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Penraser - Anxiety

When Pen spirals into an anxiety attack, gripped by the fear of losing everyone he cares about and being left alone, Eraser steps in to comfort him—offering reassurance and a promise that he won't face it all by himself.

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Eraser had just pulled into the driveway, his heart already pounding with concern. Pencil had called him only ten minutes ago, her voice strained and unsure. Pen was having a meltdown, and she didn't know how to help. In a moment of panic, she had called Eraser—Pen's boyfriend—hoping he might know what to do.

Eraser hadn't hesitated. He dropped everything, grabbed his keys, and drove straight over. On the way, he stopped by the convenience store and picked up a box of Pen's favourite chocolates—the kind with gooey caramel centers he always saved for last. It wasn't a fix, but it was something. Something to show Pen he was loved.

When he knocked on the front door, Pencil opened it almost immediately. Her face looked drawn, eyes rimmed with stress.

"He's in his room," she said, stepping aside to let him in. She flopped back onto the couch with a heavy sigh. "It's just the two of us today. Marker's out with Tree and the others, Death P.A.C.T. stuff. I didn't know what to do, I thought calling you was best. Just... be there for him, okay?"

"I will," Eraser promised softly, giving her a small nod before heading down the familiar hallway.

Pen's door was slightly ajar. Eraser knocked gently, but when there was no response, he pushed it open slowly.

Pen was lying on his bed, face buried deep into a pillow, clutching it like a life raft. His body trembled slightly, and even from the doorway, Eraser could see how red and puffy his eyes were. The room felt heavy—like the air itself was weighed down with Pen's anxiety.

Eraser's chest tightened at the sight.

"I brought you chocolates," he said gently, stepping in and closing the door behind him.

Pen rolled over slowly. His eyes locked on Eraser's with a flicker of relief—tired, but unmistakable. "Eraser...?"

Eraser set the chocolates down on the nightstand and didn't waste a moment sliding onto the bed beside him. He wrapped an arm around Pen, pulling him close so their sides touched. The warmth of Pen's body, the tension in his muscles, it all said the same thing: I need you right now.

"Talk to me," Eraser murmured, voice soft and steady. "What's going on?"

Pen immediately pressed his face into Eraser's side, arms locking around him like he might fall apart if he let go. His whole body was shaking, and Eraser could feel the frantic beating of his heart.

"It's just... I'm so worried," Pen began, voice cracking. "I asked Blocky again if he wanted to hang out. I've been trying for months. But he keeps making excuses. He always says he's busy, or he's already doing something else. I don't know what I did wrong. Did I mess something up? Why doesn't he want to be friends anymore?"

Pen's words were coming faster now, more frantic. "I just miss how it used to be. You, me, Blocky, Snowball—back when we'd all hang out and be dumb and laugh about nothing. Now everyone's always busy, or gone, or distant. And I'm still here, wanting things to be how they used to be."

Eraser rubbed his back in slow, steady circles, trying to calm the storm building in Pen's voice. "Hey, hey. Breathe. I'm here, okay?"

Pen took a shaky breath, but it caught halfway through. "I know I have you, and I'm so lucky for that, but... I feel guilty, like I'm always clinging to you. You've got other stuff to do. I don't want to be a burden, and—besides, you're my boyfriend. That's not the same as having your friends around too..."