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[scramble-ramble-blog]

Vent story one and the reason I made this.

Characters used: human au Logan from Sanders Sides.

Warnings: some sort of breakdown in third-but-also-sorta-first person, some sort of overload and/or shutdown or something (idk what it is), angstyish maybe, partially unintelligible word overlap, unfinished feeling ending but it served its purpose.

Notes:

Any word Logan gets stuck on except for smudge or the smudge/frost overlap, I got stuck on while writing this. Smudge and smudge/frost happened in the moment.

The first bit is a picture since I wrote this on word and don't know how to format this the same way here.

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He couldn't spin because Mom was in the way. He wouldn’tshouldn’tcan’twon’t touch her. Or the rice bag by his feet. He needed to shove it down so it wouldn’t touch him wouldn’t crinkle. Okay good.

Why was there stupid jazz music playing turn it off it’s riverside jazz almost but way too close.

He needed to scoot back up okay brace takehandsoffputthemonchairmovebackthen hands up. Okay good.

Done. Okay.

Okay okay okay. Cast away from it red red red red red red.

Mom left he could spin. Spin. Spin spin spin spin spin spin.

He had to pull up his feet but then he couldn’t spin. Stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop— okay now only the chair back and his hands were touching.

That was okay.

O—Stop getting stuck.

His legs were getting tired, they were trembling, but he had to keep them up.

Dad turned off the jazz okay. That was good.

He quietly stood and tiptoed upstairs. He sat in the hallway on the carpet that was okay as long as nothing else touched and picked up his phone. He thought about music but that made uncomfortableness pool between his shoulders, and so did non-music videos.

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End. Yeah, it's pretty darn unfinished-feeling, but I didn't know what to do that didn't feel wrong to me other than write, and I didn't want to make it too specific.