Nightmare Mode

Terror-fying

 Alright, so maybe this wasn't the best idea, but in my defense... Yeah, I've got nothing. I was sleep deprived? I should have listened to Anxiety when he told me to stop, I should have listened to Morality when he told me to get some sleep, I should have listened to Logic when he explained that I could finish going over the script before breakfast tomorrow if I set an alarm, but no... I just...

I handed control over to him and he went from concerned to concerning in 5.2 secs. The others fell to their knees from the power pulled from them, but I was too worried about Anxiety to spare it a thought. His face flushed and he swayed on his feet as his eyes rolled back into his head. I went to catch him, but he slipped through my arms and hit the ground anyway, which really made me feel stupid, but that's besides the point! He could be really badly hurt for all I know! Just thinking about it made my heart race in my chest much less looking at the cold hard results of my stupid decision.

He rose with a jolted stance, cracking his neck awkwardly to the side as void-like smoke swirled around his being, and dimmed the lights to an eerie extent. Wisps of thought grow from whispers to an assault of "WORTHLESS!!", "Hates you" and "you monster" each gritted out over the next to a punk-rock song with an intricate guitar riff playing in the background. He brushes his bangs out of his face and glares piercingly at us. "What the hell are you looking at."

He didn't question, raise his voice or even threaten with his tone like he usually does, but his words still ran chills down our backs. I try to make remind him of what we were doing before I accidentally knocked him out, "J-Just making sure you're okay, Anxiety. We've still got a lot of-" He cuts me off with genuine bout of laughter than leaves him practically breathless, "anxiety??? He's gone, you dumbasses. As for me? I'm Terror." he introduces himself and guides the smoke around his left hand which quickly solidified to inky black claws.

He stomps forward and I flinch which prompts Princy to grit his teeth against his fears and draw his sword, stepping between the two of us. "Leave him alone." Roman bellows with as much confidence as he can muster. Terror snorts and I notice that aside from his sword and practiced righteous facade my fanciful side is shaking like a leaf. With a clawed, half-hearted swat and a yawn, Terror shatters his sword and it's pieces char black as they fall to the ground. Now he's really quaking in his pixie boots. "Well that was pointless pretty boy." Terror sneers before plunging his hand into Roman's chest and pulling out his heart, Princy falls to his knees wincing immediately.

Running a single claw, tenderly across Roman's heart elicits a pained gasp from its owner. A sick grin twists up from a smirk across his face as he slowly sinks his claws into it, Roman coughs and hacks up some tar-like substance as his heart fades to the same black as Terror's darkness. Morality's overprotective side kicks in and he tries to rush Terror, but with a flick of his wrist, he clotheslines him with shadows. I grab Prince by the shoulders and try to help him cough it up, but he just sputters an apology at the sight of me. I tell him that it's not his fault. I tell him that everything's going to be okay and he tries to give me a sincere smile. Terror levels a glare that distinctly says 'bitch please' at me and sighs flinging Roman's heart over his shoulder.

The pathetic, black, bleeding thing zips back to Roman as quickly as it can as if it knows where it belongs and it will make him feel better. I almost feel hopeful for a second, but instead of reviving him, he freezes for a single horrible second before bonelessly collapsing to the floor. I actually manage to catch him and properly freak the fuck out. He's pale and his entire outfit turns gray in front of me. Logic rushes over and takes Prince into his arms, unlike me he actually remembers that anatomy class I took junior year. He runs through a few diagnostic things I vaguely remember from watching too much House and turns to me, "Uh... um... He's going to be fine, Thomas." He stutters not quite meeting my eyes. "Logan..." He starts tearing up, "I don't know! I just don't... None of this makes sense! I'm flying blind." He swings his arm dramatically and slaps Roman across the face, to which he gasps and coughs up more of that black crap.

"Wow, Logic. I'm humbled by your genius. Couldn't tell when a passed out guy choked on shit. Thanks for your medical expertise." Roman sneers uncharacteristically cutting Logan down sarcastically. "Roman, that was totally uncalled for!" I reprimand in sync with Morality, who is distracting Terror on the other side of the room. He scrutinizes a nail he cracked in is fall and whines, "Great... Now I'm the bad guy." Terror snorts, "Get used to it Rapunzel." He mock gasps, "Mother Gothel! And I'm offended! Besides..." he draws a onyx black broadsword out of the shadows and brandishes it boldly, "I'm no prince. I'm the goddamn King."  

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Hey there! It's your friendly neighborhood Writer here with the next chappie as promised! (but coytc, this updated quicker on your Ao3 than it did here. Why you do dis?) Well hello fair citizen! I'm so glad you asked! The reason is because.... fuck schedules! If I don't have a schedule then it's more like a random gift of a chapter than a chore and a job. Anyway! I have the outline of the next chapter prepped and you can expect it as soon as my evil professor LAY OFF with the back to back written assignments and I get the time to write it all out longhand! 

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