A/N: Hi, I'm trying out something new for a fic idea, I flipped through the nearest book I could find and pointed at a sentence and I wrote a prompt about the sentence, "You can't just run away from your problems, someday you have to face them."
And that got me thinking,
What if Anxiety had to literally fight off Thomas's fears?The Traits were just relaxing after a day of working on a video when Anxiety froze in his spot, "Why now?! I Just wanted a days rest!" He complained as he got to his feet and focused on a dark corner in the room and called out
"I know you're here, come out so I can get this over with."
A snarl could be heard from the corner as a figure which looked human if you ignored the fact that their entire being was pitch black as if they were in dipped in liquid shadow, everything but their eyes which were a blood red and seemed to radiate hate and malice, the figure plunged a hand into their stomach and pulled out a sword that matched his being, pitch black.
Anxiety sighed like this was just a normal day and closed his eyes, his hoodie sleeves slowly grew and morphed into a superhero-like outfit of a sort, a strange form of black and silver like cloth but it shined like it was made of polished steel, the sleeves turned into a gloved suit and as if it was water the material seemed to trickle down to his legs and turned into the same type of material as the rest of his outfit, his hood was still on the outfit but when he put on the hood it morphed into a helmet of a sort with his face covered by a glass like material like a reverse mask,
He smirked and drew a sword out of thin air,"I don't have all day, so I'll make this quick."
The dark figure charged and attacked, Anxiety parried, they were a blur of black and grey but it was obvious that Anxiety had the upper hand, five minutes into the fight Anxiety managed to jab the shadowy figure in the abdomen, the creature fell and melted into the floor.
Anxiety removed his hood and wiped his brow, "That was a good workout, I haven't seen a fear with a sword before though, that was new."
He then turned and saw the others staring at him in shock. He looked like a caged animal, his suit retracted into his hoodie and his sword disappeared, "Guys I can explain."
Prince's face was a look of pure astonishment, "Anxiety... what just happened here and wHY THE HECK DIDNT YOU TELL US THAT YOU COULD SWORDFIGHT?! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I WANTED A SPARRING PARTNER FOR THE PAST TEN YEARS!!!"
Anxiety was taken aback by the sudden change in Prince's tone and he had the guts to laugh, "Well Princy you never asked so I didn't tell."
Prince looked as if he was given an unlimited amount of cookies, "I've never seen half of those moves and I know every single attack and parry known to Trait."
Anxiety shrugged it off, "I'm self taught."
Anxiety had to deal with a hour more of questioning before he finally retreated to his room.
*the next day because reasons*
Morality yelled up the stairs "BREAKFAST IS READY!!!"
Anxiety immediately ran out of his room and to Morality's shock, he jumped on top of the handrail of the stairs and it looked as if he was surfing down the railing, "Sup Mor."
A/N: and.... cut. I shall make a part 2
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