Those are more or less stream of consciousness sketches, so there’s no big concept about this au yet. So if anyone wants to build on those drawings, go ahead! I hope this weird experimental thing inspires you!
Patton, dear sweet delusional Patton, has run out of ways to ‘keep his famILY together’.
Recently, he’s been acting weird, like super weird.
He’s been staying up later and later, eating less, crying in private, and experiencing mood swings.
He hears Virgil calling Roman names and frowning more than usual
Later, he sees Princey looking less than regal. Fake smiles, longer sleeves, messy hair, no affection.
So Patton resolves to fix this.
He blackmails Logan into helping with a grin, and pictures that would ruin his reputation in seconds. So Logan agrees to help.
Neeext
He has to start with Virgil, of course.
If only his dark strange son could learn to hold his tongue… But he could help with that, right Logan?!
It’s easy to get to Virgil alone, seeing as they’re such close friends. He hugs him tight and doesn’t let go, Logan walking up to the pair with a surgical needle and thread.
Virgil looks up at him in shock, trying to get away. But Patton won’t let him, holding him in a killer hug while Logan threads the needle with shaky hands.
He mutters apologies to Virgil as he sews his lips tight shut, wiping away the blood as painlessly as he could.
Virgil just looks up at them in betrayal and horror, more blood pouring as he tries to speak.
Eventually he gives up, crying silently. Patton whispers words of comfort to him, smiling twistedly as he hugs the tears away.
His ‘famILY’ is one step closer to being happy again.
Next up is pretty Princey
It only takes a few compliments to lead him where he needs to go.
From there, a shadowed Logan takes over, and the world goes dark.
If he listens, Roman can hear a nice calm voice, relaxing music, and-
He wakes up with a jolt, and Patton has to ‘discourage’ him, leaving large gashes on his body.
This cycle of subliminal messaging and pain continues until Roman makes like a glowstick and cracks, letting Patton mold him into a happy, falsely confident princey.
So close to that perfect ideal. Just one outlier remaining…
Patton really hope he wouldn’t have to change Logan. The logical side had been docile and obedient throughout everything and Patton was starting to think his family was complete.
That is, until he decided to bring Thomas into this.
He had been making little suggestions for the past week, giddy with power now he had all the control.
It was when Patton mentioned something about hurting Joan that Logan finally snapped, shouting all sorts of profanities at his master.
And as expected, his master wasn’t too please with this.
Patton waited a few days, just so Logan thought he was safe. Then he caught him off guard, holding a knife against his neck.
Logan didn’t move out of sheer terror, Patton dragging the blade slowly across his chest. He smiled sweetly as he carved a nice big heart over where Logan’s would be, making sure the cuts were deep enough to hurt but shallow enough to keep him alive.
The ‘behavior correcting’ goes on for hours, Logan still not crying.
After a few hours of this Patton frowns, grabbing him by the hair and smashing his head against the hard counter, again and again and again until all Logan can see is blood. And all he can hear is Patton telling him that he knows best. That he’s only looking after him. That he loves him.
All seems well. Virgil is learning quickly that fight or flight isn’t necessary, Logan wouldn’t dream of fighting back, and Roman is too drugged up on antidepressants that he can’t focus on anything.
He grabs them all for a picture, smiling a little too wide. They can’t cope, Virgil and Logan letting slip, much to Patton’s displeasure.
In the next video, Patton seems taller, more filled out. Virgil is nowhere to be seen, Princy can’t even focus on himself, and Logan sinks his head in shame.
The famders are losing it; theories are everywhere and the fanart comes in waves.
As Patton revels in the attention, looking at all his obedient kiddos, an idea hits him. All he needs is one little livestream with the audience…
He isn’t the best at technology, but he’ll do anything for his millions of kiddos! So he sits down in front of a camera, the others waiting behind it. He smiles as wide as he can, starting the recording.
“Hiya guys, gals and non binary pals! I thought we could maybe have a little… Heart to heart.” He giggles as Logan walks into view, shirtless and head bowed, showing off the heart shaped scar. “Doesn’t he just look adorable?! He didn’t have much of a heart, so I had to give him one. But don’t worry, Roman’s still the same prince you know and love!”
Roman joins him, smiling arrogantly and posing, but he doesn’t dare speak.
“See? Nothing to be afraid of. And don’t you kiddos worry, Virgil won’t be troubling Thomas anymore. Come show them what you got for hurting roman’s feelings.”
Virgil shuffles up, hiding his face as much as he could. The scars are ugly and swollen due to the amount of times he’s tried to speak out or rip the thread out.
“Aren’t they just so sweet? Don’t you love us so so so much? As long as you keep the fan art going, they’ll stay alive. You want that, don’t you? Well, better get to work. LoLo’s chest still looks a little plain, don’t you think..?”
The stream ends with Patton holding his knife and winking at the camera, his family sitting all around him.
The fandom is distraught, most of them thinking its a joke or something, surely. Patton couldn’t have done this, right? Sweet, lovable Patton? If only they knew what happened off screen…
With Thomas tied up in the corner, Patton had free reign, looking at his famILY with a grin that made even Roman falter slightly.
First was Roman, cut after cut after cut, draining the colour and the blood from his body, leaving him a shirtless mess on the floor, coughing heavily.
Next, Logan. Various child-like doodles engraved on his chest, as well as a prominent P with smiley faces and sunshines. He too was unable to stand by the end.
Finally, Virgil. A permanent smile carved into his face then sewn up, a bloody swollen eye, and a fee hundred lashings for them all, in the interest of punishment for disobedience.
Poor fool, poor Patton. He forgot someone…
Patton sat cross legged in front of the three of them, reading a story to them. He barely even noticed the footsteps behind him until the gloved hand was on his shoulder.
Deceit looks a mixture of confused and heartbroken as he observes the mess below him. He isn’t one for helping out, but there isn’t any other choice.
Before Patton can react, Deceit has him up against the wall, darkness swirling around him and restraining the moral side.
“What. Have. You. Done.” He hisses.
“I fixed them.”
It’s impossible to convince Patton otherwise. He’s so sure he’s right that simply talking things out won’t do.
So the snake makes a tough decision. He locks Patton far far away, deep into the subconscious where no one would ever think to look.
Next, he shape-shifts into Patton, right down to the lively smile and animated expressions.
He isn’t sure what he can do to help. All he knows is that somehow, he became Morality. At least, until the others realize.
First to deal with the other three. Good God, he has his work cut out for him.
He unties the group, face smiling softly as he cuts the rope.
Virgil rubs his wrist, quickly seeing through the disguise, but he doesn’t actually mind. He goes to feel the stitching, tears spilling over
Logan instantly scrambles away, despite ‘Patton’ kneeling down to his level to look him in the eye.
“Come on LoLo, I’m not gonna hurt you. Not anymore. Hug?”
“Y-You m-m-made me-” he’s cut off by the look in Patton’s eyes. Something wasn’t quite Patton, so he relaxed and shuffled into the hug, and God it was perfect. It was so warm and the piece of genuine affection he’d had in days.
Roman was a bit harder. So, ‘Patton’ lead him to the Imagination, where a dragon was terrorising
Even through the haze of his mind, his instinct to save and protect rose and he blinked, then grinned a real smile. Then he charged off towards it with a warcry and a katana
As ‘Patton’ went back to check on the others, he shivered as the temperature dropped as soon as he was outside the imagination. What could have caused this?
He raced over to where Logan was unstitching Virgil through mumbled apologies and tears.
Something horrible was coming. Something not Light, not Dark. Something… Immoral…
Oh dear god.
Deceit shouted at Logan, mixed with highly suppressed screeches of terror. But the stitches were undone already.
Freezing air, forming crystals around the now free anxious side, spread out the entire room, forming a misty mass concentrated around Logan. His breath now felt like shards of ice stabbing his inside, but he couldn’t move an inch. And it didn’t only feel like that.
The words – no, curses – shot out of Virgil’s torn and ripped mouth, blood and flesh splattering onto his already stained hoodie.
“WHY DID YOU DO THIS? WHY? WHYY?!“ Virgil grabbed Logan by the throat, shouting at the completely shocked face inches away from his. Logan couldn’t do anything. I deserve it anyway.
Meanwhile Deceit surrounded the icy mist with the black matter he was in charge of, exlclaiming that Virgil should calm down, that he had to stop, that this was not what he really wanted. He tried to come closer get hold of the poor boy, but the shards around the side wouldn’t let him. “YOU STAY AWAY!“
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