Wooden planks were holding up a similarly textured ceiling in a triangular formation - a single candle-lit lamp hanging from one of the planks via a rope.

The light lit up most of the space (which made sense since the room was relatively small), shining light onto a black bag in one of the corners and a blank single-sized (more like 10-year-old sized) mattress next to it parallel to the walls and underneath the light source.

On top of the white rectangular cushion lay a male in a messy short sleeve t-shirt & black ripped jeans - an orange bow tie with a few tears in it next to him whilst leaning on the bag.

A pair of glasses were hovering over the dark-brown haired boy (surrounded by orange clouds of magic), his arms stretched above him whilst his hands moved the object without touching it - being about the length of a 30 cm/12 inch ruler away from each other.

"Fixed." the male thought to themselves, before lowering both his arm & the pair of glasses with the use of misty orange strings - which were losing their pigment by the second.

The person was now sitting up-right with his back against the wooden walls, facing forward whilst eyeing the pair of glasses with an intense look in his eyes.

Suddenly, the piece of orange fabric to th left of the boy levitated into the air & stopped moving around next to the newly fixed glasses.

Without warning (not like anyone needed it), the bow tie shifted into a plain navy-blue neck-tie - a flash of similarly coloured mist flying around the newly formed accessory.

The male then flicked their wrist, causing the tears that were on his pants to fade away - his sleeves going through a similar process which made the torn look of them disappear.

Now the boy wore a black short sleeve t-shirt & dark clean jeans - his right arm raising into the air before the neck-tie came down to him & met him at eye-level.

He grabbed the dark-blue coloured fabric and tied it around & under his collar - fiddling around with it for a minute before leaving it slightly loose & picking the pair of glasses out of the air.

The neck-tie wearing person then carefully placed the sight-helping object onto his face, blinking a few times before looking straight up at the lamp that was still illuminating the room.

He then placed his hands onto the neck-tie, closed his eyes & pulled the two ends tightly - as if to choke himself to death, but of course he can't die unless his host dies so that idea had already been thrown out the non-existent window.

A small black tear rolled down his slightly paler face, his expression fading from pain - to blandness.

The male slowly opened his eyes, they seemed to be a tad bit lighter than before & one of his pupils now looked like a navy-blue power symbol.

"I believe I should be packing up now so that I can get to the 'light sides' before Thomas has dinner." he spoke to himself quietly, as if there was a copy of himself in the room that he could talk to - as if someone was there to talk to him, to be there for him.

The male then pulled the black bag off of the wooden floor boards & stepped towards the candle-lit lamp that was now almost at forehead-level with him.

'Who~' a small gust of air blew out the tiny flame that had been flickering on the wick of the candle, before taking the lamp down from it's spot & holding it in his right hand in a similar way to how he held the bag in his left.

The neck-tie wearing persona walked to the other end of the room where a small snow-coloured circular rug was laying, a few white particles flying out & away from it.

"Remember Logic, you have no emotions - emotions are the bane of your existence. Just, be emotionless. Your name is Logan - my name is Logan Logic Sanders." the side told himself, before closing his eyes & stepping onto the mat - the magical specks of dust turning into dancing waves of a dark blue hue.

Suddenly, the magic faded away faster than a cheetah crossing the Savannah & all that was left was a slightly torn rug & an almost empty attic.

~ Somewhere Else ~

The room was a dark shade of green, a few torn bits of wallpaper drooping off to the side - a grey-curtain covered window on the back wall with a single-sized bed underneath it perpendicularly to the wall it was apart of.

A dark-brown wooden closet stood to the left side of the room next to the bed & a small desk to the right - covered in papers, notepads & pencils.

In the other two corners of the room were a black door with a silver door nob (to the left) & a pile of cushions with a large cloth-covered wrack above it (to the right) - the fabrics having large & bold patterns stitched & painted onto them.

"Oh- another one. Yay." a dark-brown haired boy in black long-sleeves looked up to his left from the table to see a green & black orb of light float towards him from the window - the curtains ripping a bit but still intact.

The male reached out & grabbed hold of the magical sphere, sitting back down whilst facing a bottle of grey die & a metal lamp which was currently switched on.

The green-sash wearing side looked deeply into the mist to see swirls of events with a light-beige background in the majority of them - a total of six different characters featured at least once between them all.

"Wait- Patton has memory-wiping powers? Wow, these must be his & Roman's then." the persona spoke under his breath as he stared into the orb - a scene in which one light blue & one red themed males were holding hands with light blue mist surrounding them currently being shown, "They probably won't remember the exchange then. I guess, it's for the better."

The boy closed his eyes, a shade of green flowing out of them as the sphere disintegrated in front of him - the particles left over fading out of existence.

~ In the Light Mind-Scape ~

The father-figure was in the kitchen & in front of the microwave, pulling out a large white bowl from the cupboard above - whilst the prince sat on the couch with his pen & notepad in hand.

The atmosphere was calming down, the energy level still high enough to keep the sides moving - the light outside the window a light shade of grey.

"Pat', is Thomas going to bed right now? The place is giving me a calm-feeling going down my spine," the red-themed persona asked, looking up from the paper as he leaned backward onto the dark beige coloured sofa, "and that isn't normal."

"It may just be the new side coming kiddo, after all - we don't know what he represents. He could just represent calmness or something like that - there is no need to worry about it." the light-blue themed side replied in his light & bubbly voice as he turned away from the kitchen and walked towards the other.

"Okay Pa-" Roman spoke, being cut off as the two of them widened their eyes at the white circular carpet that sat against the back wall between the kitchen & the living room.

Navy-blue particles were flying out of the rug at the speed of light, a figure around the height of the others appearing to be standing on said rug.

Once the mist subsided a male wearing a neat black-coloured short sleeve t-shirt, similarly coloured jeans, a dark-blue neck-tie & a pair of glasses similar to the father-figure's stood on top of the mat with a blank expression on his face.

"Yay the new side is here!" the other side standing exclaimed, before running up to the more formal persona in the room - the bowl sitting next to the microwave back in the kitchen, "My name is Patton - I represent morality, that's Roman over there - he's creativity. You are?"

The other thought for a brief second as if to fish something out of his mind before replying, "Salutations Patton & Roman. My name is Logan and I am Thomas's logical side."

"Salu-ta-tions?" the light-blue themed side queried, wondrous as to what the newly spoken word had meant.

"Salutations is a formal simile for English words such as 'hello', 'good morning', 'good afternoon' and 'good evening'." Logan told the other who nodded in reply, a bit of energy flying off of him from the joy that was bouncing off of him because of the new sides arrival.

The prince got up from his seat & placed his writing supplies down where he'd previously been sitting, before walking up to the pair in an extravagant and over-the-top manner, "So the new side is a nerd? Well then, welcome to the light sides! Aka, the hero's of the story~!"

Roman made his 'grand & royal' gesture with his arms, as the logical side just looked at him in slight confusion, "Aka?"

"Also known as - it's an acronym! Anyway, Pat' can we watch the movie now please~" the red-themed persona asked with little puppy-dog like eyes.

"Sure thing kiddo, Logan why don't you go find your room on the second floor? The door to your room will probably be coloured dark blue. I'll settle Roman in for the movie and come help you in a bit." the father-figure spoke up, receiving a nod from Logan who turned towards the stairs as he & the prince walked in the opposite direction- facing the couch.

The rest of the evening went by pretty smoothly - Logan set up his room as to look more like an office but still keeping that 'room' feeling (which is the exact opposite of what Dark Energy's room used to look like), Roman got to enjoy a classic Disney movie & Patton was able to easily and happily adjust to the new sides presence.

At around 8:30 pm, the prince was back in his room managing a large group of magical red spheres - each of them containing something to do with his host flying or being able to 'snap' just like in Mary Poppins.

Morality was in one of his many onesies, chilling out on his pillow-covered bed whilst looking at the photo of him & Roman to his left that hung above a desk around 2 to 3 meters/6 to 7 feet away from his sleeping spot.

The logical persona sat in his room on top of his neatly-made bed (which sat in the back-left corner), looking to his left to see a wooden bed-side table & a larger desk slightly farther away from him in the back right corner of the room.

Logan looked downward & bent down before pulling out a photo-frame from his small black bag, the object containing a three-people filled photo.

The one to the left wore a stripy grey & black hoodie and almost un-noticeable black jeans, the persona to the right had a torn short sleeve t-shirt(at this point singlet), an orange bow-tie, finger-less gloves, cracked glasses & a similar pair of jet-black jeans.

The final side wore a long grey & yellow-accented top with a two-headed snake logo on his left-chest area, a bunch of yellow button covered straps going down the centre of the piece of clothing - another pair of night-coloured pants being worn along with it.

He also had a black hat on top of his head, half of his face being covered with greenish-yellow scales and the eye on the same side of his face a bright yellow.

The persona put the photo-frame onto the bed-side table before placing his hands around his neck-tie - pulling it even tighter around his neck for a few seconds before he pulled it off, barely even puffing from the loss of oxygen.

He then put the fabric on top of the photo so that the majority of the three people were covered, the only things peeking out being a dark (almost purple) sleeve, a black semi-circle & a hand with a similarly-coloured finger-less glove on it.

Logan then snapped his fingers, which caused his clothes to change into a black long sleeve t-shirt & pants - afterwards putting himself into a laying position whilst facing upward at the blank white ceiling.

He closed his dark hazel eyes (his glasses now off of his face because of the gesture he'd just made with his fingers), his hands to his sides as his thoughts begun to drift around - and not to dream, but instead to think, "I will never feel emotions again, never. I'm logic now - and logical I shall be."

Suddenly, a voice came in from the back of his head, "But is this logical?"

He didn't answer the question, and he never will... or will he?