Personalities need energy to function, what happens when they don't have enough?

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When Anxiety woke, the first thing he noticed was that the warm comfortable feeling was gone.

Well he wasn't awake per say, his eyes were closed and his mind was still muddled, heavy with fever and the need to simply sleep till the Oblivion.

All he knew was that the nice warmth he was holding onto was gone and he wanted it back, he didn't know what it was, it was just warm and soft and nice and he wanted it.

Or them.

What?

What 'them?'

Brown brows furrowed over closed eyes.

There was no them, that would mean that the warm thing was a person.

When last did he even allow personal contact?

Hands grabbing hands, blood, screaming, screetching- right, Thomas and the incident.

The brows knitted further together in confusion.

There was Logic- YELLING AT HIM- no, n-not there, he needed to move his train of thought elsewhere, Logic was right but he couldn't deal with that right now, not when he had to hunt for the warm.

Dad had ruffled his hair, no it wasn't him and wasn't he practically throwing up his stomach when that happened?

Oh wait no, that was afterwards, the person with him-

Two brown bleary eyes opened from beneath furrowed brows.

"Princey?" Anxiety gritted out, voice cracking and laced with exhaustion, placing a hand to his head, he winced visibly at the sudden migraine that throbbed between his eyes.

Prince was who he was looking for, Prince was that warmth, he didn't know why and he'd chalk it up to the fever, but he wanted Prince back.

"Prince isn't here"

Anxiety jumped at the voice.

Slowly the sick personality moved his eyes to the sound, there he saw a blurry figure, sitting on a wooden chair reading a book.

"He's helping Morality and Thomas right now", the figure came closer.

Anxiety squinted, his vision was blurry, even more so than yesterday, on the brightside though his head wasn't spinning and his stomach wasn't trying to heave itself out of his body.

"Log-ic?"

Both winced at the crack in the middle of the name, hoarse and rough, there was no doubt that Anxiety's throat was raw.

Of course it would be illogical to mention that as it was obvious.

"Last time I checked, that would be my name- sans the break in the middle of course, how are you feeling?"

The question wasn't asked with concern, it was more tinged with obligation than anything else.

Anxiety could sense this, and in here and now, he had absolutely no way of defending himself if Logic should snap at him, hell, he could hardly move his head, much less his body.

He didn't answer the other, instead he groaned, squeezed his eyes closed and curled in a bit, apprehension rising.

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Logic rolled his eyes at the non-answer, of course the younger personality wasn't feeling well, he sighed, he was never good when it came to being sick, fevers made it hard for the brain to function and it was hard for him to tell what was going on, he sighed once more, this time it was with more aggression towards himself than the last one.

He sighed twice, twice, he was angry, he was going to yell again, Anxiety's heart rate was picking up, he needed to calm down, his pulse was racing, Logic wouldn't do it again would he?

He could take a beating, he could take that kind of scarring, those could be covered, but words? Those hurt the most, they ring in your ears at anytime of the day especially when you least expect it.

He always read, 'the Pen is mightier than the Sword' and more than anyone he knew how words affected people, after all it was his job to remember all those time someone said something mean to Thomas.

"You're not funny", cried a little brown girl with sand in her braid, it's not funny when your jokes hurt people!"

He had repeated this memory over and over till the six year old lived by it, now a days if his pranks ever hurt or could affect someone negatively, Thomas instantly felt bad. The pizza man was a good example.

Logic was getting concerned, Anxiety had curled in on himself a bit with his eyes squeezed shut, his breathing became rapid, he was worried that the younger personality was in pain but before he could do anything to help the other, he just calmed.

His breathing became so slow and shallow that the intellectual personality wondered if Anxiety was even breathing, eyes that were squeezed shut not a moment ago, slowly fluttered open in a milky blank glaze.

Logic swallowed thickly, Anxiety was starring right at him but he could tell that the darker personality couldn't see him. His eyes were locked on to his own bespectacled ones but his gaze was far off and unblinking, did he just go into shock?

"Anxiety?"

The boy on the bed jolted, blinking back into reality.

He was daydreaming, really it was more like a nightmare, to escape the present situation, he'd always move to the past, for every mistake he made he'd go back to one that happened years ago, one that was still bad but less than the one occurring at present times, it's exactly why Thomas could never forget something "bad" he had done.

If he couldn't escape it by thinking back, he'd relive the mistake over and over and-

"You're gonna yell at me again aren't you?"

The sentence slipped out of his mouth without his consent, Logic was already out of his chair.

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Logic had no idea what to do, Anxiety had snapped back from whatever it is that happened only to stare straight at him. He had asked the question with so much fear? and over all morbity that it caused goosebumps to break out on his skin, he had never heard Anxiety sound so scared? Was he scared? It was hard to tell, he didn't move from his curled position but he said it in monotone, face vacant except for his eyes, they seemed to expect the answer to be 'yes'.

Yell? When had he yelled at- oh no, the "incident".

He remembered being so mad at the other but he didn't remember what he said, he felt bad now, yesterday he had heard Thomas mumbling in his sleep about how they almost died, he had been so caught up in the fact that Anxiety had caused Thomas' panic, that he neglected Anxiety's own.

Thinking back, Anxiety looked terrified that day, every word he had said caused the other to shrink back against the kitchen sink, the worst part was that Anxiety didn't even defend himself, he simply took the words and went into his room.

How stupid was he? No one liked being yelled at, especially people with anxiety, especially Anxiety.

Logic stood up, Anxiety's forehead was covered in thin sheen of sweat, the younger personality still had quite a fever, he moved closer to the other, only to freeze in place

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Anxiety's heart rate spiked, his throat closed and he couldn't breathe, Logic was coming closer, was he going to yell at him? Or was he actually mad enough to hit him? Either way he didn't find out, his body, whether out of self-preservation or lack of Oxygen... shut down.

The Teacher coming towards him was the last thing he saw before everything faded into black.

Logic jumped back startled as Anxiety's body seized and his eyes rolled back.

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When Anxiety woke, the first thing he noticed was that he was warm and comfortable.

Opening bleary eyes, he realized that he was currently laying on Prince's chest, the other personality was asleep.

Anxiety slowly sat up, he tried to discern if he was dreaming or if what happened before had been a dream.

His mind was still very much muddled by the fever and his exhaustion was also present, really all he wanted to do was sleep untill the next century, but his head wasn't pounding anymore so he'd take that as a win.

"Oh *yawn* you're up"

"I would say the same to you Princey, but then I'd be lying"

"Geez, some good *yawn* morning", mumbled Prince as he sat up rubbing his eyes.

"Morning? It's like 6pm"

"Something *yawn* like that"

"No, it is 6 in the evening"

"And how *yawn*- excuse me- would you know?"

"It's my room", shrugged Anxiety, "I can tell the time by the shadows in here"

"Really?" Prince's eyes widened, sleepiness temporarily forgotten.

"No, there's a clock on the far corner of the wall"

Sleepiness returned.

Prince rolled his eyes before rubbing the sleepily.

"Diabolical"

Anxiety chuckled.

Prince yawned again.

"Why are you so tired?"

"I was with Thomas and Morality all day, we were..."

Anxiety tuned him out, with wide eyes he realized, Logic was actually there.

"So it wasn't a dream", he mumbled dazedly.

"....got him to write some ideas for future videos- what? What dream?"

"...Logic..."

"Oh right, with both me and Morality outside, we needed someone to watch over you"

"...hnn..."

Prince frowned, Anxiety had this blank look on his face, like he wasn't there.
Carefully he reached up and put a hand to the fevered boy's forehead.

Anxiety of course jumped a bit.

"You know you scared Logic that way right?"

"What?"

When did he ever scare Logic?

"He said you went into shock?"

Anxiety blinked, shock? Was that what it was? He knew he blacked out, he was sure of that, but shock? Really?

"Really?"

Prince nodded.

"He said your eyes rolled back and everything"

Anxiety blinked, surprised, well that's something.

"Huh"

Prince rolled his eyes before yawning, of course Anxiety would be nonchalant about something like that.

There was a silence for a bit, except for the soft splashing of water that was caused by Prince wringing out the cold cloth.

He handed the cloth to Anxiety with another yawn.

"Hey Princey, I know you're tired but can you stop yawning, this about th-the *yawn* fifth time, and you're getting con*yawn*tagious", grumbled the darker personality.

Prince chuckled tiredly.

"Sorry, 'tws a busy day with Thomas"

Anxiety watched him carefully for a moment, his princely features were long and drawn with fatigue.
Hell the poor guy looked like he was going to nod off right where he sat.

"You didn't take any of his energy in return, did you?"

Prince simply flopped down on his back and gave the other a look.

"..."

Anxiety's eyes widened for a fraction of a second, but of course this was Prince he was talking to, sick or not, he'd be snarky.

"You didn't, Princey, you do know-"

"Yes, yes I know, "he waved a hand of dismissal, "*yawn* I know what happens to personalities that give and don't take-"

Anxiety rolled his eyes, conceding to the fact that the other was much too tired to play their usual game of witty/snarky quips. Come to think of it, he was tired too.

"Jus' don't burn yourself out, we can't *yawn* have both of us sick"

With that he flopped down beside the other.

"Come're", mumbled Prince as he reached out to pull Anxiety toward him.

"What?"

"I've gotten used to it, you're like a teddy bear"

"Am not"

If Anxiety blushed, neither said anything about it.

"Hmm, but it's easier, I don't want to get kicked in the shins again?"

"What are you talking about Princey?"

"Your nightmares, Tuesday wasn't pretty"

Anxiety swallowed thickly.

"Oh"

"Oh indeed, now come here"

"Fine", with a sigh, Anxiety moved to lay his head on Prince's chest, almost instantly the other's hand came up to play in his hair.

By all means considering his record with contact, he should have jumped, but for some reason he didn't, oh well, it felt nice atleast, with a small content sigh, he let his eyes close.

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Only to open them back a second later.

"Why do I have a feeling that you're just doing this to play in my hair?"

Prince chuckled, vibrations from his chest resounding through Anxiety's.

"Because your hair is softer than mine, now go to sleep"

"Whatever you say Princey"

An hour later Logic and a half awake Morality came to check in on them.

Both Prince and Anxiety were asleep, Anxiety on Prince's chest, while his arm was draped loosely over the darker personality's waist.

Of course Dad took a picture.

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When Prince woke the next day, he felt calm and refreshed, looking down he could see Anxiety sound asleep on his chest.

Carefully, so as not to wake the other, he gently placed a hand on his forehead, Prince frowned, the fever felt much higher than it did before.

Something was wrong, it was going down yesterday.

"Anxiety, hey wake up, something's-"

Anxiety didn't budge.

Now he was getting really worried, easing himself from under Anxiety and off the bed itself, Prince once again tried to wake the younger personality.

Anxiety did not stir.

After the fifth try, his worry became palpable, blinking back an odd stinging sensation from his eyes, he went to get the other's, they'd know what to do.

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"Prince, Prince, slow down, what do you mean he won't wake up?"

"Remember son, the kiddo's got a fever, waking up'sa slow process"

Prince was literally dragging the other two by their arms.

"I know, but he wouldn't even stir!"

"Prince calm down, he'll be fine!"

"You don't know that!"

"Now Princey calm down there son, why are you so riled up?" Morality had managed to get prince to slow his movements.

"I think it may be my fault"

"Why would you think that Prince?" Logic's concern faced caused Prince to look down in shame.

"I-I think I may have stolen some of his energy"

"What?!" Shouted both the Parent and the Teacher.

"I was tired, I spent all day yesterday with Thomas, making sure he was happy and motivated-"

"You didn't take any of his energy like you should have, now did you?"

Prince shook his head at Logic.

"Prince I know you wanted to help Thomas, but draining yourself won't help anyone"

"I know Morality, but he seemed so happy yesterday and-"

He was cut off by Logic, "How did you even take Anxiety's energy, not that he had much in the first place but you two are polar opposites aren't you?

Prince paused for a moment, "I was tired and I was staying with Anxiety yesterday, I don't know, I must have done it my sleep? All I know is that he won't wake up"

Morality sighed, it was a worried sigh but no one could blame him, "Let's go see how he is"

When they reached Anxiety's room and peered inside...

Anxiety was nowhere to be found.

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AN:// ok so you guys are great, I got such positive feedback for this fic and it made my sick day(s) much better so thank you guys so much •^_^•

A clap and a half to TheReference for kinda guessing what the "incident" was, (and another clap and a half if you know where I got that from lol) it's not completely correct though and I won't tell you which part of your guess was wrong, you'll just have to wait and see what happens or you can keep guessing and I'll tell you how close you are ;)

Another thing, I just incorporated my idea of "types of humans" Because I wanted give the personalities a reason they can be manifested, so here I came up with the four types. Basically manifestors are people like Thomas who show the different personalities, the Veiwers are us, the people who see the personalities (his videos) and the "Normals" are the haters XD no one likes the normals lmao, the Partials are just there cause I needed an intermidiate.
The types and everything else will be explained in due time, because if I continue this right now I may accidentally give spoilers and this is gonna end up an even longer Author's note XD.