Sanders Sides One Shots

Mantra Part 2

*Trigger warnings-self harm mentions, at one part they think suicide happened*

They did notice, they just didn't know what to say. What do you say to someone when their only release was pain. What did you say when you caused the pain. How do you help? Is there even a way to help? 

Morality decided to go knock on Anxiety's door, to try helping him. There was no response. He knocked again. There was no response. This time he knocked louder, fearing what may be on the other side of the door. There was no response.

"ROMAN! Get over here!" Morality screamed, fear coursing through his veins.

"What is is?" Roman asked when he got there, confused as to why Morality looked so pale.

"Please break open Anxiety's door. He's not answering and it's locked," Morality said, trying to control his fear, hoping for the best, but believing the worse.

Roman's eyes widen and the blood rushed from his face at those words. He started to kick at the door for what seemed like forever until he got a good kick in and the lock broke, causing the door to swing open. 

Roman took a few steps back, slid down the wall, and cried. He couldn't hide the relief that Anxiety was fine, his music was just turned up too loud to hear anything that was going on.

"What the hell?" Anxiety asked angrily, looking at his broken door, but calming down when he saw that Roman was crying and Morality looked sick.

"Are you guys ok?" he asked concern coating his voice.

"We should be asking you that?" Morality said, the fear slowly leaving.

"What do you mean by that?" Anxiety asked confused.

"We saw the bandage on your hand." was the answer Morality gave as if testing the waters. 

"It's nothing don't worry about it," Anxiety answered with a smile as he lied because he was afraid, to tell the truth.

"No, it's not, this isn't the first time, it's not even the tenth. It's not accidents, it's not fine, and we will worry about it," Morality said firmly. 

Anxiety snapped, "You care now?!? After all this time?!? It's too late!!" He screamed and then as the tears came he whispered, "Do you know how many times I've cried at night? How many times I thought no one cared? How broken I've felt? Now you decide to care, why now?" 

Morality felt horrible, he should have done something, he should have helped earlier, but he didn't and there was no going back. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't know what to do, none of us did, but we're willing to learn," 

Anxiety lifted his head and looked Morality in the eye, "Ok,"

They did learn. The learned what to say. They learned how to stop causing the pain. They learned there is a way to help.