Sanders Sides One-Shots

Angel

Warnings: Some self-hatred, a panic attack, extreme cuddling, and fluffiness

Ship (if any): Platonic Analogical

Anxiety let out a strangled gasp and sat bolt upright in bed, clutching at his chest and trembling hard. His eyes were swimming with tears and he looked around his room, jumping at every small noise and flicker in the shadows, conjured up from his own mind. He whimpered and drew the covers tighter around himself, shivering and trying to stay quiet. He didn't want to wake up the others.

They'll just think you're a nuisance. They hate you anyways, why would they want to help a piece of dirt like you? Anxiety stifled a sob and buried his head in his knees, rocking back and forth and trying to remember Patton's advice from the last time he had an attack, but the voices were too loud.

Useless, worthless, unwanted, you're just a disorder. No one wants or cares about you.

"No no no," Anxiety whimpered, covering his ears and shaking.

Thomas would be better off without you. Roman could be more creative, Patton would be happier, and Logan... Logan wouldn't have to worry about your sorry a$$ so much. Anxiety's chest tightened and he felt like he couldn't breathe, his eyes widening as his heart pounded in his chest. He fell back against his pillows and curled up into a tighter ball, shaking and whimpering, praying that the attack would be over. Anxiety tried to get up out of bed but he was shaking so badly that he just fell on the floor. He laid there, eyes clenched shut, even long after the attack had passed.

"L-Lo..." was the first thing Anxiety croaked as he struggled to his feet. Tears streamed down the dark trait's face as he stumbled to the door, clutching his chest where his heart would be and opening the door. The shadows seemed to pull harshly and whispers things to him as he staggered past them, telling him to go back, that he was worthless and he was just causing trouble for anyone, but he couldn't turn back now.

Logan groaned as there was a loud knock at his door and sat up, rubbing his eyes tiredly and reaching towards his night table to fetch his glasses. When he put them on he read the clock, which told him that it was nearly four in the morning. Logic growled softly under his breath and swung his legs over his bed, prepared to give the person at his door a piece of his mind.

Swinging the door open, he snapped, "Do you know what time it is?! I'm trying to- Wait; why are you crying?" In front of Logic stood a trembling Anxiety, makeup-free face streaked with tears and his nails digging into his own chest. Logan's eyes softened and he pulled Anxiety into a gentle hug, frowning as he felt Anxiety trembling beneath him. Anxiety started to sob and Logic grimaced, picking up the other aspect with surprising ease and setting him down on his bed.

"Another bad dream?" Logan asked softly getting into the bed next to Anxiety and nuzzling into his shoulder, carding his fingers through his hair as he tried to get him to calm down. Anxiety nodded and clung to Logan, finding comfort in having something to hold onto and buried his face in Logic's shoulder.

"I-It was so awful... The four of us, you, me, Princey, and dad were all in a room together. Y-You all started laughing at me. T-Then you disappeared, and I was a-all alone! I tr-tried to call for you but you wouldn't c-come!" Anxiety managed to stammer out between sobs. Logan hugged Anxiety tighter, tears of his own threatening to brim.

It was the same nightmare Anxiety had been having for months. The first time he had it, Logic had found him crying on the living room couch. They'd had a silent pact since then that Logan would help Anxiety whenever he had that nightmare, or any nightmare at all. Logan pressed his lips against Anxiety''s sweaty forehead and sighed.

"It's not real, Anx. I'm right here, okay? You're all right. I promise I won't leave you alone," Logic murmured against Anxiety's hair. Anxiety went quiet, which scared Logan, but he noticed that he had stopped shaking and nuzzled his nose deep into his shoulder, eyes closed and almost content. The two traits laid in silence for a moment, Anxiety nuzzled into the crook of Logic's neck, his eyes, fluttering sleepily, while Logan ran his fingers through his hair and rubbed his back gently.

"I think you're an angel," Anxiety whispered, humming slightly and smiling. Logan snorted, making Anxiety sigh. "I'm serious, Lo. I think you're my guardian angel or something. No one cares but you... No one helps but you..." Anxiety continued, his voice thick with sleep. Logan opened his mouth to reply but so sound came out. He really had no idea how to reply to something like that. Logan was no angel, that much was clear! But... did Anxiety really think of him as one? Logan smiled down at Anxiety's now sleeping form and sighed softly. Alright. He could play the angel. For a little while, at least...