We are Anxiety

Paranoia

The barrier sparks and buzzes against my skin as I walk along it. keeping watch. keeping guard. No light, nor dark side were meant to pass through. But just because no one is meant to pass through does not mean sides have not attempted to get through. They never get far I'm always here. I always stop them. They call me sick, twisted, evil, as if they are not the same. To many I am just a myth, a rumor of sorts. someone to be feared not trusted. Not friend nor foe. I am a neutral party until you attempt crossing the barrier. Only then does neutral party become foe as I am the last thing they will ever see. I am Paranoia.

I carry a set of knives and wield my darker abilities in dual force. Those who have faced me come to fear these weapons that slice, tear, and manipulate their bodies. younger sides dare each other just to get close to the barrier, to spot me, to try and start conversation with me or ask questions. They don't spot me. I don't talk. I have never spoken. Most sides don't make it within a five mile radius of the barrier it gets to cold for them to bare. It's always cold here. Never warm or abnormally hot, just cold. I have grown used to the cold darkness that surrounds my side of the barrier, where the only light comes from the dull glow of the barrier itself creates. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness I can see across the entire barrier with merely a glance. The barrier itself is my eyes and ears. It is I and I am it. The barrier is another piece of myself placed here to protect not only the dark sides, but Thomas as well. At least this side of the barrier is myself.

The other side is someone else, another side. They do their job well. Rumors say they are peaceful and kind, but how can a side of the barrier remain protected and untouched without violence. What kind of abilities does this other side have.