Maybe {Logicality}

Flashback (Virgil's POV)

(My final marching season is over...)
(Also, the uniforms (above) we wore for competitions were the same ones we've worn for the past three years and I'm not sad to see them go.)

T.W.: panic attack

19 years ago

Stop yelling. Stop yelling. Stop yelling!

"Go away Anxiety! You're not helping!" Creativity shouted, "Thomas doesn't need to worry over this audition!"

I glared at him. The thing is, I didn't want to be here either. I couldn't leave until Thomas calmed down. But I couldn't tell them that. No no no, I can't speak. Not to them. No.

"Anxiety, you do not need to be here, you are causing unnecessary stress right now," Logic said, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I quickly shrugged his hand off and shook my head.

"Kiddo, why don't you-"

Patton, who was actually properly wearing his cardigan, was interrupted by Princy.

"Guy's! It's time!" He squealed.

I flinched and tried desperately to sink out. After a few moments I was back in my room.

I couldn't breathe. It was all too much. Thomas's nerves have calmed for now, but it'll be way worse waiting for the results.

Ah, yep. Here it is.

Did I do well?
Will I get the part?
What if they didn't like me?
What if I failed?
I think I messed up.
And my singing was awful.
Oh god, I'm not going to get the part.

These thoughts and more echoed through my room. I never knew if the others heard them too, but at this point I was in a full blown panic attack.

There was ringing in my ears and voices in my head. Tears fell heavily onto my bed. I was filled up with a feeling of dread. There was nothing more to be said.

"Anxiety? Kiddo?" A voice said right outside my door. Morality. He always came to check on me after Thomas did something that made him anxious.

I covered my mouth and squeezed my eyes closed. He usually just leaves. I don't want him to find me like this. My door opened.

"Hey kiddo, I don't mean to bother you but- Anxiety are you okay?"

I didn't respond. I couldn't respond. I just layed on my bed shaking and crying.

"Anxiety?" He placed a hand on my shoulder. I yelped and flinched violently, falling off my bed and hitting the floor hard.

"Anx!" Morality yelled quietly. He rushed over and knelt down next to me, but thankfully didn't touch me again, "Anx, are you okay?! W-what's happening?! Are you hurt?!"

I shrunk back into my hoodie. Too many questions. Too loud. Too much. This is bad bad bad bad bad.

"H-hey kiddo, can you breathe nice and slow for me?" He said, lowering his voice, "In for four, out for four."

I tried to follow him, but I couldn't breathe. I felt myself starting to black out.

"Anx? Anx, h-hey it's o-okay," Morality suddenly pulled me to his chest and wrapped his arms around me. I heard him muttering, "I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do..."

I buried my face into his chest. He smelled like cookies and sweets. My breathing started to even out.

"A-Anxiety?" Morality said after a moment, "a-are you okay now kiddo?"

I nodded 

"D-do you want me to leave?" He asked. I shook my head.

He sighed in relief, "okay kiddo."

We sat there for a while, not saying anything. Morality grabbed a blanket off my bed and wrapped it around the two of us. My eyes fell closed, almost falling asleep.

"Hey kiddo?" Morality said. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. "Do you- do you get... those... often?"

I paused, then nodded.

"Oh, Anx... all those times and I- I never-" Morality cried, "Anx I'm so sorry,"

I shook my head. No, he doesn't need to apologise, it's not his fault.

"Oh, kiddo..."

I tucked my face into his chest again, "i-i-its-s n-not y-y-your f-fault..."

"Y-you spoke," Morality said, a smile creeping into his face, "I'm so proud of you!"

I smiled a little too, "t-t-th-than-thanks Mor-morality,"

He giggled, "call me Patton, kiddo,"

"P-patton..." I said, "I l-like th-that n-name,"

"Thanks kiddo!" He smiled, "but what happened... y-you were shaking a-and crying..."

"I-it was a p-panick- a panic at-tack." I stammered.

"Oh... oh kiddo, why?"

"T-thomas g-got nevous a-and C-creat-tivity w-was y-yelling a-and every-everything w-was t-too lou-loud..." I said.

"Hey, hey, it's okay Anx," he started running his fingers through my hair, "everything's okay now..."

I nodded, "d-d-don-don't t-tell the oth-others, I-I-I d-don't w-w-want t-them t-to k-kno-know."

"Okay kiddo," Patton said, "but will you tell them eventually?"

"M-maybe..."