Today was a good day.

Morality made waffles.

Logic unintentionally told a Dad joke.

The father laughed at said joke almost dropping a stack of the honeycomb grooved deliciousness.

OK well not almost, the stack fell, but lo and behold, in came Princey at the nick of time and plate at the ready.

He caught each wafer before they even dreamed of touching the floor. He did so with one hand under the plate and the other pressed behind his back, legs crossed and knees slightly bent, a perfect mix between a Royal bow and a curtsey.

The others gaped and Roman laughed, short sweet and appreciated. With the Royal still "in the zone", he easily manuvered the stack towards the table.

"Here you go Hot Topic", he said, plopping a decent amount of waffles onto the younger's plate.

Before settling down and eating the remainder of the now small stack.

Anxiety watched amused as the Prince practically drowned his waffles in syrup.  Chuckling silently he dug into his own stack.

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After he had finished eating, Anxiety got up to put his plate in the sink, that's where it decided to appear.

It crawled closer, with all eight legs and four compound eyes starring at him in all its terrifying glory.

The dark personality jumped, taking a step back, only to slip and fall onto his behind. The sound of the plate shattering left a loud ringing in his ears.

Crash!

Then two other sounds filled the air.

A  'FWIP'

And a  'CRNCH!'

Dad was at his side in an instant, yelling at Prince about, about what? He couldn't really hear anything but the echo of the broken plate and his hands stung for some reason.

"Roman, how many times do I have to tell you about throwing your daggers in the house?!"

"The foul beast was attacking Anxiety! I had to kill it!"

The dark personality blinked, his head felt echoey? Slowly he looked back towards the sink, not recalling when Morality helped him sit up.

There it was, a shiny red and gold dagger straight through the spider.
It was such a dead center shot that it almost looked fake.

"Clean it up Roman"

"No way! I'm not touching it, have Logic rid the insect"

"Fine, Logan, can you please get rid of this thing?!"

"For the last time, spiders are not insects, they're arachnids, hence the name arachnophobia-"

"Thank you our nerdy saviour, now will you please dispose of the foul creature?"

"Honestly, you're a Prince who fights mythical Dragons on a daily basis and yet you fear a common spider"

"First of all, that thing is huge, my dagger didn't even cut it in half, it merely pinned the monstrosity to the wall-"

"Yes and you were too afraid to remove it's dead body-"

"It should have been split in half!"

They continued arguing, while he stayed there with wide eyes. Starring at it, them and everything suddenly went quiet.

----

"-iety, ...move...ok?"

And then he was lifted onto the couch.

He blinked, completely unsure of what was going on.

"I need you to focus on me ok?"

He tried.

"Anxiety, you need to breathe"

He tried.

"Anx-hey, don't cry, you're alright, a lil' scraped up but you're ok"

He choked. Morality wrapped him in a hug.

"Shh, you're ok, you're ok, we'll just wrap up your hands, they'll be healed up in no time!"

----

He flinched when Logic applied rubbing alcohol, some antibiotic cream and wrapped his hands gently in some bandages.

He wasn't sure when the Teacher got there, or when Morality left or when Roman started Playing with his hair.

It took about 20 minutes for Anxiety to calm down.

Morality had apparently left to get blankets, cookies and grab DVDs, all within five minutes. Currently all of them were on the couch watching Aladdin.

He was leaning somewhere between Logic and Morality, while Princey was leaning on Dad.

Just when he decided to close his eyes and lean completely on the Parent...he found himself on a stairway.

----

"Really Thomas?" Deadpanned Anxiety.

The host winced, rubbing his neck sheepishly, "sorry about that"

The dark persona groaned and stood up streching, back popping in protest.

"So...", he yawned, "what happened to your hand?"

Thomas lifted up his right hand, fiddling with the white bandages.

"Cut my self chopping onions-"

"On the brightside you had a legit reason to cry about it"

"Haha, what happened to you?"

Now it was Anxiety's turn to lift his bandaged hands. He shrugged.

"Spider"

"What?"

"Long story", he held up a hand, "so, why'dya summon me kid?"

"Well..."

----

"Are. You. Kidding. Me?"

They stopped just outside Hot Topic.

"What? I told you I wanted new clothes-"

"You do know what this means, right?"

"I want a maximum of three black clothes only", the host held up his fingers, "three Anxiety",

"Fine, fine, but I'm slipping some midnight Purple in there"

"I don't mind Purple", he paused for a while as if considering-,"also no chokers"

"But-"

"None!"

"Fine, Ocean Trench Blue it is", sneered the trait with a pout.

"Of course, the bottom of the sea, why am I not surprised?"

-----

In the ended up with two shirts, a dark green jacket and three black pants.

Thomas had to admit, Anxiety had style.

Slowly the host drove back home, the Personality behind him was humming to what he was sure was and Evanescence song.

He was trying to remember what it was called when-

"Thomas, there's a dog, swerve!"

The manifestor did so without a  moment of hesitation. Sighing in relief when he saw a little brown and white dog pass safely across the road and into what looks like a park.

"Ok, where in the world did that dog come from?"

"No clue, I barely saw it"

"Thanks for the warning"

"You're welcome-dude, person!", his mumbles turned into a shout.

Thomas slammed on the brake.

'THUMP!'

The boys shared a panicked  look.

"Welp, we're going to jail"

"You are the worst"

----

Thomas stepped out of the car to see  just exactly how much damage he caused to the poor individual, Anxiety remained inside, much too anxious about having  probably killing someone.

He move to the front of the hood to sigh in relief, he didn't hit the person. His car was about a good 5 ft away from her but her purse was right under the vehicle.

Ah, so that's what made the 'Thud'.

The woman was curled on the ground, one arm coming up to protect her face while the other clenched onto what was obviously a twisted or sprained ankle.

The host swallowed thickly, she must have injured herself and fell when she saw the car coming.

He needed to apologize and help her.

"Um, excuse me miss, but-"

The woman lifted her head.

"Valerie?!"

"Thomas?!"

Anxiety popped his head out the window having heard the shouts.

"Dude, did you just almost kill Valerie?"

"Shut it Anxiety!" Shouted back a red faced host.

Thomas then turned back to Val, "Why in the world were you on the middle of the road?"

"No one was on the road at the time and I- my dog ran off and I went to chase after him-"

The host blinked, just having realised that the girl was right, there was no one else on the road, it was kinda creepy actually.

"Um that dog wouldn't happen to be brown and white would he?"

"Yes-"

"He almost killed your dog too!"

"Anxiety, shut up!" Thomas' voice went high pitched.

Valerie looked at him with wide fearful eyes.

"I didn't, I didn't", the manifestor held up placating hands, "he ran into a park, "tell you what, I'll help you find him and then I'll take you to the hospital, how's that sound?"

Valerie nodded, Thomas got up, went over to her purse to give it to her, before gently helping her stand on one leg.

He was about to ask her if he could just lift her to the car when Anxiety practically screamed.

*HONK HONK* BEEP*

Thomas paled, he knew that sound all to well.

Sure enough, an out of control eighteen wheeler came speeding their way.

----

Yeah, today was a good day.

* HONK HOONK!* *BEEP*

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AN:// It was going to be fluff but I accidentally screwed it up, sorry. Not feeling too good, my back is practically spasming in pain plus I screwed up my calculus final today so bad? Like, I went in, sat down, turned to the first question, "the hell is this?" I didn't even finish and the pure bull I wrote down won't even give me pity points. Im not getting more than a low F on that, I screwed that up beyond bad, my GPA just died and is currently getting burried, rip.
I wanna cry so bad rn? But I can't? So angst, here ya go. Literally past 3am rn but I can't sleep cause of back pain and anxiety, life.