My Emo Nightmare

Patton's family

Anxiety's pov
I had an arm around Patton, him helping me stay up and vice versa. Logan was leading. He'd check the hallways before we rounded a corner to see if anyone was there.

We were almost out when someone grabbed the back of my shirt. I whipped around quickly to see it was the boy who tortured us.

"Please...... help?" He asked before stumbling backwards. He grabbed his head, as if he had a horrible headache before looking up again. This time, his eyes were red.

Me and Patton tried to run away but we were delayed, with us almost dying and everything.

Logan pulled out a sword and stood in front of us, facing the boy.

I could tell he didn't want to hurt him. The boy was only ten, and Logan hadn't hurt anyone before, as far as I know.

The boy glared at Logan before dissolving into thin air.

Logan paused to make sure he was gone, before turning around and motioning for us to keep moving.

We did, gladly.

After stumbling out of the castle, I wasn't sure how much farther I could go. I looked back to Logan who was just a few feet behind. "Logic?" I asked, careful not to use his real name.

He looked up at me.

"I don't feel to good...." I stated blankly.

Patton, who was walking a bit in front of me, looked back. "Kiddo, if you want we could take turns carrying you." He offered.

"No, it's not that. Just... how far is the base from our house? Maybe we could just spend the night there and head back here in the morning?" I suggested.

Logan hesitantly looked to Patton, "It's up to you."

Patton smiled at him and then to me, "I don't see why not. Everyone here will be asleep anyway."

I snapped and we popped back up in the living room. I stumbled over to the couch, laying down and essentially planing to pass out.

I heard Patton, "Kiddo, I know you want to sleep, but don't you think we should clean you up now so the cuts don't get infected?" He pointed out.

I opened my eyes, "If I die, I die. Now lemme sleep." I rolled over.

Patton's pov
I sighed and walked over to the bathroom and started looking in the cabinet. I pulled out some medical supplies and started to walk back to Anx but Logan stopped me.

"Lo...?"

"Just let him rest for a bit. He'll be more cooperative when he wakes up." Logan turned to head back to his room.

"Wait...." I followed him.

When he got to his room he loosened his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt, looking through his dresser. "Hm?" He asked.

"I.... uh.... could we...." I trailed off.

"Screw it." I whispered. Then I said a little louder, "I can't keep this conversation going until you put on a shirt."

He smirked playfully as he found a comfortable plain blue shirt and threw it on. "Why was that?" He asked.

"You... you know why." I fumbled.

He placed a hand on mine, "What did you want to talk about?"

"I was just wondering if you.... if you wanna do more of what we did last time?" I asked, my face burning.

He pulled me closer to him, "Sounds fun."

Princes pov
When Deceit left to order guards around, I considered what he'd said. He's right; I've got to help them. It's the only way they'll take me seriously.