Take your mercy ;)

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Joan continued to drive.

Carefully they avoided potholes so not to disturb the sleeping Manifestor.

They drove all way the up to get some food and eventually met with a Wendy's drive through.

The Wendy's drive through worker took their order and the two Viewers waited patiently, chatting idly as their food was being made.

Upon returning the lady smiled at them and handed Joan the bags of food. However, now she could see through the window. Blinking she gestured to two at the back.

"Is he ok?"

Thomas remained completely oblivious, laying contentedly on Talyn's lap while the multi-colour haired Veiwer placed an arm over him protectively. They and gave a small shrug to the food service woman.

"Yeah, he's fine just tired-"

"It's been a long day", piped Joan as they paid for the food. It was at that money that Thomas shifted, mumbling and muttering something user his breath, all three of them froze. The host then sighed and curled up more, hugging onto Talyn's small frame.

The Wendy's lady cooed, "Aww, that's adorable, you two take good care of him now, enjoy your meal!"

The Date-mates said their thanks and Joan drove off again, heading to Thomas' house.

----

"Thomas"
"Thomas"
"Come on dude, I can't carry you!"

"Did you get him up Tal?" called Joan from the other side, they were currently trying to get Thomas' house door open, while Talyn was supposed to get the manifestor up.

"No, not really, he's-"

"Mngh", the Host groaned, head lolling to the side.

Talyn sighed, "- still asleep"

Joan bite their lip in worry for a moment before shaking their head and smirking. "Well you know just how to wake him up-"

"You know he hates it when I do that!"

"That never stopped you before", winked Joan before finally entering the house with all the food.

"True!" Chuckled the shorter Veiwer and with that they started to poke at the sleeping Thomas.

Soon enough the Manifestor shot up and quickly brushed off Talyn's hands before covering his ribs and stomach with his hands.

"You know I hate it when you do that!" It was meant to be an upset shout but it came out with a laughing huff.

The multicolour-haired Viewer raised their hands, still chuckling, "hey man, it's not my fault you're ticklish-"

"Hey you two, you comin' in or what? I'm starving!"

Thomas and Talyn shared an amused look before heading inside- well it was more Talyn was supporting a shaky Thomas as they wobbly entered the house.

----

Joan had already placed the food on the table when the other two got inside.

"Dude, you gotta tell them"

Thomas bit his lip, running a hand through his hair with a tired sigh.

"I'd like to but I can't-"

"They're draining you dry Thomas-"

"I know Joan, but it's just the price I pay being a host. Don't worry it's just temporary, usually when I'm like this all I need is some food and a long nap-"

"You've been napping for a long few hours", cut in Talyn, " heck I had to drag you out of the car!"

"I know, it's just that with the stress of Anxiety being sick and my nightmares-"

"Wait...Those are still going on?"

Thomas winced at Joan's pensive glare.

"Kinda?"

"Dude!"

"I'm ok, I promise", he paused and winced again, now Talyn was glaring, "look I didn't have a single nightmare all the while I was in the car"

"Yeah and the fact that you almost wouldn't wake up is what's worrying us"

The manifestor sighed, "having them out here drained me like a cheap battery, I'll admit, that coupled with little to no sleep doesn't really help-

"Plus your pills that make you drowsy", supplied a certain beanie wearer.

"Yeah, those are a pain, ironic since they're supposed to get rid of it- any way", the host held up a hand, "what I'm trying to say is that, yeah it's a little rough but I'm fine really, I just need some solid rest and I'll be good as new tomorrow I promise!"

Talyn and Joan shared a look and then deadpanned at Thomas.

The manifestor pouted.

-----

After dinner Joan cleared away the table and Talyn started the dishes, but not before gaining the host a glass of water, his pills and some stern instructions.

"Alright dude, drink your knock out pills, take a shower and get to bed"

Thomas could only shake his head at his friends' overprotectiveness.

"Sure thing Tal"

With a thanks he drank his pills and headed for the stairs. However, on the way up he stumbled. The date-mates gave each other another look and raced to help their friend. They got him to his room where they sat him down on the bed.

"Really I'm fine you guys-"

"Sure you are-"

Thomas stood up rolling his eyes, he began grabbing clothes from out of his drawers.

"I'm fine Joan really, look I'll take a shower and head to bed ok?"

"Uhh, how 'bout you leave the door unlocked while Joan stands outside...just in case", mumbled the short Veiwer.

Joan and Thomas gave them a confuse look. The host shook his head and moved over towards them.

"Tal...what, why?" The confused expression instantly disappeared when he wobbled on his feet and slowly sunk to the floor. Placing a hand on his head, he groaned.

"Ohh- ok wow, yeah Tal that - that's a good idea"

Joan walked over and helped him up and clapped a gentle hand on his shoulder, "well, I guess I'm your body guard bud"

"Looks like"

----

During Thomas' shower Joan stood attentively outside his door should in case he fell, while Talyn took a shower in the down stairs bathroom.

By the time the host had finished his shower, luckily without incident, Talyn was already waiting for him in his room. Gently, they guided the tired manifestor into bed.

"Joan's taking a shower?"

"Yeah", nodded the host, "it's a good thing you guys have extra clothes here-"

Talyn laughed, "yeah and extra shoes, toothbrushes and even an extra key. Dude we practically live here"

"Yeah, we kinda do"

Both the Veiwer and manifestor looked to see Joan walk in and they smiled as the beanie lover joined them in the bed.

"Alright big guy, let's get you to sleep"

"Yeah don't worry *yawn* I'm way ahead of you"

------

Prince snapped out of his petrified state.

As scary as it was to see the darker trait's eyes roll back as he passed out, something told him that if he didn't get help soon the younger would not be waking up at all. That and the blood dripping down his opposite's lips, sent him into mission mode and he gestures for Morality to pick up Anxiety.

"We're taking him to my room", there was no room for argument with the Royal's tone. The worried children jumped and scrambled towards the hallway, they've never heard Roman sound like this before.

The command also ushered the Father into motion, he knew that tone, he's heard it first-hand many times during the Witch's war. He remembered vividly that whenever the Tertiary was afraid he'd adopt a brave face and get serious. The moment that happened, you either followed his orders or you got left behind.

Logic of course, wasn't always on the field.

"What? Why? We need to-"

The Parental cuts him off, his own tone becoming authoritative and no one had more authority than the Prominent personality.

"Let's go Logan"

The Secondary straightened up and his jaw shut with a 'clack'. He didn't know what was going on but gave a single nod to his elder, the father would tell him but for now he was expected to follow orders.

Prince, who had spontaneously decided not to waste any more time, teleported everyone to his room. Morality moved quickly and carefully placed the unconscious Anxiety on the bed.

The abrupt transportation unnerves Logan far more than it should but what completely sets him off is the younger's aura.

"His aura, it's- it's diminishing", the Teacher shakes his head, his ability was unwittingly showing him the inevitable but he refused to believe it. He looks Roman dead in the eye, the Tertiary obviously had a plan. "What are we going to do?"

The Royal meets his gaze and the logical facet could practically see the fire burning within those chocolate orbs.

"I'm going to ask for a favour"

With that he teleported, leaving the others in his room.

-----

Since Roman had abruptly left, Logan turned to his Prominent.

"Patton, we need to do something or he's not going to make it, I can feel him slipping-"

It's Misleading Compliment that chokes out a sob and that starts the other children. Pranks hugs him but there are teats steaming down the Prankster's face. Even Steven joins them in the embrace.

The Father's heart pangs and he places a gentle hand on their shoulders, silently instructing Steven to get the elder two out of the room. The embodiment of Imagination did so but not without sending a frightfully worried glance at his big brother's prone form.

Fiona and Liam refused to leave and Morality didn't have the heart to force them. So he instructed them and Logan to get Anxiety as comfortable as possible.

"Remove his hoodie, Fiona. Logan get his shirt. Liam, I need you to run to his room and get a clean shirt and pair of sweatpants ok?"

The three didn't hesitate to do what they were told. They stripped the emo of his hoodie and shirt, despite the fact that his too warm skin shivered beneath their hands. Patton took note that while the younger's skin was hot, his hands were a freezing cold.

-----

Roman teleported near a wall directly in front of his friends and a certain fae, startling them all in the process.

Grabbing his head and wincing, he took one, and only one, half stumble of a step before quickly and forcefully righting himself and moving towards Fairy Godmother.

"I know you detest when people ask it of you but I need a favour"

The Fae almost looked appalled at the prospect and the Prince was just about ready to go down on his hands and knees.

"Please", he begged unshed tears brimming in his eyes, "I wouldn't ask you if it were anything less but this is life or death! I cannot stress it any further-"

"El pequeñito...", whispered Princess Valerie forlornly.

Roman gave her a solemn nod and the other Royals gasped.

"What's wrong with your youngest counterpart?" Questioned the Fairy. Already having grabbed her med bag from out of thin air.

The Tertiary shook his head, "we don't know"

----

Roman managed to teleported them all to his room but almost passes out. The moment he stepped foot on his bedroom floor, the entire room just tilted, well to him it did at least.

Luckily, Princess Valerie and Prince Leo managed to catch him and gently lower him to the ground.

Patton berates him a little, for using that much of his energy and teleporting so many people at once, but honestly everyone could see that he was just worried.

The Tertiary was red faced and panting, trying his hardest to catch his breath.
"I'm sorry...it was impulse but I had to-",

Logan held up a hand, shook his head and cut him off, "Roman you need to breathe, put your knees up and your head down"

"But I'm fine-"

"Roman"

Princey sighed, while the Royals behind him jumped. The Secondary was having none of it and his tone meant business. Out ranked and out of energy, the regal personality nods and does what he was told. He lifted his knees and placed his head between them. He then took deep breaths through his nose and exhaled in hopes of stabilizing his breathing.

Meanwhile Fairy Godmother had already walked forward towards Anxiety.

Patton and his children, who were standing protectively around the youngest side, gave her some space. The Fae placed her med bag on the bed next to the unconscious personality and held her now free hand and wand out over the emo's bare stomach.

Her eyes, wand, hand and Anxiety all began glowing a dark Teal. The glow soon faded and the Fairy blinked, her eyes once more their normal colour, but her face was pale.

"He has internal damage"

----

Logan gritted his teeth, his deductions were correct and yet he could do nothing about it.

All he could do was watch as the Fairy worked on healing the dark personality. Only her wand and hands began glowing again but this time the light was purple. For a moment he was confused but when he scanned the younger's aura again, he understood.

She was stabilizing it.

A tug on his pant leg pulled his attention away from the two and down to his left.

It was Prince Leonidas, who called him, "can you sense what she's doing?"

The Teacher gave the dark skinned Royal a nod, though he was confused as to why he was asked that question.

"Will he make it?"

Ah right, all the Royals except for Roman were emotions and when things came down to it, they only cared about themselves and Thomas. Prince Leo was probably worried about what would happen to Thomas if Anxiety perished.

Logan frowned, "she's stabilizing his aura but I don't know about his chances, we'll have to wait and see"

The dark skinned Royal gave him a sympathetic look and surprized him by hugging Roman. The Logical trait could barely make out the whispered, "He'll make it, don't worry", from one Prince to the other. Princess Valerie joined the hug and she whispered something to Roman aswell but it was in Spanish. The Tertiary nodded, and suddenly all the Royals were in a hug pile.

Deciding that his initial thought of Roman's friends was obviously wrong and wanting to leave the overly tactile bunch to their comforting methods, Logic turned his attention back to the Fae.

Who was currently diggings in her med bag and frowning?

For some reason that frown caused Logan to panic internally and that small sliver of his aura managed to escape through the ever so slight crack of his control. This of course brought a sense of panic to the room.

Roman lifted his head off his knees and focused on the fae as attentively as he could manage, despite the fact that the room was spinning around him.

Patton who was sensing all forms of panic tried his best to keep his own aura from wavering. Fairy Godmother was still rifling in her bag.

"What is it?" asked the Prominent.

"I need one more ingredient-"

"We can find it for you-"

"It's nothing too hard, I just need some mint leaves that I can boil, it seems I had run out of my own boiled leaves without knowing"

Pat gave her a pensive look, half glancing at his kids.

"Will fresh boiled mint work?"

"Yes it would, the effects should work faster the fresher they are-"

"Kids"

"Right!"

Fiona and Liam rushed out of the room and Patton and Logan sighed simultaneously in relief.

-----

The children had cleverly thought ahead and had drained all the water just leaving the wet leaves, those of which Morality and Logic instantly began to tear into tiny pieces.

The Fae looked at both the Prominent and Secondary personalities with a brow quirked high enough to disappear into the fringe of her hair.

"You know how to make the paste?"

Patton shook his head but Logan shrugged.

"No", explained the Parental, "I only know how to make the tea but Logan knows how to make a paste but I don't think it's the same type we need"

"Hmm, that's still quite impressive, I assume you two dealt have with this before?"

"Something similar, but not with illness", The Teacher answered this time.

"Poison?" Queried the Fairy.

"Yes"

Logic's answer was quick and clipped, the Fae didn't ask any other questions.

Leaving everyone else confused.

Currently the children and all the Royals were sitting on the floor blocking the Gold door's access from the kingdom to the room.

Roman, who was barely able to hold himself up, was leaning his back on Princess Valerie's chest while she knelt with her legs tucked underneath her. Prince Leo was kneeling at his side for support and the others were circling around them protectively.

----

After what felt like an infinity of making, mixing and spreading mint smelling paste, Fairy Godmother brushed her hands together, signifying that her job was done.

"It's a good thing you got to me when you did Prince Roman-"

"Shhh!"

The Fae jolted, wondering what was the cause for such an outburst from the Royals on the floor-

"Oh my"

Roman was passed out on Princess Valerie's chest.

----

"Creativity!"

"Prince Roman!"

"Roman!"

"My fanciful side!"

"Prince Dude!"

"Prince!"

"Heya Princey!"

......

"Did someone say atrocious?"

"I too, am a Disney lover"

"I never said Princey was wrong"

"Take it easy guys gals and non-binary pals, peace out!"

......

Wait...

He knew this...

He remembered this.

It was during the filming of a Sander Sides end card.

It was also the first time they had started hanging out with each other...

But why would he be seeing this now?

----

"Mulan?" asked the Prince.

Anxiety shrugged, a small smirk in place, "Never a wrong time to dress in drag"

"Lion King"

"Never a wrong time to dress in drag-"

"-and do the Hula! Ohhh!" They spoke simultaneously and pointed excitedly at each other.

With the end card complete, they both left.

Sinking down to the commons the Fanciful personality continued asking his opposite questions.

"Ok, ok a bit off topic but, favourite Lion King Movie?"

Anxiety quirked a sceptical brow, the end card was over, the Royal usually didn't talk to him much when not on camera.

When the darker trait didn't answer, Prince rolled his eyes.

"Oh come one Mr. Dark-side-of-the-moon, it's a simple question!"

The younger personality blinked, "did you just make a Disney reference and give me a nickname at the same time?"

"Yes, now answer the question"

It was the Emo who rolled his eyes this time, crossing his arms with a huff.

"Ugh, fine I'd say 1 1/2 is my favourite"

"Really?"

The fanciful side's incredulous tone had the dark trait feeling defensive. "Hey you asked, don't judge-!"

The Royal quickly held his hands up in a placating manner. "No, no! I meant, it's a choice I didn't expect, but, I have to admit...it's my favourite one as well", with a snap a DVD case suddenly appeared in his hand. He held it out to the other with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle. "Would you like to watch with me?

Now it was Anxiety's turn to sound incredulous. "You...wanna watch a Disney movie with me? You're kidding right?"

The Prince shrugged, "it's only if you want, I'm not forcing you, I'm simply extended a hand to a fellow Disney lover...I still don't like you though"

The Dark trait paused, taken aback. The Tertiary didn't look like he was being deceitful, so he decided to ignore the little voice in his head that told him to say no and test the waters- He must've zoned out because the Royal was now waving a hand in front of his face.

"Oh", he blinked before shrugging, "yeah, sure I'll watch it with you Princey, I've got nothing better to do...and just for the record", he smirked at the other, "I don't like you either"

The Prince cracked a smile and quickly set up the movie.

The two then sat on the same couch, though at a decent distance apart. The occasional passing of the popcorn was the only time this space was breached as they watched the movie together in relative peace, both laughing at Pumbaa's antics and occasionally agreeing with poor Timon's griping.

----

When the movie finished Anxiety stood up, interlocking his fingers as he raised both hands over his head and stretched.

'Crrrk'

"Ngh~", he groaned in relief, sitting down for so long tended to mess with his back. Twisting to his side a few more times, he turned to the Fanciful personality, who was curiously watching him, "welp that's enough social interaction for me today. Thanks for the movie Princey"

The Regal trait gives him a nod, "of course, would you care to join me for another tomorrow?"

"Maybe, can't promise you that"

"Really? Why not?"

"I'm Anxiety, I'm spontaneous, I thought you of all people would get that Mr. Creativity"

Any other day the Royal would have taken this as an insult but the Darker personality's remark didn't have scathing tone at all, instead Anxiety had the most miniscule of smiles upon his lips. So he conceded to still friendly atmosphere.

"True, inspiration does come and go, but how will I know if you're coming or not?"

"Just set it up, if I'm coming I'll be there", with that the younger trait left, signature smirk preceding his farewell.

Roman shook his head, seemed he had much to learn about the youngest trait.

----

Anxiety did in fact show up for the movie night but he looked far more tired and paler than usual.
The Fanciful personality, not wanting to scare off the younger trait, said nothing and they watched the movie in comfortable silence.

It was up until the near ending- where the two fairies were fighting over Aurora's dress colour- that the two personalities started to speak.

'Pink, I say!'

'No, Blue!'

'Pink!'

'Blue!'

"I think purple would have been nice", shrugged the emo.

"Really? I didn't take you for a purple kinda guy"

"Why, what's wrong purple?"

"Nothing, Red is my favourite colour though I'm actually fond of the Purple myself, it was made for royalty after all"

"True, but if you like the colour, how come you don't-?"

"How come I don't wear anything purple, you mean?" The darker trait nodded, "I do have a purple sash", Anxiety raised a curious brow, "it's for weddings"

"Ah, makes sense"

"And what of you? Is purple your favourite colour?"

"Yeah actually, next to the blacks and greys and stuff"

"You just have to be edgy don't you?"

"Yep!" smirked the darker, popping the 'p'. He stood up and stretched. "Alright Princey I'm gone, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

The Prince was taken aback, not by the question really, though that did play a part, no it was how the question was asked. Anxiety was hunched slightly with his hands in his hoodie pockets, while that wasn't really unusual, the younger's voice and eyes held a tinge of...fear? The Royal wasn't planning for another movie night but it was nice hanging out with the darker persona, not that he'd admit that out loud anyway.

"Of course! Aladdin next?"

Like magic Anxiety seemed to relax, well he didn't move but the fearful look in his eyes was instantly replaced with relief. He gave the Prince a small salute and then he was gone.

The fanciful personality watched as the other sunk down and he couldn't help but smile, he made the right choice.

----

After Aladdin- where both of them fumbled and absolutely botched the lyrics to "Friend like me", the iconic "A whole new world" and even "Prince Ali" by singing them with mouthfuls of popcorn- they had a few more movie nights, watching classics like Pinocchio and Dumbo.

Currently, they were just finishing up Mulan.

Anxiety soon stood up and performed his usual stretch but this time it was accompanied by a yawn. He was about to call it a night when the Regal trait behind him called for his attention.

"Hey why don't you stay a little longer?"

"Huh?"

"Can't you stay for two movies this time? Mulan has a wonderful sequel after all"

The younger quirked a brow.

"It's already midnight-"

"No- no, it's fine if you don't want to, just thought I'd ask"

Anxiety ran a hand through his hair, Thomas had been out with friends all day today and he had to make sure that his overly happy host didn't accidentally get hit by a car one to many times during that amount of time. Suffice to say, he was exhausted, but the Royal was practically pouting at him.

"Yeah, sure Princey", he sat back down, with a plastered on smirk and shrugged nonchalantly, "why the hell not? Everyone loves Mushu"

The biggest grin spread across the Fanciful personality's face and maybe just maybe he'll admit that he smiled too.

----

His eye lids were so heavy that they kept closing on him.

His head bobbed and had met his shoulder again.

Annd his eyes were closed.

He forced them apart for the umpteenth time but they slowly...
slid...
shut...

He jerked back awake again, rubbing his eyes vigorously, it wouldn't be a good idea to fall asleep, especially in front of the Prince. But...he was...really...tired...
Maybe he could lean on the chair handle for a bit? Just rest his eyes...yeah, just for a...little...while.

"-ey"
"Hey Anxiety!"

His sleepy mind could only respond with a mumbled out, "hmn?"

"If you're that tired you can always go to bed you know, we can just finish where we left off another day"

The dark trait shook his head, well he tried to, he only succeeded in snuggling into the arm of the chair but the point was, that even when exhausted he was stubborn.

"No...m'ok"

"If you say so, but I'm not carrying you to your room"

" 'm fine"

"Are you sure?"

"Mhmn"

Shrugging at that, the Prince left him alone and returned his attention to the antics of Mushu and the Cricket on screen. When he turned back to look at his counterpart a few minutes later, however, he found the other half-curled and well on his way to a deep sleep.

He instantly felt bad, it was his idea to watch the second movie after all. He picked up the remote and began lowering the volume-

"I can't hear it if it's that low Princey"

The Royal raised an inquisitive brow at Anxiety. "You're not even watching"

"Yes, I am"

"You're eyes aren't even open!"

"They are and I was watchin' but now I can't hear it"

True to his word the darker personality did indeed have his eyes open but just a smidge, Prince wasn't able to tell at first because of the younger's long lashes.

"How are you even able to see like that?"

"Years'f squintin' at a screen, 'm a pro"

"No, what you are is half-asleep"

"Half, 'mnot there yet, turn it back up"

"Alright, but I'm serious, I'm not carrying you to your room"

"I got'it already, jus' turn up th' volume"

The Royal rolled his eyes but complied, raising the volume back at its original level.

----

The next time Princey looked back at Anxiety, the younger was most definitely asleep. His lips were slightly parted and small, almost unnoticeable, breathy snores were escaping his open mouth.

The movie was still far from over and it was currently 1:41am, so really he couldn't blame the other for being tired and at this time especially. Frowning, he lowered the volume again so as not to disturb his opposite's sleep but the moment the sound dropped a few decibels the dark trait stirred.

Curious, the Royal raised it back and Anxiety soon stilled.

Realizing that younger was being lulled to sleep by the voices in the movie, the Prince left the volume as is. He'd always see the darker with his headphones on so he simply assumed that he slept with them on aswell. Shrugging, he let his tired counterpart be and he continued to watch the movie.

----

"Frickin' Mushu"

The Royal blinked away from the ending scene to look at the darker personality, who was currently chuckling under his breath.

"Oh you're awake-"

The credits had started rolling and Anxiety stood up and stretched.

"Yeah *yawn* been awake for the past twenty minutes of the movie"

The Prince, of course, couldn't resist the opportunity to take a jab at the younger.

"Mhm, after you slept for half of it"

The tired trait rolled his eyes and made a small circle with his index finger.

"Excuse you, I only slept for a quarter of it"

Chuckling the fanciful personality stood up and stretched aswell. Feeling both too tired and too lazy, he then snapped his fingers and willed their little movie set up into non-existence.

"Alright, I think it's best for both of us to get some sleep, don't you *yawn* think? Ughh, you're contagious"


"Yeah", smirked the other, "night Princey"

"Good night Anxiety"

-----

The following morning was quite amusing as it started out with Morality literally dragging a tired, bed-headed Anxiety to the kitchen table by the arm.

"Come one now kiddo, breakfast is the most important meal of the day!"

The darker trait groaned, tugging back feebly in resistance.

"Can't I just have brunch?"

"No, now come on and eat your omelettes"

The younger rolled his eyes but allowed himself to be pulled onto a seat where a plate with two omelettes and a glass of orange juice was deposited in front of him.

He mumbled a small, "thanks", to the father and received an enthusiastic hair ruffle, and a few chuckles, for his troubles.

The Prince smirked at his utterly dishevelled counterpart.

"I'm guessing no movie tonight, or are you going to fall asleep again, hmm?"

Anxiety shook his head, a small smirk - it was not a smile- on his face. "Nah Princey, not unless you want me to use you as a pillow"

The Regal trait laughed, "I highly doubt either of us would enjoy that but back to the matter at hand, didn't you get a few hours of sleep after you went to bed?"

The younger trait shook his head before digging into his first omelette. He took a few bites and chewed before swallowing. "I didn't, insomnia is not fun. I didn't get to fall asleep until about half an hour ago, I think?"

Princey winced, before standing up. He had already finished his breakfast a good twenty minutes ago, so he went to wash his dish while still addressing the youngest side.

"Ouch, well then I suggest you get some rest after you've finished eating. I have a meeting to head to and I probably won't be back till late tonight, so guess I'll see you for movie night tomorrow? Does Hunchback of Notre Dame sound good to you?"

"Sure thing dude"

The Royal smiled and teleported off to his room to enter his castle.

-----

Their movie nights continued, each time filled with laughter and the learning of a new or different thing about the other.

No matter how tired they were - though he may deny it, Roman himself had fallen asleep a couple times- they would still make time to just sit and watch a Disney movie together.

It did wonders for Anxiety's mood. He was even spending more time outside his room, not necessarily in the commons with the others but it was still something. With the younger in good spirits, things seemed a lot brighter for everyone else in the commons. Having a happy and rather calmed mind had a very positive effect on their host.

Thomas had been quite happy and exceptionally productive, scripts for videos have been going out on time, editing was flowing smoothly and the videos have been attracting mass attention from the Viewers. Not to mention they were a lot of fun, the Valentine's vid was great, Joan was an excellent Co-writer and Valerie was such a sweetheart. The Q and A was amusing, everyone got to poke a bit of fun at each other. Everything was scripted, with a few occasional adlibbed 'insults' or puns thrown in just to make it a little more visceral for the audience.

All in all everyone was pretty happy, but of course that didn't last.

----

Roman had just come back from a particularly frustrating meeting and was currently pacing a hole into the carpet in the commons.

He was the Prince and a personality for crying out loud! The emotions were supposed to have listened to him, but no, they did their own thing and now Thomas had ended up with some oddly confusing and very unsettling dreams.

He had warned the entire dream-section of the REM sleep department but they didn't listen and now they needed his help to fix things. This could've all been avoided if they had only listen to him in the first place and yet when he went back and tried to help again, he was ignored! Can you believe it?! What was the point of even asking him? This led to even more weird dreams, it was just so frustrating!

Growling and mumbling under his breath, the Royal kept pacing angrily. He was so caught up he almost didn't hear Anxiety enter.

"Hey Princey, me and Dad were talking about an idea-"

"And what possible idea could you have not shot down, you shadow of the dark, deep and dreary?"

Anxiety stopped and blinked, as he had unintentionally stepped back because of the force of the Tertiary's remark. He drew his lips into a tight line, clenched his fists and gave a single solitary nod to the voice in his head that started shouting 'I told you so', at the top of its lungs. He turned and began walking away without another word.

Sure he could see that his opposite was stressed, hell he could feel it but that didn't mean it didn't hurt to have the regal trait lash out at him. How ironic, he never thought it felt like this when he did it to the other. At least it's fair, after all karma was known to be a bit-

"Anxiety wait!"

----

The moment the words slipped from his lips Princey froze in horror. He saw the little light in his counterpart's eyes die instantly and guilt flooded his very being. He honestly didn't mean that, he was just so tired of having his ideas shot down and Anxiety was usually the one who would do so with gusto and- with the meetings and the dream department- he just...snapped. He needed to apologize for taking his frustrations out on the younger.

Anxiety was facing him now, his body language gave nothing away, but his eyes held something - the look of betrayal.

"I-"

"-Princey, we require your assistance"

The Royal sighed and bowed his head, of course now of all times he'd be needed. Lifting his head to still at least try to apologize to Anxiety, he was shocked to find his opposite was no longer there.
Frowning he turned and sank down, following Logic's voice. He tried to apologize to Anxiety again when he returned but Morality had suggested a movie night and by the time he thought to have gone to the darker, the youngest have already left his room.

-----

Over the next few days he had been so busy with his Kingdom and writing the script with Thomas and Joan that he hadn't seen the dark personality until during the recording of the vid. "Am I Original" was ambitious, he'd admit but it turned out well, so much so that quite a few adlibbed moments were added in...and that was the problem. He didn't expect Anxiety to have sounded so sad and hurt in the end.


The younger didn't start off mad at him but then again they were all good actors.

The moment filming finished he made his move. Finding the emo wasn't hard, he was currently eating cereal on the counter top.

"Hey Anxiety, I-"

The younger held up a hand.

"If it's to apologize, save it. You were pissed off and stressed-"

"That doesn't make it right, I'm sorry. I honestly didn't mean to-"

"Its fine Princey, it's not like I was gonna cry about it", the Royal raised a brow and the emo trait suddenly seemed to shrink into his hoodie. "...I just wasn't gonna talk to you in case you were going to yell at me again"

"I'm really sorry Anxiety, that wasn't very Princely of me at all, I just...", he stopped and shook his head, "no- I won't give you excuses, it was extremely rude of me, I hurt you for no reason and I'm sorry"

"Wow, never thought I'd hear a sincere apology from you-", the emo chuckled, there was a smirk on his lips but the Prince was able to see it for what it was- an ice-breaker.

He shrugged, "yeah, well it was unfair to be so rude when you weren't doing anything to me-"

"Ah, so it's gotta be justified?" the smirk was bigger, much more real and less pitying than the one prior.

So the Royal placed on one of his own and gave a little eyebrow wiggle just because. "Of course! While fighting fire with fire isn't usually the best option I'm still sure as hell trying though"

At this the darker trait snorted.

"Alright Princey, I can respect that, it's stupid but I can respect it", he jumped off the counter placing his bowl in the sink before pointing a finger at the Tertiary's chest, "We're watching Black Cauldron tonight though"

The Prince all but beamed, the younger had forgiven him enough to continue their movie nights. Though he was curious to why he was forgiven so easily, by the embodiment of Anxiety no less, he decided not to dwell on it too much should the emo suddenly change his mind.

-----

After popping up in Thomas' apartment a few hours later, the Regal personality learned exactly why Anxiety had forgiven him so easily.

The emo and the manifestor were sitting around the table in the living room. Well Thomas was sitting at the table and Anxiety was sitting on top of it, they were watching something on a laptop.


"So he apologized?"

"Yeah, all sincere like too"

"Then it was sincere! See I told you he would"

"Ehh"

"Oh come on Anxiety! You guys are a part of me, you yourself know how honest I am about apologies"

"Yeah, you're a friggin' sap"

"Yes well I've been told saps are sweet, you know like Maple~"

Anxiety paused for a second, wide eyed before punching the Host's shoulder.

"Let it go Sanders!"

Thomas laughed, playfully fighting back.

"Never! You just drowned it in syrup!"

"Shut up! It was your fault!"

"No it wasn't, the syrup incident was all you"

"You take that to your grave!"

The manifestor just laughed harder.

Roman shook his head, wondering just what the heck the syrup incident was. Deciding to avoid that, he thought of how interesting the scene in front of him was. Anxiety had been talking - rather hanging out with Thomas.

He even asked the host for advice on how to deal with the Royal's outburst towards him.

Thinking it over now, his host was still as Productive as ever, a bit overly cautious but productive. Maybe having him talk to the physical embodiment of his worries actually helps-

"....bet you it can't"

"Bet you it will"

"Alright what's your wager"

"Uh-um, ice-cream! Ice cream from that place down at main street"

"Any flavour for the winner?"

"Any flavour", agreed the manifestor.

"Deal", Anxiety stuck out his hand, Thomas shook it.

Princey blinked at the two, they were watching a video on the computer and betting on it apparently. Shaking his head the Tertiary personality let them be, he already forgot why he even popped up there in the first place.

Well no matter he had a movie night to prepare for.

----

He never did get to watch Black Cauldron with Anxiety that night.

As a matter of fact, he didn't see the younger for an entire two weeks. Logic was absolutely furious and Morality was a jumbled mess of worry and emotions.

They were all too busy trying to cheer Thomas up and trying to get him to tell them what happened but the host barley uttered a word for the entirety of the time the emo was AWOL. But on the day that he did speak- it was the same day he found Anxiety unconscious in the commons....

Brown eyes snapped open.

----

Roman lay gasping as his memories pieced themselves into a picture. The day his name was revealed and the day he apologized to emo was the very same day that both the youngest side and his host almost died.

Taking some slow deep breaths, the Royal managed to calm himself down only to then almost panic when he finally registered that there was a weight on his chest.

Blushing the Prince realized that he had likely passed out due to exhaustion and that the others must have put him in bed. Fairy Godmother must have done a great job because currently Anxiety using him like a pillow and he held on with an intense vice like grip.

Knowing that any attempt of prying the younger off him wasn't going to work, he gently rubbed circles on his back and began alternating from that and carding his fingers through his counterpart's hair.

Soon enough Anxiety's grip loosened, rolling his eyes at the now common occurrence, he gently shook the other's shoulder.

"Anxiety"
"Anxiety"
"Anx-"

"Mmhr?"

The younger opened his eyes slowly, blinking twice in confusion before sluggishly sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Roman chuckled, gently removing himself from under his still sleepy opposite and settling in front of him.

"Welcome to the land of the living, how are you feeling?"

Anxiety stopped rubbing his eyes and slowly blinked at the fanciful personality a few more times.

"I...uh-"

The Royal cut him off with a frown of sudden realization. "Wait, you've been coherent this far, although..." he placed a hand on the younger's forehead, "you don't have one now but you had a high fever for quite a while, what do you remember?"

The dark trait's head tilted to the side, his eyes questioning. "It's was a fever not a concussion Princey"

The Royal shrugged.

"Well you did mention one in passing"

Now the younger's brows drew together, he was still very much confused.

"When did I-", Anxiety cut himself off, keenly remembering what he said to Thomas when he saved the manifestor from falling off the couch. "Oh, right. Never mind"

"So...what do you remember?"

"Uh, well everything up until lunch? I remember before and after you had to leave. "Uggh, I probably won't be eating spaghetti for a while"

Princey chuckled, "no, probably not. Anything else you remember?"

"Dad carrying me to the couch, the kids...not much else-", the dark trait suddenly paused and a gasp escaped from his lips. His hand gripped his forehead as he winced.

"Hey-", started Roman but the younger shook his head.

"I remember... being really dizzy and numb... and then waking up with the others around me...there-there was coughing and blood...and then there was you. I-I remember seeing you but that's it", Anxiety rubbed the middle of his brows, the nerves were pinched together in pain. He looked up at his counterpart, "what the heck happened when I was out?"

The Royal was silent for a second.

"Princey?"

Said trait scratched his head sheepishly, "well..."

----

"Do you think they'll be alright Dad?"

Morality looked down at his daughter, as a matter of fact, everyone in the kitchen was looking at her- well now him for the response.

"I think they'll be fine, a little tired but fine, after all Fairy Godmother fixed them up quite nice, right Logan?"

Logic, who had been sitting at the counter staring off into space somewhere, jolted slightly at the call of his name. "Oh, sorry what?"

The Prominent personality chuckled, "I said Prince and Anxiety will be fine, won't they?"

There was an underlying tone of 'you better agree or else' and the Teacher did not want to find out what that 'or else' was.

"Well given that Fairy Godmother seems to be a very adept healer and Roman only really needs rest, I have no doubt that those two will make a full recovery. Granted that they'll both be needing extra energy...hmm, I believe we best instruct Thomas not to do anything too strenuous, lest he collapse-"

"See kids, nothing to worry about! Now how's 'bout we order some Pizza?"

-----

"So you're telling me that some freaky Fae just 'magicked' me better?!"

"No, I said Fairy Godmother healed you-"

"That's same thing!"

"Calm down would you?!"

"Don't tell me to be calm! I'm literally the opposite of calm! "

"I don't understand, why are you so worked up about this? You're feeling better aren't you?"

The younger curled in on himself, only succeeding in startling the Regal trait some more.

"Anxiety? You are feeling better right?"

"Yess"

"Then why-?"

"... I-I don't like owing people Princey."

"What do you mean?"

"If it was just you guys then maybe I could have...but it's not-"

"Anxiety, what-in-this-world-or-the-next, are you talking about?!"

The darker trait practically exploded, his hands gesturing out.

"I can't repay a freaking Fae dude! Who knows what she wants from me?!" His voice wavered, "If it was you guys only then at least I know you wouldn't directly screw me over-"

The Tertiary placed a hand directly on his counterpart's shoulder in an attempt to get him to calm some.

"Anxiety listen to me, Fairy Godmother is good, she's not gonna ask you for any favours or anything like that ok? Why would you think that she would?-"

"She's a fae", hissed the darker trait, "they don't do favours, they make deals"

Roman sighed, a half-frustrated thing before pausing and exhaling softly.

"I know", he whispered.

The younger trait swallowed thickly, "what does she want in return?"

Roman gave him a small sad smile. Anxiety tensed.

"She wants...nothing from you"

"What?"

"I was the one who made a deal with her, not you-"

"But that means-"

"Yes, I owe her"

The dark trait's throat was suddenly dry and a nervous sweat started to form at the edge of his brow.

"W-what does she want from you?"

Prince shrugged, tilting his head to the side, "Oh you know, for me not to fight Dragons in the next two days?"

Anxiety blinked, frowning in confusion before realizing that there was a small smirk on the Royal's face. He instantly punched the other on the arm.

"You jerk!"

"I'm sorry!" Roman chuckled breaking character as he gently batted away the Youngers 'attacks'.

"It was just too good a moment to pass up!"

"You're the worst!"

"I am not!" He cried indignantly, "besides you wouldn't listen to me unless I got serious, so I did! I kept trying to tell you Fairy Godmother is good and that she wouldn't harm us-well unless you angered her but that's a different story- why did you jump to that conclusion anyway?"

"Do you know how many conspiracy theories there are of fae and fairies?"

The Royal shrugged. "You know I don't really know the difference-"

"Fairies well help you, Faes will kill you"

"But she's like both?"

"Which means she'll help you until you piss her off and then she'll kill you"

"Yeah, that sounds like her"

Anxiety rolled his eyes and flopped onto Prince's chest, pushing the other onto his back. "God I hate you"

The Royal laughed and like magic - or well the new routine- he automatically curled around the younger, placing one arm around his waist and the other carding through his hair.

"Sure you do"

They were silent for only a moment before Roman spoke up.

"You're heartbeat is really fast"

"Well no shi-"

The sound of the door knob slowly turning cut the emo off. The two watched it turn and open almost as if mesmerized, a second later a brown mop of hair and a certain father figure's head popped through the opening. He smiled when he saw them awake.

"Heya kiddos! How are we feeling?"

"Better", they said simultaneously. The two opposites looked at each other startled and then began to laugh. Morality joined in as well.

Princey eventually stood up, bringing a shaky Anxiety with him. The darker wobbled for a moment before simply latching on to Dad. The Parental braced the younger, gently holding him upright by the shoulders but not too tight should he wish to move. He was ready to catch him if he fell though.

"You sure you're feeling better?"

The darker gave him a nod, still trying to get his legs to respond properly.

"That's good to hear", think you can handle dinner with us tonight?"

Anxiety took a semi-steady step away from the Parental, but stayed at arm's reach just in case. When he didn't fall he smiled.

"Yeah, I think I can"

----

The dinner in the commons was filled with a relived mood. Conversations were light-hearted, mainly filled with jokes, puns and the occasional facts.

Logic had begun talking about his class which soon lead to him happily showing off their lists...well the one's with food that is. Morality was gushing about how nice the children were and Anxiety smiled gratefully, instructing the Teacher to thank his students.

The idle chatter continued and Roman had ended up recounting his entire battle with the Copyright Maleficent, which then deviated into him explaining what happened during the trial.

"So now Ericson's a maid?" Asked Pranks with his mouthful of pizza.

"Well, maid in training but essentially yes"

"Serves him right!" Exclaimed Fiona.

"Yeah!" Agreed the other children.

"Oh-uh, looks like I've riled them up Padre"

The Fatherly trait chuckled as he stood up and took his plate to the sink, "that's alright Roman, now kids finish your pizza and head for bed ok?"

A series of "Ok's ", "Sure thing" and "Yes dad", echoed as the children quickly finished their dinner.

Each one of them took their time to pass the Prominent their plates for him to wash before all of them decided to tackle Anxiety in a hug.

The Dark personality tensed and almost choked on his meat lovers but he managed to wrap his arms around them, after he put his slice of pizza down of course.

"Come on you little brats, Dad said it's time for bed", they squeezed him harder and he felt something prick at his eyes but he blinked them back. With a small sigh he gave the kids his signature smirk, "besides you guys can't get rid of me that easily"

They gave him some teary smiles in return before finally breaking away and heading to their rooms.

-----

"I really scared them didn't I?" Anxiety asked after the kids left.

Morality came out of the kitchen, drying his hand on a small towel before gently ruffling the emo's hair, "you scared all of us kiddo, but we're glad you're doing ok now. Tomorrow Fairy Godmother's going to tell us what happened to you-"

Princey choked, "wait she didn't tell you?"

"No she didn't Roman", piped Logan as he stood up to carry his plate to the sink and wash it, "she wanted to explain it to all of us and she needed to return your friends to your Palace which means that she won't be able to meet with us until tomorrow evening"

The Royal cleared his throat, "yeah, the energy drainage would have taken a lot out of her, especially since she was healing", his face then took a pensive expression, "hmm, I wonder if she would be going to the meeting tomorrow-"


"You have another meeting?"

The Tertiary looked at his opposite, "uh yeah, this one is because of Love and Lust, it should be a really short one, just some ideas to make sure Thomas and Leo have a decent time while their hanging out this weekend...", Roman's voice trailed off as he watched three blank expressions form on their faces. Realization hit pretty quickly and he snapped his fingers in the notion, "Oh right, you guys don't know! Leo's coming over for a weekend sleep-over"

"Al-alright, just make sure you tell us those ideas right champ?"

The Parent suddenly looked pale but the Regal trait didn't call it out, he figured the elder was still dwelling on the fact that he didn't know about Leo.

"Of course! We'll make sure Thomas has the most epic weekend ever!" He exclaimed as he stood up to wash his plate as well.

"Or a decent one at least, let's not get our hopes up Princey"

Without missing a beat the fanciful trait whirled around and lightly punched Anxiety on the shoulder with a smile, "it's good to have you back Dr. Gloom"

"Good to be back", smirked the darker.

----

"Is he ok?"

"I think so Tal", whispered Joan as they turned and placed a hand on the sleeping Thomas' forehead. "He's warm but it's not a fever"

Talyn slowly sat up from the end of the bed and onto their feet as they moved off.

"Where are you going?" whispered the Veiwer still in bed.

"To get some water and a cold rag for him"

Joan looked pensively at their date-mate for a moment. "Alright, bring me a glass too"

"Sure thing"

When Talyn returned they passed a glass to Joan before placing a damp rag on Thomas, the manifestor didn't so much as stir.

-----

It was currently midnight and everyone in and out of the mindscape was asleep. Keyword, was.

Anxiety shakily stood up from his bed and headed towards his bathroom a motion that seemed even harder to do than before. The usual nauseous spinning had nothing on this and his stomach felt like there was lava in it. He may have fallen on his way to the bowl but he wasn't sure, all he knew was that whatever was in his stomach wanted to come out and that's exactly what happened. He was only just aware that he had spent five minutes throwing up and thus wasting good meat lovers Pizza.

Frowning he spat into the bowl, he was about to move when another bout of nausea caused him to throw up again but purely bile this time. The acidic substance burned his throat as he heaved, his stomach cramped and a sob left his lips - he couldn't catch a break could he?

Something touched him.

The dark trait jumped before realizing that it was a hand that he felt on his back, turning he saw all his counterpart's giving him pitying looks. Apparently he did fall and loudly enough for the others to hear. Princey had a water bottle, which he took to wash the bile from his mouth. Morality helped him wipe his face before he pulled him towards his chest.

He could barely hear what Logic was saying over the sudden assault of white noise ringing in his ear but it sounded vaguely like he was talking... about food?

"..._-ot..._-food"

'not food?'

His eyes widened in realization.

The Secondary had told him that he and his class assumed he was allergic to something in Morality's food but...

It was not the food.

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AN:// Finals started today so wish me luck!

OK so because I was gone for so long y'all get a 30 page chapter, but like apologies for lateness, I was in the hospital again. Long story short school and ovarian cysts aren't fun especially with back pain.

This chapter had been rewritten so many times I'm not even kidding. Moving on Part 1 and 2 confirmed so many of my HCs but shot twice as many down and if you haven't noticed I try to stay as in cannon as I can. I lost count of the rewrites after the 7th time, bleh.

On the Brightside of things a lot more people joined the angst train, so welcome you guys! As for those already here. Do say hi, I love chatting with you guys in the comments ok it makes my not so good day's waay better. No need to be shy just hop on in and type something, who knows you can even make new friends.

Speaking of we have a new member of our train, he'll be meeting up front with me and "my crew" and will be introduced next chapter just because I think y'all would need him then ;)

*also forgive me if the writing seems a little off, I was in a lot of pain, so bear with me.

-Yes I know you said to stop typing in the hospital but like, I hate not updating, you know who you are and thanks for caring, it means a lot, sorry for being stubborn XD.

Lol I think this is the only Fandom where people will threaten content creators to rest and take care of themselves before putting out content, the Fanders Fandom rules!

COMMENT OF THE MONTH:
BY @K4tieCraft
"Patton: Steven! Quick! Go get the defibrillator from my closet upstairs!

Steven: Why the frig would you have a defibrillator in your closet?!

Patton: Shut up Steven, because it's plot convenient!


This was the actual scenario that played in my head as I read that entire paragraph...
Meanwhile Virgil's over there causally having a seizure."

Lol.

See y'all in the comments section ;)