•Anxiety's POV•

"You're adorable, Morality, but really your just a pathetic attempt of a dad that will never succeed," I smirk at Morality. He was practically fuming in front of me.

"And you're just a pathetic excuse for an emotion! I am tired of your damn attitude. Now, get yourself together or you can get your moody ass out of this house!"

A silence fell upon the room. No one had ever heard Morality use such... harsh language, or had we ever seen him so upset. Though I was kind of hurt by his words, my inner anger raged.

"Like I even like it here in this house anyways! You think I like to sit here and get ganged up on by you and Princey? Even Logic joins in sometimes, and he's supposed to be on my side! I'd rather get my 'moody ass' out then spend another minute in this hellhole."

I brush past Morality and make my way to my room. He was right, I should leave. I mean I was doing my job right, but my 'coworkers' weren't exactly fun to put up with. Especially Prince, now...

Time to pack my bags and get out of here. I think to myself. Moving to my closet, I shove a pare of black skinny jeans and a couple of black shirts and jackets into a backpack. I really need to wear more colors than black, now that I think about it. Also, now that I think about it, where am I even going to stay?

I can figure that out later. For now, I made my way to the front door. Logic was the only one left in the living room. I hurry past him.

"Where are you going, Anxiety?" He asked. My hand was already on the door handle.

"I'm leaving. Morality suggested it, I'm sure everyone wants it, so I'm leaving."

"You can't leave! If you do then-"

"You can't stop me," I step out the door. "I'll miss you a little bit. I guess you were my favorite, or whatever."

The world was out in front of me and I could go anywhere I wanted. In some small part of me I wanted to Logic with me, but I knew I couldn't. Thomas really need him to keep his head straight. If not, he'd go completely insane with all the love and sweetness Prince and Morality would pump into him.

Suddenly, my step onto the street turned into a step down the stairs as I appeared in the living room stairway. Thomas and Logic were standing in front of me, both of their arms crossed.

"You really think you could make it that far without Thomas just summoning you back?" Logic adjusted his glasses. "You can't just run away, Anxiety."

"Why couldn't you just let me go? Nobody here likes me."

"Aw, Anxiety," Thomas frowned. "I like you... sometimes."

"See what I mean? Not even Thomas likes me."

Logic shakily put his hand on my shoulder, cleared his throat, and said, "I know I'm not the best at expressing my emotions and feelings, but just know that I do feel strongly towards you. You're not just another persona that I have to deal with, your more than that. In fact, I'd say you're even more than a friend to me."

"So you're saying... you have a crush on me?"

"W-what? No!" He pulls out his phone from his back pocket. "Now I know I had that list of phrases somewhere... aha! Here it is! It seems I have used the wrong phrase to express my feelings. What I meant to say was that you are more than a friend to me, because you're like a brother to me."

"Oh, well that makes this conversation less awkward. And, same here, I guess," I pull my hood onto my head. I wished I could just melt away.

"You guys are so adorable!" Thomas squealed. Looks like someone was taking after Morality.

"Anyways, I am sure Morality feels bad for yelling at you. I would suggest you go and talk to him to get everything straightened out. At least, that's what my analysis of the situation suggests," Logic kept his eyes glued to his phone, seeming to be scrolling through some notes.

"Yeah, sure. As long as he apologizes," I turn and shuffle up the stairs. Morality was pacing back and forth in his room with Prince sitting behind him.

"Anxiety!" He exclaimed once he saw me. He ran over to me and gave me a hug, which I sort of gave back. "I am so, so, so, so, so, sorry for yelling at you!"

"Okay."

"I mean I just got a little bit mad, and I normally don't get mad, but I saw you and Roman hurt each other, and-"

"You're speaking in run-on sentences."

"Right, sorry." He finally let me go. Prince eyed me from the background.

"Anxiety, can I- uh, talk to you in the hallway? It's kinda... important," Prince mumbled. I nodded.