I'm still not entirely sure on this chapter, buuuuut here it is.
Tw: swearing, arguing

Logan's PoV

I stood at The Divide, staring into the thick fog. After some convincing, Remus and Janus agreed to stay and wait for me. I wanted to confront the others by myself. A million things ran through my head that I could say, and I muttered them under my breath just to get them out. Finally finding the right words, I walked onto the bridge that I still didn't completely trust.

Like the first time I came to this place, I stepped into the archway that formed and was enveloped by darkness. I walked through the cold, damp air, trying not to get disoriented in the pitch black. Unpleasant sensations crept across my skin, but I ignored it best I could. Not soon enough, I stepped out into daylight on the golden bridge. The sudden sunlight after the darkness was blinding. So much so I almost didn't see the other half of Creativity pacing near the bridge before he saw me.

"Logan, there you are!"

"What are you doing here, Roman?" I stepped onto the grass just as Roman got near the bridge. Roman grabbed my wrist and began to practically run away from the Divide. I pulled my wrist back and glared at him.

"This is my Imagination, I'll be here if I want!" He snapped, glaring back, "Now, come on!"

I wanted to argue, tell him to ask nicer, anything like that, but instead I followed Roman. He walked fast, stopping to wait for me with what was definitely an irritated look every few minutes. Finally, he started to slow down after awhile and started speaking again, "Patton convinced me to go look for you. He gave both you and himself a couple days to cool off. Now, he wants you back home before the other two corrupt you more."

Choosing to ignore the last remark for now, I decided to ask about the Divide, "You seemed to be in quite a hurry to get away from the Divide. And why didn't you go through to get me like Patton asked?"

Roman was quiet. I rolled my eyes, figuring he was ignoring me, and walked in silence. However, he spoke a few minutes later, "I hate that place. Why'd you have to lock the stupid door? Then I wouldn't have had to go within thirty feet of it! Why did you even go through it? I guess I'm glad you did now so I didn't have to, but still!"

"I wanted to avoid you three as much as possible until I had no choice but to face you. That obviously failed." I shot another glare at him, though he didn't notice. After a moment, I continued, "The other two haven't 'corrupted' me. I consider them my friends, and I'm... pursuing a romantic relationship with Remus. So, we're dating, I suppose."

Roman opened the door for the Imagination and gestured for me to go through, "Patton's probably in the kitchen or living room waiting."

Once I walked through, Roman shut the door but not before I heard what almost sounded like a sob come from him. Remus said the Divide affected him, but I didn't realize to what extent... At least I assume that's why Roman was so irritated. Shaking my head, I stared down the hall and wondered if I really wanted to confront Patton now. My own words that I said to Remus before leaving made up my mind: "Let's get it over with now."

Halfway down the stairs, I could see the other two traits in the living room. Virgil was draped across the back of the couch and playing on his phone. Patton paced the living room, creating a line in the carpet. Gathering my thoughts, I continued down the stairs and cleared my throat at the bottom. Patton's head whipped up, and it was the fastest I'd ever seen him respond to me. He frowned, and I wondered if he had really "cooled off" as Roman said.

Patton sucked in a breath and slowly released it. A smile formed on his face as he opened his eyes again, "Logan, you're back! Where's Roman?"

The sweet voice he used almost caused me to physically shudder. It hadn't taken long for me to learn it wasn't as sweet as it sounded, though I still let myself be tricked by it for years. "He stayed in the Imagination."

"Alright, well, how about we sit and talk? Virgil, go upstairs please." Patton sat on the couch, gesturing to the space beside him. Virgil groaned as he slid off the back of the couch. He glared at me before ducking his head down and slipping past me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him sit at the top of the stairs instead of going to his room. Hopefully, he'd listen to what I had to say too. I sat on the opposite end of the couch in case Patton did decide to get physical. I wasn't sure what to expect from these three anymore. Patton clapped his hands, "Okay, I've had some time to really think since you... Well, threw a temper tantrum."

Patton chuckled and waved it off. I told you he'd call it that. He continued, "But I get it! Every kid has their rebellious phase as I've said before. Almost every kid anyways. Now, you've had yours, said your big 'fork you, parents,' and should be coming down from that, right? So, just say you're sorry, and then we can put this all behind us and move on!"

"Me? Apologize?" I scoffed, "Sure, I may have been a little harsh, but that was nothing compared to what I've endured from you for years. The past few years being almost the worst you've ever been. And I still agree with what I said the other day, harsh or not. I'm not going through some 'rebellious phase.' You've figuratively pushed me 'over the edge,' and I'm finally standing up for myself."

"Now, Kiddo-" Patton started, but I finally was the one to interrupt.

"I'm not done. You are not a real father. You have no right to treat me, or any of us, the way you do, even if you were our parent. You can make all the puns, meals, and desserts you want, but that won't make you a good parent. It doesn't make up for the fact that you're toxic. All the 'I love yous,' smiles, and hugs in the world can't fix that if you're not even going to apologize for it and mean it. We all have things to work on, but we need to accept that in order to do it. Doing so might even solve some of Thomas' repeating dilemmas." That was a lot shorter than I thought it was going to be, but it was to the point.

"You have no right to treat me this way after everything-" Patton raised his voice a bit, getting defensive immediately.

"Don't even start that, Patton. You haven't done shit for me." The words slipped from my mouth before I could stop them.

"Logan!" Patton stood up and gestured a bit wildly as he spoke, "Apologize right now! Gah, I knew letting you stay with the Dark Sides for even a second was a bad idea! They've already corrupted you! Swearing, back-talking, and being outright disrespectful! Years of progress undone in a matter of days!"

"Seriously!?" I couldn't help getting to my feet and raising my voice too. This was most definitely anger I was feeling. Perhaps anger wasn't a strong enough word though...

"Yes! Apologize!" Patton folded his arms over his chest with an affirming nod.

"No, and I was referring to what you said about Janus and Remus! Roman and Virgil swear all the time, and I am simply stating facts! Remus and Janus haven't 'corrupted' me! Why do you blame everything on them!? Why do you hate them!?"

"Because it is their fault and they're bad for Thomas!"

"No, they aren't! You just can't accept that we all have our flaws!"

"We're fine! It's always those three Dark Sides that cause problems! We take care of Thomas, then one of them comes along and screws it all up! Disgusting and upsetting thoughts, lying to his loved ones, and anxiety attacks that keep him from enjoying life! I'm just trying to fix all that and make him a better person with a better life!"

"Three Dark Sides?" A low, rough voice said from the stairs. Patton's eyes widened. I looked past him to the stairs. This time, Virgil's glare was directed at Patton. "Am I still that big of an issue, Pat?"

Patton finally turned and took a few steps closer as he spoke with a higher-pitch and lower volume, "No! No, Virgie, I just- I meant before! You caused problems before, but you're more under control now! You're still yourself, of course, but it's a lot more manageable now!"

Virgil's head dropped and he stuffed his clenched fists into his jacket pockets. "I know I still cause problems... But I'm still one of them to you and that's what really hurts."

"Virgie, I didn't-"

"Fuck off." He grumbled and ran up the stairs with his head down still. Patton slapped his thighs as he spun to face me again. The slight distraction had given me time to somewhat "cool off" as Roman had said. Though it only made Patton worse.

"Look what you did!" He jabbed a finger into my chest and raised his voice again, "After all the progress I made with him! Who knows how much work I'll have to redo?"

"Ah, so that's it." I spoke with my usual tone now and nodded as something figuratively clicked in my head. A subconscious thought that I chose to ignore whenever it came up. It sounded stupid, however, it made perfect sense after listening to him talk. It wasn't the first time he'd said things like that either, but he laughed it off when questioned about it. I wasn't going to let him laugh it off again though. "We're like projects to you, aren't we?"

"What?" Patton glared at me, crossing his arms over his chest again.

"You thought you could handle two of us, which you did. Sort of. The other three were obviously going to be harder to 'fix.' So, you take in Virgil finally and start to work on him. With an audience and more pressure to be perfect, you realize that I also need more 'fixing' than you thought. So, you have two projects again, then I 'rebelled' and made it that much harder for you. The stress to be perfect, especially with an audience is becoming more than you can handle. That's why you've been more toxic the last few years and are lashing out so much now. You are overwhelmed by your own doing. Is that correct?" I stared into Patton's eyes that refused to meet mine.

"No- I- No!" Patton struggled to get the right words out.

"Patton, I am not a project. The others aren't either. I genuinely hope you'll think about what I've said." I moved him over to the couch and sat him down. Walking towards the stairs, I paused for a moment, "If you ever want to apologize, I've moved in with the other two. Goodbye, Patton."