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accidentally-logince · 6 years

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New Door

A/N: This was originally going to be a snippet in Deadly Red (it takes places in the Duality Virgil/Deadly Red/Puppeteer Logan universe, but you don’t need to read them to understand it) but I decided it was too long to be what I wanted it to be so here you go because I feel like I need to upload literally anything atm ALSO its tiny Sides; Thomas would be about six years old at this point in the timeline

Warnings: Food mention, blood mention

(If there are any more, PLEASE tell me!)

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairings: Platonic Royality

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"You are not going in there."

I throw my head back and groan. "But Logannnnnnn," I whine.

"No! How are we s'pposed to know where it goes to?" Logan asks, crossing his arms.

"You're telling me," I say, placing my hands on my hips, "that you see a door just poof onto the wall, and you don't wanna go explore?"

"What if you can't get back?" Logan's too-big glasses slip down his nose, and he pushes them back up. "Or what if it's filled with spiders?" he taunts, leaning forward, holding up his hands and waggling his fingers.

That stops me for a second, but I shake my head. "Stop tryna scare me. There wouldn't be a door in Tommy's brain that goes to a room of spiders."

"That's not the point. C'mon, lets go eat, I'm hungry," Logan grumbles, tugging on my arm.

I try to pry his fingers away. "You don't need my help to spread Crofters onto bread. You don't even let me use the knifes."

"That's. Not. The. Point," Logan grunts, trying to pull me toward the stairs. He's not strong enough, though, and falls backward, landing on his butt. He huffs, annoyed, and pushes himself to his feet. "Y'know what? Fine. Go through the stupid door. I can take care of Thomas myself." He stomps down the stairs. "I hope you don't come back!"

He was very emotionally charged for the logical side.

I turn to face the door, staring at the handle. I talked a big game. I really am pretty nervous.... maybe I should just go and eat with Logan.

"No," I say to myself. "He's just gonna say 'I told you so'. It's just a door. I'm not scared of a door." I reach for the handle, my other hand balling into a fist. I push the door, and it squeaks open. When I peer around it, I expect to see a dark room, but am instead greeted by a spring forest.

"Outside?" I whisper to myself. My eyebrows pull up in confusion. "But... the ground wouldn't be on the second floor..." I glance back out into the hallway. The stairs still go down. I'm not on the ground. This isn't really outside.

I push the door closed slowly behind me, and walk inside further, twigs crunching under my feet. I stare down the path, and breathe in the surprisingly clean air. I let out a giggle when I exhale; something about the air of this room made me feel really light. More than usual, even.

A rabbit runs into the center of the path in front of me, and I stare at for a second with wide eyes.

"Hello." I say, waving at the rabbit. Its nose twitches once and then it hops away into the trees. "Wait! Wait for me!"

I run after the rabbit, pushing branches and bushes out of my way. "Slow down! Let me come too!" I push past another bush, squeezing my eyes shut as the leaves press against my face. When I come out the other side, I find myself in a large clearing.

"Where'd you go, bunny?" I whisper, looking around. The rabbit was nowhere to be seen. Maybe it went into a rabbit hole. I walk along, staring at the ground, hoping to find a hole. "Bunny! Bunny, where are you?"

A twig snaps behind me, and I whirl around. The rabbit sits in front of me, its nose still twitching. "I found you!"

The rabbit turns tail and runs away. "Aww, not again!" I pump my arms, trying to keep up with the rabbit. It darts down a hill, and I turn to follow it. "Almost got you," I grunt, sticking out my tongue. Suddenly, my foot catches on a rabbit hole, and the next thing I know, I'm tumbling down the hill.

"Ack! Ow! Owwww!" I fall to the bottom, laying in a heap, curled in a ball. Sobs shake my shoulders, and I lean down to poke at my knee, where the skin has all scraped off on the dirt, and a pebble is stuck in a gash that bleeds down to my foot. "Logan! L-Logan help!" It was akin to a child calling for their mother. I hug my legs to my chest, my tears falling into the bloody river pooling toward my feet. I bury my head between my knees, the exposed skin burning as I shake and cry into my legs.

"Are you okay?" I sniff and lift my head, my face covered in snot and tears. In front of me is a boy, around my age. He's wearing a white shirt, with a red sash running across his chest. A little circular crown sits on top of his head. "Did it hurt when you fell?"

I stare at him blankly for a second. Was he flirting? That's what that is, right? "I'm not an angel. Logan says I'm not 'elegant' enough."

The boy's face screws up, and he starts to giggle. "No, no. That was the one time I wasn't trying to use a pickup line." He composes himself, and he gives me a little smile. "I meant the hill. That looked like it was a long way down."

"Oh. Oh! U-um, yeah. I scraped my knee."

The boy leans over my shoulder, looking at my leg. "That doesn't look good," he says, his eyebrows pulling up. He reaches his hand out. "Come with me, I can help you."

Hesitantly, I grab his hand, and he helps to pull me up. Unlike Logan, he's strong enough that I don't really need to put a lot of pressure on my leg to stand up, and then he hoists my arm over his shoulder. "Lift your leg up, and I can walk for you."

I bring my leg up, wincing when I bend it. "Ouch," I mutter. Tears spring into my eyes again, and I blink them away. The boy holds my hand to keep my arm around his neck, and I hop along as he walks. It's only when we start to move that I notice the little red cape flowing from his back.

"I'm Roman," he says suddenly. "I'd shake your hand, but my arms are kind of busy at the moment."

"I'm Patton," I respond, my eyes drifting up to the top of his head, at the crown. A red gem pokes out of the front, and three dull spires come out of the top. "Are you a prince?" I ask in awe.

"Why, yes! This is my kingdom!" The formality of his words don't fit his high voice.

"Where are we going? Are we going to a castle?"

Roman's eyebrows pull up, and his eyes drift to the ground. "No, I had somewhere else in mind." He shakes his head a bit, and the smile returns to his face. "Don't worry. You're going to love it!"

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We hobble our way up a slope, the forest around us growing thinner as we moved forward. When we stop, we're at the edge of a cliff. But not one of those craggy, rock covered, oh-no-I'm-gonna-fall-a-thousand-feet-to-my-death cliffs. Low leaves hang over the edge of the hill, and flowers dot the grass around us.

"Sit here."

Roman pulls my arm off of his shoulder, grabbing my other hand and helping me kneel. The grass is soft under my skin, and I find myself running my hands through it, giggling. "Look," Roman says, pointing out over the edge. On the horizon, a castle sits between two tall trees. The setting sun makes the edges of the castle shine, and the inside is a dark silhouette, contrasted against the pink and orange sky.

"Woah," I say. "This is so pretty! You live here?" I spring to my feet, my eyes widening as the sun dips lower in the sky.

"That leg seems better," Roman says.

I look down, where the scrape on my leg is gone. I bring my hand down and prod at the skin. It stays closed. There's no trace of blood.

"How'd you do that?" I ask, twisting my leg. I look back at Roman, who has a smirk on his face.

"In my kingdom, I can make whatever I want," he says, standing up, and looking out over the edge with me. "All the forests, and the way the sky turns purple when he sun goes away... I did that. I made my kingdom, just the way I like it."

"I wish I could do that." I crouch down, sitting in the soft grass again. I pick a flower, twirling it in my fingers. The petals lift up as the wind catches them from below. "Are you the only one here?"

Roman looks down, down to the bottom of the cliff's edge. "Yeah. That's why I don't really like to be in the castle. Castles are meant to share. With people you love. But it's really lonely with just me."

"Well... why don't you make it smaller? To fit just you?" I suggest. "And then you could make houses. Villages! With people to share your big forests with you? And you can be the Prince of all of it."

Roman's lips curl into a small smile. "Maybe I'll do just that. But I don't think I'm that powerful yet."

I tap my chin, biting at the inside of my lip. "Oh! You could come and be with me and Logan! Our house is small enough that you won't feel alone, and then we could see each other! Every day! And it's not really far from your room!"

"My... room?"

"Yeah! Your room," I say, nodding. "Me and Logan have our own rooms too. All Sides do. They're like our own personal kingdoms. But me and Logan's are a bunch smaller."

"What are Sides?" Roman asks. He sits down next to me, his cape falling gently over his legs.

"Us. Me and Logan and you. We're the people that help Tommy to make decisions, and work on things. I'm like the emotions, and Logan is the smarts."

"So... if I'm a Side, then what would I be?" Roman asks, cocking his head.

"Well sometimes it takes a little bit until we figure it out. But that doesn't mean you're not important. Just because someone doesn't have a label doesn't mean they don't matter. Without you, then Tommy wouldn't be Tommy." I smile, and lean my head down onto Roman's shoulder, yawning. "And I bet if we go to Logan, he can help us figure it out. He's really smart."

The sun has finally made its way below the horizon, and the moon is high in the sky, bright enough that there's a soft blue glow illuminating the fields below us. The sky is purple, just like Roman said, and I stare up at it, drinking in the relaxing feeling that Roman's room gives me.

"I really like your kingdom, Roman."

I feel his shoulders fall, as if relaxing his muscles. "I like my kingdom too. But I think I'd like to see yours."

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