CREATIVITY || ROMAN

It was a mistake, okay? Well, more like a joke, but I think a mistake is what I need myself to believe.

It was a mistake, nothing more.

My footsteps were quiet as I walked down the hallway, I could've just appeared in the main room, but, I couldn't do it.

I shouldn't have done that, I really shouldn't have, Patton told me not to, but I couldn't let a perfectly good bet go to waste, could I?

Yes, I could've. My pride couldn't, that was my problem.

Oh well, he'll get over it, he always does. He's Anxiety, he's suppose to feel bad all the time, make others feel bad, it's his thing, he'll get over it.

I smiled as I met up with the other two traits, does that make me crazy? To know that I smiled after what I had done? Maybe, but that was me, bursting with ideas, imagination through the roof and a smile planted on my face.

I really can't help it, I'm just too filled with amazing ideas that I can't wipe the smile from my face.

"Did it!" I sang, sliding into the room with one of my hands drawn up while the other was held against my back. I bowed, as if it was the end of a theater performance.

"I figured." Logan smirked, adjusting his glasses for possibly the tenth time today.

Man, he really needs to get those fixed, glasses should not fall off your face that often, right? Well, guess I wouldn't know, I have perfect vision.

Patton, however, only acknowledged my presence with a huff and his arms crossed over his chest. His face had twisted into a mix of anger and a pout. I don't know what he was trying to, if I'm honest.

"That wasn't nice, Roman, and you know it. You need to apologize. Right. Now." I could tell he was trying to be assertive, but he couldn't, instead he sounded like a pouty child.

I laughed, walking over and patting him on the head like he was a dog. "Stop worrying, Morality, he's fine." I insisted, following Logan to the couch and sitting down.

Of course Anxiety was fine, he was used to it, he worried about everything anyway, it's not like what I said changed his normal behavior. He's still a menace, he still ruins everything, just sucks the fun out of it. I've done nothing wrong here.

I'm the good guy, good guys don't do bad things.

Patton wasn't buying anything I was saying, his arms were still tightly crossed and pressed against himself like he was giving himself a hug. I don't say anything more, and neither does he.

He doesn't talk to me the rest of the night.

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I wake up because of the bang. I don't know where the bang came from, but I know there was a bang. Thomas was most likely still asleep, since we just live in his head, we don't really have much control over when he sleeps and such. We come when he calls, he's awake when he calls.

I used to think he never slept, but Logan disproved that theory like he's disproved nearly every other one.

Back to the bang, there was another. This one was quieter, more muted by the somewhat thick walls we have- they needed to be thick if they were going to hold someone's personality traits.

Bang, bang.

They get softer, almost like it's just someone walking. I shouldn't worry about it, it's probably just Anxiety staying up all night. His laptop fell, maybe a cup of water, maybe something else. He most likely tripped while worrying about waking us up.

The idea to go see if he is okay is bizarre to me, foreign, it confuses me. Since when do I look out for him? Granted, I'm not a trait that is known to fend for only himself, I'm not a lone wolf, I like having a team. I just like being the center of attention.

Is that so wrong?

My new idea is to stay in my warm bed and try to go back to sleep, ignoring the continuous small bangs that go on for what seems like hours.

I'm still the good guy, its not the good guy's job to worry about everyone, its not their job to keep everyone happy. Their job is to just do good. That's what I'm doing. I'm doing good.

The guilty fog clears in my head long enough so I can sleep with a smile on my face.

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It's morning, and I don't know why I'm standing outside his door, an apology waiting in my throat and my hand having an aching to knock.

Have I mentioned I get my worst ideas in the morning? No? Well, I think it's a bit too late for that now.

I don't remember knocking, I don't remember telling myself to do that.

"Anxiety?" I don't remember letting myself speak either. Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea. Wow, look at that, I'm turning into him even. Stop that, Roman. You're better than that.

Smile, Roman, smile. Move back, too, don't get too close to the door, remember the last time you all were in there, it wasn't good. This is different, knock again. Good idea, good idea, good idea. That's right, repeat it and believe it.

I hear shuffling, that's all, just shuffling. Another knock, this time it's followed by a groan.

The door opens, quickly and suddenly he's there, glaring at me with such an intensity.

"Alright, Princey, I'm gonna ask you for the third day in a row. What the hell do you want?"

Nerves crept throughout my body at the sound of his voice, I shifted my weight from leg to leg, and I couldn't look him in the eye.

"I-I," That stutter was never a part of the plan, what is he doing?

The room, I tell myself, it's his room that's bringing it all out. I'm fine.

"I wanted to apologize about what I said yesterday, it was kind of rude and-"

He says "Okay." And closes the door, more shuffling is heard, then it's quiet, he must be asleep.

It's at this moment that I realize I have been left alone in the hallway, so I head back to my room.

I apologized, I did the right thing, no one can bother me about it now, I'm the good guy, I don't do bad things. I'm handsome, dashing, charming, easily better than everyone else, yeah, I'm a good guy.

I fall back asleep without a single worry in my head.