AU:×
Ship: Platonic Analogical
Prompt: {Headcannons book}
Requested by:×
Tw:×
F/A/S: um?
Idk.
It's not the fluffiest thing, but it's not angst? Not smut either.
Idk.
POV: Logan's

Had to really stretch my mind to write in Logan's pov.
Also, yeah I lied.
I just need to update.
For my own personal, like... Escapism?
If that makes sense.

I'm probably gonna be posting a drabble like the second this is posted as well, cause the idea I had was fucking hilarious
But like... Nice Deceit is in it and I don't wanna make people mad
But I might post it anyway idk.
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Emotions are incredibly complex, and a majority of the time, irrational. They are nothing more than simple chemicals in the mind, it's fascinating how such a simple molecular structure can have such an effect to the point of humans losing sight of their normal logical thoughts and act on that emotion alone.

I am Thomas' logical thinking, his rationality and overall knowledge, and because of that, my emotions are almost... Void of existence. I do have emotions, or rather, I almost have emotions... Something instinctually and uncontrollably makes my emotions, shut down before I am able to experience them fully.

The emotions that one would normally feel, only last approximately 20 milliseconds before promptly disappearing as if it was never there. Patton has told me many times that 'Bottling up' my emotions is unhealthy, but that's not what I'm doing, at least not by choice. He fails to see this, and continually asks me about it.

That is around the time I began to notice the bottles.

I was grabbing one of my many puzzle books off of my shelf, when I noticed that quite a few of the books I had properly and perfectly placed, had been pulled out ever so slightly. I went to adjust them and was unable to push them back to where they were flush against the back of the shelf once again.

"Something got stuck behind them." I muttered to myself. I fully pulled the book out and was met with an, interesting sight.... There were bottles aligned against the back of the shelf in a perfectly neat row.

They were no different than an ordinary Erlenmeyer Flask, except they had corks keeping what was inside them from spilling out. What was inside them was some type of liquid, it matched the consistency of water, but the liquid's color varied from bottle to bottle, and it seemed to go off of the label on the front.

The bottle in front of me was labeled 'Loneliness' and the liquid was an opaque black. I hummed, in thought, feeling the 20 millisecond hint of confusion pass through me before fading again. Once the emotion had passed fully, I heard a thud, I looked back at the shelf, and another bottle labeled 'Confusion' had appeared where the loneliness bottle originally had been.

The liquid in the confusion bottle was a mix of gold and a light green. I decided to pull the books off of my shelf and move them to another shelf, once I had finished doing that, I could see the array of bottles. All lined neatly against the back of the shelf, it looked like another row of them was beginning in front of the other.

The multicolored multitude of bottles was a mess, there was no order or consistency to them. This gave me another 20 millisecond emotional hint, only this time, frustration. Yet another bottle appeared on the top shelf, it's color was bright red.

I spent the rest of the day organizing them by their color, as well as writing down the label and color down in one of my notebooks. The list I came to in the end was this.

Label: Happiness
Color: Light blue

Label: Anger
Color: Bright Red

Label: Love
Color: Light Pink

Label: Jealousy
Color: Deep green

Label: Sadness
Color: Deep blue

Label: Fear
Color: mid-toned Purple

Label: Loneliness
Color: Black

Label: Confusion
Color: Mix of gold and light green

Label: Pain
Color: Ash gray

Label: Annoyance
Color: Orange

As I was about to start counting each to find the specific number, someone knocked on my door. I sigh, and hear a thud on the, now organized, shelf, another annoyance bottle. There are quite a few of those.

I stood up from my desk and opened the door. It was Virgil. "Ah, Virgil what do you need?" I asked. "Hey, um... Patton and Roman are being really cuddly and I'm just... There... And it's awkward... Can I chill up here?" He asked as he glanced down to the floor then back up to me.

"I'm a bit busy at the moment, so you wouldn't.... Um... Actually... Sure, I may need your help." I say as I stepped aside, he paused and looked confused for a second before walking in. His attention was instantly drawn to the shelf. "That's new..." He said

"Yes, they appeared on the shelf behind my books, and I just know found them.... They're labeled with emotions and I'm unsure as to why." I spoke as I shut my door and sat back down in my desk chair.

Virgil stared at the bottles before grabbing at the fear bottles, which were a bit higher up so he had to jump slightly to grab one. "That's fitting..." He muttered as he read the label. "What do you mean?" I asked, another confusion bottle appearing.

Virgil flinched subtly at the sudden thud, before glancing over at the section that had the confusion bottles. My question apparently not getting answered as he bit his lip in thought. "I wanna try something..." he said.

"Um? Alright?"

Virgil placed the fear bottle back in it's proper place, before turning back to face me. "I think Patton is going to the store later, I can ask him to get more crofters for you if you want."

The 20 milliseconds of feeling turned into a full second, enough for me to actually smile, which felt... Nice. "That's... That would be.. Adequate." A thud against the shelf again, another happiness bottle.

"So they are connected to your emotions... That's cool..." Virgil said as he grabbed the happiness bottle. "Have you opened them?" He asked. I shook my head "No, I was unaware of what was inside and wanted to properly organize and document them first." I explain.

"Nerd." Virgil said before opening it. "Whoa! My god... That smells like straight up sugar..." He said "Oh Really?" I asked. "Yeah, here." He said handing it to me, he was correct, it smelled incredibly sweet, something akin to cake or any other sweet treat.

"Hmm... The consistency is similar to water, I wonder, if it has any sort of taste to it." I mumbled to myself. Virgil apparently heard me "But isn't there like a possibility that it could be harmful or something?" He asked.

"Well, of course there is a 22% chance that it could be toxic to me due to them being emotions-"

"Aren't they your emotions though?"

"Well, they're probably what I can't feel, whenever I feel anything, emotional wise, I will only feel a hint of it for about 20 milliseconds, if that, on rare occasions I will feel them for longer, but 3 to 5 seconds at maximum." I explain, Virgil's eyes widened "Damn..." He swore. "Sorry Lo.."

"Oh it is quite alright, I'm used to it, it's just how I work."

"Do you think that maybe you'll be able to feel it like... More clearly? If you were to drink that?" He asked as he pointed to the bottle in my hand. I thought for a moment before nodding "That would be logical."

His hypothesis was correct
Each bottle had it's own taste and smell

The positive emotions tasted and smelled incredibly sweet, I did feel that emotion for almost a full minute once I drank it, it was the most incredible thing I have experienced so far.

The negative emotions, were obviously either sour, salty, or bitter.

They did give the same effect as the positive ones, only giving me the negative emotions for about a minute straight. After we tried this with the first few negative emotions and the results were documented, Virgil made me promise to never drink the fear one.

Though I am still curious.