So this is just a short little thing that I made because @anxietyandlogic asked for it to be written. (I made it slightly Prinxiety sorrrryyyy)
Warning: bullying, teasing, amnesia, swearing (once), slurs… if I don’t think of it and you see it please tell me.
“Awwwwwww, look at the little gay boy.”
“What is wrong with him?”
“Attention whore… maybe just a whore”
“Loser” “dork” “he should fucking just leave no one likes him”
The whispered words.
They hurt him.
Thomas stayed happy.
Anxiety stayed in his room.
“Anx! Anx!” Roman yelled. “Where’d you go dork?”
“I’m in here Roman,” he mumbled back.
“Anxiety?!?!” Roman yelled. “Logic made dinner, come eat!!”
“I’d rather stay in my room,” Anx mumbled again. He knows the Prince can’t hear him, but that’s okay.
“Ann,” the Royal persona burst into the younger’s room. “Come on love, time to eat, you’ve been doing better.”
“Woah,” Ann freaked out. What happened to Prince, when did he get so… old?
“What’s up buttercup? Come here and tell your best friend.” Roman smiled and opened his arms. He expected a hug. Oh god. What happened to him. No one ever talked to him.
“I’d rather not,” Anx muttered.
“What was that?” Princey asked, moving closer.
“Get away from me,” Anx yelled
and Prince flinched. He hadn’t heard that level of hatred of his favorite mate in a long time.
“Alright Ann,” he said and got up to go to get food with the others.
“Where’s Anx?” Logan asked.
“He wouldn’t leave his room. Like I haven’t ever seen him this bad.” Roman said. This worried the other two.
“But you’re the only one he tells things to,” Morgan groaned.
“I know. I’ve been working on his trust ever since, what, Thomas was in high school? When he stopped getting bullied and Ann finally came out of his room more?”
“Maybe he is just in a mood, you know he gets those every now and then,” Logic reasoned.
“Maybe, or something worse is wrong here. It just feels weird, even in a mood, he lets me talk to him.” Prince furrowed
his eyebrows and mumbled to himself, walking back towards the Dark traits room.
Anxiety heard the footsteps and grumbled. No one ever bothered him before.
“Anx,” Roman called out. “Anx, how old are we?”
“14 dumbass,” he yelled back, annoyed that the elderly Prince couldn’t figure that out for himself. “And we’re gonna be late for school.”
Roman groaned. “Sorry, we will make sure everything runs smoothly.”
He runs back to the common area. “Amnesia. Anx thinks we are 14 and still in,” he shuddered, “middle school.”
It wasn’t a good time for any of them.
It was days before Anxiety regained his memory and in those days, the traits learned just how much the bullying and teasing had messed with Anx. They told him Thomas was sick and couldn’t make it out of bed, that he was staying home, in hopes that he would leave the bed that he stayed in. The only time he ever wandered out was to yell at them for not getting Thomas up on time, and then slowly sinking back when they said he was still sick.
In these days, the bags under his eyes grew bigger and darker, the boy didn’t sleep. He got slightly thinner, the product of not eating. Paler, he was always in the dark.
The day the facet left his room, got a bowl of cereal and sat on the couch, hap-hazardously balancing his laptop, his bowl, and stealing the remote, was the day Prince kissed him.
“I missed you,” the Royal trait gushed. He turned red, realizing what he had done. Anxiety took the lap top, cereal, and remote off his laptop and set them, slowly on the table in front of him.
“You are so dead,” he growled.
“I didn’t mean to,” Prince cowered.
“Why didn’t you do that sooner, because I’m definitely snapped out of everything now, why would you leave me like that?!”
And from that day forward, whenever something ailed Anx, Prince was there with a kiss. Even if it was just a lack of the Prince’s lips on his own.