He was being chased. 

Anxiety was running as fast as he could to get away. From what, he wasn't entirely sure, but he knew he had to get away from it still. 

He could hear it. 

It was loud. Loud enough to be heard over his heart, and his heavy steps. 

He was slowing down. 

He wasn't sure why. He tried to move faster, tried so hard to get his feet to move. He came to a stop, very suddenly. 

It was on him. 

Then he jumped up, awake in his bed, still unsure of what was real and what was just a silly nightmare. He looked around his room frantically, scanning for anything that may harm him. He found nothing, but was still panicking. 

He got out of bed, making his way out of his room and towards the closest room to him, that just happened to be Roman's. He considered walking further to find someone else, but took one look down the long and dark hallway and decided it wasn't worth it. He opened up the door to Roman's room, stepping inside and closing it behind him, standing with his back to it. 

"R-Roman?" He called, glancing around the room and wondering if this had been a good idea. He should have stayed in his room, why would Roman help him? 

"Who's in here?" Roman questioned, sounding tired and confused. 

"Uh, sorry, it's me. Anxiety." He paused, stepping a little further into the room. "I, er... I had a nightmare. I started to panic and came in here and, y'know what I'm sorry, I should go." He drew in a long shaky breath, ready to turn and walk out, when Roman called back to him. 

"Hey, it's alright." He assured, sitting up. Anxiety looked back at him again, and Roman beckoned him over. Anxiety nervously complied, moving to take a seat next to Roman on the bed. "Do you need to talk about it? Or just want a distraction?" 

"I don't know." Anxiety sighed. "I just... Don't want to be alone. Every night this week I've been having them, I just don't want to deal with them anymore." He stared at his hands on his lap, biting his lip to keep from crying. He didn't want to embarrass himself even more. 

He almost jumped when he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders, looking over to find Roman smiling at him. "You can stay in here if you'd like. I don't mind, if you think it will help. I could also walk you to one of the other's rooms, if you'd prefer not to stay with me." 

"No," Anxiety shook his head, looking up at Roman. "I don't want to bother anyone else. If you don't mind, I'd like to stay in here... Like I said I just... Don't want to be by myself tonight." 

"Of course I don't mind. Do you want to try and sleep again, or do you wanna sit up and talk for a while to distract yourself first?" Roman asked, and Anxiety thought for a moment. 

"I don't want to make you stay up any longer," He started. "But I also don't think I'm ready to sleep again." 

"Don't worry about me, if you think talking for a while may help you then I'm happy to talk." Roman smiled again, and Anxiety sighed and nodded. 

So, Roman started up a conversation, the both of them talking. It was Roman who said the most, but Anxiety was happy to listen, and keep himself distracted. After a little while he would also talk more, making jokes and teasing each other. An hour had passed since Anxiety had first come in there, and by this time the two were exhausted. They had ended up leaning against each other, Roman still with an arm wrapped around Anxiety. 

"Thanks for letting me stay in here..." Anxiety mumbled sleepily. Roman nodded. 

"If you ever have another nightmare or get scared, you can always come stay in here. Happy to have someone to talk to." He muttered back. 

"You're very... Nice." He yawned, turning to hide his face in Roman's shoulder. "Thanks, again." 

"You're welcome." He laughed, kissing the top of Anxiety's forehead as he drifted off. "Good night." 

"Night..." Anxiety whispered. 

Nightmares are just-so fun. Right? 

Also idk if I've mentioned it here or not but I've had a book for a little while called Bob's Babble Book But Better, if you'd like to you can read that. I basically just talk about random things I like, or thoughts that come to mind. I made the first one so that I wouldn't ramble on in ANs at the end of these and bother people who didn't wanna hear about it lol. Some of the things I talk about are 1. dogs 2. my strange love of sea slugs 3. remember my own sides I had? Yeah sometimes I write little things about them. 4. just random funny things that happen to me. I do post vents in there too sometimes but I try to keep it mostly lighthearted and I always put warnings if I'm gonna talk about something possibly triggering. 

Anyways, if you'd like to learn more about me (And sea slugs, I talk a lot about those) you can read those, and if you wanna talk I'm trying to respond to comments on there although I am still awkward so... You can always try and talk to me if you're interested? I dunno lol. 

I'll stop talking now and leave this here, my mom needs me anyways. Thanks for reading, I hope that you enjoyed this. *throws a present from a Santa sleigh with a ring pop inside* (thanks _fairly_local_loser_) Bye!-Bob