Anxiety X Reader

A Fiery Debate With Logic

"You're the reason! I know you are it's always you!" Logic screeched suddenly, breaking into my room and pointing his finger at me. I chucked my phone down onto my bed, swivelling round in my chair to face him. I had just woken up after finishing helping Y/N unpack the night before and when I say help, I basically chucked everything into a drawer when she wasn't looking. She's sooo gonna kill me when she finds out...
I was glad to be in the peace and quietness of my room, but i was not glad to be greeted by Logic crashing down my door at 4 in the morning accusing me of God-knows what..

"What terrible sin have I committed  now Logan...?" I sighed, resting my chin on the back of the chair. His face went red in fury, pushing his specs back onto his face.

"I have reasons to believe that you are the cause of Thomas' stomach ache! It's you isn't it! You and your foul evil witchery!" He yelled, staring down at me. I held back my annoyance, but it was harder then a expected, I was still extremely tired.

"Whelp Sherlock, it doesn't take a genius to realise that I have nothing to do with digestion pains!" I growled. "Seriously Logan, where's your deductioning Patton Watson! He would've helped you get to that answer!"

Logan freaked out, spitting anger in my face. "Deductioning Watson! I don't need a deductioning Watson ! I'm a solo Sherlock!"

"Did someone say Watson..?" Morality skipped in wearing his Watson outfit. Logan's eye twitched slightly.
"Patton... GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS ROOM!!!" He roared, chasing him away.
"What you mean 'my' room.." I glared after him, sighing as they both ran out of sight, leaving my door open.

I sluggishly lazed my way to the door and was about to close it, when an all too familiar face popped up in front of me... Again...

"Well! Speak up Anxiety! I know you've done something this time!" Logic demanded, stopping me from closing the door. I stared at him, growling slightly.
"Are you actually being serious..." I tugged on the door, his foot lodged in place and a winning smirk on his face. I sighed slowly, rolling my eyes..

"Look... Is there anyway I could have some sort of a reasonable debate with you about this matter, and then you can leave me alone for the rest of today...?" I asked him dully, I know he loves debates. I remember the last time he had a debate with me he was practically happy all month, God if only that would've lasted..

His eyes lit up excitedly. "Actually, we can have a debate about this! Provided you join in of course..."

I huffed quietly. "As long as I can have peace for the rest of the day, then a debate it is.." I clicked my fingers.

Logic

When I opened my eyes, I found myself sitting at a desk in front of another desk, which behind it, sat Anxiety, looking pissed the fuck off. I glanced around, adjusting my eyes to the little light in the room. You could definitely tell this was Anxiety's dream space..

"Fine... Who's gonna start?" Anxiety asked, glaring deathly at me. Yep, he really doesn't want to be here...

"It literally feels like I'm being interrogated..." I muttered to myself, checking warily if I could spot any handcuffs or chains on the floor. He followed my eyes, raising an eyebrow.

"Get over it... I don't want to be here either and I would rather be killing you right now then speaking to you... So, seeing as though you didn't answer, I'll start..."
I listened intently as he cleared his throats then started to speak in his usual monotone voice. "You believe that I caused Thomas' stomach ache? Yes?"