Between Dreams | Sander Sides Story

Chapter 1

(Roman/Princey POV)

My sword was clutched in my hands. I clenched the handle as the dragon-witch approached. It's body currently resembled a dragon. It was not a typical dragon. It was almost canine like. They were the size of a typical wolf. They growled at me as I approached. My sword was raised, ready to swing at any moment. I gazed into the creature's eyes. My body stopped. I recognised those eyes but from where. Unknowingly, my arms lowered allowing the beast to attack.

I jolted upwards. My body was in a cold sweat. I wiped away the sweat from my brow. I hadn't noticed I had been hyperventilating until now. I tried to catch my breath.

I was in my room made for a king well prince. Everything was made from the finest materials created in Thomas's mind. I reassured myself that it was all a dream but I knew all too well that wasn't true. I have had the same nightmare for months. It comes and goes. The first time I had it I woke up all the personas. All the ones that Thomas is aware of and those he isn't.

A group of them rushed to my aid. I convinced them that I was fine when I wasn't sure myself. Patton was always the first one to lend a helping hand. It helped that his room was two away from mine.

The rooms were organised with what their main job was, for example: Logan's, Patton's and mine were all together as we focused on some of the main parts of Thomas's brain. Anxiety was with other not so pleasant personas.

Tonight no one came. I should have half expected it by now. I got up and left my room. I traipsed down the long, dark hallway. The floor boards creaked as he applied pressure to the flooring. I thought it was about time for some renovating. I would bring it up to Logic when I next see him.

The room at the end of the hall was slightly ajar. Someone had to be in the control room, I thought to myself. I crept over and peeked inside. Anxiety slouched on a black armchair, his limbs dangling over the edges. He was barely visible in the dim room. The only light was from the screen before him. Thomas was on the screen. He was laying in his bed staring straight up at the roof. Virgil was keeping Thomas up like usual.

I leaned forward, accidentally pushing the door forward. The door creaked. Anxiety jumped out of his seat and turned to look the door. His body was shaking and his faced showed me that I frightened him. Once he recognised it was me, he began yelling at me. "Why are you here? Why were you sneaking up on me?". His left eye twitched as he spoke. His anger left his system quickly when he remembered everyone else was asleep.

He wasn't used to being around people at this time. He was usually the last on up. He always had night shift which explains Thomas's struggle to fall to sleep. He flopped back into his chair and continued his job.

"Do you like we have personas in us as Thomas does?" I ask. I thought it was a good question.

"Let's not think about that" Anxiety said.

I thought he would be into topics like that because it's a type of question that he would ask us but I guess not. His eyes remained glued to the screen. I had never seen Virgil work so hard. I didn't know he worked this hard. He woke up so early and went to bed so late. He was always working. I don't think I have ever seen him off work. I'm pretty sure he lives in the control room. He never leaves the workroom and if he does it's after hours. He had said on multiple occasions that he doesn't like working hard was that seemed like a façade.

I punched in for work. I flipped though the older sign in's and Anxiety hadn't signed out in three days. Either he had forgotten to signed out or he hasn't stopped working for three days.

Every time I had entered in the previous days I would always catch him napping. I would wake him up and accuse him for being lazy and sleeping on the job but he had to in order to function. He never complained when I disturbed his slumber. At least not more than usual and he never stated to any of us that he has been working constantly. If this was anyone else they would be worn out by now.