Forest of Fears [Thomas Sanders fanfiction(Prince x Anxiety)]

Panic

Anxiety jumped awake, a loud noise startling him. He looked around blearily; there was something in front of him. He was leaning against it. Another loud noise made him jump. It sounded like something big falling. The ground underneath him was shaking. He was definitely awake now, attentive enough to know that the thing in front of him was Roman. Enough to realize that he hadn't seen the royal's sword since they almost died, and to know that if something was coming, they would need to move now. 

He shook Roman quickly, whispering that they needed to get up and move. He ignored how familiar this situation seemed, swallowing his panic and helping the confused and tired prince to stand. He led Roman away from the noise that was gradually getting closer, getting out of the way just in time for a large group of spiders to run by. 

"We'll probably be hiding from them for a while..." Anxiety muttered, frowning. Roman leaned heavily against him, barely keeping his eyes open. 

"Did you get my sword?" He mumbled, looking over at Anxiety. He chewed his lip nervously, knowing he would have to tell the truth. He was scared of Roman getting mad, but then again, he never had before when Anxiety messed things up. He decided he had bigger things to worry about. 

"I think I lost it back when you got injured... I didn't see it any where." He admitted. Roman was silent for a while. 

"Great," he huffed, and Anxiety winced. "Guess there's nothing to do about it now. Let's just hope whatever happens in our next challenge it doesn't involve fighting anything." 

"Right..." He sighed. 

It took a while, but eventually all of the spiders had passed by, and the two were alone again. Roman had slowly woken up as they sat and watched, but still looked as though he could fall asleep at any moment. 

"You alright to keep moving?" Anxiety questioned, looking over at him as the final giant passed. "I'd like to hurry up and find this final challenge, but if you're still tired or hurting, we can rest here for longer. I'll stay up and watch, to be careful." 

"I'm fine." Roman nodded. "Happy to keep going, we've already wasted too much time because of me anyways..." 

Anxiety shrugged. "It was my fault you got hurt. I should've been careful." 

"Let's not argue over this when we could be moving." Roman frowned. "Let's just put it behind us. It's neither of our faults." 

"Okay..." Anxiety reluctantly agreed, and the two walked on. Anxiety found himself getting lost in thought as they went. 

Their day so far had certainly been eventful. They had a really close call, and Anxiety was glad that they had made it out, but this of course brought the thought asking what might have happened if they hadn't made it out of the way. Surely they would be dead by now. The only reason they weren't yet was luck. Out of all of the times they could have been killed out here, it was surprising they were alive. 

What happens when their luck runs out? 

What happens the next time they're both asleep, too lost to the world to hear danger before it arrives? What happens now that Roman's sword was gone, when they come across something too fast to run from, too strong to fight without a weapon? What happens next? 

He had no idea, neither of them could possibly know. For all they knew they were drawing out the inevitable. The chances of dying out here were too high, and without a weapon there was almost no chance of making it out alive. Anxiety hadn't noticed that he was so wrapped up in thought he had stopped walking, didn't notice that he wasn't breathing, or that Roman had stopped too and was in front of him. He didn't realize it until he heard Roman tell him he needed to breathe, and felt hands resting on his shoulder. 

Roman kept repeating himself, telling Anxiety to just breathe, that things would work out okay. Anxiety couldn't breathe though, couldn't do anything but listen to his thoughts as they told him he would die out here. He felt his chest burn, his body screaming at him to take a breath, but he couldn't. His vision blurred, turning quickly black and his body fell limp as he passed out. 

AHHHHH I ONLY HAVE TWO MORE CHAPTERS LEFT TO WRITE FOR THIS 

It should probably take me about 2 more weeks for this to be completely updated (Unless I get impatient and decide to upload it daily which I've done a couple of times before). I'm so excited though, this will be the fourth book I've completed, and the first one I'll complete for the Sanders' Sides. I'll... probably end up talking a lot about my plans for future books at the end of this one, so if you're interested and like my writing I'd greatly appreciate it if you'd read that at the end. 

I really wanna say thanks though. When I had the idea for this book I had only just gotten into watching Thomas Sanders youtube videos, and was honestly terrified to begin writing for a whole new fandom. I had only ever written for one, and I'm so glad I decided to do this because I've had a ton of fun. I also know at least one person who's reading this because they also liked my old fanfiction from my old fandom, and I'd like to thank them for sticking with me. Thanks to all of you. I'll stop my babbling now and upload this, I really hope that you enjoyed it. 

Thanks so much for reading. Bye!-Bob