Anxiety's POV
After that argument yesterday, Thomas' ego has been slowly draining out of him, making me have to show up more often. Even though I do like tormenting him, I honestly just don't feel like going to do my job just to sit on the stairs and mumble negative thoughts to Thomas.

Anyways, as I start to drag myself out from under my covers, I hear a loud thud come from the room down the hall. If I do recall correctly, that would be Princey's room. "Must of fallen out of bed," I mumble, throwing the sheets off of myself. I trudge over to my dresser to find a black shirt, black jeans, and my forever comfy black and dark gray hoodie. I go over to the bathroom connected to my room and change, humming an MCR song under my breath.

Prince's POV
Thud!

I awake with a start, my mind still recovering from the series of nightmares I had just experienced. I just haven't been myself recently. I just feel so... Idle, I guess. Thomas counts on Morality, Logic, and I to come up with wondrous suggestions and ideas, especially me! And with me being the way I am, I just feel so useless. Sometimes I wish I could just curl up in a ball and avoid everything...

Well, at least I know how Anxiety feels...

Anxiety's POV
I come out of the bathroom with my pajamas hastily folded and in my hands and begin walking back to my dresser. Yawning, I conclude that it's much easier to throw them on my bed and be done with them. So, I do.

I decide it's time to begin putting my eyeliner and eyeshadow on while I still have time. I take the two makeup products and move back into the bathroom. With the eyeliner pencil in hand, I begin applying it. It isn't long, however, until something has to go wrong with my somewhat decent morning.

Prince's POV
I swiftly but silently make my way down the hall and arrive at Anxiety's room. It has a keep out sign on the upper half of the door, making Anxiety's room seem more like a teenage girl's room than an adult personality's room. I knock on the door, hoping for any sort of response. Hearing nothing, I knock again.

Still... Nothing.

So, I finally speak up.

"Anxiety? Are you awake yet?" I whisper, begging silently to hear him respond.

The door creaks open slightly, one dark eye peering out of the slit and at me. "What do you want?" the hateful personality grumbles.

"I... I sort of had a nightmare," I say. "Well... Maybe more than one."

"So? What do you think I'm gonna do about it?" Anxiety questions in a husky whisper.

"Well, I was thinking we could talk... Maybe bond or relate? I haven't talked with Thomas for over 12 hours now... And I kinda need some help to get back on track," I explain to him.

There was dead silence for a while before Anxiety completely shut his door again. I sigh, knowing I have failed. Then, as I turn around to disappear and go sulk in my room again, I hear a quiet metal chain hit the inside of Anxiety's door. He had unlocked his door. I turn back around to face him, and he has his door wide open, having his arm outstretched beside him in an inviting manner. "Well? Are you gonna come in or what?" he says, growing impatient. I smile, feeling like I have achieved something big. And, in a way, I sort of have. I had earned Anxiety's empathy.

Anxiety's POV
I let Princey in, even though I'm reluctant to do so. He walks in with his royal red, velvet blanket and a small grin, which in turn makes the corners of my mouth slightly upturn. Once he is fully in my room, I close the door behind him, but leave it unlocked.

Soon enough, Princey begins sharing more and more about the reason he came to me in the first place. Halfway through, though, I come up with an idea. "Hey," I say. "Not trying to interrupt or anything, but which would you prefer? Eyeliner or eyeshadow?" I add on. He blankly stares at me. "What do you mean?" he quizzes me.

"If you wanna bond, or whatever, with me, then you should at least do something I actually like doing. I already take part in a lot of things you enjoy. So, which do you want? Eyeliner or eyeshadow?"

Silence falls among us.

"How about eyeliner?" he quietly replies.

I quickly flash a smirk at him before grabbing my eyeliner pencil. "Alright, hold still." is all I say to him before I start doing what I do best...

Making things darker.