Mission Control, We Need Help

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Each trait had their own control room to control Thomas's thoughts, for some reason the control rooms had fused together and a strange new trait was now present, they were thin and looked like they hadn't eaten since they were created. The new Traits name was Anxiety and he hadn't left his control room since he was created in Thomas's teen years, he was fading and he needed immediate care or he would fade thus making Thomas not pay attention to the world around him and if he was gone Thomas would probably die within a week of him fading.

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