My Emo Nightmare

A little bit of magic and the fight against the odds

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Anxiety's pov
I'm worried.

I know, shocker right?

It's just that... after Morality was caught by Logic, and we all know they'd make a good couple, I cleaned up the ice cream.

Someone came in after, while I was doing the dishes. Of course, I was to busy to see who.

"You don't have to do those, you know."

I jumped and whipped around.

"Oh Prince. And here I thought it was someone important."

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Prince rolled his eyes and picked up a towel.

"You wash, I dry."

I looked up in genuine confusion, "Why?"

Prince started to dry. "I've got nothing left to do. All my Princley duties are done and Thomas is asleep."

"Of course he's asleep, it's midnight." I hit him with the towel but gave it back to him.

He glared at me, "That and the fact that you gave him a panic attack. He must be exhausted." He yanked the towel back.

I wanted to shout, 'He's not the only one affected by these stupid attacks! Every time he gets one, I die a little! Every time he's lying on the floor breathing hard, I'm throwing up my guts! Those ones that last less? That because I pass out! I get so sick that I feel like death would feel better than those!'

Of course I never said that though. He doesn't deserve the satisfaction of knowing I'm hurting. It'd just make him hurt me more.

"Why are you up?" I asked, cleaning a cup.

He stayed silent.

I put the cup down. "What's going on Sir Sings a Lot?"

He looked confused, "What do you mean?"

I gave him a look that said I knew he was lying. "You can't lie to a master liar."

He glared at me suspiciously but sighed, "I just... have trouble sleeping."

I looked at him and in a semi sarcastic tone said, "Why not just wish your problems away?"

"How on middle Earth would I wish away nightmares?"

Nightmares, huh?

I was about to explain to this idiot that sarcasm was a thing when I remembered, "Thomas's dark corner of his mind. In every host there is a spell caster that grants wishes for a price."

His eyes had hope in them as he set a dish down and looked at me. "Where exactly is this sorcerer?"

"Wanna go on an adventure, Cinnamon?"

"Sounds swell, Hobbit."

I glared at him, "We're like the same height."

He looked down at me, "You wish, shorty."

I rolled my eyes and pulled him out of the kitchen.

I dragged him all the way to the dark corner of Thomas's mind.

He complained the first few minutes but when I explained how long it usually took to get there, he shut up. Then, for the heck of it, I threw in what he did the day we met.