AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys! Notice anything different? Thats right! I created my own cover. I am horrible at drawing, but I thought I'd try my hand at pixel art. Let me know if you guys like it. Its simple, but still eye catching. I wanted something that stood out from the other covers people use. Anyways, I was having SOOOO much trouble writing this second part, Because I was too hyped for the next Sander's Side vid to come out today. But he still hasn't posted it. :( Yeah I know its late. I'm sorry. But I still hope you enjoy this next part. *evil smile* yeeet!! (small amount of angst. small. Considering what will be coming in future chapters.)

10:59 am

Roman was finished with his last outfit. Well...almost finished.

"Ugh. Where is that vile, accident-causing piece of cloth?" Roman heard Anxiety snort behind him. "What are you laughing at goth boy?"

"Pff. That's a new one." Anxiety had already finished his last outfit and was writing his label on the piece of tape. "Are you looking for that shirt I accidently flung on top of the dresser?"

Roman turned back to the area he was searching in. "Perhaps. Do you know where it went?" He was answered by a soft, but firm object hitting him soundly in the back of the head. "Oof!" His head jerked forward in response to the impact. Roman looked behind to see a rolled up version of the shirt he was trying to retrieve when the dresser fell down. He unraveled it and put it on the outfit hanger. "Why thank you Anxiety." Roman gave the darker trait a smug look, which Anxiety didn't see because he was too busy fiddling with his last outfit to care.

"Mhm." Was the only reply Anxiety gave.

Roman made a sour face and waited for Anxiety to be done with the Sharpe.

11:00 am

Logan checked the stopwatch. "They have two minutes left."

Thomas nodded his head up and down halfly listening to what Logan just said.

Patton was too busy eating a bowl of mashed potatoes to care much, but he just nodded his head up and down excitedly in agreement with his mouth full. That is, until the door to Thomas's room opened about a second later.

All heads turned as the two aspects walked out and stood at the top of the stairs.

Thomas chuckled at the sight of his two sides. Both looked like they had traveled to hell and back. Their hair was messed up. Prince's sash, crooked; Anxiety's jacket, wrinkled. Nonetheless, they looked as if they were done with life all together.

"Finished early?" Logan couldn't help but crack a small smile at their current state either.

Anxiety and Roman didn't look each other in the eyes as they nodded. Confidence resounded in their eyes like they knew who was going to win already.

Logan made his way around the banister and walked upstairs to meet them. "Please wait there Thomas. I will be back shortly."

Thomas stayed where he was, gave him a thumbs up, and continued spacing off into the middle distance.

Once Logan made it up the stairs, he walked into the room with Anxiety and Roman following close behind. The first thing he noticed, is how tidy the room looked. There was absolutely no evidence that a dresser had fallen. His eyes then focused on the coat rack and the six outfits hanging there. For the most part, he was pleasantly surprised.

Four of the outfits hanging were combinations of clothes that Thomas had worn before. His Steven Universe shirt with a pair of jeans, the gray shirt with red and white circles with another pair of jeans, a dark blue jacket with white shirt and a third pair of jeans, and last a shirt he hadn't worn in awhile with a pair of khakis. Just looking at these four outfits, he couldn't tell who had arranged them. The other two, however, were a different story.

One outfit had black pants, a black shirt, a black leather jacket, with a black beanie. The other had white jeans with holes in them put together with a white shirt. Logan rolled his eyes, strolled over to the coat rack, and began to shuffle them. Once he was finished, he did a last minute tape check to make sure no names were showing. After that, he turned to the other two traits.

"For the most part, I am pleased. Great work you two." He dipped his head in satisfaction.

Roman and Anxiety's eyes slightly widened at the compliment. It wasn't often Logan gave anyone good feedback.

"Thomas! You may come up now." Logan yelled from his bedroom.

"Alright!" Came the answer from downstairs. Shuffling, then thumps as two pairs of footsteps could be heard bounding up the stairs in excitement. Thomas skidded into the room, closely followed by Patton who was still eating mashed potatoes.

It took a second for thomas to process the six outfits that hung a few feet in front of him, but once he did his breath had left him. He didn't know what to choose. They were all good choices.

His heart rate quickened. His breathing sporadic. He was feeling anxious.

Logan noticed this and turned to Anxiety, who in turn was feeling the same way as Thomas was.

He didn't want to lose. He couldn't let up his facade. He was so nervous. Anxiety was staring at the ground and fearing the worst.

"Anxiety." Came Logan's calm voice. The darker trait's head shot up and looked Logan straight in the eyes. Though Anxiety was doing a good job of hiding his -well- Anxiety, he was still noticeably shaking.

"You alright kiddo?" Patton.

"Anxiety! Stop making Thomas anxious. You're already prolonging the results of our competition." Roman.

The voices came one after the other. While Morality and Roman went to help Thomas who was having a mild panic attack, Logan walked to Anxiety.

"Anxiety look at me."

Anxiety looked up at Logan with fear and fearlessness commingling in his eyes. "Yeah? What do you want?" He snapped at him.

Logan blinked obviously unphased. "Stand up straight."

Anxiety was slightly taken aback, but did as he was told. They were now seeing each other at the same level. The fear left Anxiety's eyes, and so did his nervousness. He found he wasn't shaking anymore. And neither was Thomas.

"Perspective is everything Anxiety. Perhaps if you stood up straight more often and looked more out and around than down at the ground, you would see that."

Thomas stood up in the background. Roman and Patton were using the deep breaths technique to get him to calm down.

Anxiety avoided Logan's eyes for a minute and went back to his laid back position against the wall. "That's not my job."

Logan frowned. "Is that all you define yourself as? Your job?"

"Well yeah. All I am is Thomas's Anxiety. It's MY job."

"But, that is where you are incorrect. Logic is my job, but I also represent efficiency, focus, and perserverance. As we talked about back in Chapter 4, we believe you encompass much more than just Thomas's Anxiety."

"Then why do you all treat me like I don't!?" The words just kind of came out. A small amount of hurt that Anxiety had been holding in for quite some time, now of all times decided to surface. He didn't cry. He wasn't sad. He was just angry. And the fact that no one else besides the side standing in front of him heard the conversation just made matters worse.

Before Logan had a chance to reply or even react, Morality tapped him on the shoulder. "I think we should all leave the room. Maybe it will take the pressure off of Thomas, so it will be easier for him to choose between the outfits."

Logan looked back at Patton and nodded. He stole one more glance towards Anxiety who was already walking out with Roman, before following Morality out of the room.

11:03 am

Thomas was still in his room choosing an outfit while everyone nervously waited in the living room. Roman was describing to everyone the outfits he picked and how he might win. Morality was still eating mashed potatoes and Anxiety was in that state of mind where you just don't care about anything. He had a shown a bit too much of his real feelings, that he needed to force them back down so they didn't resurface. One of the ways he did this was being complacent to everything and everyone around him. He knew he did care, but he didn't want anyone thinking he did. At least, not yet. He still didn't feel comfortable enough with his fellow sides or Thomas to reveal his name, or who he truly was.

His thoughts shifted to Logan who was leaning on the banister looking off into the middle distance. He was making a face of complete concentration. Anxiety suspected he was contemplating their earlier conversation and its meaning.

He shrugged the thought off and continued to scroll through tumblr. Then, something caught his eye. Logan's notepad. The pad of paper sat next to the banister on Anxiety's side. Logan's gaze was aimed away from it making it fairly easy to snatch if he was quiet enough.

In that notepad, was Logan's theorizings on Anxiety. He remembered Logic had referred to it when they were explaining the science of the Mind Palace to Thomas. No one had bothered to look through it before, but now Anxiety's curiosity was sparked. If Logan really believed Anxiety was more than just Anxiety, he would say so in there. After all, Logan was a very good note taker. He wrote down everything he thought about.

Anxiety's gaze switched between the notepad and Logan. He was about to reach for it when the door to Thomas's room reopened. Logan turned his body away from Anxiety to look up the stairs. The notepad was now in his blind spot. It was at this moment, Anxiety swiftly took it and shoved it carefully into his hoodie so that it was out of sight. Whether anyone saw him, he never knew.

Thomas walked out of his room wearing the winning outfit. "Hey guys!" He reached into his shirt to pull out the piece of tape.

ANXIETY

"Outfit Thomas Might wear"

It was the outfit with the dark blue jacket, white shirt, and jeans.

"I picked this one because it looked nice and it might be cold in the restaurant. Congrats Anxiety!"

Lets just say...Roman's face...was priceless. His jaw dropped open as the reality of the situation hit him. For a whole month, he would now have to wear what Anxiety picked out for him.

Logan turned Anxiety's way with a smile on his face. "Well done."

"Yeah good job kiddo!" Morality cheered. "Aw. Its alright Roman. You'll do better next time. I'm sure of it!" Morality comforted the fanciful trait.

"But...but..." Roman stammered.

"Sorry Roman. But this is what happens when you bet. You win some. You lose some." Anxiety smugly remarked with a grin before he leaned back against the wall. Winning against Roman had improved his mood somewhat.

The fanciful aspect was at a loss for words. He mainly looked around, dazed and in disbelief. Mostly because he almost didn't feel he had a right to speak, especially after Anxiety 'saved' him.

"Thank you so much, everyone! Both Anxiety and Roman did very well. I actually almost picked one of Roman's outfits. It was so close!"

At those words, Roman felt slightly better.

"I think the only reason why I didn't pick it was because we were going to a fancy restraunt and the jacket looked nicer than that grey t-shirt with the red and white circles. Plus, the shirt seemed to have been rolled up. Any ideas why?"

Roman glared at Anxiety.

"What? I'm not the one who lost track of it." Anxiety defended himself.

"Does this have to do with the whole dresser incident?" Thomas asked.

"Ugh. Yes unfortunately." Roman groaned and put his hands on his hips.

"Why don't you tell 'em Princey?" Anxiety smiled wanting to hear Roman recite the whole thing in front of the others.

Roman continued to glare at Anxiety. "No."

"Alright how about this. We make a compromise. You tell them the story, we won't start the bet until tomorrow morning. You can still wear your 'Prince' costume to the restaurant tonight." Anxiety was feeling a little generous, especially since the bond between him and Roman had slightly strengthed during the Outfit War.

"ARGH! Fine! Fine! You have a deal." Roman looked at the ground and wiped his mouth with his hurt pride.

Everyone got comfortable as Princey began to relay the whole story of what happened in Thomas's Room.

AUTHOR'S NOTE Part 2: SO...I'm not too happy with this chapter. I slightly feel it was rushed. But I keep rereading it and I like better and better each time I read it. Let me know in the comments what you think. And if the outcome had surprised you. So many people wanted Anxiety to win. So I just went with it. I've been packing all day for my road trip to UTAH. I think I've burned myself out on this story for awhile. You probabaly won't hear anything from me until this saturday when I come back from my road trip. Guess its time for me to take a vacay! Do let me know if there was something that didn't make sense in this chapter though. I've had a headache all day and I wasn't thinking straight. :( Murgh. Alright. Peace out homies! Ms. chickoo out!