*Here's the next installment. Before September, just like I promised. The next part should be up soon too. I would like to thank my fans for getting me re-inspired to continue writing. Without further ado, happy reading!*

*Also, the photo is of Management. I've been getting a lot of comments related to Management and her appearance. The only difference from the photo is that she floats and hovers more than she walks. I hope this clears it up a little.*

I knocked on the door to Thomas's brain hard. He'd be able to tell me where to find Management when she wasn't torturing poor little Anni. He's knowledgeable about practically everything in the mindspace. Logic may be like the intellectual part of Thomas's being, but Brain is like the filing system. He files everyones thoughts and actions into the proper places and supports everyone in the mindspace in some way, shape, or form.

"What is it Mischief?" Brain opened the door with an angry look pasted across his features.

"Do you know where Management is? I want to speak with her." A look of anger fazed through Brain's features before he grabbed me by the collar.

"You will not speak of her in such a tone. I don't know how you found out about her, but once I find the reasoning for your tricks; you'll go down trickster!"

"Touchy subject, I see." he dropped me and I scampered away, down the hall. "Fine. I'll just have to wing it and hope my plan works out from there." I chuckled as I left the world of Brain behind me.

~~~~~~~~~~(Change PoV to Management)~~~~~~~~~~

Eyes open and unseeing. That's all an outsider would see when looking at me. As far as what I see, well that's way more complicated. My visions are mostly in place so that I can watch over Anxiety and make sure he's alright.

To say my job is complicated is a severe understatement.

I watch the troublemakers in the mindspace and make sure that they aren't affecting Thomas too strongly. Normally that means keeping them out of powerful seats, but Anxiety is a special case. He's not as evil as everyone pins him to be. Even now, he wasn't the one who was causing the most trouble in the mindspace. I could sense Mischief was up to no good from wherever he was. But he wasn't what I was concerned about right now. Right now my focus was on Anni.

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Currently he was curled up in Roman's bedsheets. They had taken him there instead of his own room. A strange decision to my logical ideas. Obviously, it would be smarter to keep him somewhere where he would be comfortable. Meaning, not Prince's room. The main emotions discussed some things before Dad left and Prince was left alone with Anxiety. Speaking of the poor, young emotion. He wasn't faring very well from where he was. Sweating, shivering, trembling, and screaming at mere contact.

"Anni. Anni, wake up! It's Prince Anni! Anni!" Prince shook him harder. Why in the mindspace did he think that would work? Was he stupid or something?

"Get away from me! I'm weak, haven't you had enough! You can't make me any lower without killing me!" He shrieked. Anni's words cut into me and something that never happened to me started to happen. I should talk to Brain about this.

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I hovered down the hallway and bumped into a snickering Mischief. He was about to apologize when he noticed who I was.

"Oh, hi Management." he smiled wickedly at me.

"What are you up to Mischief?" I questioned down to him.

"You'll find out soon enough, my pretty little helper." Mischief smirked before he dashed down the hallway. I shook my head before I continued on to Brain's room. Outside his door, just as I was about to knock, there was an overwhelming sense of dread coming from Anni's persona.

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"You can't make me do anything!" Anxiety was growling at Prince, whom was making him feel inferior at the moment. Prince locked him in his bedroom and I fell against Brain's door. What was that foolish idiot trying to do now?

"I'll give you one more chance to tell me what's happening. Tell me by the time I get to zero or you will regret withholding this from me. 10..." Anxiety's anxiety was swirling around in his brain and mine. "9..." Brain opened the door to his room with an expression he saved for Mischief on his face, something between a glare and a grimace.

"I'm not a child Prince!" Anxiety shouted, sitting up as straight as he could to fake dominance. Prince's expression gave an indication that he thought he knew better.

"8..." Anni's fight or flight responses had already turned into the second half of that statement. He was looking for a way out and judging by the hope filling him, he had found an option. "7..." Just as quickly Prince had him restrained. That dumb fool was activating his claustrophobia. "I wouldn't try that if I were you. Tick Tock, tell me. 6..." Prince demanded down at Anni, who was trying to school his emotions on his face.

"I said no. I refuse." Anni stood up for himself just as there was a knock on the door. Prince looked so angry.

"5..."

"Hey, I brought some of the emotions just like you said so if you could just let me in that would be much appreciated." Dad called through the door. Anni was filled with a sense of hope that made me wish I could be there for him. Prince covered his mouth with one of his royally petty hands and red crept into the corners of my vision.

"4..."

"Prince! I know you're in there. I hear you counting down... Wait, why are you counting down? What's going on in there?"

"3..." Anxiety tried to scream around Prince's hand but the sound was muffled.

"Let me in right now Prince." Dad demanded through the solid wooden door.

"2..." Anxiety was finally able to drag the hand off of his mouth only to whimper as his breathing grew just as strenuous as when he hyperventilates.

"1." Anni remained silent so Prince let his hands fly. His right hand slapped across Anxiety's cheek and made him sink to the floor.

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"NO!!" I shouted as my vision faded. Tears were streaming out of my unfeeling eyes. Brain was staring at me, his own eyes wide and a cool cloth in his hands that he was dabbing to my forehead caringly.

"What happened?" Brain asked me coolly.

"I was coming over to ask you about this. I don't cry. What are these? Why am I experiencing them now? I've always hurt Anxiety, so why now?"

"You are emitting tears. I don't know why now of all times. I'm guessing it's because of two things. First of all, although you were a necessary evil in Anxiety's story, when you take a back seat and aren't the only villain at work; the playing field has changed. It's hard to see something precious to you hurt in any way. And when you aren't in control of the pain being dolled out, that can play into effect. Another possible reason for this, is that you are becoming a stronger being in Thomas's mind." I felt my eyes widen.

"A stronger emotion? But I don't want to be any more damaging to Anxiety then I already am!"

"You might not be. Transformation into a full blown emotion doesn't always lead to destruction of other emotions." Brain spoke wisely.

"But that's what I was made for. To manage others in the mindspace, specifically Anxiety. It's like when Logic knocked you down on the totem pole of power." I vented. Brain's face contorted as if he had bit into a rather sour lemon before he spoke again.

"I was never meant to be seated in power for the entirety of Thomas's existence. The mindspace always works itself out. We just have to do whatever's best for Thomas and everything will manage to work itself out eventually."

"Still, it's not like either of you were a negative emotion to begin with. How do you know what will happen to a negative emotion such as myself?" Brain patted my head and pulled me close.

"Before Logic was Logic, he was an emotion that was boastful and heated. He made arguments with everyone he met and believed he was better than everyone, including our host. Through his transformation, he was humbled and learned how to deal with everyone else in a more respectful manner. Prince has a past even darker than that. He killed his own sister out of jealousy. She was reborn as a less powerful emotion. If not for his transformation, he would have been removed from Thomas's system ages ago. It's why he can still be violent. Old practices are still ingrained into us, as much as we wish that they weren't." Brain trailed off as I felt the familiar pull of a vision taking over. I laid into Brain's touch as he disappeared from my vision entirely.

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"It's more my fault. I angered you and then... ummm... you told Thomas that he might want to start getting help for it again. That is for me again. When Thomas tries to fix me with therapy or medication, she comes. Her name is Management. She has beat me 99 times and this time I think she broke me. I'm not whole anymore. If I see her again, I fear I'll fade entirely from Thomas's subconscious mind." Anxiety groaned and it didn't take a genius to know that he was finally confiding in the other emotions. Maybe they would be able to stop me from hurting him again.

"How do you know it's been 99 times?" Out of all the questions he could have asked, why was that the one he started with? It was moments like these when I questioned why Brain wasn't in as high of a seat of power as Logic. Anxiety took off his hoodie and shirt and showed the inked number that looked almost like a tattoo on his upper right arm. I was pulled from the vision to feel a familiar tingling in my system.

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Teleportation was not one of the powers I enjoyed possessing. Especially knowing where it always would lead me. I threw up a veil to hide my concern just as Anxiety appeared in front of me.

"Please, no more! Please!" Anxiety shrieked as I moved to stand over him, feeling my heart break as I hovered above him.

"You need to be managed." My hard voice, didn't match my trembling form behind the veil. "Orders are orders and the brain is telling me to kill you while I can." I heard the others outside the door, discussing how to proceed. If only they'd hurry up and save this precious boy before it was too late.

"Stop! Please..." Anxiety whined from under me before the stress took over and he fell into a state of unconsciousness due to his terror at being hurt by me again. I pulled off his hoodie and moved it to the side so I could check his breathing, clenching my fists in anguish. Prince stormed in just as the number on Anxiety's forearm changed to show 100. I was punched away before I could try to explain anything. But it was okay, it was what I deserved. I crawled over to the window in the tower room and looked down as tears watered the earth below. How did an unfeeling emotion such as myself end up a crying mess leaning over a balcony window? Brain teleported in behind me but I didn't acknowledge him where he stood.

~~~~~~~~~~(Change Pov to Mischief)~~~~~~~~~~

"Do you think he's gone? I can't feel him anymore. Do you think we won?" Determination asked from my side, he was biting his lip almost nervously at that statement and it's implications.

"What do you mean won? What did you make me do?" Thomas asked out in the real world, panic beginning to flood his system. Panic would be too late to save the not so precious Anxiety.

"I hope he's gone. He's been rude to me one time too many for my liking." I cackled to myself, smirking as Thomas's emotions took a sharp turn into confusion.

"Seriously! What's going on in there?" Thomas's shouts fell on deaf ears until Dad and Logic ran in. Both were ferociously out of breath.

"Who knew that we were this out of shape?" Dad rhetorically asked. Logic nodded his head in agreement before he noticed the two of us.

"You two! Why would you two do this? I mean, I might get Mischief, but Determination! Why?" Logic questioned quickly, gasping for air as he came down from their unfit running.

"Doesn't matter anymore. I can't feel Anxiety anymore. He should be good and dead." I smiled until Logic grabbed me by the collar and shook me in his blind rage.

"How can we reverse this?" Logic screamed up into my face.

"You can't." My smile was back full force. I had gotten rid of the one thing that was keeping Prince from happiness. Now he would love me forever.

"What do you mean?" Dad asked Determination. He faltered for a moment before he answered the pestering emotion.

"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. I was lost in dreamland, imagining how Prince would show his gratitude to me when he found out what I had done. I didn't have to daydream for long, cause soon my Prince Charming had entered the room bearing a frozen Anxiety.

"He's gone." Prince's eyes made contact with mine and all I could do was try to shrink away. That wasn't the look of love that I had been going for. "You killed him. You're a monster."

"I thought you'd be happy. You hated him." I whispered, my voice cracking on almost every syllable I spoke.

"I've never hated him. I love him too much to hate him." Prince whispered into the tense silence of the room.

"I'm sorry." Determination apologized into the silence. Then voices sang into my ears. They were sorrowful tones from the others in the room, but I ignored the words they spoke in favor of figuring out where my plan went wrong. I didn't have to think for long, when a voice I had hoped to never hear again started to rap. Prince's sobs just furthered my theories. Without thought, I pounced on my prey.

"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!" My hands were at his throat and we were struggling with each other on the ground.

*I hope you liked it. I read all your comments and take them into account when writing. More in store. happy reading!*