He was gone. All of him was gone.

-Virgil's Pov-

Roman is dead and I'm the new creative side. It's weird because although I have less anxiety, it isn't completely gone. I'm creativity with mild anxiety. And it's weird.

"Hey Anx?" Logan comes and checks on me daily. Ever since...

"Hey Logan. Do you wanna see how my new idea is coming along?"

Not much has changed since Roman passed. We miss him but somehow it hasn't affected Thomas that much.

-Roman's Pov-

I'm dead. I'm really dead. Is this what being dead feels like?

"Hey Roman, didn't expect you to be the first one here!" 

"I know you. Never thought I'd see you again." I growled at the Undertaker.

When a personality dies, he decides what to do with it. When we were little we played together but he left us.

"Awww, just cause you feel betrayed from when we were kids. Well newsflash, I was taken away by forces out of my control, Princey prince."

"Okay." I take a deep breath and manage to regain some composure.

"Sooooo, you have three options. Heaven, Hell or We can strike a deal and I can send you back. I was planning to send you back to when you were talking to Virgil if I could make you confess. But now I'm thinking I could send you to the current timeline as the anxiety. Of course, that would make anxiety the full creative side as right now he's half creativity and half anxiety. And while I quite like his room as purple and gold go together quite nicely. It is affecting thomas. He's more anxious about showing off his art and I am here to protect thomas like all of you. So what do you choose, Princey?"

"Wow. So I can become anxiety?"

"Yes."

"If you can stop me getting hanahaki, then I'll do it."

"Okay."

"Like understand me. I still want to experience love but not be able to get hanahaki. Okay?"

"Yeah, Yeah. Okay."

Then we shook on it and I was transported to Virgil's room.

I'm in Virgil's room so how am I not freaking out. Oh right. I'm now the embodiment of anxiety. Great. Meh, it's not too bad.

GET DRESSED, YOU FILTHY HOG.

Am I still in my pajamas? Oh wow. I am. Okay, I suppose I should get dressed.

YOU'RE NEW HERE BUT I THINK WE CAN GET YOU UP TO SHAPE.

Who are you?

I AM YOUR INNER DEMONS AND INSECURITIES. I AM ANXIETY.

I thought I was anxiety.

NOPE. YOU JUST KEEP IT UNDER CONTROL. WHILE I TRY TO KILL YOU AND TAKE OVER.

Okay?

I HAVE NO PHYSICAL FORM SO DON'T BE TOO WORRIED. IM LITERALLY JUST TRYING TO GET YOU TO COMMIT SUICIDE. THIS IS MY ONLY JOB. ANX USED TO FIGHT ME FOR HIS WAY BUT YOU'RE SURPRISINGLY COMPLACENT. YOU REMIND ME OF WHO ANXIETY USED TO BE IN THE BEGINNING.

Yeah, I remember. Good times.

UGH. YES. NOW JUST GET DRESSED YOU EMO POSER.

I felt a slight indignation rising in my chest. How dare he call me an emo poser that little. But I pushed it down.

It was time to meet the others.

DO WE HAVE TOO? WE CAN JUST STAY IN HERE ALL DAY!

Nah, we need to assert our influence. I came here to help Thomas. So I need to learn to control it.

UGH. FIIIIIIIIINE.

-Virgil's Pov-

Huh. The purple is seeping out of my walls. It's a shame. It was kinda pretty. Wait... does that mean?

I calmly made my way to where Patton and Logan were chilling on the couch. Then started shaking Patton, "Patton, I have no anxiety!"

"That would be because of me." Said a mysterious voice as someone appeared.

Wait a minute.

"I'm anxiety. Hey, so I'm here to help or whatever. I'll control the anxiety so that thomas doesn't feel anxious to show of his drawings. And I guess I'll try to protect him or whatever."

"Is that you, Ro?" I asked, curiously.

-Roman's Pov- 

Uh-oh. I can hear the curiosity in his voice. Curiosity killed the cat.

"Uh yeah. It's me, Ro. Or Roman or whatever. So yeah. I'll just go in my room now."

"Nuh-uh. We haven't seen you in ages! We will catch up. And I just had a thought-" Virgil started.

"That tends to happen."

"Oh sh-ut up. So, do you have that thing that's in your head who's goal is suicide."

"Eyup. He's here. I think we could become friends."

"He's seriously comitted to his job."

"Meh. If I can distract him. Or fight,huh?"

"Yeah,sure. Whatever you say."

"Yeah well. I think I'll pass. I just wanna go to my room."

"Had a panic or anxiety attack yet?"

"Nope. Anyways, bye."