Chemical Imbalances --- Prinxiety (Prince X Anxiety)

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-Anxiety-

I told myself that I would go outside today.

I told myself I would get out of bed, open my bedroom door, make my way to the control room, and pop up in the real world for the first time in...well...a long time.

Obviously, seeing as the clock on my nightstand now reads 11:37 pm in bright, blaring red figures, that plan backfired.

It's been two weeks since the last time I was outside Thomas' mind. In those fourteen days, he had not once summoned me or even asked for my advice on his problems like he usually does. Granted, my advice usually includes much self doubt and making him feel shitty about himself in general, but can you blame me? I'm the literal embodiment of Anxiety. It kind of comes with the name.

I was thinking about leaving earlier. I actually pulled away the covers and found myself standing before the dark oak door of my room with a hesitant arm outstretched in waiting - waiting for what, I'll never know. A sign? A message? Was I waiting for someone to give me permission to let myself out?

Five minutes later, I was laying atop my black-and-white duvet eating potato chips and re-watching Shingeki no Kyojin episodes, instead. I laughed to myself as Eren bit down on his hand, blood spurting out as he began his transformation. I glanced at my own hand. Wouldn't it be weird, if...?

"Knock knock, Anxiety. I just came over to-" Prince came bursting through the door only to stop dead in his tracks upon seeing me with widened eyes and my hand in my mouth. I felt my whole face flush as I sat straight up and yanked my arms to my sides, ever so subtly trying to wipe them on my jeans. Eren's screams were the only thing piercing the dead silence that hung in the air.

Then Princey laughed.

"What on earth are you doing?" He spat out in between giggles. "Is that some new emo ritual you found on Tumblr?"

I felt myself glare daggers.

"No."

Prince laughed even harder at my response.

"So you were doing that all by yourself?"

"...it's not like that-" I tried to stammer out before my breath hitched. Prince was laughing harder now, and I couldn't help but hear it echo throughout my head like it was mocking me.

"Ahhhah..~" The fanciful side had finally calmed himself down enough to speak. "Well, I came in here to ask you about your share of the work for this week's video. Is it done yet?"

My eyes widened as I spoke my fears aloud.

"That was supposed to be done for...-?"

"-tomorrow," Prince finished for me, all the previous humor completely drained from his system. He sighed. "You have at least started it, haven't you?"

I could hardly hear his question over the thoughts forming in my head. Prince just barges in here without a single care in the world...and doesn't even bother to ask where I've been for the past two weeks...

"Y-Yeah...its not that far along, but I was actually going to go work on it earlier before-" I tried to speak with composure only to have Mr. Perfect interrupt me once again.

"I don't see you working on it, Anxiety," he said, rolling his eyes in irritation. That sent an odd pang to my chest.

"I-I said I was g-going to-" My stuttering got worse the more I tried to explain.

"How about you pull your weight for once, huh? Don't make the rest of us have to cover for you just because you're too lazy to make yourself useful." And with a flourish of a hand, Prince was gone.