TW: slight panic attack (self-deprecating thoughts), sword threat?, implied hate
🖤Chapter 16: Feelings-
Back to when Anxiety first meets the sides.
Virgil/Anxiety's POV:
"F- from the beginning, right?" I took a shaky breath, "Well..."
-Flashback-
As soon as I opened my eyes, I was met with glares. I remembered them as clear as day. Hatred, pure hatred, in their eyes. All aimed towards me.
"Who are you!!?" a man with a white uniform and a red sash pointed a katana towards my chest. He stood there, looking as if he'd stab me with no hesitation. I looked up at him on the floor, terrified.
"I- I-"
"Roman, you're scaring him..." a man with the same face weakly whispered. He had some concern in his eyes, from what I can see. He wore a bright light blue polo shirt, a grey cardigan tied around his shoulders, paired with a pair of glasses set on his face.
"Yes, Roman, Patton is correct. You're frightening him. He just formed, give him a break. We don't even know what function he provides Thomas," a man with a black polo and blue necktie had told the other man. He also had glasses; along with the outfit, he looked serious.
"The man who seemingly was named 'Roman' groan and pulled back his sword.
They all looked at me again, with curious glances.
"What's your name?" the man who was called 'Patton' reached down and lent his hand.
'I don't know these people. I don't trust these people.'
"M-my name- name is Anx- Anxiety..." I lied, telling them my function instead. They all widened their eyes until 'Roman' had looked away in a glare, the serious man showing a look of hard thinking, and 'Patton' giving me a sad smile.
"W- well, we are-", he pointed to Roman, "Creativity, Princey, or Roman-". He then pointed to himself, "I am Morality, or Patton-". He pointed to the last man, "and that is Logic, Logan..."
"Do you know your purpose here?" 'Logan' suddenly asked.
"To- to... um... pro- protect my host... T- Thomas?"
They looked at me questionably, glancing at each other.
"Let me show you to your room..." 'Patton' had said, leading me out of what looked like a kitchen.
~Timeskip because I am lazy~
'Patton' had lead me to my 'room' and just left.
I felt so alone...
Thoughts immediately rushed into my head, overwhelming me.
'Why did they look at me like that?
Do they hate me?
What did I do?
What did I do wrong?
Why am I here?
What even is my purpose to help Thomas?
Why am I even-'
I sobbed, the pain hurt too much.
The panic.
Fear.
Little did I know that was my mistake.
I shouldn't have let the thoughts overcome me.
I shouldn't have cried out loud.
I should have held it in.
Deal with it in silence.
-Flashback end-
"So, that's just the beginning..."
"Anxiety, I'm so-"
"Don't... feel sorry for me. I should have known."
"Anxiety! We should have been nice to you when you first formed! It wasn't..."
"Do you want me to continue?..." I changed the subject.
"I- okay... go ahead..."
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A/N:
A little shorter.
It's the Day of Silence today and I'm participating! I'm so happy!! ;#
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