"Do you think he's gone? I can't feel him anymore. Do you think we won?" One of the two troublemakers asked.

"What do you mean won? What did you make me do?" Thomas asked out in the real world.

"I hope he's gone. He's been rude to me one time too many for my liking." the other voice chuckled darkly.

"Seriously! What's going on in there?" Thomas shouted angrily. Two people ran into the room, both grossly out of breath.

"Who knew that we were this out of shape?" Dad asked, rather rhetorically. Logic gulped in air before he looked up to see the two figures frozen in front of a confused Thomas.

"You two! Why would you two do this? I mean, I might get Mischief, but Determination! Why?" Logic questioned quickly.

"Doesn't matter anymore. I can't feel Anxiety anymore. He should be good and dead." Logic went into a rage, grabbing hold of Mischief by the collar and shaking him blindly.

"How can we reverse this?" Logic screamed down at Mischief.

"You can't." Mischief smirked.

"What do you mean?" Dad asked, turning to Determination. Determination faltered before he answered.

"He told Thomas to swallow a pill that's supposed to get rid of Anxiety. Nothing could have stopped it's effects. Unless you get him to throw it up, but even that might not be enough to make him come back fully."

"We have to try." Logic started. Thomas was already sat in front of the toilet in his bathroom, having heard his entire inner monologue. He only prayed it would help. He threw up without much effort, already queasy about losing such a large part of him. Suddenly the door to the room was kicked down. In walked a tearful Prince. His hand was still entwined with Anxiety's limp one. There was an evident anger in his eyes.

"He's gone." He made eye contact with Mischief who shrunk under his gaze. "You killed him. You're a monster."

"I thought you'd be happy. You hated him." Mischief whispered into the tense room.

"I've never hated him. I love him too much to hate him." Prince whispered. His breathing growing ugly, interrupted by mucus and tears.

"I'm sorry." Determination spoke softly, not that anyone blamed him in the first place. Prince sat in silence. Everyone sat in silence for a long time. Even Thomas was silent, hoping for something new to arise that looked good for his phsycie.

"All I need is a little love in my life

All I need is a little love in the dark

A little but I'm hoping it might kick start

Me and my broken heart." Prince cried into Anxiety, wishing for a change. Praying for an answer. Morality was the next one to start, dad's cute little voice squeaking through the notes.

"I need a little loving tonight

Hold me so I'm not falling apart

A little but I'm hoping it might kick start

Me and my broken heart

Yeah..." Morality stopped, too choked up in tears to continue. It was odd when Logic continued from where Morality had stopped. He was joined after his first line by Thomas.

"Shotgun, aimed at my heart, you got one

Tear me apart in this song

How do we call this love?

I tried, to run away but your eyes

Tell me to stay oh why

Why do we call this love?" Everyone joined in (except for a grumpy Mischief), wishing to get as far as they could to try and pause the need to cry and sob.

"It seems like we've been losing control

Somebody tell me I'm not alone

When I say..." The urge became too strong so they all stopped to sob, except for Mischief who just watched in silence.

"Bury me alive, bury me with pride

Bury me with berries, that forbidden fruit and cherry wine

Thank you berry much, but this is my night and I'm dying

Swingin for the fences, barbaric song caught in idle time

Everything in life's subject to change, change whip, change grind

Change clothes, change opinions, right before I change my mind

I don't really know yah business, been in here since you was using Lego blocks

This ain't no Harry Potter, I not a snitch

Tater tots on my shotgun, now I gotta pop one at the stars

Sky's the limit, I gotta finish as the first rapper on Mars

Mark my words, I'm making my mark, even when they break'n me

Even when these others, mess with the mental state of my heart

Look in my eyes, I know I've died, but I still tried, to compromise

Tell me you love me, tell me that I, don't give a fork and can barely decide

Wishin' good luck on my enemies, all of my energy go to the almighty mind

I could drown in the life I lead but fork your amenities, I'm gettin' better with time

AHHHHHHH!!!!

I'm wakin' up, I feel it in my bones

Enough to make my systems blow

Welcome to the New Age

Welcome to the New Age

I am re-active. I am re-active." His voice cut through the room, soft at first but growing in intensity as he continued. His eyelids fluttered and his vision cleared. The clear shock in the room was lost when two people spoke. "Prince? What are you staring at?"

"You." Prince smiled happily, crying tears of joy that Anxiety frowned at. He tried to squirm out of Prince's grip and finally succeeded, ascending shakily to his feet. A blur shot out of nowhere and forced Anxiety back to the ground.

"Why does he love you? You were good and dead until he saved you! If Thomas won't kill you. I'll kill you myself!" Mischief screamed, his hands wrapped around Anxiety's throat.

"Anni!" Prince shouted, running forward. He never reached his target. Instead, someone else jumped him and he also ended up on the floor with hands squeezing his throat. "G-get off! Anni!!!!" Prince screamed. Mischief glanced up and Anni was able to grab a breath before his breathing was cut off once more.

Two figures walked through the kicked down doors doorway. Anxiety froze in his struggles and everyone else turned to look at the newcomers. One was Management, trailing her was Thomas. Or what looked like Thomas.

"This has gone on far enough. My name is Brain. I'm here to clear up some things for everybody and my darling Management is here to take care of all that I say." Brain stated swiftly, before he continued. "Determination has a crush on Mischief. Mischief has a crush on Prince. Prince and Anxiety love each other. Logic has a crush on Dad. Dad has a crush on Logic. Management, take Determination and Mischief up into the tower. Anxiety fears Management's methods but I should inform you that her methods were not of her choosing. She wishes you could be friends, though that is unlikely in the near future. If you need someone to blame for being hurt, blame Thomas. He was trying to manage you in the wrong way. Maybe now, he'll heed his own advice and listen to his video with iiSuperwomanii." Brain quickly exited the room, followed closely by Management who was pulling along the troublemakers.

*Song is Me and My Broken Heart by Rixton and the rap is from Radioactive by Imagine Dragons featuring Kendrick Lamar, only with slightly changed lyrics by myself.*

*Geez, it feels like I blinked and then like a hundred people were reading this. I hope the cliffhanger wasn't too brutal on you people. There's one more chapter left and it's nearly done. I'll probably post tomorrow night.*