished he’d never wanted answers. He collapsed on all fours, hands pressed violently against the sides of his head. Make it stop, make it stop! But the deafening gun-shot voice continued. He forced himself to take his hands off of his ears and think of Logan, who was on the ground beside him, screaming. They could get hurt now, and being half his size, Logan was much more likely to have his eardrums burst than he was, so he clasped his hands around Logan’s entire head. After a few terrible moments he felt Logan pushing against his hands and he pulled them back. It was taking a while for his ears to re-adjust and continue to let him hear anything, so in the meantime, he looked over at Logan and asked if he was alright. Wow, his hearing was really fuzzing out on him, he didn’t hear so much as a distant mumble of what he’d just said. He saw Logan saying something while he got back on his feet but again he didn’t hear a thing. Shaking his head, he pressed his thumbs into his ears and shrieked back from the pain immediately. Why did it hurt so bad?! He shook his head more and pressed his hands over his ears until finally, the throbbing calmed down enough he held still and looked at Logan, who was giving him an odd look. He said something and gestured for him to sit down. He had no idea what was going on so he decided to listen to Logan for now. Once he was sat down Logan said something else and held one hand up near one ear and then the other and spoke again. He stared blankly. What was he doing?

After Roman had sat down Logan quickly warned him what he was doing just in case his theory was wrong. Then he held two fingers beside one of Roman’s ears and snapped a few times, then repeated the process on the other side. No response. “Roman? Did you hear that? Even a single time?” No response. Great. He was afraid that this meant that his hypothesis was correct. He decided to try one more thing, just in case he was acting like this on purpose for some reason. He stepped around behind him where he couldn’t be seen and once again snapped his fingers beside both ears. Again, no response. This was not good. Not good at all. He stepped back around in front of Roman and gestured towards the nearest exit before taking a step towards it. He glanced back to make sure Roman was following before going straight to the hospital room where Virgil was stationed. Immediately Virgil looked up at them. “What was that sound?!”

“It was caused by Patton. Roman caused Patton to experience an involuntary shift and he caused far too much adrenaline in his system at once… If I had to make an educated guess I would assume Patton is currently slightly over one thousand feet tall.”

“Hell no. No way. You are not seriously telling me Patton, of all people Patton, is in the other room a thousand feet tall right now.”

Logan blinked a few times before answering. “I am not, no. I said slightly over one thousand, or that is what I assume.”

“Yeah, not any better. Okay, okay, but that still doesn’t answer my question — what was the sound?”

“Patton was… crying, and Roman successfully contacted with him, and he answered… the problem was that he answered as his sobbing hit a climax, distorting his voice to a high-pitched squeal rather than his average tone.”

“So the piercing, deafening shriek was Patton… crying.”

“In a way, I suppose so. Yes.”

“So what are you doing in here?”

“Ah, well…” He glanced back at Roman, who was staring between the two of them with a confused and exasperated look, and sighed. “In an attempt to secure my own safety Roman abandoned his own and used his hands to give my ears an extra block against Patton’s voice, and…” He took a deep breath. “I believe both of his eardrums have been perforated.”

“You can fix that though... Right?”

“A perforated eardrum can and most commonly does heal, yes, but there is a very limited number of things one can do to speed up the healing process, which often takes roughly three months… And I believe he has lost his sense of hearing… which will likely not return until the perforation itself is healed…”

“So you’re saying he’s deaf for three months?!”

After a long moment, Logan answered him. “Yes. For roughly three months, Roman will likely have a complete loss of hearing… Because he chose to protect me instead of himself…”

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Mindtrapped Chapter eight: Unavoidable

Sanders Sides fanfiction

2052 words

Roman looked between Logan and Virgil. What were they talking about? And why could he still not hear them?! Or anything else?! “Uh, Logan? What are we doing here exactly?” Logan said a few more things to Virgil who looked over at him with the most degrading look he’d ever seen on his face — pity. What right did he have to be giving him that look, huh?! There was nothing wrong with him! “What?!” Virgil and Logan looked at each other meaningfully for a moment before finally Virgil sighed and nodded. What was he agreeing to? What was going on? Logan picked up a clipboard from a nearby stand and began writing on it. After a few tense minutes, Logan handed it over to him hesitantly. Hesitantly? Logan was never hesitant about anything! Slowly he looked down at the page and began reading.

Roman, there is no way I know of to tell you this without distressing you, so I am not attempting to. When Patton attempted to reply to you he created a soundwave that could have easily broken glass if there had been any nearby. I of course gained no damage from the incident thanks to your help, save for a slight ringing. But because you abandoned your own protection to instead protect me, it left your eardrums completely defenseless against the soundwaves Patton’s voice caused. This is going to be difficult for you to accept, but the soundwaves perforated both of your eardrums, immediately cutting off your sense of hearing. Depending on the care taken to aid in the healing process perforated eardrums can take anywhere from two-to-four months to heal. Until your eardrums have healed completely, your hearing will most likely not return. Your hearing may not return until slightly after your eardrums are completely healed. I apologize that there was nothing I could have done to prevent this. 

To summarize this simply, your eardrums are both perforated and until they are completely healed you will essentially remain deaf.

He stared at the page blankly for a full two minutes before the information finally settled in. He collapsed to his knees, finally able to sit upright in the room, but unable to force himself to even try. Roman let himself fold over forwards, letting his face nearly touch the floor. He could feel tears building behind his eyes. No. This wasn’t true. This couldn’t be true. It couldn’t be. No, he wasn’t about to cry about this. This wasn’t happening. It was all some sick joke, it had to be. In a few minutes, his hearing was going to slowly come back, and he would laugh in their faces. He waited for it to return, and waited, and waited. Finally, he tore the page off of the clipboard and crumpled it, then threw both it and the clipboard at the opposite wall. “No! No, you’re wrong! I am fine! I’m fine!” But the longer he sat there the longer he realized that maybe he was the one who was wrong. Nothing was changing. Nothing was changing at all. He couldn’t hear. He couldn’t hear anything. Anything! He realized then that at some point he had started crying and he angrily wiped the tears off his face. No, they were wrong! They had to be! They had to be!

After a very long while, Logan finally stepped up and awkwardly set a hand on Roman’s shoulder, who immediately flinched and looked right at him. Roman’s eyes were red and swollen and he was glaring as best he could. He glanced awkwardly at Virgil and carefully set his hand back down on Roman’s over-sized shoulder, then gestured to himself and then to one of Roman’s ears. Roman shrugged. Sighing, Logan stepped over to a cabinet, where he removed an otoscope and held it up for Roman to see, then gestured again to an ear. Finally, Roman seemed to understand and turned his head where Logan could easily reach it, completely silent except for a few sniffles. Logan only had to look into each ear for about a minute. He slowly shook his head at Virgil, then stepped away to find the clipboard Roman had thrown, which he scribbled down some notes on before removing the paper and leaving it on a countertop. Logan gave Roman and quick glance and dug into the cabinet again. When he returned he had set out the supplies on a moving table, which he wheeled up beside Roman. “What is all that for?” Logan looked up at Roman and grabbed the clipboard to write a quick answer. He showed Roman his answer and waited for him to nod and turn his head before reaching for the supplies. When he had finally secured the gauze on both sides he returned everything to its proper place and looked back at Roman, then wrote a quick note and showed it to him.

There is nothing else I can do for you at the time. If you begin to experience any pain we can treat that but until then simply keep an eye on the bandage and let me know immediately if you begin to experience pain and/or unusual drainage.

  Roman raised an eyebrow. “So that’s it? There’s nothing you can do? I just have to wait?!” Logan held up a new note in answer.

That is correct. Again, if you begin to experience any pain we can and will treat that but until/unless that does happen there is nothing else I can do.

There was a long silence, after which Virgil spoke up. “So is Patton still in there? You know, huge?”

“Yes, I believe so.”

Finally, Roman shook his head and turned to the doorway. “I’m leaving guys. I need time to think.”

They both silenced and watched him go. “Just as I presumed he is not taking this well at all…”

“Just give him his space. You might need a minute too if you were told you’d be deaf for the next three months.”

Logan nodded. “Addressing the previous topic, why are you concerned as to Patton’s whereabouts and form in this exact moment?”

“Cause he’s literally like the embodiment of emotions and all that and if he knew he hurt Roman he would probably lose it?”

“That is an excellent point. I’m going to check on him.” Logan left without a word and went straight back to the giant room. Patton was there, still nearly a thousand feet tall. He was hugging his knees to his chest, face hidden in them, shoulders shaking as he cried. Logan looked around and quickly found the megaphone that had been discarded earlier. “Patton! I need you to attempt to calm yourself!” 

Patton’s head jerked up and he stared down at Logan. His face was stained with tear streaks and his eyes were red and swollen. “Is he okay?”

   Logan had to force himself not to flinch at the volume as Patton’s voice shook every inch of him. “Both of his eardrums have been perforated, temporarily eliminating his sense of hearing. It will take roughly three months for the perforations to heal, and it may be slightly longer than that until his hearing returns. Patton?” Patton was staring down at him, face frozen in a look of horror, tears streaming down his face. 

Slowly, he brought his hands up to cover his mouth and shook his head. “He can’t hear…?”

“No, he cannot hear. But it is temporary.”

“And it was because of me…?”

Logan hesitated for a long time before answering. “His eardrums were perforated because of the extreme volume of your voice caused by your current size. And so, since you did not choose to become this size and are unable to change your size and reverse it… Physically, yes, you screaming did result in Roman’s eardrums being perforated. But in simple terms, it is not your fault.”

“But it is my fault! I did this… I did that to him…”

Logan flinched at the volume. “Patton, you could not control your size. There was nothing you could have done to change the situation.”

“Yeah, maybe…”

“Patton, if you do not have another shift in the next few hours I will have to force one.”

“What…? Why?”

“Because in our current states we have needs. It is simply unreasonable to try to cook anything that would satisfy your hunger at your size, and if you were to need the restroom there is no way you would fit into the hallway to get there.”

“Oh. Okay…”

“Is that not preferable to your current state?”

“Yeah, no, I want to shift again! I definitely don’t want to be this big any more. But… what if I hurt someone again?”

“Unlikely. But in such a scenario we do have access to medical facilities. Anything we could need is in the room Virgil is currently housed in.”

“Okay… If you’re sure…”

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It had been four hours since that conversation and nothing had changed with Patton. Logan took a deep breath and stepped into the giant room, putting on a solemn expression. “Patton, it’s Roman. He is-”

Before Logan could register what was happening Patton was back to his normal size and clinging to Logan’s shoulders. “Tell me he’s okay! Please, Logan! Please! Is he okay?!”

Logan sighed and nodded. “I was going to say that Roman is in need of some comfort. He is not taking his temporary deafness well.”

Patton nodded, unable to hold back tears. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I thought something was wrong!”

“He is well, Patton. Would you like me to escort you to him?”

Patton nodded, and so Logan led him to the living room, where he was met with a heart wrenching sight. Roman, normally sized, was sitting on the couch with a disney music video playlist turned on on the TV, staring at the screen dejectedly, sniffling and blinking hard. Patton covered his mouth. “Oh, Roman…” He slowly stepped forwards until Roman caught sight of him and flinched, immediately turning the TV off.

“Uh, Patton! Y-You’re back to normal!”

Patton nodded and smiled sadly at him. Then he pointed to the TV and put a hand over his heart. “I-I - it was nothing! I was just watching it for the video. Really.” Patton sighed and shook his head, moving over to sit next to him on the couch. He looked at him meaningfully and nodded, then held out his arms. Roman stared for a moment, then he burst into tears and collapsed into the hug. “It’s not fair, Patton! It’s not fair!” Patton hugged him back, and he sobbed into Patton’s shoulder. “I’m not me without sound! How am I supposed to learn new songs?! How can I sing when I can’t hear if I go too high or too low?! Why did I have to lose my hearing?! Not that I’d wish this on anyone else, but Virgil doesn’t rely on sound! Or… or…” Patton pulled back and shook his head, putting a hand over Roman’s heart. Roman sniffled. “I know, I know, I’m better than this.” Patton nodded gently, then hung his head and shook it. “What? What is it?” Patton looked back up at him, and there were tears in his eyes, making him blink rapidly. He held up both hands in a pleading motion and mouthed “I’m sorry”. Roman looked confused. “I don’t get what you’re saying…” Patton shook his head and pointed to his ears, then gestured to himself and mimed screaming before repeating the pleading motion and mouthing another apology. “Oh, that! I’m not angry at you for that. If it was anyone’s fault it was mine for forcing you to shift in the first place.” Patton shook his head violently. “Okay, fine then, it was no one’s fault. It happened anyway, so does it really matter whose fault it is?” Patton sighed and shrugged. “Okay, then let's forget it. Whether it was your fault or mine it still happened… So it doesn't matter…” Patton nodded slowly, then offered him another hug, which he accepted. “Thanks for coming to say hi… even though I can’t hear you…”

Patton hugged him tighter and spoke to him softly, even though he knew he couldn’t hear him. “I love all of you guys, no matter what…”

[gt-fluffy-vore]

Mindtrapped Chapter two: Adrenaline

Sanders Sides fanfiction

Warnings: GT, tricking people into being afraid, major panic attack, almost vore but nothing actually happens?, accidental self-harm, people turning into animals, mention of violent images

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It had been three weeks since they’d gotten stuck, and in that time Logan had done nothing but study. He performed countless experiments on the four Sides individually and wrote down absolutely everything. It turns out the room they woke up in was part of a facility of some kind. It was the farthest room on the east side of the building. Weirder yet, the facility was… seemingly there for them. They each had a bedroom, there was a living room, a kitchen, bathroom, and quite a few other miscellaneous rooms, one of which was a lab, which contained a large desk and all the paper Logan could ever need. 

The first thing they discovered was that the involuntary size-shifting applied to all of them and was most likely triggered by adrenaline, according to Logan’s notes. Although, no one had ever actually seen Logan involuntarily change size or form, so as far as they knew, it only applied to the other three.

They never did find Remus or Janus, which meant that, thankfully, wherever they were, those two weren’t stuck with them. But that worried Logan more than anything as to what that could mean for Thomas, which only brought up more questions and less answers…

Another thing they discovered almost immediately, was… for some reason, stuck in this place, unable to use their own abilities correctly, they also had taken on normal, real-world, human functions. They had to learn to share a bathroom, to cook, to establish proper sleep schedules, but most importantly they had to learn how to keep themselves from getting hurt in the process. Now that they couldn’t manipulate themselves at will, they couldn’t repair themselves if they got burned, or cut, ect. Currently Logan was examining Virgil’s arm, where he’d cut himself open trying to use a kitchen knife the day before. “I believe these samples should be sufficient.”

“What are you trying to find with this anyway?”

“I am trying to decipher exactly how our DNA structure has changed, and… why we have them at all, being figments of Thomas’s imagination.”

“Well, tell me if you figure it out.” Virgil turned to leave, but before he could, Patton came bounding around the corner towards the door.

“Logan! Have you figured out anything new?” Wham! He fell face-first over a cord laying over the doorway and… suddenly his massive form filled half of the lab, stuck half-in and half-out of the room, his waist filling every inch of the doorway. “Uh, we got a big problem… again.”

“And... a really small one.”

Logan looked down at the now two inch tall Virgil. “Oooh…” He took a deep breath and looked between the giant Patton and shrunken Virgil. They waited patiently until he flung a hand up in a way that clearly said ‘duh!’. “These involuntary changes are triggered by adrenaline. So if we can force a rush of adrenaline it should cause another dramatic change, hopefully in our favor.”

“Hopefully?!”

“Well, we can’t be entirely certain that it will elicit the opposite effect, but with any luck… Virgil, may I speak with you privately for a moment?”

“Uh, I guess…”

Nodding, Logan crouched down and held a hand down to him. Virgil flinched back and looked up at him like he was crazy. “It will only be for a moment.” Groaning, Virgil climbed on his palm and found himself completely frozen, clinging to Logan’s pinky finger desperately, eyes squeezed shut. As Logan carefully set him on the desk and sat down, Patton got the hint and started humming to keep himself from hearing them. Even so, Logan leaned down and whispered. “I apologize.” Virgil looked confused, so he explained. “You were unsettled, were you not?”

“Oh…”

He nodded slightly, then moved on. “I think I know how to raise Patton’s adrenaline enough to cause a sufficient reaction. But, it will involve some… acting…”

A few minutes later, Patton stopped humming abruptly as Logan turned around, holding Virgil up by the hood with one hand and holding an open pair of scissors around him with the other. “Uh, watcha got there, uh… L-Logan?” His breathing was already strained.

Logan narrowed his eyes and forced a grin over his face. “Have you ever wondered what one of us would look like if we were just a half?”

Patton’s giant face twisted with horror. “L-Logan, let’s t-talk about this!”

“What’s there to talk about, Patton? Why don’t we just see?”

Logan closed the scissors just slightly and Virgil thrashed violently. “Patton, please!”

Patton was looking desperate, eyes darting madly, breathing heavy. “Please, Logan, put him down!”

“What if I don’t… want to?”

“Logan, please! I… I don’t wanna have to hurt you!”

“Patton, you don’t have to.” Suddenly his expression had returned completely to normal and he set Virgil down in his palm and set the scissors back on his desk. Virgil did, once again, cling to Logan’s finger — he didn’t like being that high up, and he hated being that small. “I’m not going to do anything to Virgil.”

He sniffled and wiped at some tears that were starting to form. “Wh-What?”

“I’m not going to hurt Virgil. How tall are you right now?”

He looked down at himself, then realized he was standing up in the doorway and squealed. “You never were going to… I’m sorry I thought you’d do something like that. So you both faked that… for me? To fix my size? How’d you do it?!”

“As I have said before, these changes are triggered by adrenaline. So we simply had to cause a large enough rush of adrenaline, and that caused another involuntary shift, luckily one that was to our preference.”

“So whenever that happens we just gotta get me worked up and it’ll fix it?”

“No. Causing a rush of adrenaline triggers an involuntary shift. When we caused you to get a rush of adrenaline it triggered an involuntary shift that… shrunk you. And since you were already larger than your normal height, it counteracted your size and returned you to normal. The only reason I attempted something so dangerous is because you were blocking the only exit to this room, and now that we all have real-world bodily functions one of us would eventually need a restroom or the kitchen. We were very lucky this time, but in the future please do not try to raise your adrenaline levels, as it could just as easily have simply exaggerated your size further.”

“So… don’t get worked up on purpose.”

“Please do not.”

“Okay. But, uh, how do we fix the other little problem we got on our hands? Or, on your hands.”

“Oh, of course! I apologize, Virgil, I forgot for a moment I was still holding you.”

“Comforting…” Logan crouched down and moved to set him back on the floor. “Um, actually!” Logan froze. “Before you put me back down…”

“What’s up, kiddo? Ya alright down there?” Patton crouched down in front of Logan.

“Uh… I’m hungry. That still feels weird to say…”

“Now that you mention it, I am too!”

They both stood back up and Logan held out the hand containing Virgil. “I will let the two of you go, then. I have yet to examine the samples I extracted from Virgil’s wound.”

“Oh!” Patton reached out awkwardly, then pulled his hand back before finally setting it flat against Logan’s and waited for Virgil to crawl over. “Ya alright?” Virgil nodded hesitantly — which wasn’t entirely true, but if he answered any other way Patton would just freak out. “Well, see you later. Thanks, Logan!”

“Of course.”

There was one more thing they’d discovered about this place — the cupboards and the fridge in the kitchen never depleted. They could eat as much as they wanted and nothing ever ran out, which was very useful. Once they got to the kitchen, the first thing they noticed was a snow white cat sitting on the kitchen counter directly opposite the door. At seeing them, it immediately started meowing loudly to get their attention. “Where’d you come from, little guy?” The cat batted at his hand, then turned, showing off the golden streak on it’s shoulder, before balancing on it’s back feet and holding a single paw above it’s head. Patton gasped. “Roman?!” The cat nodded firmly, then started pacing the counter, meowing angrily. “Okay, I get you’re upset, but there are worse things to be stuck as, right? I mean, Virgil’s just tiny.” He lowered his cupped hands so Roman could see the two inch Virgil resting in them, and they both stared at each other in shock until finally Roman snickered and flicked his head.

“Well you’re not exactly show ready either!”

“Guys!” Patton cupped his other hand around Virgil and spun him away. “Let’s try and remember we’re all friends here!” They both turned their heads away and Roman flicked his tail angrily. “Come on, guys! This is happening to all of us, let’s try to support and encourage each other!” Virgil sighed, and Roman decided being angry at Virgil was less important than freaking out about the fact the fact that he was a cat and continued to pace. “Um, well… we were just gonna find something to eat, but I’m sure Logan could try to help you turn back! He’s in the lab still. He actually just helped me get back to normal size! Isn’t that cool?!” Roman hung his head and hopped off the counter, then trudged out of the room. “Good luck!” He waited until Roman was gone, then turned and set  Virgil on the counter. “Lucky. I wanna be a kitty too… Maybe next time!”

“Right… Lucky…”

“Whatcha want?”

Virgil shrugged. “I really don’t care, I just don’t want to be hungry. And nothing sweet.”

Patton slowly slid the box of cupcakes back to the back of the counter and moved to the fridge. “What about some of that rice stuff we had last night?”

He shrugged again. “Sure.”

Smiling, Patton got out the container and closed it in the microwave, then opened a cupboard for the dishes and gasped. “Oh my gosh, tiny bowl!” He took out the miniature dish with two fingers and grinned. “Do you see this?!”

“Yeah. I do. It’s the same one that’s been here the past three weeks. Same mini silverware too.”

Gasping, he pulled open the silverware drawer and squealed. “Tiny silverware!”

“Yeah. I know.”

“It’s so cuuute!”

“Uh-huh. The microwave’s done.”

It was, in fact, beeping, and Virgil jumped down into the drawer to retrieve his silverware as Patton took it out. But when he tried to climb back out, he realized… he was too short to reach the edge of the counter. His heart raced as his mind jumped to a million worse-case-scenarios, throwing images of himself getting trapped and starving to death, or growing while in the drawer, or worse yet getting caught in the rotating wheel at the end of the drawer’s groove and being crushed like he was pushed through a meat grinder! Or what if he tried to climb out on the side of the drawer and it closed on him and his top half got caught against the countertop but the bottom was still caught against in the drawer and… and… He took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and let it out slowly. He wasn’t alone. Patton was here. But he would have to ask for his help. The thought made him shudder. Patton could be pretty clumsy sometimes, anything could go wrong! What if he dropped him?! Hands shaking, he took a deep breath and swallowed hard. “Virgil? Oh, hey! There ya are! What are ya doin’ in there, kiddo? Virgil?”

Virgil flinched out of his thoughts and looked up at him. “Uh…” He looked nervously down at himself, then up at the countertop. “Uh…” Why was it so hard to just say it?! Patton wouldn’t think any worse of him for asking for his help! Would he…? “I…”

“Oh, oh! You got stuck in there, huh?” Virgil breathed a sigh of relief. “You should’a just said somethin’!” Patton reached down a single finger and held it out to him like a step stool. 

Shaking, Virgil climbed on, then jumped to the countertop. “Th-Thanks.”

“That’s what friends are for! Oh, duh!” He slid the tiny bowl over to him, then got up to find himself a chair.

Virgil watched him leave, then got up and stepped over to Patton’s bowl. Now that he had to eat, Patton had quickly gotten a terrible sweet tooth and almost couldn’t eat anything that wasn’t coated in sugar. He climbed a spare eraser Logan had left, then realized it wasn’t tall enough and turned it on end before climbing it again and peering into the giant bowl. He was genuinely surprised for a moment. He was actually… eating the same thing as Virgil. Nothing sweet about it at all. He was trying to climb back down when the eraser tipped back over on it’s side and in an attempt to try and stay standing, Virgil rammed his thighs into the edge of the bowl and was sent tumbling head first into the bowl. Before he could even sit up properly, he heard Patton set down his chair and froze. Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no, oh no! He would see him, right? He was suddenly having an incredibly difficult time breathing. Right?! Virgil scrambled at the side of the bowl desperately, only to slip and tumble further into the bowl. Oh, no. He saw a ginormous silver spoon dig into the rice under him and fell on his back, beginning to hyperventilate. He stared up at the huge face, barely able to breath, and tears ran down his face as Patton started opening his mouth. He tried, and failed, and tried, and failed again, and finally he was able to muster out some sort of half-word just before the spoon passed his lips. “P-P-P-PATTON!”

Clang! The spoon went clattering to the counter and Patton shrieked and shot his hands to his mouth. “VIRGIL?!” Virgil landed roughly on the countertop, then rolled and slammed into Patton’s bowl, where he immediately collapsed and started sobbing. “Are you okay?!” Patton had both hands over his mouth, and tears were beginning to form in his eyes. “Oh my gosh, Virgil! I-I’m so sorry! I-I - I h-had no idea! I’m so sorry, Virgil! Are you okay?! Virgil?!” He carefully slid his bowl to the side so he could see him and noticed he was breathing heavy and rapidly — not hyperventilating now, but close. “Oh, Virgil! I-I’m so sorry!” He finally uncovered his mouth again to wipe the rest of his face dry, but he couldn’t stop crying. “I’m really, really sorry! Virgil? Can you hear me? Are y-you hurt anywhere?” Virgil turned to lay on his back and shook his head in answer, and Patton let out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness!” He sniffled. “I thought - I thought-!  You-!” He hiccuped, then sniffled, then hiccuped again. “I’m so sorry!”

“What on earth is going on here?!” Patton looked over and there, standing in the doorway, cat-Roman sitting beside him, was Logan.