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Pinxiety - jogurting without straw (part1)

~ ~ pov Anxiety ~ ~

"... Is that why Princy spat jogurt at me, yesterday?..."

I can't believe it! He took ME for this...why me? Morality would have done it too, ok...tho, I doub Logic would've agreed on doing it...but...uhrg...I don't know, why should I know?!...

~ ~ time skip to anxiety's disappearing in the video~ ~

I stepped up to my room in a fast pace, so I don't had to handle Dad's overwhelming worrys...that's the least I would need...I felt so humiliated by HIM,...again...
why dose this ripoff of a filthy copy-disney price always had to be spoken good, while I'm the 'one true villain'?!? That's not fair!! It's good when the others do their jobs, but oh, when I do mine it's more than just wrong .
Well,... I'M SORRY IF I'M THAT BIG OF A THREAD!!

I stopped in place noticed just now my heavy breathing, nor how hard it was shaking. Tears where forming, but didn't flow...

. . .

"...am I really that big of a burden, for all of you...?..."

. . .

I felt how some tears slowly found their way down my cheeks...

Not now!

I started to move again, and this time, I ran into my room, more and more tears running with me, while the shaking started to get worse as well. As soon as I reached my own space, my whole body was shaking like an earthquake, and I shut my door with a loud thud. I leaned at the wooden door, and slided down, until I was hugging my knees, than I let it flow...now no one could heard me....

"...I really am just some dumb venomous death-trap..."

~ ~ time skip brought to you by MCR cuz they're awesome ~ ~

I somehow calmed myself a little...still, small sobbs could be heard.

"Dose really no one like me?..."

"Knock, Knock?" , I heard someone saying, overlapping with the knocking sound on the wooden piece.

"What do you want?.."
I said, still a bit cracking in my voice, but I guess, I hid it well...

"You're supposed to say: 'who's there? ' , kiddo"

"Geez, fine...'who's there?' "

"William."

"Uhrg...'William' who??"
I rolled my eyes, when I growled.

"William- aybe come, eat some cake with us?"
I had to cringe to Morality's bad joke. Unlike others, he makes an afford to make me feel better...

"Nah...I'll pass"

"Oh c'mon, Anxiety, don't be so anxious about it!"

"Oh god...really? "
I asked, he really IS trying to make me feel better...

"fine, but only if it stop your horrible jokes..."
I said opening my door and stepping out of my peace and quiet.

I made my way to the kitchen in Thomas' mind, where his stove is really used. The smell of freshly backed cake, sneaked into my nose. And I heard, the voices of the other two, with that of course, also our little airhead price of self love. I knew he would sense that I just had an attack, but when I'm good at something, for once, than it's hiding that from everyone...

I sat down, already feeling the narrowing glare from our sir sing-a-lot, but I couldn't take it bad, for I am the villain afterall...
I heard a thud, a little 'hey' and than a "sorry...", while a piece of cake, on top of a little plate, was placed in front of me. I looked up in confusion,

"since when do you apologize...?"

"I always do! I am, maybe to the miss knowledge of yours, a gentleman! "

I snorted.

Like he's going to be like that to me...

"To me? I have never seen it..."

I leaned over the table a bit, just so the cake doesn't touch my clothes, as it seems there's something on it, and my face had a dark expression.

"Well than, I made myself not clear enough or you just didn't wanted to know"

He said, leaning back and crossing his arms, while smirking victories. I stood up, keeping my gesture, and found my way to the kitchen doorway.

I just couldn't bear that mockingly sarcastic comment off his

"...I think, I'd really rather pass that one out...sorry dad..."

I put up my hood, my hands in my pockets, and found my way back to my room. On the way I heard Princy yell,

"But my dear, your cake!"

again in this mocking manner of his. GOD! I hate this!

I couldn't care less, about that dirty piece of cake, at the moment.

~ ~ pov Princy ~ ~

"Well than, I made myself not clear enough or you just didn't wanted to know"

I said, with my trademark smile, I have to look good, to say the least. But suddenly, Anxiety got up and left.

...he didn't even had a chance to look at his piece...

"But my dear, your cake!"

I said louder, but no response.

Dose he really hate me? Or is he just trying to tease me, in a bad habit?

Morality snaped me out of my thoughts, with snipping in front of my face, while I look after my deary.

"Roman!! What are you thinking about? "

"Oh, sorry, it's just...does it really seem like, I don't like him? Or is he just getting the wrong signals about me?"

"Well it depends on, how he is resiving your so called 'signals'. You always clame to, quote on quote, 'not like him', if you said so yourself"

Logic had thrown at me, and, oh my...

"Pffft, that's ridiculous! I could never hate him!"

I said, putting an other very special piece on Anxiety's plate.

"Why are you being so sure abou-...oohhh..."

I caught logic off guard, while holding the plate, so that he could read what's on them, but they won't fall down. The first piece I gave him had the letters 'ILY' which should explain itself. Than the second piece contained the two words, and one symbol of 'do you?'. Morality squeaked and bounced through the room.

"I have to tell him!! You have to tell him!!"

He said, while squeaking it, like the little fanboy, that he is. Logic and I looked at him, my stare being glued on him, while I put the cake pieces in the fridge, with a slight blush.

"Noo! That is indeed the only thing I can't do! That's why I wanted him here with me, in the kitchen, so he'd see the message and go crazy over it. Not literally, Teach!"

"Wishful thinking..."

He just mumbled into his cup of coffee. So we all startet to eat the rest of the jogurt-cake, and it was definitely more than delicious, well what other to expect from me. But Thomas never asked me for cook or bake advice.

I hope he's going to see the cake I left him in the fridge, and that Patton doesn't eat the cake!

...okay, no! I decided that it was too risky to let it unguarded, so I got it to Anxy's room.

- end of part one -