Q: Who else watches Shane Dawson's spooky videos?

Pairing: Analogical

Logan jolted awake, he coughed and gasped for breath and frantically looked around. It was dark and cold, he sat uncomfortably on a chair, his hands bound behind him. His breath hitched in his throat and he struggled against the restraints, burning his wrists with the rough rope as he did so.

“No no no.” He muttered and tugged harder, more desperately, fear invaded his mind and coursed through his veins. His heart hammered against his chest and his chest rose and fell quickly. He tugged and pulled up to the point where his wrists began to bleed and his chest hurt, his lungs ached.

His vision blurred as he hyperventilated, tears welled up in his eyes. “Help!” He yelled pleadingly, his yell ripping through his throat. “Somebody please help me!” He sobbed. Something that he never did in front of anyone.

He was terrified.

He didn't want to be alone...

Wheezes passed through his trembling lips, his body trembled with fear, tear dripped down his cheeks, some landing on the lenses of his cracked glasses. “Please...” He whimpered.

“Please don't leave me alone.”

His hands were slick with his blood, the metallic smell sickened him and made his stomach churn uneasily. Bile rose to his throat and he gagged, had it not been for the loss of breath he would have been retching by now. He coughed and gasped, feeling his throat tighten.

The sound of a door being thrown open made him jump and light suddenly flooded the once dark room. Logan flinched hard and gasped. “Logan?”

The logical trait snapped his head up. “V-Virgil?” He stammered nervously.

The anxious trait gasped and immediately ran to Logan's aid. Logan flinched beneath his gentle touch and yelped. “It's okay! It's okay it's just me I'm not going to hurt you.” Virgil reassured and stroked his hair back. Logan coughed and choked on a sob. “Hey hey come on, look at me.” Virgil cupped Logan's face in his hands. The logical trait rested his eyes on him, his chest heaving, wheezes ripped through his throat. He looked paler than usual which worried the dark persona.

“Breathe Logan, come on, breathe.” Virgil demanded in a soothing tone. His eyes scanned him over until they rested on his bound, damaged hands. He gasped and quickly went to work, carefully untying the rope with ease trying not to hurt Logan any more than he already was. Virgil cringed as his hands almost instantly got covered with the trait's blood, he was beyond shocked.

There was so much blood...

He swallowed the lump in his throat and took a deep shaky breath. “You're going to be okay.” He reassured, it was meant for Logan, but he needed to reassure himself too.

Logan pursed his lips and focused on trying to steady out his breathing, he counted in his head and cleared his mind, focusing on Virgil's comforting words. When the ropes were finally undone Virgil quickly wrapped his arms around Logan who leaned into him. “You found me.” Logan whispered. “Yes, and you're safe.” Virgil nodded and ran his fingers through his disheveled hair.

Logan sighed and winced as he returned the much needed hug. His blood stained Virgil's hoodie but he didn't seem to mind or care at the moment. Logan was okay, he was safe and unharmed. Well, somewhat unharmed. He pulled away from the embrace and gently took hold of Logan's injured hands, the logical trait winced and bit back a yelp. “How long have I been gone?” He questioned.

Virgil bit his bottom lip. “About four hours.” He replied reluctantly. Logan froze, Virgil feared he would end up passing out so he gently took hold of his shoulders and gave them a firm squeeze. “Let's get you out of here.” He took his forearm and helped him up. Logan staggered, due to him sitting for so long, and leaned onto Virgil for support. Virgil wrapped an arm around his waist and led him to his room where he cleaned and patched up his wrists.

Logan nodded off after his wrists were wrapped up and took Virgil's hands in his own. Virgil smiled up at him and brought one his injured wrists to his lips. “Where are the others?” Logan asked after realize how quiet it was in the house. “...they're busy at the moment. You know them.” Virgil answered with a shrug. Logan sighed and wrapped himself around Virgil. “Thank you.” He mumbled.

Virgil smiled and hugged him tight. “Hey now, you don't have to thank me for anything.”

Logan yawned and closed any little space between them. “You won't leave if I fall asleep right?” He asked curiously with an edge of fear in his voice. “I won't leave you.” Virgil assured.

“I promise.” He pressed a kiss to his cheek as he drifted off to sleep.