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prepare for the feels.  Thou hath been warned....eth.
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Logan POV

I act like emotions are my antithesis but in reality that is simply because they deny rational processing.  I can't make sense of them, but despite that I'm subject to them regardless.  My feelings confuse me all the time and now is no exception.  I know in situations such as this I am supposed to insist on checking in with Prince and make sure that he is all right, but I also have an obligation to make sure that Anxiety is ok.  I chased after him when he ran off but hearing sobbing behind me forced my feet to halt.  I followed the sound and it lead me back to Prince's room.  The sobbing slowed and it sounded like he fell asleep.  I wanted to check on him but simultaneously wanted to check on Anxiety.

I knew I was just wasting time standing here indecisively but my mind was split.  I couldn't quite decide.  Eventually my own logic won out and I decided to check on Prince first simply because of proximity.  I knocked on the door and got no response, I tried the door and was surprised to find it unlocked.

I pushed open the door and found Prince lying on the carpet, unconscious.  The walls were flaking and the gold was falling off.  The carpet was dirty and unkempt.  I was confused, before a thought flying into my head.  My eyes widened slightly and I got worried, begging for my thought to be wrong.

There were two things that I could check to counter my idea, I still refused to fully believe it.

I closed the door before reopening it and picking Prince up, carrying him to the bed. 

"Ugh, Prince....Why do you weigh so much?"  I questioned aloud.  I finally deposited him onto the bed and pulled the covers over him.  I smiled softly as he curled into the duvet.  He whimpered in his sleep and the smile slid off my face. 

I backed away and closed the door softly.  I turned and walked quickly to Anxiety's door, resting my hand on the dark brown wood.  I took a deep breath, hoping to calm my nerves, without luck.  I raised my hand and knocked twice on the door, sharply.  I waited but got no response so I knocked again. 

"Anxiety?  It's Logan, can you open the door?"  I asked.  Trying to keep my voice low, in case he was asleep.  I received no response and rested my hand on the doorknob.  I took another deep breath and twisted the knob.  I pushed the door open and looked in, the room was dark as was to be expected but something felt off.  I couldn't think what that was and I shook my head to dislodge the dark thoughts. 

"Whatcha doin'?"  A voice whispered at my shoulder.  I jumped and instinctively replied, "What are you doing." 

Morality was standing next to me rolling his eyes at me. 

"What are you doing?"  I asked Morality.

"I get it!  You only have to correct me once."  Patten replied.  I groaned.

"No, I am asking you; what are you doing here?"  I asked.

"Oh!  Well I'm bored and I finished all the cookies and Thomas is asleep and I couldn't find anything interesting on TV so I came to find you!"  He said.

I groaned again, annoyed by his lack of grammar, pauses, or punctuation.  "I'm simply checking on Anxiety." 

Morality sighed, "That's not fun!  Can you come make popcorn when you're done?  I tried to get it to turn on but I think I burnt a cookie."

"How did you-  never mind.  I'll come make popcorn in approximately five minutes, will that be satisfactory?"  I asked.

Patten simply nodded and skipped off, humming some random song.  I sighed and turned back to the door, slipping inside.  I checked the bed and the chairs for Anxiety, looking in all the nooks I could find.  I walked to the bathroom and slowly opened it, only to be met with the most horrific sight I could imagine.

Logan's screams could be heard from the other side of the mindscape.  Waking Roman and causing Morality to drop his second burnt cookie.

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Sorry, not sorry!  CLIFFHANGER!!!
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