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"Prince! Prince please, don't let go!"

"Anxiety? Anxiety!"

Roman blinked, the darker personality was holding on to his midsection with a vice grip that would probably bruise his ribs. Not knowing what else to do, he held onto his opposite.

"Don't please Prince, I can't, I don't know how to-", the younger was panicking, his body was turning translucent.

"Anxiety, I-i don't know what to do?!"

"Don't let go, please!" The darker persona was crying, his figure shaking and trembling, his body becoming less and less corporeal, his grip was slipping.

Anxiety cried even more.

"Prince!"

He tried his best to hold on to the younger, Anxiety was almost completely see through.

"Princey please!"

His hold failed, the younger slipped.

"Prince!"

He was gone.

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"Prince!"

"Prince Roman!"

The Royal woke, shooting up with a gasp, only to fall back on the bed. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried his best to calm his breathing.

"Prince Roman!"

The sound came from outside his door.

"Yes?" Croaked the royal, his eyes were still shut and he remained on the bed, as his chest continued its rapid rise and fall.

"M'lord, may I remind you that you have a meeting to attend"

The aforementioned Prince groaned, blinking his eyes open, he slowly sat up.

"M' lord-"

"Yes, I heard you, thank you Geoffrey"

"Very good sir, you are expected to be there in half an hour, please try not to fall asleep sire"

"Don't worry, I won't", the Royal stood up, body shaking, "not after that terrible dream", he muttered to himself.

He got ready quickly and as much as he wanted to see Anxiety, he refrained, his hands still trembled and his heartbeat was just starting to normalize.

Prince was about to walk out the door leading to his castle, when there was a knock on his other door.

He had three doors in his room, the brown one on the far left was the door to the grand bathroom, the other, a large gold and red door, opened out to his castle hallway, (or the entrance to his castle if he so choosed), the other door was just red and it lead to the hall connecting to the commons.

Morality, stood at the red door.

The Father's face was just a tad flushed, but the concern was evident.

"Are you alright Roman?"

He smiled at the Parent.

"I'm fine thank you, I would love to stay and chat but I have a meeting to attend, wish me luck", with a small wave, he turned on his heels and headed through the gold door. Once on the other side, he stepped into the castle hallway with a shaky exhale, the pristine white walls, tiles and glass windows did nothing to soothe him.

He knew very well that Morality had sensed his nightmare induced distress, the Father was quite perceptive when it came to such things. However, he had no time to be comforted by his elder, no matter how much he wanted to, his hands had yet to cease shaking.

Muttering to himself to "get a grip", the Royal clenched his fists and marched regally to the kitchens, he gave no sign of his panic, he was a Prince after all.

Carefully he picked out an apple, a pear and a handful of grapes, they were washed for him and placed decoratively on a platter by some maidens. Thanking the three kitchen maidens for their assistance, he made his way to the Conference room.

As it was still early no one minded that he brought in food with him, especially since he was just picking on fruits, you couldn't fault a growing Prince for fruit.

He finished his grapes quietly while looking around, many of the seats were filled in, though quite a few remained empty as of yet. The majority present were other royals and or advisors but there were a handful of lesser emotions as well.

He gave a nod to a fellow royal who was eating a tangerine, and another to one with watermelon, glad to see he wasn't the only one that skipped breakfast.

By the time he finished the final bite of his pear, the last of the fruit on his plate, and thanked the young maid that relived him of his platter and provided him with a handkerchief, all the seats were filled.

The meeting began.

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Thomas woke with a gasp.... and then a groan.

Picking up his phone, he checked the time, six o'clock, far too early to be up. What's worse is that his body decided to betray him, it wanted to drink water and pee, at the same time. Groaning at the fact that meant he either had to get up and go to the kitchen or get up and go to the bathroom.

In the end he decided to ignore his body, turned to his side and promptly went back to sleep.

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Roman wished he could back to sleep, this meeting was one of the boringest- wait no, most boring he'd ever been in, wouldn't Logic would be proud. By and by, he was bored out of his mind, though he refused to show it, he had a reputation to uphold after all.

With an internal sigh, his eyes refocused on the lesser emotion speaking at the front.

In his kingdom, every meeting was set up in the Conference room, this included a grand mahogany table that stretched from one end of the room to the next, bear in mind this was in fact a castle, so to say that the conference room was rather large, would be an understatement. It could easily seat at least sixty to eighty people.

At the front of the table, where all attention was focused, was a stage, above it was large white board with a pull down projector screen hanging in front of it and a projector off to the side upon a desk.
Currently, the screen displayed a bright red line graph and a lesser emotion was explaining it to everyone in the room, truly Prince had no idea who the emotion was or what exactly the other was saying but he made an effort to look attentive as possible.

Every now and again his eyes would wonder across the room. Many familiar and unfamiliar faces spread across his field of vision.

Funny thing about being in Thomas' mind, the boy never forgot a face, whatever stranger he'd meet on the street would sooner or later become a form for a lesser emotion. So it was very plausible that some of his Fanders could be the face of a lesser emotion.

Some of the more common emotions even took the form of friends, for example the twins Love and Lust, looked like Joan. Deppression, Envy and Jealousy looked like Dodie, Talyn and Terrence respectively, and anger for some reason looked like Jon cozart.

They were also the other royals like Prince Leo, Princess Valerie, Princess Gina, Prince Dominic and their royal advisors Dahlia, Ben J. Peirce, Alex and Fariha. Unfortunately for Roman none of his friends were present at this meeting, likely busy at their own kingdoms. Each Kingdom had a certain number of lesser emotions as their "common people".

As both a Prince and a main personality, Roman had the highest ranking and the largest kingdom, after all, his was the first formed.

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Thomas woke up again at 9:27am to a sharp stabbing pain in his lower abdomen, groaning he rolled out of bed to go pee. After finishing his business, he headed to the kitchen, grabbing a cold glass of water to soothe his dry throat.

The manifestor felt quite...odd this morning. Usually he'd describe the feeling as foreboding, as if something bad were to happen, only thing is, he didn't feel nervous. But then again, Anxiety was out of commission so that was par for the course, however that still didn't explain why his hands were shaking.

Rolling his eyes he went to the counter and grabbed his pills, the therapist told him he'd need to take two a day. One in the morning and one in the afternoon, or latest at dinner. He took a pill in his hand, placed it on his tongue, took a swig of water and swallowed it with ease. Of course it would make him drowsy in about two hours, so he'd have to fight it a bit around lunch time if he wanted to maintain his somewhat semblance of a sleep schedule.

Huffing at the thought, he grabbed the cereal out of the cupboard, he hated the feeling of using a spoon with his non-dominant hand but screw it, he was both hungry and lazy. Pouring himself a bowl of cereal, and fumbling a bit with the spoon, the host ate in relative peace. Until of course he got mad with his inability to get the last bit of milk out.

He had managed to gather all the cereal onto his spoon and finish it, but that left quite a bit of milk in his bowl. He struggled slightly to lower the milk level but to no avail, eventually he gave up with the spoon, lifted the bowl and drank the remaining liquid. Satisfied with his breakfast, Thomas put away his dishes, headed to the bathroom and washed the milk moustache off his face.

With the offending "milkstache" gone he began brushing his teeth, again something else he found hard to do with his right hand. When he finally finished and cleaned up the "toothpasty" mess that was the sink, he decided to take a shower, not because his entire shirt was coated in toothpaste, no not at all.

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"Not only will this help provide Master Thomas with better dreams, but he will be able to remember them better-"

Cheers and applause filled the room and the emotion in front beamed at his well-received idea.

The Prince didn't exactly like the idea, it wasn't bad in itself, not at all but good intentions do pave the road to hell, the idea was a double edged sword.

"Well said Steward Ericsson", commended Geoffrey, Roman's "royal babysitter" as he so nicknamed the elder, appeared from somewhere and looked around as he pat Ericsson on the shoulder, "has there a disagreement with the young Steward? Speak now or-"

"There is"

Gasps, murmurs and mutters rang throughout the room.

Roman had raised his hand.

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His eyes were closing on him and he knew it. But try as he might to fight it off, the medication was proving quite strong.

Having gotten out of the shower earlier, Thomas opted to watch whatever was on, this happened to be the Teen Titans go to Tokyo, call him childish but he loved the original Titans.

Currently it was 11am and the "movie" was rolling credits, his eyes were also rolling back.
Stubbornly he fought to keep awake, leaving him little less than nodding off. The way he was positioned also didn't help, one elbow on the arm handle while that very hand was cradling his head, his body half slouching and almost completely relaxed into the seat.

With him like this, every time his eyes would close, his head would bob tiredly, each bob brought him closer and closer to falling asleep, despite how much he fought to stay awake.
His eyes were almost completely shut when his phone rang. Jolting up instantly, he fumbled around in his pockets for the device.

"Hello?", he mumbled groggily.

"\Hey Thomas!\"

He knew that voice anywhere, instantly his face brightened up.

"Oh hey Leo, what's up?!"

"\Nothing much, just checking in on you, how you holding up?\"

"Other than the fight I had with my spoon this morning, pretty good. What's up with you?"

"\I'm just chillin', but that spoon sounds tough-\"

"Ha, ha, very funny"

"\Was it a hard battle?\", joked the male on the phone.

"Yeah...I gave up and kinda just slurped it down-"

"\Thomas!\"

"What?! It's really hard to work spoons and stuff with you non-dominant hand ok?!"

"\That's fair, how long till the bandages come off again?\"

"Next week, it's about half healed but I still can't really bend it much yet", Thomas flexed his left hand, winced a bit at the slight pain the motion caused him.

"\Ouch, did you take your-\"

"Yeah, I did"

"\What time?\"

"Um, around nine-"

"\Ooh that means someone's sleepy right now\"

"Nah, I'm *yawn* fine"

"\Sure you are\", chuckled Leo.

"Yeah, yeah, but really 'm fine, jus' trying to keep a decent sleep schedule-", mumbled Thomas as he ran a hand down his face.

"\You? A Sleep schedule? Really? I don't think so~\"

"Hey! I have one...kinda"

Leo laughed.

"Besides, I gotta make myself some lunch-"

"\You mean Ramen?\"

"Yeah", the Manifestor smiled, his friend knew him so well.

"\Will you be ok with it?\"

"Wha-?"

"\You'd have to stir it, and you fought with a spoon already-\"

"I'll handle it"

"\Ok...\"

Thomas frowned, Leo was using that tone, he only did that went he felt sad, or guilty.

"Leo, I'm fine"

"\I know, it's just...I should have picked up the phone\"

"Leo I swear, I will go over there and punch you with friendship"

The other on the phone laughed.

"I'm doing fine Leo, ok? I promise if anything ever happens again I'll call you alright?"

"\I'll make sure that I answer this time\"

"That's it, you know what? You're coming over here so I can punch you with friendship, I'm not kidding"

At hearing Leo's chuckles, the manifestor couldn't help but chuckle aswell.

"\I'm a bit busy this week, but I'm free Friday afternoon till next Monday-\"

"Alright, then we can hang all weekend!"

"\Sure-\"

"Then it's settled, weekend sleepover!"

"\Weekend sleepovers it is then, see you Friday. 2:00pm work for you?"

"Yep!"

"\Alright, I'll see you Friday, take care of yourself Thomas\"

"I will, see you Friday Leo"

With that the conversation ended.

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"The Prince had raised his hand"

"The Prince? Why?"

The mutters continued until Geoffrey silenced them.
"M'lord, what say you against the Steward Ericsson?"

The Steward for the most part looked calm however Roman could easily see the anger in his eyes. The Steward may have been young to Geoffrey but was likely a good twenty years older than he was, it would do him no good to offend.

"I have nothing against Steward Ericsson, his idea is splendid", the murmurs picked up again, "if my host were to remember his dreams more vividly, it would surely aid on the creative process-"

"Yes, that was the point, your highness, were you not listening M'lord?", mocked Ericsson. He didn't move, his regal stance still remained and his face was impassive as if to pass off the illusion of respect, but his eyes, they held contempt.

The room burst into laughter, loud chuckles and quiet guffaws.

Really he would have let it slide, he would have-Ericsson smirked.

Roman narrowed his eyes.

"As I was saying", the room quieted down instantly, half of them expected him to be mad, but of course he wouldn't lose his temper for something so menial. Instead he stood tall, the epitome of regal and Royal. He looked directly at Ericsson, the elder male could do nothing. He was the Prince talking to a mere Steward, Roman had all the authority to punish the other for his disrespect, but he wasn't cruel...though a little ego bruising wouldn't hurt.

"Your idea would indeed aid in the creative process, however, there is one major flaw, if dreams are made vivid, then so are nightmares. These mal-dreams would just as easily hinder and could quite possibly damage the psyche"

Ericsson took a small step back, it was obvious that he didn't think of this.

"As a Prince and Personality, my job is to protect my host and my Kingdom, if I allow this idea to come to fruition then you would be in charge of it. Though if I let this risk be taken, just to offer you a bit of power", he paused on purpose to pick at his fingernails before smirking at Ericsson, "then what kind of Prince would I be?"

The room instantly became chaotic.

"The Prince is right!" Shouted someone.

"Those nightmares will harm Master Thomas!" Shouted someone else.

"New idea!" Shouted another.

"I have one!"

"I have one aswell!"

Roman sat back down smugly, Ericsson was still up front, now a stuttering mess, ah karma.

Geoffrey, once again managed to quiet down the room. "Has anyone a proper idea?"

The mutters and murmurs continued.

Though Roman felt smug, he knew very well that this would be a long meeting.

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After talking to Leo, taking his pills and eating his successfully made Ramen, Thomas sat down to watch some YouTube, because why not?

He had taken his pills at 12:00pm on the dot, just to make sure he wouldn't have to take it tonight. He was afraid he'd be too tired to wake if something were to happen at night. Visions of Anxiety's collapse on Friday refused to leave his mind.

Currently it was 1:37pm and he was in the midst of a Watch Mojo count down, "The Storyboard Disney Movies". The next vid was "Best Disney Easter Eggs" followed by "Most overrated Disney Characters" and "The Top 40 Disney Deaths", he was definitely going to watch those. At 2 o'clock he found himself nodding off again, but he tried his best to fight it, even going as far as to play back the parts of the video he missed.

It was 3:30 when he finished the first two videos, sighing, he got up to get some water, only to drop it when Prince suddenly appeared.

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"This meeting is adjourned for now and would be picked back up tomorrow..."
Roman bailed the second he heard those words leave Geoffrey's bearded lips.

He popped up to check on his host, only to accidentally surprise him and cause him to drop a glass of water. Quickly the Prince reached to grab it and did so with reflexes he was proud of.

"Woah, nice save Prince!"

"Thank you-"

Thomas gently took the glass and began walking back to the couch, he followed. The manifestor sat down and he stayed standing, leaning on the back of the couch.

"So what are you doing here? Is everything ok? Is Anx-"

Roman cut him off, honestly he didn't want to see Anxiety just yet, his dream still shook him a little.

"Anxiety is with Morality right now, Logic's at school and I just came from a meeting at my Kingdom"

"Really, cool, how was it?"

"Long and boring, but what about you what are you doing?" Roman peered over the host's shoulder, he saw "Disney" and instantly hopped over the back to sit next to Thomas.

The manifestor laughed.

They watched several videos before they got to the "Top 40 Disney Deaths" vid, unfortunately for his pride, this was the one that broke the Prince.

At 5:00pm Logic came in to see a red faced Thomas and the Royal on the stairs crying.

The host explained the situation to the teacher, but he was far too cheery for his liking and then he had the gall to laugh.

"Don't laugh at me Thomas, it's a very sad death, they just shot her mercilessly!"

Logic facepalmed and sank down.

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He left after the video, which was around dinner time.

Morality had made a wonderful roast and spent the dinner telling him, along with the kids of course, how their day went, how they were playing video games with Anxiety and how the dark personality drove them all off Rainbow road.

Prince laughed at the tales and happily ate his food, the Parent had explained already that Logic ate and went to bed early. Deciding to do the same, he thanked the father for the food and headed towards his room. Once there he paused, the red door was inviting him in with the promise of his bed, but the black door of his opposite garnered more attention.

With a small exhale, Roman strode over to the pitch door, after knocking twice and receiving no answer he opened it. Anxiety was flopped on his bed, lips parted and breathing slow. The little blue bird was perched gently on his bed head. It chirped at Prince.

"Oh hello Blue, how was he?"

"Blue" twittered and chirped out an explanation.

"Tired was he? Hmm, I wouldn't doubt it, especially considering he spent the day with five children and Morality-"

Blue chirped at him sharply.

"I'm joking friend, it's all in good fun"

The bird rolled it's eyes and Roman chuckled.

"Alright then, I leave him in your capable feathers, I'll be in my chambers if I'm needed"

With a chirp and a mini salute given, Princey bid Blue and the sleeping Anxiety a goodnight and headed to bed.

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It was around 3am when four similar screams reverberated throughout the mindscape.

Roman jolted up with a shout, quickly rushing out his door only to meet Logic, the teacher was also in pjs, looking just as dishevelled with his glasses halfway on. The two shared a look and sprinted towards Anxiety's room.

Neither were surprised to see Morality already there tending to the younger. Anxiety was shaking, but his rapid breaths were calming down some. The youngest personality had tears streaming down his red face, he didn't make a sound.

While Morality slowly brought Anxiety into a comforting embrace, he and Logic made their way on either side of the younger.

They stayed together until Anxiety's breathing calmed completely, they stayed when his eyes started drooping. All of them stayed together during that night, locked in that Sander sides hug and all four eventually drifted to sleep.

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AN:// aaaay, back again. Speaking of back, mine is still killing me, just slightly less than a week ago, so let's count small blessings! Anyway, this chapter was quite fun to write, Leo is bae, Thomas is precious and Roman is savage, like for real don't mess with the Prince XD.

Our new renovations to the angst train include this nice padded walls and floors that are located right before the fainters area.

Here are the sections of our train:
The front includes the conductor (me), my apprentice, my theorist and Mori.

Behind us we have our newbies (welcome!) Here you can sit until you find your preference in sections, remember you can move if you want to from any section.

Behind them are the emotionally numb peeps, these are the few that well, title says it all huh?

The newest addition is here, this is for Throwers, those who get angry enough to throw their phones, laptops and other electronics around in anger, as mention before the walls are padded to hopefully protect you and your electronic children.
The windows here are small so to avoid the Jumpers jumping through (peeps please stop jumping out of my train, y'all given me a heart attack).

For those Jumpers (you know who you are) trampolines are on the left.
Behind them we have the fainters, hopefully the noise from the Throwers and Jumpers will get you to rise once more.

And finally at the back we have our cryers, these lovelies provide their buckets of tears as donations, these are the peeps who power the train. (Thank you and here are more buckets)

My theorist has comfort foods and Mori will be handing y'all some blankets and my apprentice is passing out the silver buckets.

There is no comment of the week because most of them were kind words and prayers to my recovery, which I so greatly appreciated. (y'all made me tear up, thanks for the kind words and the yelling to go to bed lol)

So to make up for that I got a question for you, which section of the train are you on? Are you a: Newbie, Numb, Thrower, Jumper, Fainter or Cryer?

See y'all in the comments ;)