Roman was very well aware why his body refused to let him sleep properly that night. His phone was tucked away and he had tossed and turned in his sheets for hours before resigning to his fate. It was the excitement or the anticipation he felt buzzing just beneath the surface. He watched the walls of his room start to grow brighter as the early morning birds had already begun their song.

Today was the last day he had before he started his new job tomorrow and saying he was nervous might be an understatement. What if he screwed up again? What if it didn't last or he couldn't do the job? Sighing deeply through his nose, Roman closed his eyes and tried to burrow his head farther into his pile of pillows, hugging another close to his chest.

Ultimately, Roman gave in. He pulled out his phone and prayed something had changed in the short few hours he had last checked to no avail. The dim screen stared back with the same lack of notifications as most of the world finally gave in to their own slumber. He pulled up something to watch to kill time before his head finally, and far too late, tilted back and he nodded off.

It wasn't much later that he blinked, catching himself and waking up so suddenly he heard his own soft snoring noises. He groaned and pulled his pillow closer, burying his face as he moaned. Roman did not want to get up after the little sleep he managed to get, but sleeping further would mean he wouldn't sleep tonight at all.

He sat up and swung his feet over the edge of his bed before he lost his nerve, knowing he would simply lay there for hours unmoving, drifting in and out of consciousness. Opening the bedroom door, he invited the sounds of life bustling in their apartment into his room and smiled at the sound of Logan and Virgil bickering with one another.

"It is perfectly safe, Virgil. I don't see why you're being so irrational about this."

"Me? You're jumping like five steps ahead! You have to make sure you take it one thing at a time so it's perfect!"

"You speak as if I have never cooked before."

"You're a baker, Logan. Cooking is completely different."

Roman entered the kitchen and stopped in the doorway. Virgil stood over the stove as he cooked and Logan stood to the side, mixing something in a bowl.

Logan huffed as he glared at the bowl. "Just because I am a baker doesn't mean I am completely incompetent when it comes to cooking."

"I know, but I've also have had your cooking before, Lo." Roman watched as Virgil's nose wrinkled at the thought and poked at the bacon he was frying up. " You put too much focus on nutrition and not enough on taste. Besides, you came to me for the help, remember? Let's just finish this before Ro wakes up."

"Too late." Roman looked around and headed for the coffee pot where it sat ready and waiting. "Good morning you two."

"I take it you did not sleep adequately?" Logan commented as he looked up from the bowl. "You still look as if you need more rest."

Roman hummed and brought the mug to his lips, smiling as he enjoyed the aroma and the warm feeling of the ceramic in his hands. "A bit anxious about tomorrow, I will admit, but just as excited!" He took a careful sip of the hot liquid and cringed as he didn't bother to add anything to it. Coughing, Roman put the mug down as he grimaced. In his sleepy state, he hadn't even bothered to add anything to the drink like he normally would. He headed for the fridge as the other two continued to cook. "So, late breakfast just for us? Is Patton still here?"

"No, he had work and left early this morning." Virgil placed a few strips onto a plate, keeping his eyes on the pan. "Two and Three are here, though."

"Three?" Roman perked up at the information. "He never leaves Three behind anymore I feel."

Virgil shrugged and Logan put the bowl down, turning and facing Roman as he spoke. "Patton felt the need to let him out and try to relax since it has been a while. He's been more reserved since the incident in the alley."

Roman winced and grabbed his mug, adding his usual mix of things to his coffee to sweeten it and make it drinkable. "Right. I would be partly responsible."

"Nonsense, your actions saved his life I have been told. There is no reason to feel guilty." Logan handed the bowl to Virgil who started pouring some onto a heated pan. "Perhaps some bonding with Three to ease your apprehensions and to help normalize things?"

Roman opened his mouth to speak before he froze. "That's actually a great idea!" He smiled and perked up. "I have been wanting to take Patton to the theater! He's asked me about it, this would be perfect!"

A noise rang out and Logan turned, reaching over to the end of the counter and picking up his phone. He tapped at the screen and held up to his ear, turning away from the others. "Hello, this is Logan." There was a moment of pause as Logan turned back around and looked over at Virgil. "Of course, I can be there in an hour. Of course. Yes, see you soon..." Logan ducked his head and turned away. "Love you too."

"Aww, was that Patton?" Roman smirked, hiding it behind his mug of coffee.

"What? No!" Logan managed to put his phone away as his face was painted red. "That was my uncle, they need help down at the bakery. They got a big order for tomorrow so they're going to need another set of hands to help. Sorry, Virgil, I'll have to cut my lesson a bit short."

Virgil shrugged and flipped the pancake before turning and smiling. "No problem. I have to start cleaning up and getting ready for work myself soon anyway."

"Is this a secret thing? Because I can get Two and Three out here to help while I go ask Three about a little adventure."

"Knock yourself out." Roman smiled at Virgil as he kept his complete focus on the stove before turning to head to Patton's room. He leaned in and listened, hearing idle chatter, before knocking on the door. "Two? Three? You in there?"

It was silent before the padding of feet rushed the door. It flew backward and Patton stood there, a smile on his face. "Roman!"

"Well good morning!" Roman paused and looked into the room, spotting the other copy in the back, smiling but keeping his distance. He looked back to the one in front of him. "Two?"

"Yes! Very good guess!"

Roman smiled and glanced up at Three in the back. "Well, Logan and Virgil made a late breakfast but Logan was called into work. I figured we could sit and eat then clean up so Virge wasn't running late?"

"Oh, sure!" Two turned to the back of the room. "You ok, Three?"

"Yeah! It smells great." Roman stepped out of the way and motioned for Two to walk by and turned and smiled at Three. The copy walked up and watched Roman carefully. "You okay?"

"I was hoping you would join me on an excursion to the theater today, Three! I hardly get to see you compared to Two and I've been wanting to show Patton the theater since before everything happened back at the old place."

Three blinked and perked up, his eyes shining brightly as he smiled. "Really? Oh wow, I would love to!" He turned and jogged out of the room, heading for the kitchen. "Thank you, Roman!"

Virgil quickly ate his breakfast, the two Patton Pals assuring him they could clean up and save the rest. Virgil thanked them both and quickly got ready for work, stopping and waving goodbye to the three before he walked out and left, closing the door behind him. He stopped and waited a moment before turning around and inspecting the small porch. His eyes glanced around before he squinted, pulling up his hood and shoving his hands in his pockets, ignoring the shiver the brisk chill of the air brought down his spine.

---

Once Logan entered the bakery, he could visibly see his uncle relax and breathe out a sigh of relief. He smiled and waved at his uncle before ducking into the back and heading straight for the hook holding his apron. As he tied it around his back, he turned and watched his aunt as she seemed to be hyper-focused on her work. He carefully walked around the room and washed his hands before slowly walking up beside her, reading the piece of paper that held her handwriting. It was the order form sheet for some of their bigger orders and he quickly skimmed it before turning back to her.

She was in the process of cleaning her work area and throwing down a few cupcake trays before adding parchment paper liners. She turned and jumped, blinking up at her nephew who was standing there silently. "I apologize, auntie. I was simply trying to figure out where you were in the order."

Auntie Em grasped her chest and shook her head, trying to calm her heart. "Sweet Mary Joseph! Logan, you startled me!" He turned and pointed to the sheet. "I just got about done with the cupcake order but they'll need to be cooled and frosted, then we need to make the main cake. Would you work on this so I can make the baked goods for the shop for tomorrow?"

Logan nodded and began to work on the rest of the cupcakes while his aunt moved to the other half of the kitchen. He checked the ovens before diving right into the workload that lay before him.

It was steady for a while, his uncle usually kept out of the kitchen most days. Otherwise, he would be kicked out. He never got the hang of baking but did try to sneak in a few snacks when he could. The kitchen was always Auntie Em's territory and Uncle Murphey knew that all too well. The phone rang and Logan looked across to his aunt who was kneading some dough, her hands covered in flour. She looked up and nodded to him with a smile before continuing her work.

Logan turned and walked to the phone to answer it before he was stopped. "Don't forget to say the thing, Logan!" He paused to sigh at his aunt with his hand on the phone before finally answering it.

"Auntie Em's Bakery. How may we 'bake' your day?" Logan frowned and glared at his aunt who chuckled at him from across the room.

"Yes, hi. Is Emilia there?"

Logan blinked and frowned before turning to look at his aunt once more. She was focused on her work that layout before her, her workstation a complete mess for how well maintained it usually is. "Unfortunately she is a bit preoccupied. Is there anything I can help with? Would you like to leave a message?" The line on the other side grew quiet before there was a ruffling sound as someone perhaps muffled the speaker on their end. The noise continued before it grew completely silent once more and Logan waited a moment before speaking up. "Hello?"

"Logan?"

"Yes, who is this?" The line immediately went dead and Logan pulled away, looking at the phone in confusion before hanging it back up on the wall. He furrowed his brow as he through for a moment before turning back to his table, getting lost in his work.

It was after his aunt had finished the loaves of bread she was working on that she walked over to the phone and checked for messages. "Logan?" She turned and watched him as he didn't look up from the phone. "Who was that who called?"

"A prank call, perhaps. They hung up on me after they had asked for you." Logan looked up at his aunt curiously. "Were you expecting a call?"

"No." He frowned and turned to the blank notepad. "You didn't give out your name like I asked, right?"

A ridiculous rule that made no sense to him but he never questioned his aunt. "No, I-" he paused as he looked up at her. "I didn't but they knew my name."

Logan had never seen his aunt turn from calm to so angered in such a short span of time. She turned and marched out of the room, throwing the door to the main dining area open as she bulldozed passed. Logan froze and stood there a moment before she opened the door once more, peeking her head in. "You are to not leave the kitchen until I say, is that clear?" He nodded and his aunt ducked back away into the main area, leaving her work unattended. He looked over his shoulder and looked back, confused as to what could have caused her such a shift in behavior.

He decided that leaving her work would be fine as the dough needed to rise overnight before they baked it early the next morning. He dived back into his work but shifted his gaze up every time he heard a noise come from the other side of the door.

Finally, he finished the cupcake order and had the cake placed into the oven to bake. He took a step back and sighed in relief at the slight mess that was left behind. Flour could always seem to get in the most unlikely of places, no matter how careful you were. He spent a decent amount of time piping the icing on them as well but years of practice had led them looking almost perfectly identical.

A loud bang caused him to look at the door keeping him from the storefront before frowning. He couldn't leave the kitchen but he could check and make sure everything was okay before moving on, at least. His aunt could yell at him later.

Carefully pushing open the door, Logan found his uncle standing behind the counter, his hand on auntie's shoulder. She was leaning forward on the counter, her hands holding her up as she spoke quietly but firmly to the customers in front of her. He deduced the noise could have been caused by her slamming her hands on the counter but waited a moment to be safe. He couldn't make out anything that was being said as they kept their voices down before Uncle Murphey took a step out of the way to walk around the counter. He motioned to the door but everyone froze as Logan took a sharp intake of air, grabbed their attention.

The two customers turned and smiled over at him as Logan opened the door a bit further but not stepping out. The middle-aged woman and her husband smiled and tried to take a step closer, stopping at the counter that blocked their way. "Logan!" The woman cried out, smiling over at him.

He felt as if his tongue swelled up and air was a limited supply as he stared at the couple before him. "Mother?" She smiled as his father took a step closer. "Father, I-"

Auntie Em took a step to the side and blocked them from his view. "I said get out of my store." Logan watched his aunt stand in defense of him. "Get out. Now."

------

Roman could pull Three along with him fast enough until they reached the theater. He told tales and stories from his time on the stage, performing minor roles and major ones, helping out and mishaps that had happened. He even bashfully admitted that he tended to lose props often enough that someone had to hand him his and keep them away from him at any cost.

Once they arrived, he grabbed Three's arm and carefully tugged him along the back to the stage door. Three looked around as they squeezed through the dimly lit hallways, careful to not bump anything temporarily placed against the walls. The 'secret entrance' as he had called it was far more interesting than any front door. Roman smirked and brought him through the slight maze that was backstage until they made it to a cramped area full of props and costumes on shelves and pushed to the side, ready for use in any of the current shows.

Roman slowly brought him around the sides before stepping passed a wooden set, bringing Three along with him as they squeezed by. Then suddenly, they were on the center stage, most of the lights shut off except for a few that lit up the stage and the ambiance that kept the rest of the room glowing. Three gasped as Roman let go, letting his excitement bring him to the front of the stage as he looked out to the seats before him. "Oh, wow! Roman this is amazing!" He spun around and giggled as he took it all in. "This is so cool! This is where you perform?" He stopped and looked around, finding himself alone on center stage. "Roman?"

The spotlight above the stage slowly lit up and stopped moments before Roman came running back out on stage. "Well? What do you think?" He stretched out his arms and spun around, motioning to the entire room around them.

"It's magnificent, oh my gosh it's so different seeing it from this side!" Three seemed completely at ease much to Roman's relief.

"Well, how about I show you the dressing rooms and then maybe we can act out a few things on stage before the others show up for practice later tonight?"

---

Two was enjoying simply laying on the living room floor and existing. Doing things was exhausting and Virgil was right. Sometimes taking the time to relax and simply be was all you really needed to ease the weight of the world from your shoulders.

Okay, so perhaps Patton spent a little too much time talking to Virgil for him to be having these thoughts but it worked! He sighed in content as he shifted, his back creaking as he moved. A thumping was heard from his upstairs neighbor but Two couldn't even be bothered to worry about Leslie making noises.

He heard her walk down the creaky stairway to her front door and walk across the porch. When a knock was heard coming from his door, Two blinked before slowly pushing himself up off of the carpet. He waited until he heard the knock once more before getting up and dusting himself off, opening the front door to reveal a nervous neighbor.

"Leslie! What can I do for you today?"

"Oh, Patton! I was certain no one was home but I had to try." She fussed with a bracelet she was wearing as she looked at him apprehensively. "I know this is a long shot but I figured you might know someone I can talk to about something?" Two tilted his head in confusion as she spoke, causing her to jump in panic. "I mean, not that you would simply know because you're gay but I figured if I was to figure this out it would be best to go to someone who could point me in the right direction. I tried reading about it online but I just got more confused so I just need to go to someone for help, get it?"

Two waited a moment to make sure she was done speaking before he nodded. "I think I get it? But, Leslie, I'm not gay." Her panic only seemed to grow as she took in the new information. "I mean, I am. I'm dating Logan. Technically I'm pansexual which means I like people, regardless of gender identity."

"Oh gosh there's a 'P' now? I didn't know that!" She ran her hands through her hair as she panicked. "Oh gosh, I'm so lost."

"Just to be clear." She looked up at Two as he smiled. "We're talking about the LGBT plus community, correct?"

She nodded as she frowned at his wording. "Plus. There's a plus? How much more is there?"

Two held up a finger as he turned and looked back into the apartment. "Would you like to come inside so we can talk about this?"

Shaking her head immediately, Two frowned at her panicked response. "No! No that's okay. Perhaps we can get coffee somewhere and talk about it? I'd very much appreciate it. Just not here."

"Of course. Let me just get my keys and leave a note while I'm out. I'd love to help!"

---

Logan watched his parents as they bickered with his aunt and uncle. They were trying their best to not cause a scene but it had gained the attention of the entire bakery. His aunt kept telling them to leave while his parents looked over at him longingly and trying to get him to speak. Was that who was on the phone? He hadn't seen his parents in almost ten years, their voices only echoes from his memories, distorted by time. Why were they here? Why did they even want to talk to him? They hadn't wanted to for the last ten years!

... had they?

Taking a careful step forward, the door creaked as it swung shut, the noise causing the commotion to stop. He couldn't stop looking at his parents, their panicked looks not lessening at all as they watched him as if he was about to turn into a monster. Or perhaps they did remember a little bit of their past.

Licking his lips, Logan took a moment to gather himself as his family stood before him, waiting for him to speak. He looked at his mother, their eyes locking together before he found the courage to speak. "Joanne. William." He nodded to them respectively and tucked his hands behind his back, hoping to show confidence and hide the shakiness of his hands. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

His mother's face fell as his father reached over to her, soothing her back with small circular rubs. He leaned down and whispered soft encouragements to her as Logan frowned, turning away. His parents hadn't changed at all after all this time. They were just as loving to one another as he remembered.

"Son, we've just come to talk." His father spoke as his mother nodded, her long, straightened black hair had not been dyed recently. Silver strands blended in with her natural locks and her face had hardly aged much over the years. His father had aged far more than she had at first glance. His eyes were more sunken in than he remembered and his hair was completely peppered at this point.

Logan blinked and realized they were all staring at him, waiting for a response. "What?"

His father sighed as his mother spoke up. "We've been trying to find a way to get in touch with you for a while now." She turned and shot Emilia a glare. "My sister kept you from us."

"He wasn't ready. He still isn't." His aunt turned and smiled up at him. "Go back to the kitchen, Loganberry. I'll be there in just a moment."

He looked at his aunt then back at his parents before he rolled his shoulders, realizing just how tense he was. "Talk to me about what?" He saw his aunt frown while his mother smiled brightly at him. Just seeing it sent a jab of guilt through his gut.

"We want to talk about what happened, Logan. We want to be your parents." Logan locked his jaw in place as she smiled. "Sure, we don't remember, but we want to give it a shot. We know you're fully grown now, but that doesn't mean we aren't still your parents."

It was almost as if all the lights dimmed or the oxygen was removed from the room. He felt a moment of dizzying weightlessness that quickly passed. He looked around, making sure he wasn't accidentally causing anything to move or spin with his abilities before looking back at his parents. He looked and noticed most people had left in their quiet discussions, the few left were far across the room and giving them privacy. "You still don't remember me." It wasn't a question, Logan was still very aware of his actions that caused all of this when he was sixteen. He shook his head and looked down to his feet. "I'm not ready to talk yet." He could feel the tension lessen in the room as he spoke. "Not yet. But I will." He glanced back up at his parents and then his aunt and uncle. "Soon. I think I can bring them back. Maybe not completely, but I have something that may work if you're willing to let me try."

He just needed to figure this out. He just needed to talk to Thomas.

---

"Halt, fiend! Let the princess go!" Roman held a foam sword and a plastic crown on his head, pointing it at the Patton Pal as he spoke. "Face me in combat and stop hiding behind your minions!"

Three spun around, flicking the cape he was wearing out as he did. "You fool. Now that you are here, you have fallen into my trap!" He clenched a fist in front of his face as he smiled. "Now my plans shall come to fruition and you will never save your precious princess!"

"I will stop you one way or another, you villain!"

Patton threw back his head as he let out an evil cackle, Roman almost dropping character as he watched on impressed. "I'd like to see you try and stop me, so-called hero!"

"Are you sure you don't want to work here with me, Patton?" Roman lowered his sword and smiled at his roommate. "You're actually quite talented!"

"Aww!" Three placed his hands on his cheeks as he flushed at the compliment. "Thanks, Ro! That means so much coming from you!" He curtsied with the cape before grabbing one end and wrapping it back around him. "Now! Try and stop me, hero! I still have one more trick up my sleeve!"

Roman jumped right back into the scene and held up his sword. "And what is that, monster?"

"That I'm a witch!" Patton smirked over his cape as Roman gasped dramatically. "I'm not just any witch, however!"

"No." Roman staggered back as he almost dropped his sword. "No, it can not be! You can't!"

"I can!" Patton threw his cape out dramatically once more. "I am a dragon witch! I dare you to try and slay me now, hero!"

"You are truly a monster!" Roman took a step forward as his voice wavered. "However, I will not back down from you!" He pointed at Three once more with his foam sword. "Have at thee, dragon witch! I will slay you this day!"

---

Logan couldn't arrive home fast enough. He frowned when he noticed the front door was locked because he knew Two should have been home but dug out his key anyway. He flicked the light on in the living room as the day turned to evening and the sun began to set, painting the sky an arrange of colors. Walking in, he noticed a piece of paper on the coffee table and leaned down to pick it up.

"Guys. Went out with Leslie for a bit. Will be home later. Love, Two." Logan frowned and re-read the short note once more. "Leslie?"

The front door opened and the quiet was broken by the sound of a sigh as Virgil trudged his way into the apartment. "I hate people. He walked over to the couch and did not hesitate to face plant, not slowing down to catch himself. He let out a groan as he connected with the couch but didn't bother to move.

"I do not understand why you took this job if it is everything you hate."

Virgil lifted his face and blew a strand of hair away from his face, only for it to fall back in the same exact spot. "Money."

"Ahh, the crux of the world's problems." Logan held out the note to Virgil. "You know anything about this?"

Virgil glanced at the note and shook his head before falling back into the couch. "Who is that anyway?"

"Our neighbor, Virgil. I know you haven't met her yet but we have told you about her."

Virgil flipped over on the couch and stared at the ceiling. "Which neighbor? The one who lives upstairs?"

"Yes, that neighbor."

"Does she live alone? Because there's someone up there."

Logan went to make a retort before he stopped, hearing the sound of footsteps above them. "I'm not actually sure."

"So what did she want with Pat?" Virgil looked at Logan who kept his attention on the ceiling. "Lo?"

"Hmm?" He looked back down and realized he had been staring. "Oh, my apologies. It seems I hadn't noticed the presence of someone else."

It wasn't much later that Roman and Three arrived back home. Three was chattering away happily and more than anyone had seen in quite some time from that particular pal. Logan smiled watching the Patton recall the stories of the short scene they played out on the stage. Three was retelling his defeat at the hands of the prince, only to reveal he was the princess in disguise all along! He faked his own kidnapping to escape his tyrant father before sending rumors that he was being held captive by a dragon.

Amidst the reenactment, Patton arrived back home and watched the end of the show, applauding as Roman and Three bowed hand in hand. Three smiled and thanked Roman before reaching over to Patton and disappearing in a flash. He smiled and walked over to Logan and saw the note, frowning but keeping quiet about it.

Logan and Patton stayed out of the kitchen as Roman and Virgil took their turn to cook dinner. They were happy to say they had finally passed the pizza for dinner stage as they prepared a chicken dinner for the fearsome four.

Just before dinner was served, Two walked in, waving out the front door as he backed in. "Just come to me if you have any more questions, Les! Alright, good night!" He shut the door and turned, smiling as he saw Patton standing up from the couch. "Pat!" Two ran over and smiled. "You'll never guess what!" He reached out and disappeared in a bright flash as well, leaving Patton to stand in the middle of the living room rather confused. He blinked and processed the memories he was gaining back from the day, sifting through all the new bits of information. "Oh." Patton smiled and perked up excitedly. "Oh!"

"Dinner's ready!" Patton turned and smiled at Logan before racing to the kitchen table. Once he sat down, Roman smiled at him. "So, you pull yourself back together, Pat?" The copycat nodded as he smiled, eyeing to food on the table. "Everything go okay today with everything going on?"

"Oh, yeah! Leslie had some questions about sexuality and stuff, she was so confused and Two helped her out! Isn't that sweet?"

Logan looked up at Roman from his seat before turning back to his boyfriend. "Sexuality? Like what?"

Patton shrugged as he smiled, serving himself a plate of asparagus. "You know, general questions people usually have. Isn't that wonderful?"

"It could have been a trap!" Roman cried out, causing Patton to stop and look at him a bit concerned. "Are you okay?"

"A trap from what? Leslie doesn't know what we can do." Patton frowned down at his plate. "Besides, I don't think she was asking for her. It sounded more like she was asking to understand someone else."

"Like who?"

Patton shrugged and stared at his dinner plate. "I'm not sure but I have a guess." He picked up his fork and stabbed the small pile of veggies on his plate. "I don't think there's anything to worry about, though."

---

When Logan was a teen, he was literally the worst. His parents were too loving, too kind, too forgiving... and way too accepting of everything Logan was.

'As long as you tried your best, Logan!'

'It's okay. You're still trying to figure out those powers. We forgive you.'

'No matter what, we love you, son.'

'Perhaps trying to understand these abilities will be helpful?'

As he grew older and his powers only became more powerful, they encouraged him to learn to keep them in control as long as he didn't use them on others. Well, that's how it was at first anyway. When Logan was coming home with suspicious things he couldn't pay for and claimed he never stole anything, they kept making sure he was at least following their rules. No using your ability on others without permission.

Quickly, Logan learned that the punishment for breaking that rule was next to nothing as he simply told his parents he would 'try harder next time'. Every time, they forgave him, believing he would strive to be better as he continued on his path of self-destruction.

Logan was convincing teachers to simply give him a better grade or telling bullies to pick on one another if they tried to mess with him. Everyone began to assume he was just not worth the trouble, the toughest guy in school until someone got the guts to challenge him. Logan never had to lift a finger as his eyes flashed a striking, bright blue.

When he turned sixteen, he pretty much told his parents what he was doing besides simply asking them. It didn't matter anyway, who was going to stop him? Logan literally held the world in his hands. His eyes quickly flashed gold as the front door unlocked and opened before him. "I'm going out. I'll be back whenever."

"Now hold on just one minute." Logan groaned and looked over at his father as he stood up off the couch. "It's late and a school night. You're not going anywhere."

Logan crossed his arms over his chest and huffed. "Oh yeah?"

"Logan, honey." His mother walked into the room and Logan got an eerie sense of dread wash over him. "We need to talk."

"Can't this wait? I have stuff to do."

"No, you don't." His father pointed to the couch. "We need to sit and have a discussion about your behaviors. You've been bossing us around for weeks and it's gotten out of control."

He scoffed and sneered at his father. "Never was a problem before. Can I go?"

His mother stepped closer as she spoke. "No. It's not safe for you to leave so late. You're staying inside tonight."

His eyes started to glow gold for a moment. "Oh really?" They began to shift to their brighter blue, threatening to cause more chaos. "Or what?"

"We are your parents! You walk out that door and you're grounded." His father spoke with a firm tone. "Understood?"

"And no powers! We said no using abilities on others!"

"Oh like they'd remember. I can do what I want and no one would know better!" Logan laughed as he threw his arms out. "It works. Hasn't stopped me before."

"Listen-"

"No, you listen!" Logan stomped his foot, much like a child throwing a temper tantrum. "You can't suddenly decide it's been too much and start parenting now. You let me do whatever, told me to get better and better and I did!"

"Yes but you have to stop this nonsense!"

"So, what? You're going to keep tabs on me forever now?" Logan huffed and ran a hand through his emo haircut. "You guys are so lame! Just let me keep doing whatever, what's the harm?"

"People are getting hurt, Logan!"

"So? Who cares? I don't! Why does this matter now? Why me?" He stomped his foot in his anger. "You forget I'm here half the time anyway!"

"That's not true, you're always sneaking out! It needs to stop."

"Oh yeah well how about you just forget about me completely then and let me live my life!" Logan huffed and watched his parents frozen in place. "Finally got you two to listen! Look, I get it. You love me. You want me to be the best me I can be. I'm not going to just stay inside trapped when..." He frowned as his parents didn't move from where they stood. "Guys?"

He leaned in closer and noticed the pale blue shine of their eyes and he took a step back in panic. "Oh no. No no no, what did I do? No, don't panic." Logan's breathing grew erratic as he spoke to himself. "I can fix this, it's just as simple as doing the reverse of what I always do, right?" His eyes turned blue as they glowed every time he altered someone's mind. "Right? Just turn back. Everything will be normal! I won't even go out, I can wait until tomorrow."

---

"Who are you?"

"Thief!"

"Get out of our house!"

"Son? We don't have any children!"

"I think a mother would remember her own child!"

---

"H-hey, uncle Murphey. I know it's late. No, I'm fine. I promise. Can I stay with you and, ah, auntie Em for a little while?"

Links to some Emo Logan art ;)

https://paperghastly.tumblr.com/post/179526501961/an-edgy-logan-commission-for-residentanchor-uwu

https://robinsdraw.tumblr.com/post/182487903764/probable-theorem-spoiler-and-here-we-go-with-emo