as much as i like to project onto patton and say that he loves frogs, i actually think it’d be quite the opposite

i think he’d end up hating frogs.

maybe hating isn’t the right word, though. he doesn’t hate those little critters, how could he? they’re too darn cute!

and once upon a time, maybe they were his third favorite animal (behind dogs and cats, of course).

but not anymore. not after... you-know-what happened.

there were some things that he loved that he had to abandon after the froggy fiasco. they made him happy and brought him comfort before, but not so much anymore.

it’s fine, though, of course! it wasn’t that big of a deal, right?

roman asks patton why his room looks different. he laughs, says he just tidied up a bit. he doesn’t mention that he’s shoved all his frog plushies in his closet.

thomas teases patton about frogger one day and he goes deadly quiet. he hopes no one can see the tears in his eyes.

and not to mention the dozens of other times remus has brought up that one time thomas had to dissect a frog in highschool.

patton cries, but not for the reason that everyone else thinks.

he starts freezing up at every sight, every sound, every MENTION of anything relating to those little green amphibians. he panics.

because he can’t hurt thomas. not again.

as stupid as it sounds, patton’s afraid of frogs.

as stupid as it sounds... he’s afraid of himself.