Sanders Sides ONESHOTS

Defeatist

Before I continue, look how much this guy from Sherlock Holmes looks like Joan. (I forget his name since he's not much of a character. Ut starts with an M I think, and it sounds Italian.)

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     "Okay okay, let's stop here." Thomas said.
     "What? Preposterous! I am just getting to a cessation!" Logan complained. He waved his hands around to make a point.
     Thomas glanced over at Anxiety, who was huddled in his sweater, nervously tapping the desk in front of him. He stared at the floor next to him.
     Logan noticed his glances and looked over. He dropped his shoulders from being so tense, and sighed. "I suppose we can leave it here."
     Thomas focused his mind and they were back in the living room. He checked his phone and looked up at the other two. "I gotta get goin' guys. See you later."
     Anxiety was about to sink down when Logan stopped him. "I'm... sorry? That I called you a defeatist..?" He sighed and fixed his glasses. "Look, I'm not good with apologies. But I know I was.. well... wrong, I suppose.."
     "You weren't wrong, Logan." He stopped himself. "You were just.. a little over-the-top."
     "I'm... sorry.." Logan bowed and sunk down to his room.
     Anxiety smiled a little and sunk down to the mind palace living room where Patton and Roman were battling in a game of Mario Kart Deluxe. He grabbed the third controller when they finished the round and joined in, immediately beating both of them.
     "That seems hardly fair! He always beats us! And we never have a chance!" Roman crossed his arms and tapped his finger.
     "Maybe your just a sore loser, Princey." Anxiety stuck his tongue out at him.
     "I beg your pardon?!" He whipped his head around and they glared at each other.
     "Enough arguing!" Patton scolded. "I'm gonna go make lunch. How do 'Patton Sandwiches' sound?" He smiled and hopped up.
     They all cheered at the 'Patton Sandwiches' mention.  A sandwich made with deli meat, freshly cut tomatoes, lettuce, olives, sasauge, and cut in the shapes of dogs for Roman, Patton and Logan, cats for Anxiety, and snakes for Deceit.
     "Move over, Jack Smellington! I want to have a game against these two nerds!" Roman announced.
     "Excuse me?" Deceit sat down. "I am not far from a nerd." He grabbed the controller. "But your not on."
     Logan sat down between them and grabbed the wii controller Anxiety was using.
     "Prepare to lose." He said, puahing up his glasses with a glint.

     Anxiety laughed as Roman threw the controller at him. "I can't believe you lost to Logan!" He laughed more.
     "I did say, prepare to lose, did I not?" He smirked as  Roman shot a glare at him.
     Anxiety sat between them. "Let's not kill anyone, now." He pointed to the kitchen.   "Patton Sandwiches are almost done."
     "Patton Sandwiches?" Logan and Deceit said at once.
     "Yup!" The chef giggled. "Here you are, kiddos." Patton brought over plates for them, setting them on the ottoman for them to grab.
     "I needed this after being played like a fiddle!"
     "Oh no, Roman." Logan smirked. "Fiddles are actually very hard to play." He turned his head. "I played you like the cheap kazoo you are."
     The prince put a hand to his chest. "You didn't."
     Anxiety put sunglasses on. "Get bone'd bitch."
     Logan sat back as Roman glared at him. He bit his sandwich with joy.
     "I wanted to go to the dog park today. The one with the big doggie pool. Does that sound fun?" Patton beamed.
     "That sounds awesome, dad." Anxiety smiled a little.   "Let's get ready after we finish our food."

     They all decided to walk since it was a nice day. Logan and Anxiety fell behind the rest of them.
     "I apologise for calling you a defeatist earlier, Anxiety." He cleared his throat and fixed his glasses.
     "It's alright, Logan. In all honesty, I don't even know what a defeatist is." He shrugged.
     "Well that's, kind of stupid of you."
     Anxiety elbowed him lightly in the arm. "Let's catch up to them."
     "Anxiety wait." Logan watched as the other turned around, looking at him with curiousity. He found it wasn't the right time to ask.
     "You gonna say something?" Anxiety raised a brow.
     "Ah, no, nevermind. Let's go."