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ok ok ok.  Sorry but this is probably the last filler chapter before the big thing comes which may or may not be split into two chapters.

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Roman POV

Darkness but light.  Heavy yet floating.  It's like being stuck yet able to roam freely.  I can't see.  Nothing makes sense.  Sounds in my ears range from loud to quiet.  Too many to distinguish yet easy to focus on a single voice.  The quietest have the most to say. 

Pain.  Stabbing me in my heart and my head.  I can feel my heartbeat and it's too slow.  It falters.  The voices are still there but I don't notice them.  My head pounds and my hands grab at sheets and slowly release against my will.  My tongue is dry, so dry.  I feel as though I'm floating yet I feel heavier than ever before.  It is as though my whole body is filled with lead.

I feel another stab in my heart and I try to cry out for help.  My throat and mouth feel like they're being forced shut and all I can let out is a strangled whimper.  All falls silent and even the pain seems to let up.  I feel myself settle. A little down and the weight let's up slightly.  I strain my ears and try to hear something, anything. 

A scream.  Rather a shriek.  One filled with terror.  It breaks slightly but the sheer force behind it prevails.

I jolted awake and gasped.  I was sitting in my bed and my room was...repairing?  The flaked parts seemed to fly backward to the place they were before. Tiny particles flying together to repair my walls.  The carpet had swirls repainted as though a river was cutting through it, slicing through the darkness.  My room itself seemed to grow, walls forming around my bed and cutting me off from the doors. A grand and ornate door formed in the new wall and it finally hit me. My creativity.  Myself.

I'm back.

The thought literally pushed me to the point of feeling way too many emotions.  I felt happy that I was back.  Angry for yelling.  Sad for failing to comfort.  Worried for the others.  And one emotion rose above all else.  Hunger.  Oh yeah, I hadn't eaten in several days.  I jumped out of bed and slipped out the large and ornate door.  I glanced at myself in the mirror and quickly fixed my hair, ignoring my wrinkled sash.  I ran down the large staircase and burst out the huge door.  I summoned my horse and leaped onto it, galloping down the hallways as quickly as possible.  I was at the intersection between the kitchen and the hallway to Anxiety's room when I ran into Morality.  Literally.

He fell over with a small squeak but almost instantly jumped back up. 

"Sorry Morality."  I said quickly.

He shrugged, "It's okay kiddo, im just on my way to check on Logan." 

I nodded, "As am I.  Care for a ride?"

Morality smiled and jumped on my horse.  I quickly sped off towards Anxiety's room and in only a few moments, we arrived at the door.  I realized it was open and then, almost as an afterthought, realized that the horse wouldn't fit.  I jumped off and helped Morality off before sending the horse back to the imagination kingdom.  I turned and took a deep breath, steadying myself for whatever lays beyond this door.  The door itself was slightly ajar, the deep mahogany and brass knob seeming both threatening and welcoming.  I pushed open the door and gasped.  The rich swirls of blue and purple astounded me.  The ceiling seemed to resemble a night sky, the contrasting Milky Way and moon were so beautiful.  The ground was a grassy surface, and in place of a bed was a hammock, hanging over a steep drop.  I heard Morality gasp next to me and I nodded.  I have a minor, ok major, fear of the dark and all the nooks and crannies that something could be hiding did nothing to soothe me.  I turned and spotted a door, seemingly with nothing attached to it.  I hurried to it and rested my hand on the knob.

I was about to open the door when I heard a whimper from Patten and turn around.  He's almost hyperventilating. I was confused, Thomas doesn't have a major fear of the dark so Morality shouldn't have it, I already covered the fear. As parts of his personality we each cover any minor or major fear that he has. I walked back to him, a shiver running down my spine as I became acutely aware of all the dark hiding places I was turning my back on.  My mind was spinning a million miles a minute and coming up with too many thoughts too focus on but they all suggested what kind of things could be hiding.  What things could reach me.  Attack me.

Morality POV

We reached Anxiety's room and my thoughts were on Logan and Anxiety.  I hope they're okay! Roman pushed open the door and took a few steps in.  He seemed hesitant but I wasn't sure why.  I looked in and froze.  It.....it was a graveyard.  And I saw...... Logan's grave.  And Anxiety's and Roman's and Thomas's.  And one that had nobody in it.  It was a funeral. 

Nobody was there.  The graves were open and each of the coffins was unique. The sky was gray, threatening rain but not quite there.  It was a small cemetery but nobody was here.  The chairs were set up for a funeral but nobody was in them. 

I let out a small whimper but was firmly rooted to the spot.  I could see each of the coffins well.  Anxiety's was black and grey with a small glass section so that I could see his face.  Roman's was a classic glass coffin like the one from Snow White except there were no flowers.  Thomas's was blue and red with a yellow heart and a small glass section.  Logan'a was blue and grey with Mandela patterns.  And the empty one had.....a picture of me.

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ok, im sorry for one more filler chapter but I started this and realized that with all the descriptions it's a chapter on its own.  I'd like to see what you think of Anxiety's room in the comments and I'll be responding!  Thanks, bye!

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