UNKNOWN || NWONKNU

What do you want? Fame? Fortune? Love? Revenge? Happiness? Grief? 

If I were to tell you that you could have one thing, just one, and you would have it for the rest of your life, what would you choose? What would you desire most in the world?

What do you desire most in the world?

I know what you desire, Logan, you just have to say it. Don't you know the old fashioned saying?

Ask and you shall receive.

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LOGIC || LOGAN

I keep my eyes on my desk, a cup of hot tea right next to me as I focus on my work, very urgent, important work. My eyes stay glued to the document in front of me. The large, serif printed letters at the top of it. Bold black ink stares up at me, I flick my eyes away after holding my gaze for a spell. The tag of the tea bag hangs off the side of my mug, brushing against my fingers as I bring the cup up to my mouth. Piping hot tea cascades down my throat, stinging it as he washed by. My tongue burned from it's temperature.

Anxiety's lingering gaze pierces my thoughts as I set the mug down. The slight tilt of his head as I paced the kitchen floor, the way it had followed me after I brushed his shoulder as I went down the stairs.

What did he know?

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NO ONE || ENO ON

A G R E E M E N T

Logan, Logic, whatever you prefer. If you sign on the lines below my terms and conditions, just sign, you will granted whatever you wish.

I advise you sign, if you truly care.

Go on, Logan, I don't bite.

Much.

X __________________________________________

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ROMAN || CREATIVITY

"Virgil, have you seen Patton? I don't think he's been walking around for a couple of days. You don't think he's holed up in his room, do you? That's not really like him." I knock lightly on the dark trait's door, racing a hand through my hair before he opened it. I didn't want him to think I was flopping on keeping my appearance just because Thomas hasn't been needing us for videos lately. Never.

I heard footsteps approach the door, but it doesn't open. I don't hear the familiar jiggle of a doorknob.

A loud noise sounds behind the wooden door.

I feel alone.

"Go back to bed, Roman." Virgil's voice drifts through the door, sounding tired and sad, just like usual. "Patton is probably fine. He's probably just having a feelings attack or something, you know, just Patton things. He's random like that." The dark presence I usually feel around his room lifts for a second but also tightens around my throat. Maybe I'm just stood too close. I slowly begin to nod even though he can't see me.

"I...I guess you're right, Virge, I must have been overreacting. Just like you sometimes, huh?" I get no answer. "Look, about the other day....I really meant that apology, you know that?" Still, I get no answer, only silence.

I turn around, making my way back to my room, walking at my normal pace, maybe a bit slower now that I think about it.

I hear another thud.

I begin to run.

Smoke floods my vision.

I stumble to the ground.

I can't tell if my eyes are closed or not anymore, my throat tightens up all over again. It doesn't take me long to realize that I'm choking. Coughing and sputtering, I try to crawl forward, but I can't remember if I'm even facing forward anymore. I keep pushing myself, coughing and gasping for breath that I can't find anymore. My arms and legs burn as I push myself up, hands sweeping the room to find something to guide me until I crumple once again, the world turning to darkness as the breath is stolen from me all over again. The coughing and sputtering stops. 

The struggling stops.