Trigger warning

/Prince's p.o.v./

I stepped out of my room, quietly closing my door the next morning when I saw Anxiety down the hall. "Anx, wait!" I called jogging over to him with a smile. "Good morning? Did you sleep well?"

"Um... yeah." He trailed off looking to the side.

That didn't sound at all convincing... I found myself frowning slightly. I wish I knew what was going on, but at this rate he won't ever tell me anything. "Hey." I stopped grabbing his hand, causing him to freeze as well. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Princey, don't touch me." He snapped semi-violently before ripping his hand away and quickly continuing to walk down the hall.

I blinked a few times in shock. That was an odd reaction... I then smirked and ran back up to him wrapping my arms around his middle from behind.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!" He resisted sounding flustered.

"Nope." I replied popping the p. "I will touch you as much as I want. Cause you're my beeeeest friend~" I then picked him up off then ground and spun him around.

"Ah Prince stop, put me down!" He panicked slightly, but then couldn't help but laugh as I spun again.

I stopped, putting him down, but not letting him go. He just laughed?! And it was adorable..!

"Okay... let me go now." Anxiety said quietly pulling away from me. I swear I saw his cheeks tinted pink.

I chuckled a bit. "Come on I'll make breakfast."

-&-

/Anxiety's p.o.v./

"Hey there champ, how was breakfast with Princey?" A voice said as I walked into my room.

"Great you're back... and champ really are you turning into Patton?" I grumbled at the gloomy looking figure who was sitting on top of the dresser.

"I was watching you guys in the hall earlier." He had that smirk on his face again. Not surprising he never smiled for real. He then glared at me. "You seemed pretty happy..."

"Not really..." I backed away from him scared of what he may do next. He's been destroying my life for a while now and I really didn't want this thread of joy I'd found with Prince to be cut away.

"Yeah right, I saw your face." He snapped frowning. "In fact you seemed a lot more than happy. At least for you... don't tell me... you've started to like Prince."

I felt my face heat up at the accusation. "Th-that's ridiculous!" I defended.

"Liar." He growled. "Honestly you don't even need me around, you're going to cause your own emotional turmoil." He jumped down taking a step toward me. "He will never feel the same way for you."

"I know, but-" I was cut off.

"But nothing, you're setting yourself up for heartbreak." He snapped. "You're so delusional Anxiety. He doesn't care about you. He may say and act like he does but that is all it is, an act."

"You don't know that." I said desperately I took a step back feeling tears start to form. I know I shouldn't believe him... he's doing it on purpose, I know he is. He's trying to break me, but I can't help it. That's his power. As much as you know the things he say may not be true, you still believe them.

"I do know that. The only reason he says he cares, the only reason he calls you his friend, is because when he found out how badly you suffer with yourself, he pitied you. He felt bad, guilty even, he saw that you were hurting, saw he didn't do anything, thought maybe he even made it worse, and so to calm his own guilt he decided to help you. He wants to fix you." He continued.

"No... that isn't true..." I tried to convince myself. I used my hands to mat my hair down over my eyes. "It isn't..." I was trying desperately not to cry, but a few tears ended up falling. I hate him, I want him to stop. Stop making feel like this. What did I ever do to deserve it? Is it because I give Thomas a hard time every now and then? I'm just doing my job... I'm trying to help him. Help him? That's what I'm doing right? I felt myself start to tremble. Oh god I don't need to be being anxious right now too.

"It is true. You know it is. He doesn't understand you. None of them do, not even Thomas." He took a step toward me and took my wrists pulling them away from my face. "But I do... I understand." He had a smile on his face now, but not like one I'd ever seen. It was demonic, like he was completely insane. "No one else will ever understand us Anxiety, no one will ever love us. But I'm here I'm always here, even when you don't see me. I'm the closest thing you have to a real friend."

Us? Friend? No that's wrong he isn't a friend. A friend wouldn't hurt you. They wouldn't manipulate you... I felt myself let out a small sob as he used his power against me. "S-stop......." even I could hardly hear my voice. "Please......."

"Succumb to me Anxiety... Give up..." He walked backwards bringing me with him. He let go with one hand and got something out of my bedside drawer. He then placed it in the palm of my hand gently. "And all this pain will go away."

"No stop!" But he didn't stop, he only used his powers more. I began to sob now. My tears blurred my vision and it felt as though darkness closed around me.

When I came to again I was kneeling on my carpeted floor. I felt an almost unbearable pain in my wrists and looked to see deep horizontal cuts in my skin. "No.... wh-what did you do...to me?"

"Not me." He responded.

I then looked over to see in my left hand there was a small knife, dripping with fresh blood.

"You did it to yourself." With that final statement he disappeared back into the darkness.

I fell to my side on the ground. Why...? Was all I could think as I curled up and cried to myself quietly.

-&-

/Prince's p.o.v./

I laughed as Thomas said a funny joke in the kitchen. I enjoyed finding little bits of time just to spend with Thomas. It kept me close to him, and honestly it was nice to talk to someone who understood me completely.

Suddenly his laughter stopped. He made a strange face, like he was in pain, but confused by it.

"what's wrong?" I asked him with a worried tone.

"I don't know... "He replied honestly, putting a hand to his chest. "It feels like I'm getting kind of anxious, but it's strange. It's different, not like it usually is I mean. It feels more... Emotional? "

Anxiety..? I couldn't help but worry in the back of my mind. "I'll go check on him, if you don't mind me leaving." I suggested.

"No please, and tell me what's wrong if he tells you. I don't know what this is... But it's not normal, even for Anxiety."

"Alright." I replied before shrinking back into his mind. Anxious in a different way? And Thomas didn't seem to be that enthralled by it... There has to be something wrong. Anxiety would never make Thomas feel that way for nothing. Especially since we were just standing in the kitchen. Which would leave only one explanation... Anxiety was the one experiencing this, but why? My mind was racing as I walked down the hall to his door. I knocked quietly clearing my throat. "Greetings Anxiety, it's Roman. I'd like to talk if that's okay?"

Strangely I got no response, but I swear I heard a slight shuffle, even for how briefly it was.

"Anxiety?" I questioned again. "Is everything okay?"

"Go away..." Came a small voice. His tone was strange, not was it only quiet, But it sounded off... Not like I've ever heard it before.

"Are you sure? I can tell something is wrong. What's the matter? Are you sick or something? Please I'm worried."I tried to push.

"I just need to be alone, sorry Princey." His voice was flat like there's no emotion.

I grew to be even more worried, but I knew pushing it wouldn't help, or it would just make it worse, so I decided to just let it be. "Okay well I'll be here when you want to talk..." I stepped away from the door pondering quietly to myself. I then decided to tell Thomas. He wanted to know, and honestly has the right to, even if I didn't find out so much. I appeared to Thomas again. This time he was sitting on the couch in his living room.

"Oh hey Roman."Thomas smiled and greeting like he was back to normal. "That feeling when away almost immediately. Maybe it really was nothing to worry about."

"Are you sure? Something's wrong with anxiety..." I told Thomas in concern.

"Well I'm not sure what you're talking about... I feel fine now. Surely if something were to affect him for a prolonged amount of time it would affect me too right? I'm not sure, but now you've even got me worried." Thomas frowned.

"Yeah... Don't worry. I plan to find out and help him." I then disappeared back into his mind, waiting for Anxiety to be ready to talk.

Hey guys, New chapter yay! I know this is pretty angsty right now, but I mean it will be fluffy at times, I promise. Depression is just there to ruin it all! Anyway I hope you liked the new part. Vote and comment, bye!
~Hannah😋