Whoops this is super long again oh well... It has a very important message so it has to be long.

Everyone always says anxiety is such a terrible thing to have to deal with. It's a mental disease or illness that can be fixed with the proper medication.

That... may be true. No one wants Anxiety around. Anxiety is something horrible that can ruin someone's life. If and only if it gets too extreme.

What people fail to see is that anxiety if it is small and innocent is actually a good thing. A good example of this is with a boy named Thomas Sanders and his multiple sides.

Because Thomas wouldn't be Thomas without his anxiety.

And all the sides of him were about to learn that lesson... in a very hard way...

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"Do you really think you should be asking him on a date?" Anxiety asked Thomas as he loomed over his phone.

"Just do it Thomas, of course he'll say yes, you two will have a great time." Prince tried to convince him.

"You don't know that he likes you back. Besides he's one of your close friends. If you call and he rejects you, it could ruin everything." Anxiety pointed out. "Do you really want to take that chance?"

"Mmmmmnope!" Thomas let out a breath dropping his phone on the coffee table. "I'm not ready for that, I'll just stay in tonight and get a pizza." He then walked away back to his bedroom.

"What the hell?" Prince glared at Anxiety. "Why'd you do that? He would have been so happy?"

"Not if he ruined things like I said he could. Besides he said he wasn't ready." Anxiety defended.

"Or it would have gone well, and he'd actually be happy!" Prince raised his voice standing from the couch. "Can't you just let that happen for once?!"

Anxiety looked over to prince blinking in surprise that he did actually seem genuinely angry. "I'm just doing my job..." He grumbled acting like he usually did.

"Well would you mind not? The only person ever ruining things in Thomas' life is you!" Prince crossed his arms.

Anxiety felt slightly hurt by that. Did prince seriously think that Anxiety was trying to ruin Thomas? Did he seriously think he didn't care about the person who literally created him? He stood from his seat to moving in front of him. "Listen Princey, you obviously don't understand anything about me, so just back off." He threatened sternly and then shrunk back into Thomas' mind.

He was trying to stay strong but he couldn't help but feel his shoulders drop as he fell back onto his bed. His face twisted to one of slight panic as he felt his body start to shake.

Do I really only ruin Thomas' life..?

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"I'm not seriously the only one who can be thinking this..." Anxiety stopped short in the hall toward the lounge as he heard the other sides talking. "Anxiety is preventing Thomas from being happy."

"Logically speaking, he does seem to be the only personality posing any significant obstacle to Thomas' joy." Logic agreed.

"I mean Thomas has put a lot of his dreams and aspirations off because of him..." Morality spoke next.

Anxiety turned around quickly not wanting to hear anymore. He got to his room closing the door violently behind him. He gasped slightly for air and buried his fingers into his hair as he felt himself fall back onto the wall.

So everyone agreed. Everyone consecutively agreed that he was ruining Thomas. Making him give up on his dreams keeping him from his happiness. That's all he did...
After all it's rare that all the aspects of Thomas ever agreed on anything... but they agreed on this... Everyone did...

And now, as doubts and bad memories confusingly swirled in his head, Anxiety agreed to...

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"Where's Anxiety?" Thomas asked his other sides as he was making a video.

"In his room." Morality replied casually.

"It seems he hasn't left for days. He's submerged himself inside and refuses to come out." Logic added.

"Awe I didn't know it was that bad." Morality frowned.

"Yeah seriously what's wrong with him?" Thomas asked.

"Don't ask me, I am the absolute last person to ask about someone's emotional drive to isolate themselves." Logic straightened his glasses.

"He's probably just in another slump listening to MCR in his dark room for a while." Prince said. "I'm sure he'll be back to cause trouble soon."

They all nodded.

"You're right we probably shouldn't worry..."

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A little while later and Anxiety made little to no appearance...

Thomas seemed fine, content, happy even.

Everyone was relieved...
For a while...

"Thomas what are you doing?" Prince asked. "You haven't called on me for a while. Shouldn't you make a video? Your fans are asking, and are starting to worry."

"Nah, why would I make a video? I don't feel like I need to. I'm already perfectly happy." Thomas pushed it aside nonchalantly. "In fact I think I may go on that well deserved date." He clapped prince on the shoulder and left.

Prince smiled. Yes he's going for it! He then felt his smile drop. But blowing off a video, blowing off his fans..?

This wasn't Thomas...

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A few weeks later and Thomas hadn't done anything except make an income, go on dates with his new boyfriend, and well... that's about it. He kept saying:

"Why do anything extra, if I'm already perfectly happy?"

This wasn't Thomas...

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One night Thomas came home in tears.

"What's the mater son?" Morality asked as he and Prince worried over their creator.

"H-he dumped me..." Thomas croaked.

"Awe Thomas I'm sorry..." Prince comforted him feeling his heart also hurt for the boy. "Don't be too down I'm sure you'll find someone better."

"No, no you don't understand it was my fault!" Thomas cried. "He broke up with me because he said I was moving things too fast, and that I wasn't the same friend he used to know..."

"It's going to be okay Thom-" Prince and morality were trying their hardest.

"No no... I'm just going to bed." He left then behind and locked himself in his room not bothering to reach out to anyone...

This wasn't Thomas...

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"Thomas seriously you can't keep doing this. Make a video or at least tweet your fans telling them you are unharmed. They are extremely worried about you. You are blowing everything off, being increasingly irresponsible, and for what? So you can do whatever you desire? Please Thomas why won't you listen to me?!" Logic shouted. "I'm your logical side I'm trying to keep you from falling into harms way, but I can't do that if you refuse to pay any attention to my advise. Please... why won't you listen...?" His second plea was less desperate and sounded... sadder.

"Why should I? I'm not afraid anymore." Thomas shrugged it off.

Logic flinched confused by the painful emotion that went through him. "If this is about the breakup-"

"Pft like I care about that anymore." Thomas snapped his head away. "It isn't my fault he was too scared to have a good relationship. I'm not afraid to get what I want anymore, and I'm perfectly happy getting what I want, and not caring who has to be brushed aside for it." He then walked past logic and left.

This definitely wasn't Thomas.

All of Thomas' sides were beginning to realize that being perfectly happy, isn't always a good thing...

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Prince was in the kitchen of Thomas' mind cleaning the dishes, since he had nothing better to really do. Thomas didn't call on them often, Morality and Logic were just as upset, and anxiety still hid.

Prince sighed as that name popped in his head.

Anxiety... I wish he'd come back. I never realized it before but now I understand. Thomas needs anxiety. And also...

I miss him...

"What are we going to do? How can we fix either him or Thomas if we can't get Anxiety to come out of his room?" Morality's voice sounded as he and logic were walking by.

"I can honestly say that for once, I don't know." Logic replied. "Let us hope Anxiety comes out of this soon because if he isn't active with Thomas soon he'll loose himself."

"What do you mean loose himself?" Dad asked his voice trailing in slight fear.

"If he nor Thomas feels like he has not done anything, then he won't be needed." Logic answered grimly. "He'll die."

Prince let the glass plate he was holding slip from his fingers and shatter on the ground. He could hardly hear the noise over the defending sound in his head. All he could hear was his heartbeat, a ringing in his ears, and that short sentence repeating.

"He'll die."

Prince had to lean over the empty sink, supporting himself with the counter, as he felt he could be sick.

Anxiety can't die! He began to have thoughts race through his mind as he held back tears.

He couldn't help but realize... This was his own fault...

He drove Anxiety away, he set him off into this slump he hasn't come out in weeks, he's the real reason Thomas isn't being Thomas.

He's the reason Anxiety... will die.

"No!" He shouted to himself. "No he won't... I won't let him."

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"Anxiety." Prince knocked of his fellow personifications door after he calmed himself. There was no response. "Anxiety please come out please. We need you- I need you- just..." he sighed. "At least open the door."

And yet again no response.

Knowing that this wouldn't get him anywhere he turned the handle, surprised to find it unlocked, and walked into the room.

The room was dark with the curtains drawn and no lights on whatsoever.

Prince closed the door behind him.

Anxiety was curled on top of his bed, his blankets a mess on top of it, he had his hood up and laid on his side and his his face in the pillow.

"Anxiety you can't keep doing this, please." Prince quickly walked over to the bed kneeling to the side of it, and trying to get any view of his face.

Anxiety shifted slightly hiding his face more, but not saying a word. He just wanted him to leave so he could fade away in peace.

"I'm sorry I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to drive you away I was just worried about Thomas. You don't ruin his life in fact he's loosing himself because you're gone." Prince apologized. "So please come back." Prince grabbed one of his hands in comfort. He felt a shot go through his heart when he felt how cold it had grown, remembering how warm it had been that one time morality tricked him into holding it for a video.

Great so even when I try not to I mess things up... not anymore, you can't ruin anything if you don't exist. Anxiety stayed curled up refusing to listen to reason. He wasn't going to listen. He couldn't. He'd lost hope. He was going to stay here till he was gone. So he closed his eyes and didn't move. That is until he felt a droplet of water on his hand. He flicked his eyes open and finally looked at prince.

"Please..." The usual joyous characters voice wavered as tears streamed down his face. He brought the back of Anxiety's hand up to his face as he cried desperately. "Please I can't just sit here and watch you die!"

Anxiety watched the scene with wide eyes. "Why are you crying?"

Prince's grip tightened around Anxiety's hand as he finally spoke to him. "Why?" Prince asked in disbelief his voice still shaking. "Because I'm afraid. I'm afraid to loose you. You have to come back."

Anxiety shifted now sitting up cross legged on his bed facing him. "I can't..."

This was obviously not the answer prince wanted, and he made that apparent by breaking down even more wrapping his arms around Anxiety and crying on his shoulder. "Please... I'm begging you."

"Don't..." Anxiety sucked in a breath the vision of his room blurring as tears formed in his eyelids despite his desperate attempt at keeping them at bay. "Don't cry Princey it's not like you. You have to stay happy like always, for Thomas."

"I can't, I can't help Thomas, not alone. I need you." Prince sniffled a few times.

"Yes you can, and you can do it without me." Anxiety tried to convince him feeling a few of the warm tears slip down his cheeks. He very loosely returned the embrace. "I know you can, because you can do anything Roman."

Prince felt another pierce through the heart at Anxiety using his real name. "No." He said sternly pulling away. He wiped away his tears dramatically and then looked at the ceiling trying to compose himself if not slightly. He still had tears lining his bottoms eye lids, but managed to hold them there. He then took both of the other's hands in his own and looked at him sternly. "No I won't except this. You are coming back because I, and everyone else, want and need you. That's the long and the short of it."

Anxiety felt his bottom lip quiver slightly and he bit it looking down to the side of his leg, hiding a small blush at their closeness. He never really was one for this touchy feely crap. "You're only saying that because you're worried about Thomas... you don't actually want me. No one does, I'm Anxiety."

"Maybe a little anxiety isn't always a bad thing." Prince pointed out. "And of course I care about you. I care about you just as much as the other sides, and just as much as Thomas."

"I don't believe you." Anxiety shook his head doubt washing over him again. It's not like he could help it. "How can I believe you? How can I believe that you don't secretly absolutely loath me?"

Prince let go of one of his hands grabbing his chin and pulling him closer to connect their lips in a almost longing kiss.

Anxiety widened his eyes for the seemingly slow 7 seconds of the kiss, and left them wide even as Prince pulled away.

"Is that proof enough?" Prince asked slowly opening his eyes to look at him. "After all you know me well enough to understand I'd never kiss someone I didn't care for deeply."

"Pft..." Anxiety gave a semi-chuckle, if you could call it that, after a bit of silence. "Gosh Princey all I wanted was for you to prove you care a little, not get all amorous on me." He attempted to tease.

Prince smiled happy to see him acting more normal again. "I can't help it. That's just how it is sometimes when you're falling for someone."

Anxiety blushed again, growling at the fact that he did, and also that Prince was able to find a way to brush past his remark.

"So does that mean you'll come see Thomas? He really does need you." Prince pointed out.

Anxiety sighed. "If that's what everyone thinks is best..."

"But first I'm going to make you some food and your going to get your strength up okay?" Prince stated.

"Fine just don't get used to bossing me around pretty boy." Anxiety crossed his arms.

"Only in my dreams." Prince pecked him on the lips one last time before getting up to make food for both of them.

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"Thomas we'll help if you make a video." Morality frowned desperately trying again.

"I don't feel the need." Thomas replied simply.

"Are you sure about that?" Anxiety asked as he and prince joined the scene.

"Anxiety?" Thomas seemed surprised, but not disappointed.

"If you don't make a video all your fans will be hurt, and then you'll be hurt, because you let the one thing you truly every had fun doing, and the people who love and support you keep you going everyday will be gone." Anxiety pointed out.

"You're right. I can't let that happen! That's my biggest fear." Thomas quickly got off the couch. "I need to go plan." He stopped short of leaving the room. "Thanks Anxiety."

"Oh I'm so glad you're back I was so worried!" Morality shouted hugging Anxiety tightly.

"Yes i am pleased that you are well." Logic agreed.

"Okay this... this is happening." Anxiety said staying stiff.

Prince frowned letting out a small growl.

"Awe come on princey no need to be jealous." Anxiety smirked.

Prince blushed as morality and even logic laughed.

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"Oh my god he's calling." Thomas freaked out as he and his sides were planning a video. "What do I do? What if he says he wants to get back together?"

"You say yes of course!" Prince exclaimed happily.

"Yeah but just remember not to make the same mistakes as last time..." anxiety grumbled. "If you do then it'll crash and burn and you can say bye bye relationship, not to mention that friendship I still think could be ruined."

"You're right and don't worry I'm not ready to try and take things that fast again, I don't even know why I did it before. Okay let's do this." Thomas took a deep breath. "Hello?"

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Thomas set up his camera on the usual place of the living room and turned it on.

"What's up everybody?" He let out a breath. "Now I know I haven't posted a video in a long time and I'm so sorry for that. I'm not sure if there's really any proper excuse so all I can do is try to show how sorry I am, I'll never let it happen again. I apologize if I let you all down, and thank you for sticking with me. Now I know you're all excited for another Sanders sides video and trust me one will be up soon, but I thought I needed to make this before that happens, but I can't do it alone." He snapped his fingers and all four of his sides showed up.

"What what's happening omg I thought we filmed the video already?" Morality looked around in confusion with the others.

"Guys." Thomas stated looking at the camera with a serious expression. He then gestured towards Anxiety. "This is my Anxiety. And sometimes I think you and others misunderstand him. Yes sure he makes me worry to much over trivial things, and he annoys the absolute hell out of me sometimes, but he does it to try and protect me. He gives me fears so I don't get hurt or end up hurting others by doing something stupid. So please don't reject him. Because to be honest...

I'm not me without him..."

Hey guys, aweeee talk about feels right? I honestly hate when Anxiety gets crap about being anxiety, and people are always like "oh who would really ever want Anxiety." Yes it's true that bad anxiety is a horrible thing and I do agree with fixing it. (Trust me I have it really badly myself) but I don't think that's the character Thomas was trying to make. He was talking about the silly little Anxiety literally everyone has. Like the doubts you get, or the butterflies in your stomach, bad memories emerging. Those are completely natural things if they happen to a reasonable extent. And if you never had even a little of that you'd be confident all the time and we know that isn't very good because you I guess... can feel entitled to things. Plus isn't it always more fun to win something after thinking you've lost horribly. If you know you're going to win all the time it's no fun. And like I said I know actual diagnosed anxiety would never ever be a good thing, but a little nerves is not bad. You can't be truly happy by being perfectly happy it doesn't work that way. Anyway I probably rambled on too much about philosophical things. Vote and comment, bye!
                 -Hannah😋