A sorry shape
Anxiety was curled up on the couch in the common room listening to music. He was still processing the events of the day, being changed so much. He smiled a little and patted his bangs.
At least he had them back.
Anxiety was suddenly made aware of the three figures standing in the doorway, staring at him. They were smiling.
He lifted his headphones from his ears and dropped them around his neck, waiting for one of them to say something.
“So…,” Roman started “You were pretty adorable as Talyn, hm?”
“No. No, I’m done with shape-shifting right now.” Anxiety held his hands up defensively.
“Ooh! How about Terrance?” Patton clapped his hands.
“Joan?” Logan asked.
“Okay, but you have to admit Valerie is fun!” Roman grinned.
“No! No shapeshifting!” Anxiety pushed back into the couch as the others approached, “No! Get back! I’m no-”
Anxiety stopped short, realizing his voice had changed. He looked down and recognized Joan’s outfit.
“Awe! Joan really suits you! And that eyeshadow!” Patton squealed.
“I must admit that I am inclined to agree.” Logan said, adjusting his glasses.
“I said no! How hard is that to understand!?” Anxiety demanded, standing up. He was now shorter than the others which only elicited more coos of endearment.
“Oh, alright! Besides, I preferred you at Talyn!” Roman said, flicking his wrist to change Anxiety’s form again.
Anxiety felt a wave of nausea, and panic bubbling in his gut. No, not his gut. This isn’t his body. This isn’t him. Who was he? Not this.
“G-guys. Stop.” He choked.
“Anxiety is right, afterall Valerie was a much better fit.” Logic smirked, changing Anxiety again at the nod of his head
No. Nononononono. What’s going on?
They’re changing your form.
Because they like you better this way.
Not the regular way?
No, that version disgusts them. You disgust them.
I disgust them. Why else would they change me?
Now you’re getting it.
Anxiety tried to shove Logan aside to get to his room, to get away, but he was considerable smaller now. He was no longer any match to Logan.
“Guys! We’re forgetting Terrence!” Roman said excitedly, changing Anxiety again.
Anxiety couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. He had to sit down.
“Now? But they’re watching.
You’re going to faint.
No. No, I can make it.” Anxiety mumbled to himself, completely unaware he was speaking out loud now.
“Make it where?” Logan asked.
“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t-” Anxiety tried to move by again, but Roman grabbed his wrists.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!” Anxiety yelled and ripped his arms away. “Me? But not me. I’m not me. Who am I? Wh-who am I? Don’t touch me. This isn’t me. Who is this?” Anxiety continued to ramble as his eyes began to glaze over. He sank to the floor and put his head in his hands, mumbling to himself.
“What’s happening!?” Roman yelled worriedly, and flinched when Anxiety jumped, surprised by the sounds as if he had forgotten he wasn’t alone. Anxiety continued mumbling to himself like he hadn’t been interrupted, but now he was rocking.
“We set off a panic attack!” Logan tried to state calmly, but the panic was clinging to his words. “We need to calm him down!”
“How?!” Roman yelled again, pacing.
“Change him back!” Patton yelled, but was already doing it himself.
Anxiety felt a wave of familiarity. But why was it familiar? What’s happening?
He looked down
“…me?” he whispered.
“Yes! Yes, it’s you Anxiety!” Patton exclaimed dropping to the floor and after his breathing calmed Patton tried to pull Anxiety into a hug.
“Don’t touch me!” Anxiety snapped “It’s bad enough you don’t like me the way I am, you don’t also have to pity me!”
He tried to stand and storm off to his room, but ended up stumbling and crashing into Roman, who reacted by immediately steadying him.
“Let go of me.” Anxiety snarled, and pushed off of Roman’s chest.
Roman let go and Anxiety ran to his bedroom, trying to ignore the pricks of tears in his eyes.
He knew that they hated him. He just didn’t know the extent of it.