Patton opened his eyes when his alarm went off and he grabbed his glasses from the nightstand. He was already dressed in his normal clothes and had a flashlight waiting at the door. Nobody should be up at this time, besides Virgil but he won't be a problem, so Patton was able to sneak around the house quite easily.
He headed towards the hidden room and slipped in silently, a cold key bouncing against his chest as he walked. He pushed aside a picture frame of baby Logan and inserted the key into the keyhole. A click came from beside him where the wardrobe's backing had swung open.
With a nervous sigh, he stepped in and turned on his flashlight. The body pinned to the wall with his dagger still gave him chills when he looked at it. She looked exactly the same as when he left her here.
Eyes open with a self-satisfied smirk resting on her lips, she looked like she had just bested him at chess again. The wounds from their fight had healed themselves, although the knife kept her fatal wound from healing. The faded blue jeans and Pokémon t-shirt were evident of Thomas' fantasies. She was everything he wanted to be, and could have been.
Thomas' opposite.
Patton couldn't understand how she, the opposite of their host, had been able to run the entire Mindscape by herself, until Patton had come along. She had explained that she had been 'born', for lack of a better word, when Thomas was, when the doctor had determined his sex. She was his imaginary best friend, his shoulder to cry on, and the one who first planted the seeds for imagination.
But she had also been controlling. She did everything and would watch over the others whenever they took the wheel. Her alertness was constant and she never left them alone for too long.
Patton guessed he understood why. She had been alone, Thomas her only contact with any living thing, so she had never quite learned to let him go. It would have been quite a shock to see someone new after being alone for so long. He remembered how she had hidden behind the console and peeked at him and Deceit. She ran away anytime either of them got too near and wouldn't speak; but, after a while, she'd let one stand beside her and respond to their questions. Quietly, but she still responded and that was progress. It would be a few years, close to Logan's appearance, until she initiated the conversation first.
He smiles at the memory. It had been a simple question: "How do you make pasta?" But it had started a hobby they both enjoyed. They taught each other the recipes they had created from scratch and grew closer. Deceit had been be the tester for the food.
When Logan had appeared, it was when Thomas was trying to speak. She had been on the panel, pressing buttons in patterns to try and copy what Thomas' Dad had been saying.
"Mommy!" Both sides had frozen still at the sudden voice.
"Daddy!" They had turned and there on the floor, was a toddler around Thomas' age. He had waddled up to the panel and made grabby hands at her. She had picked him up on her hip and watched as he copied Dad perfectly. The adults had cheered and praised Thomas as he repeated the word over and over happily at his achievement.
"Mommy!"
"Mommy!"
"Mommy!"
The next few years were happy, Logan was quickly learning and growing with each of Thomas' new thoughts. Whenever he learned something new, Logan would grow just a little older, and soon enough, he was as old as Thomas was. He took to his work like a fly to honey. Patton never saw him out for more than ten minutes from his room. All of the technically older sides had to drag the boy out to socialize with them.
The next big surprise came when Thomas got his first role in a musical. It was an ensemble role, but he enjoyed the production- and looking at the lead boy- so much, he unintentionally created three new sides: Anxiety and the Creativitwins. Virgil was the smallest, and clung to her like a leech. He was permanently attached to her whenever Patton saw them together. The twins were a nightmare. Remus was like a cat and would bring random, and sometimes disturbing, gifts to his 'parents' as Logan had dubbed them.
Deceit ended up as the twins' favorite with his snake scales and teasing smiles. He could make up stories galore and the twins would be hypnotized by every one. They would sit, enraptured, for hours as Dee spun his made up tale of dragons and zombie rats, catering to both twin's interests. She would watch and smile before going back to work on Thomas' rehearsals.
The schoolwork was left up to Logan, or, at that time, Learning.
But it all went wrong when he got into a fight with Dee about morality. She came in to stop it,
"It's tearing him apart! Stop fighting!"
All you care about is Thomas! You've never even TRIED to help us!"
He remembered the way she had flinched away from him, but retaliated," I have to! The only other one that's ever done anything for our host was Learning! And he's just a kid! I've had to take care of Thomas by myself! You've never been useful!"
He remembered lunging at her, blacking out, and then Dee pulling him away from her. Her eyes had been wide, and he could see the bruises forming around them.
He remembered the way those same eyes had trailed down to the dagger embedded in her chest and the way Dee's hand had tightened on his shoulder. She had smiled softly at him right before she limped over.
He remembered screaming for her and ripping himself away from the snake, kneeling down beside her corpse. Her eyes were open and blood was dripping from a cut from her glasses he'd broken over her head in a rage.
He remembered breaking down and begging her to come back. He had tried to remove the dagger, but it wouldn't come out. He had passed out after crying for hours. Dee, he believed, had taken him to bed and left the key on his nightstand next to a pair of her glasses.

He had worn them everyday afterwards as a constant reminder of his sin. He remembered how they slid down his nose when he pushed the wardrobe into position, in order to keep the kids from seeing her. They had asked about her for weeks and all Patton could say was that she was too ill to come out of her room and that the kids couldn't go see her.

"She'll disappear soon, kiddos. She isn't needed as much, now that you guys are here, so she'll fade out of existence. But don't worry, Dee and I'll always be here for you!"

He remembered Virgil's, Fear's, screaming and how he had tried to break down her door with all the force his tiny body held. Remus had been upset over it for a while, but eventually asked for her hair to make bracelets out if it. Roman had yelled at him for his disrespect of her memory and Remus had retaliated. He remembered Roman's face getting redder and the harsh sound of a slap before Remus ran off to Dee with tears in his eyes. The twins had never fought before then, come to thing of it.

She was gone.

His best friend was gone.

Patton looked back up from staring at his feet, eyes wet from the memories taunting him. Olivia's body was still there, pinned to the wall with only the knife holding her up. He kneeled down beside her and sighed.

'I'm sorry, Olive... I never meant for this to happen.'

Patton hung his head and cried quietly next to her corpse. He froze when a warm hand gently squeezed his arm, in a comforting way. He looks up and screams when her cold, very dead eyes met his and that smile twitched up. Patton couldn't believe it, she was alive. Even after all this time, she was still here, still fighting. Still angry, he believed and took in a shaky breath. He blinked, and suddenly, it was as if she had never moved at all. Her corpse was still there, still pinned, and still very much dead.

Did she even move? He reached down and hesitated before grabbing her hand. It was colder than the winter storms in Washington. Maybe she never moved, and he just imagined it all. That's what probably happened and he was just going insane.

He stood up and took a step before an icy hand, HER icy hand, grasped his. He shivers and turns around to see her staring at him, unmoving, unblinking. He screams again, and darts out, slamming the door shut and locking it as quickly as he could, despite her inability to move. His heart pumped adrenaline through his body as he raced out, and back to the safety of his room.

Patton closes the door behind him and would have screamed again, if not for the gloved hand over his mouth. Deceit pulled him over to the bed and sat down with him, slowly removing his hand.

"You've seen it too, haven't you?"

"The signs? Yeah, Roman's shoes came off by themselves and the blanket tucked itself around him. She's coming back."

"Is she still mad, even after all this time?"

"I don't know, Dee. But I know the kids haven't noticed yet. Well, only Virgil, and it was early on so he didn't recognize her. What are we going to do? She'll kill me for what I did!"

"Pat, calm down, I'm sure that she doesn't know you didn't mean to hurt her. She was your best friend, after all, she'll understand."

"But what if she doesn't and she's out for revenge? The kids will be traumatized and Thomas'll be without his morality."

"This'll probably help, but he won't. She can't take over any of our jobs with ease since she didn't do everything when he was a child, so it really would be a big problem."

"Yeah, that didn't help."

"We'll talk tomorrow. For now, don't go to bed and definitely don't try to sleep."