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The decision to upload that first video was made. None of them listened to anything Anxiety had to say. Morality and Creativity were too busy thinking about the amazing future that would come from ‘YouTube fame’ and Logic was set on providing something stable for income. None of them were even concerned about what might happen.
If Thomas was sharing his face online, people would come up to him randomly to talk. What might happen if someone gets obsessive and tries to find where he lived? What if they found out and stalked him. Or worse, what if someone breaks into his house in the middle of the night and—
“Anxiety?”
His eyes shook as he tried to refocus them. Anxiety had been waiting for the others to finish up the video. He didn’t want to be there. It was all too stressful. He didn’t want to be in the way of Thomas’ goal, no matter his thoughts on it.
“Can you lift your hand up to mine?” The calm voice was so hard to resist.
Anxiety took a long time to get his arm extended fully. But, when he did, his mind was already starting to clear and his heart wasn’t beating as fast as before. His vision slowly came back and he had just enough energy to lift his head and see who was there with him.
Logic, of course. He might have been the only one of the sides Anxiety semi-liked. Sure, his points often contradicted Anxiety’s but they also helped calm his nerves whenever he pushed too far. And it was pretty often that he pushed Thomas too far.
“I’m fine.” Anxiety grumbled. He stood from the sofa, didn’t wait for Logic to say anything, and started walking back to his room.
Thomas would be fine, and if he wasn’t—if Anxiety’s thoughts were correct—then they would deal with it when the time came.